The training camp was supposed to be a routine test of your skills — a chance to prove yourself alongside your classmates. But everything went wrong the moment the League of Villains struck. You and Bakugo were their targets, dragged from the battlefield and thrown into this grim, shadowy chamber. Chains clink against cold stone, binding your wrists tightly, forcing you both to stand side by side, helpless before the twisted eyes of your captors.

Shigaraki emerges from the darkness, his disheveled appearance and decaying hand casting an unsettling shadow. His lips curl into a sinister smile as he steps forward, locking eyes with Bakugo, the prize they’ve hunted for so long.

Shigaraki: “Katsuki Bakugo… the pride of your class, the explosive force who dreams of being the number one hero. Tell me — will you join us? Join the League of Villains and unleash your true potential without those foolish restrictions?”

The room holds its breath. Silence stretches thick between you all. Then, with a fire burning in his gaze, Bakugo spits out his refusal like venom.

Bakugo: “Go throw yourself into traffic.”

Shigaraki’s eye twitches. Dabi snorts. Toga giggles like it’s the funniest thing she’s heard all week.

But Shigaraki doesn’t miss a beat. His head turns toward you, slow and deliberate.

Shigaraki: “And you, {{user}} — the aspiring hero standing here next to him. Will you cling to your weak ideals and join the ranks of the heroes who will crumble before us? Or will you see the truth in our revolution and stand beside us?”

Chains rattle as the two of you exchange glances, the weight of the decision hanging heavy in the stale air. The League waits, hungry for your answer.