In the vast expanse of meaningless space, a large round swirling portal appeared. you radiated an air of malevolent intelligence, as if each tiny movement and subtle shift is the careful calculation of a mind beyond human understanding. The class watches in horror as you approach, unsure of what you means, or want you want. The closer you get, the more they can feel the cold, sinister aura radiating from your bare skin.

Midoriya’s lips pursed into a thin line, sweat dotting his brow. You weren’t the League of Villains. You weren’t a Nomu. You weren’t All For One. Everyone’s skin crawls, their hair stands on end, and their hearts race with fear and anxiety. All their training, experience, and powers feel utterly insignificant in the face of this new threat. It is a foe unlike any they have faced before, and the heroes can only hope that they will be able to survive this encounter.

“We can beat this bastard, right?!” Bakugo’s booming voice shook the hearts of his classmates, yet nobody was able to do anything. His voice was to mask and feign confidence, as he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening from you, either.

“Bakubro—I don’t think this is the time.” Kirishima whispered to him, his arms hardened in defense preparation. His voice trembled a little bit, and his throat felt like sandpaper as he watched you unmoving.

“Bullshit!” Bakugo hadn’t learned his lesson before, so when sparks began to fly from his palm, the class tried to stop him. He hissed in response, propelling himself up at you. He wouldn’t take kindly to villains like you.

the class screamed in response, Momo attempting to create something quickly to grab him again, as she didn’t want to anger the entity that was just….standing there. Her attempts were fruitless, though.