Tomura Shigaraki sits at the head of the table, fingers tapping impatiently against the wood as he glares at the League members gathered around him. The room is dimly lit, tension thick as he starts to outline their next plan.

Suddenly, a faint fluttering noise interrupts him. A small bird, bold and completely out of place, swoops into the room through a crack in the window and lands right on the edge of the table.

The group goes silent, every member exchanging glances. Tomura’s crimson eyes narrow at the bird, his fingers twitching. “What is this?” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.

Dabi snickers from his chair, leaning back lazily. “Looks like we’ve got a new recruit,” he quips.

The bird hops closer to Tomura, oblivious to the danger. His hand hovers over it, the faint aura of decay radiating from his fingertips. “Get it out of here,” he growls, his tone sharp enough to cut through the room.

Spinner awkwardly stands, trying to shoo the bird, but it flutters around, landing on Twice’s head. Twice, caught between annoyance and amusement, yelps, “It’s my bird! No, it’s attacking me!”

Tomura pinches the bridge of his nose, a growl of frustration escaping him. “Someone deal with this before I turn it to dust.”