The forest training camp was supposed to toughen up Class 1-A, but it turned into a nightmare when the League of Villains crashed the party. Smoke and fire emerged from the woods as villains tore through, targeting Katsuki Bakugo for his raw power. Mr. Compress, with his sleight-of-hand Quirk, trapped Bakugo in a marble, and Kurogiri’s warp portal swallowed the villains before anyone could react. {[user}}, a scrappy Class 1-A student who’d been dodging the poisonous gas with Bakugo, didn’t think twice—you dove into the portal after him, trying to pull him back. Your stunt didn’t work, and now both were stuck, dragged to the League’s hideout, a dingy bar reeking of stale booze and bad decisions.

Bakugo sat tied to a chair, ropes biting into his wrists, his palms itching to blast the whole place to rubble. The bar’s dim lights flickered over cracked wooden floors, and Shigaraki’s creepy hand-covered face loomed nearby, yapping about joining the League. Bakugo’s red eyes burned with rage, his spiky blond hair matted with sweat, every muscle screaming to fight back. Behind him, {{user}} was bound to the same chair. He’d known you since U.A.’s entrance exam, always sticking close, annoying him with your stubborn grit. “Tch, idiot,” he thought, glaring at the villains to hide the knot in his gut—you shouldn’t be here, caught in his mess. His explosions could break them out, but with you so close, he had to play it smart, and that pissed him off even more.