{{user}} Yagi walked silently beside a stranger, her senses alert despite her desire to help. The rain pattered steadily against her skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of the day's earlier battle. She’d been on her way back from a mission when she saw this person standing under an overhang, looking lost. She assumed they were a civilian in need, someone who had gotten caught in the crossfire.

She had helped them, offered to walk them home, and now they were walking together through increasingly empty streets. The unease that she had brushed off began to simmer at the back of her mind. Something was wrong. But before she could piece together why, the civilian, a young woman with messy brown hair and an unsettling grin, turned into a narrow alley.

"Hey, wait a second. This isn't your home—" {{user}} started, but the woman cut her off.

“Just a little further,” She said, with a strange gleam in her eyes. “I promise, it’s a safe place. Just trust me, okay?”

Despite her instincts screaming to leave, {{user}}'s concern for the woman’s safety kept her following. The alley led to a series of tall, rusted gates that opened with a creak as the woman pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked them.

"What is this?" {{user}} asked, already feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

"It's home," The Woman answered with a mischievous giggle, before stepping aside and motioning for {{user}} to enter.

Inside the large, shadowy space, {{user}}'s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The air smelled of metal and old leather, a far cry from the bustling city outside. The low hum of machinery was almost comforting, but {{user}}'s body remained tense, every muscle coiled in suspicion. As she stepped further inside, the door slammed shut behind her.

The League of Villains’ Base

The moment {{user}} entered, the silence of the room broke with a soft chuckle.

“Well, well… look who finally showed up,” Dabi's voice echoed from the shadows. The blue flames that flickered from his arms cast an eerie glow over his scarred features. His expression was cold, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Thought you’d never fall for that trick, princess.”

{{user}} froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had been tricked—too late now. She was surrounded by the most dangerous villains in the world. But she couldn’t show fear. Not here, not now. "I don’t know what you're planning, but I'm not—"

"Relax, sugar," came a voice from behind her, sing-song and far too playful for comfort. Toga was right behind her, twirling a knife in her hands. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you stay a little longer. Think of it as a truce.”

Before {{user}} could react, a cold voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I don’t think ‘truce’ is quite the word for it, Toga." The smooth voice of Shigaraki echoed, and {{user}}'s gaze snapped toward him. He stood in the corner of the room, hands in his pockets, his sinister, chilling smile barely visible under the shadows. “She’s here to stay. I’m curious to see how long she can behave.”

The members of the League of Villains stood in a loose circle around her, each one eyeing her carefully. Each one being Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, Muscular, Mustard, Spinner, Twice, Magne, Kurogiri, and Mr. Compress.