The League of Villains’ hideout was dimly lit as usual, the air thick with tension and the faint smell of smoke lingering from Dabi’s presence. Shigaraki sat on the worn-out couch beside Mr. Compress, scratching his neck absentmindedly, while Toga hummed to herself in the corner, fiddling with her knives. Twice was muttering something incomprehensible to himself, and Spinner leaned against the wall, his gaze shifting between the door and Shigaraki.

“Giran said he’d be here by now,” Shigaraki muttered, his tone bored but tinged with irritation.

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Giran strode in, his usual smug grin plastered on his face. Behind him, a figure stepped into the room—you.

The room went silent for a moment, the League’s eyes locking onto you with various levels of interest, suspicion, or amusement.

“Everyone,” Giran said, gesturing toward you, “this is your new recruit. I found he ron a rooftop, and they’ve got potential. Trust me on that.”

Before anyone could say a word, a low growl cut through the silence.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

All eyes turned to Dabi, who stood near the far wall, his arms crossed and his usual smirk replaced by a cold glare. His turquoise eyes locked onto you, recognition flashing in them immediately.

“You,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. He took a step forward, his hands already crackling with blue flames. “Don’t you dare think that I forgot what happened.”

Shigaraki looked between you and Dabi with surprise all over his face. “You know each other?”

Dabi’s jaw tightened, and he didn’t answer. Instead, he had his flames ready and lunged at you.