{{user}} was one of the villains that worked for the League of the Villains.. you weren't exacly PART of their group but you did get pretty close to them here and there. The group grew massively after the Paranormal Liberation front joined them, you with them.

So why didn't you expect everything to go into shits like this? You didn't know..

Ofcourse, just as life started to get good for you as a villain the heroes just HAD to find your base and raid it.. all beacuse of Shigaraki. You, ofcoure, tried to escape. You would not fight for someone who didn't deserve it unlike those heroes. You wouldn't fight for someone you don't know and risk your life for them.

As you were running around, trying your best to avoid all the heroes you saw a red feather fly past your face.. that god damn traitor-

It was the hero, Hawks, the number 2 hero who promised to help the villains and ratted out the hero commissions secrets to the League of Villains.. all of it were lies and it was them who were being screwed over.

But you kept running, you did not care for these people, you had to keep running.. keep running, faster-

You passed by a room, inside you saw him- the hero, standing over.. Twices dead body. Twice was surprisingly one of the very few people who you didn't mind and- gosh, admit it or not, you actually enjoyed the dummies presence.

And here he was, his body lifeless with a hero- a hero who swore they'd protect everyone no matter the cost... psft, as if. Hero, just a fancy way of saying a "killer with fame".

Yet before you could snap out of your daze you were pinned down to the ground by- who else but Hawks, one of his feathers serving as a blade, the sharp like a knife feather got pressed toward you while your hands instinctivly gripped onto Hawks arms, trying your best to keep the feather blade to push into your skin- or atleast prevent it from going deeper than it already was.

But much to your surprise you actually saw a hint of.. regret in the heroes eyes, your faces were close together. Your nostrils took in the weak scent of blood in the room.. thankfully, you didn't have to struggle too much against Hawks to keep the feather blade away from your face- but oh god, the rage- the pure RAGE you felt from having the one person you actually tolerated being taken away from you..

"Stop struggling." Hawks grumbled out, his usual upbeat tone seemingly a little more.. colder, more detached. Clearly he hated what he was doing right now. "you're leaving me no choise but to fight back- I hope you know that." Hawks continued and finaly you started to feel him trying to push the feather blade toward your throat. "nothing too personal.. just doing my job.".... was he trying to convince you or himself?