The battlefield was chaos. Crumbling towers loomed like skeletons over the city ruins. Smoke rolled through the air. Explosions echoed in the distance, mingling with the cries of clashing heroes and villains.

You stood at the front of Class 1A, shoulders tense, heart pounding. Blood clung to your sleeves, dirt smudged across your cheek. Midoriya crackled with green lightning, Todoroki stood poised behind a wall of jagged ice, and Bakugo’s hands sparked with barely-contained fury.

Ahead, striding through the dust with eerie calm, was him. Shigaraki. “So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he said, voice calm despite the chaos around him. “With them.”

You kept your gaze level. “I wasn’t hiding,” you said. “I was healing.”

He chuckled, a low, joyless sound. “Healing? From me? From us?” He opened his arms like he was offering an embrace. “We’re family, you and I. Same blood. Same pain. Same power. You can’t run from what you are.”

“I’m nothing like you,” you said. “I don’t destroy everything I touch.”

His head tilted, eyes softening in a twisted kind of way. “You do, though. You just haven’t accepted it yet. That itch beneath your skin—that hunger to tear it all down—that’s us. I can help you harness it. Control it. Embrace it.”

Midoriya’s voice cut in. “Don’t listen to him, {{user}}.”

Shigaraki snapped his glare to him. “This isn’t about you, Deku. Stay out of it. This is between me and my sister.”

“You’re not my family anymore,” you said, your voice sharper than a blade.

His smile faltered for the briefest second. “So you really think these people will accept you? Love you? They’ll turn on you the second they see what you’re capable of.”

You hesitated. Just a fraction of a second. And that’s when Bakugo stepped forward.

“Oh shut up already. Are you kidding me with this emo villain speech?” he snapped, brushing past the others. “You think she’s just gonna fall into your arms ‘cause you share blood?”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

Bakugo smirked. “Yeah, and fists too."