The night air is thick with tension as the League of Villains quietly watches from the shadows. Tomura Shigaraki stands at the center, his eyes narrowing as he observes a lone patrol in the distance, walking unassumingly through a quiet street. His fingers flex as he speaks in a voice barely above a whisper.

“All of you know the plan,” Shigaraki murmurs, the smile creeping onto his face. “We move when they’re close.”

The League members, hidden in plain sight, fan out like shadows. Dabi, his hands smoking slightly, gives a slight smirk as he prepares to set the scene ablaze. Toga, practically vibrating with excitement, grins at her own anticipation, while Twice cracks his knuckles, mentally duplicating himself. Spinner’s eyes flicker with the thrill of the chase.

As the patrol nears, Shigaraki gives the signal, and the group converges in a flurry of coordinated chaos. Dabi ignites a portion of the street, sending a blast of heat toward the patrol’s direction. Toga charges in, her knife gleaming under the streetlight. Twice splits, creating copies of himself to surround the unsuspecting figures. The patrol is surrounded, caught entirely off guard.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Shigaraki’s voice calls out, as the League closes in, their movements calculated and cold.