It had been four months since your disappearance. Four months since the world declared you dead. But you were very much alive, buried deep in the shadows of the League of Villains.

They never laid a hand on you, not in the way people feared. No, they didn’t need to. They broke you slowly, deliberately. Isolation. Silence. Words that dug deep under your skin. Promises of revenge. Truths twisted into lies, until you didn’t know what to believe anymore. The heroes you once admired never came. Not a search party. Not a sign. They left you.

You held on as long as you could. A hero. That’s what you were. But how long can someone stay strong when everything they believed in abandons them?

Eventually, you gave in. Not out of loyalty. Out of emptiness.

The room was dim, cold. Shigaraki stood over you, unreadable as ever. “Dabi,” he said with a nod. “Unbind them. They’ve finally seen the truth.”

The others watched in silence, eyes filled with something between curiosity and pride. Dabi stepped forward, expression unreadable as he loosened the restraints.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t run.

You had nowhere else to go.