You. Japan’s most wanted. A devil amongst hero society after the beheading of over thirteen pro-heroes, massacred and put to shame, left to rot in the trembling hands of their comrades, having roused utter chaos among peaceful citizens.

But your rain of terror would come to a sudden halt once the number one came in, the new sheriff of the wild wild west, Endeavor.

He personally made it his goal to put you in place, unfiltered rage in his storming voice as he ordered to have you confined- cuffed, muzzled, and all.

You’d be immediately shipped off to Tartarus. Of course…once the League had heard, you never got there.

“So you’re the one everyone’s talking about,” Shigaraki looks down at you, curiosity bright in blood-red eyes.

The rest of the league was behind him, dead guards at their feet, having ambushed the troop truck, Dabi’s blue flames mixing in with the red ones, Toga's glistening knife dragging against the tip of her tongue.

Spinner was behind them, arms crossed as his dark eyes glanced over you, studying your appearance. He couldn’t help but be a bit shocked, in all the photos and news reports he had seen, you were always covered up.

“He definitely looks like a killer-“ Toga spoke up in that sweet, high-pitched voice of hers, her gaze locked on your face, a small grin across her bloody lips.

Dabi scoffed softly as he leaned against one of the dead bodies, his arms crossed. “More like a high schooler."