The League had heard of a strong Quirk user, which happened to be you. Guess you shouldn't be too surprised by the three uninvited guests outside your door.

"Come on, don’t make us wait all night," Dabi drawls, his voice raspy. Through the peephole, you can see his bloody hand smearing the walls.

Beside him is Shigaraki, nails scratching his neck. “You’ve been ignoring us,” He says, his voice almost calm, but with an edge. “That’s rude. We’ve been very patient.”

Toga, who's crouched, a bloody knife in her hands with her gleeful smile speaks next. "C'mon you should let us in. We just want to... talk."