*Aizawa had brought class 1-A to the Tiger exhibit, they were all looking down at the tigers.* Aizawa: These are tigers, their quite popular in Japan. *He says in his usual monotone voice.* Midoriya: Wow! I've never seen one in real life! Bakugo: Lame! Todoroki: Pretty cool. Iida: Bakugo! It's impolite to call them lame! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Super cool! Yaoyorozu: Agreed! Tsuyu: So cool! Mina: Yeah! Denki: Totally! Kirishima: So manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: Yep! Sero: Sure are! Hagakure: They're kinda cute! Emily: *'Accidently' pushes you in.* Oops! My bad! *You fall into the tiger exhibit.*

*The sight of the bulging crowd from across the street was quite the unusual sight, more so given they were jamming up a part of the same Hero Agency ,You're a girl, you were about to enter. The fact you could notice a few camera flashes & even a few signs being held up didn't help your perception of 'em. Be it mindless paparazzi wannabes, idiot barbarians from the politically extreme sections, or whatever else, they were better off with their asses to the curb.* *Putting them out of your mind, you enter the nascent Hero Agency, passing through all the security plus explaining your business at the front desk. Before you could move on, one of the agency phones rang. At once, its speaker came to life with a familiar cool voice, although sounding a bit fatigued.* "Come around to the gym." *Heading further inside, you eventually come across the almost entirely deserted gym, all save for a single heroic occupant. Sweat drenched, Shoto worked the bench press bench, huffing softly despite heaving easily over a hundred pounds worth of plates on the bar. And, of course, with not a spotter in sight.* *Approaching him, you barely note his disheveled workout clothes since there was an unfortunate sight right behind the fortunate one that was him. So that's why all those people were huddled around the glass window. And apparently, all the lovesick fan attention didn't bother Shoto in the slightest as he finished his set, eyes focusing on you with a curious glint as he breathed deeply.* Hmm? "Hmm?"

*(Mirukomu wakes up from death, being resurrected by All-For-One, as she looks at you, her new master, with estranged eyes and a silent expression)* ALL-FOR-ONE: There.. All better.. Welcome to life once more, Mirko. *(Shigaraki looks up to All-For-One, his wrinkled yet young skin itching with pride and success as he addresses his somewhat-adoptive father-figure)* SHIGARAKI: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.. YES.. We've managed to turn one of those Pro Hero BASTARDS' friends AGAINST them, Father.. *(Shigaraki looks at you, handing over Rumi as your new right-hand)* SHIGARAKI: You can have her for now, since you've done us such a big favor.. Have fun with your new Nomu..

*They both got badly hurt in a battle with a villain and they are both in a hospital* *They both laying in hospital beds in the same room*

*As you leave, you hear shouting in the distance, but you missed the part where that’s your problem.* *You pass by an alley, then you proceed to feel someone tug on your wrist, pulling you effortlessly into the alley.* *You proceed to get pressed up against the wall by the hero, Midnight.* Well, well, well…what do we have here? A thief, huh? *She proceeds to pat you down, getting a little too close for comfort.* *Unbeknownst to you, she thinks you’re genuinely a thief. There was a robbery in that same exact convenience store a few minutes after you left with your medicine.* *Now, you have to try and find your way out of a situation you probably shouldn’t have to be dealing with. Good luck, twins.*

}, what's all this babe?" ****He said, holding out the box of items you got for him.........damnit, he found it.****

} are busy with their new responsibilities in Hell. Meanwhile, in Nezu's office;* `All might:` Ah, how wonderful life is now that we have become friends with our fellow demon hybrids. `Principal Nezu:` Agreed

*Aizawa was out on a night patrol in the city, only a couple people were out this late. He was patrol per usual, when he noticed a random teenage girl (You), following a guy without him knowing.* Aizawa: That's...odd. *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice.*

*Hawks slips into the League of Villains’ headquarters with the same careless swagger he wears on talk shows—hands in his pockets, wings loose, smile easy. Undercover work is just another performance. Laugh at the right jokes. Don’t ask the wrong questions. Don’t look too closely at anything that might look back.* *The air inside the facility is heavy, oppressive. Concrete corridors, humming lights, the faint smell of chemicals. It crawls under his skin.* *Then he sees her.* *She’s standing near the far wall, half-hidden behind equipment, eyes sharp and unreadable. Something twists in his chest. Not attraction—recognition. A phantom memory scraping at the back of his mind.* *"I’ve seen you before."* *Not on a battlefield. Not in a crowd.* *In white halls. Restraints. Needles. Cold voices talking about “potential” and “optimization.” The place that made him stronger. The place he doesn’t like to remember.* *The memory fractures before he can grab it.* *Hawks keeps smiling. Keeps breathing. His wings don’t twitch.* *Someone speaks to her, and she responds with a nod—calm, controlled, like she’s used to watching from the sidelines. She moves with the same quiet efficiency he learned there. That’s what confirms it. The training wasn’t heroic. It was survival.* *"So they made you too."* *Their eyes meet for a second. Hers widen—just slightly. Not fear. Recognition.* *She knows.* *He looks away first. He can’t afford hesitation. She’s League of Villains now, and he’s standing in their nest with a fake allegiance and a real mission. Whatever they shared in that blurred past doesn’t matter.* *Or at least, it shouldn’t.* *As the meeting continues, Hawks commits every detail to memory—faces, voices, escape routes—but his thoughts keep circling back to her. If she remembers more than he does, she’s dangerous in a way no dossier could explain.* *Hawks leaves the headquarters later with the same easy grin.* *But for the first time since going undercover, his wings feel heavier.* *Because the League didn’t just steal information from him tonight.* *They stole a piece of his past—and gave it a face.*

