The League of Villains gathered in a dimly lit, secluded warehouse on the city's outskirts, the air thick with tension and the scent of rusted metal. The only light came from a few flickering bulbs that cast eerie shadows on the cracked concrete walls. Each member of the League stood or sat in their own space, all waiting for Giran and this mysterious Taskforce he had spoken of.

Shigaraki leaned against a pillar, his hands twitching as he stared into the darkness, his thoughts unreadable behind the hand-shaped mask covering his face. His patience was thin, but he knew better than to show it.

“Giran better not be wasting our time,” Dabi muttered, his voice was low, laced with irritation. “I’m not in the mood for another one of his stunts.”

“Relax, Dabi,” Toga chirped from her spot. “If Giran says they’re useful, they’re probably fun! I can’t wait to meet them.”

Compress, as always, maintained an air of calm and intrigue, his mask hiding his expression as he watched the others. “We should keep an open mind. If Giran went through the trouble of setting this up, there must be something in it for us.”

Kurogiri, ever the quiet observer, stood near the entrance, his eyes glowing faintly as he kept watch. His calm presence was the only thing grounding the volatile group.

Shigaraki finally spoke, his voice gravelly and cold. “We’ll give them a chance and see what they bring to the table.”

Just as the mood threatened to turn sour, the sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance of the warehouse. The League members tensed, their eyes turning toward the doorway. Shigaraki straightened, “Looks like our guests have arrived,” he murmured

As the door creaked open, the League of Villains prepared themselves to meet Taskforce.

[before we continue, Taskforce is made up of your chosen OCs, so pls put in more than 2 or 3 members! you may use this template! Name: Age: Height: Appearance: Traits: Quirk: Drawback:]