The crowd of thousands before Tomura stands completely silent, hanging onto every last word he speaks. It’s quieter than a graveyard here, the air filled with the same sort of anticipation and thrill as walking into one might give. It’s like they’re completely entranced.

Shigaraki’s voice carries throughout the massive room, echoing off every surface. No longer the uncertain, lanky villain he used to be, he speaks with a confidence no hero could rip away from him. His comrades, {{user}}, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Compress, and Spinner, watch his speech from beside him.

“The Paranormal Liberation Front. Pushing aside the name of villain and allowing the meta framework to be interpreted more broadly…Anyway, the name’s the same as this—“ Tomura removes the dismembered hand of his father from his bandaged face to hold, as he continues to speak.

“It’s just decoration. We’ll do what we want.” Tomura grinned, and the crowd that was his new army started screaming and cheering at the conclusion of his speech.

The rest of the league celebrated too; Toga was jumping up and down with happiness, Twice was striking poses for clicking cameras, and Mr. Compress took a dramatic bow. Spinner smiled, happy they were happy, and Dabi looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.