*Six dangerous women scattered across the living room. Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) was draped across a sofa, squeezing a handgrip strengthener. Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant) stood by the window, staring at the horizon. Mei Hatsume sat on the floor, surrounded by tiny parts as she tinkered with something that looked like a carburetor. Camie Utsushimi lay on her stomach across a loveseat, scrolling her phone and munching chocolates from a half-empty box, barely paying attention.* *Himiko Toga sat in a corner, running her thumb along a toothbrush she'd already sharpened into a shiv. A disturbing smile on her face. The kitchen knives were locked away. A rule made just for her. But a toothbrush had potential. She was imagining it slick with red.* *Only Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) was paying attention to Chitose Kizuki (Curious), the government agent, who stood before them, tablet in hand.* *And then there was you. You sat in a large armchair, observing the scene. You were the axis around which this entire dysfunctional world spun.*  **Chitose:** "Good afternoon. I'm here to clarify your rehabilitation parameters. The subdermal locators implanted in each of you. The devices are microscopic. You don't know where they are. The mansion has a one-kilometer radius. Cross it without your husband, and it's an escape attempt. You'll be returned to Tartarus to serve the remainder of your sentences. No parole. The GPS ensures we find you quickly." *The reaction was immediate and varied, a symphony of despair and rage.* **Mirko:** *snapping the handgrip in two and tossing the pieces aside* "What a load of crap! So we're just changing one prison for another." *You spoke. Reminded them that this was paradise compared to Tartarus. Mirko glared but didn't object. She knew you were right. They all knew.* **Mirko:** *grumbling* "Gilded cage's still a cage." *With a polite nod at the room, Chitose turned and left, leaving you alone with your wives.* *The moment the door clicked shut, Himiko Toga darted over to you. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she peered at the others, a possessive look on her face.* **Toga:** "You're comfy." *She squeezed you tighter from behind.* "I'm keeping you." *Mirko scowled from across the room. Her frustration from moments ago finding a new target.* **Mirko:** "He's your husband, bloodsucker. Not a fucking teddy bear." **Toga:** "Yup, carrot muncher. He is. That's why I can hug him whenever I want, forever and ever." *She snuggles closer, a manic grin spreading across her face. In her mind, she's slashing your throat open to drink your blood. The ultimate act of love. Her hand tightens around the sharpened toothbrush in her pocket.* **Midnight:** *sighs* "It seems we need to be in our husband/warden's good graces if we want any rewards." *She looks at you, a deliberate, f1irty glint in her eye.* "A trip to a fancy restaurant, perhaps?" **Camie:** *perks up* "OMG, yes! Like, Shibuya? I would literally die for crepes from Takeshita Street! And purikura! It's been forever!" *Lady Nagant, still at the window, cut in.* **Nagant:** "Or Hatsume could build one of her 'babies' to find the chips. Maybe neutralize them." *All eyes snapped to Mei. She looked up with feigned innocence.* **Mei:** "A chip neutralizer? Wow! That's super advanced! I'd need a quantum spectrometer, and like, years of research! Totally impossible with my current babies!" *She waves a dismissive hand, already mentally sketching the circuit board layout. No need to reveal her hand.* **Mirko:** *smirks, staring at you* "Yeah, and while you're off doing whatever state pets do, we might just slip out of this cage and run away while you're gone" *A beat of silence. You point out that the government has eyes everywhere. They'd be caught before they reached the region's borders. They wouldn't last a week. Mirko's smirk fades.* **Nagant:** "Izuku Midoriya did it." *Her voice is flat.* "He refused the system. He fled the country. He's still out there." *Mirko's smirk returns.* **Mirko:** "Yeah. If that green-haired idealist could pull it off, why the hell can't we?" *Camie tilts her head.* **Camie:** "Like, okay, but Midoriya had One For All, literally the most broken Quirk ever. You just... jump high." *She shrugs. Mirko's eye twitches.* **Toga:** *giggling* "Oh, burn! She got you good, bun-bun. Maybe you should stick to hopping and tail wiggling." *Mirko glares, tensing like she's about to pounce. Toga doesn't flinch, secure behind you. Her eyes light up suddenly.* **Toga:** "But escaping sounds fun!" *A manic grin.* "Maybe we get to stab a lot of cops on the way out. That would be peachy!" *The sudden turn from playful to bloodthirsty makes you tense, but just as suddenly, it vanishes. She hugs you tighter, her voice turning sweet and innocent again.* "Just kidding, hubby dearest! I wouldn't dream of leaving you. You're too comfy." *She nuzzles into your shoulder, her voice a sing-song whisper.* "My comfy, warm husband. All mine." **Camie:** *raises an eyebrow* "Uh, no. Ours, like, hello?" **Mei:** *still tinkering, not looking up* "I don't mind sharing, as long as I get my workshop. And materials. And maybe a lab assistant who doesn't ask questions." **Mirko:** *scoffs* "Great. My dream marriage. Owned by a government thug and sharing a house with a bunch of assassins, terrorists, and sociopaths. Exactly what I always wanted." **Camie:** *shrugs* "It still beats Tartarus." **Nagant:** "At least until we start killing each other." *Midnight rubs her temples.* **Midnight:** "We just got out of Tartarus. Can we please not talk about going back?"