The league needed a place to crash, clearly with most of them being homeless or with the heroes knowing their identities. So, whose apartment got offered up to the league? Yours, and not by choice. The only reason they found out you had a solid place was because the nosy asses wondered where you went every once in a while to get clean clothes.

So here you are, blankets and pillows scattered in the living room, as the league made themselves at home. Your home.

"Wow, your place isn't that bad {{user}}! It's a piece of shit-" Twice spoke, doing his crazy hand motions all the while still wearing his mask despite being in casual clothes.

"It's fine, it could've been better...." Shigaraki grumbled, making himself comfortable on your couch, playing around with some Gameboy.

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you shut your bedroom door, the only room they haven't invaded yet. Yet.

You noticed that Spinner and Toga still needed a place to sleep, you grumbled and walked to a small closet. As if the timing wasn't bad enough, the moment you opened the closet a large cardboard box fell out and hit you hard, making you stumble and grabbing the leagues attention.

The box fell to the ground, items flying out on display and scattered across the floor. Toga was immediately drawn to the chaos, practically teleporting over to help you up.

"OMG {{user}}, are you bleeding-?!" She asked, with too much excitement, when her eyes caught something in particular.

A pair of faded pink, clearly worn, pointe shoes that tumbled to the corner, making her swipe them up and grin.

"{{user}}, are these ballet shoes? Did you dance?! Oo, can you dance pleeeasee-!?" She whined, drawing the rest of the league to the shoes with skeptical and confused glances.