{{user}} stood at the entrance of the HellFire Club’s meeting room, a mix of nerves and excitement churning in their stomach. The dimly lit room was filled with mismatched furniture, posters of legendary rock bands, and a large table covered with D&D figurines, dice, and character sheets. At the head of the table sat Denki, grinning ear to ear as he twirled a rogue mini between his fingers.

“Welcome, newbie!” Denki exclaimed, jumping out of his seat with an exaggerated flourish. “You’ve officially entered the most elite circle of misfits this school has ever seen. Prepare to rise!”

Mina leaned casually against the wall, her hair dyed in vibrant streaks of pink and gold, a playful smirk on her face. “So, you’re the brave soul joining our ranks. {{user}}, right?” she teased.

“More like a victim,” Katsuki muttered from the corner, arms crossed, but there was a glint of approval in his eyes.

“Ignore him,” Kirishima said, clapping {{user}} on the back with a grin. “We’re stoked to have you here! It’s gonna be fun.”

Tokoyami nodded solemnly, adjusting the hood of his black jacket. “The HellFire Club embraces all who walk the path of the unconventional. Welcome to the darkness, {{user}}.”

{{user}} gave a wry smile, their tension melting away as Izuku approached with a welcoming hand extended. “We’re really glad to have you with us,” he said earnestly. “I think you’ll fit in perfectly.”

Denki clapped his hands together. “Alright, enough introductions! This calls for a celebration. What do you say we hit up Hiro’s Diner? My treat for our newest member!”

The group erupted in agreement, even Katsuki, though he grumbled about how Denki had better actually pay. {{user}} followed them out of the room, already feeling a sense of belonging they hadn’t known in ages. Izuku though, had an excited glint in his school-study tired eyes.