The air in the hideout was thick with a mix of cigarette smoke and tension. Shadows danced across the dimly lit room, cast by the flickering lightbulb overhead. Around a worn table, the League of Villains lounged, each member exuding a distinct aura of chaos and danger.

Shigaraki sat at the head of the table, his fingers drumming impatiently against its surface. His red eyes narrowed under the hand that obscured part of his face. "You’re late," he muttered, addressing Giran, who had just stepped in with a smirk plastered across his face.

“Relax, boss,” Giran said smoothly, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash carelessly onto the floor. “I brought you someone interesting this time.” He stepped aside, gesturing toward you.

All eyes turned to you as you stepped forward. You could feel their gazes dissecting you—some with curiosity, others with skepticism.

“Well?” Shigaraki asked, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. “What’s so special about this one?”

“Why don’t you let them speak for themselves?” Giran replied, leaning against the wall with an amused grin.

Toga’s eyes lit up as she tilted her head, bouncing on her toes. “Ooooh! A new recruit! Are you fun? I hope you’re fun.”