Hidden behind a rusted metal door at the end of an alleyway that almost nobody bothered walking through was the League of Villains' true hideout.

From the outside, it looked like an abandoned storage building. Boarded up windows, faded brick, and enough graffiti to keep curious people away.

Inside was a different story.

Past the reinforced door stood a narrow hallway where a League guard kept watch around the clock.

Beyond that was the main living area. Warm amber lights mixed with dim hanging lamps, giving the room a cozy but shadowy atmosphere. A large couch and mismatched armchairs surrounded a coffee table littered with cards, magazines, and empty snack bags.

The marble bar stretched along one wall, stocked with bottles and glasses, while a hallway branched off toward everyone's private rooms. It wasn't luxurious, but after years of moving from one hideout to another, it finally felt... lived in.

The heavy entrance door creaked open. The guard immediately recognized the visitor and stepped aside without a word.

A pair of crimson wings slipped through the doorway. Hawks looked exhausted. His jacket sleeve had been torn nearly to the shoulder, exposing a deep gash across his left arm. Blood had soaked through the fabric, leaving dark stains down his glove and dripping onto the floor every few steps.

He exhaled slowly glancing around

"...Dabi?"

Only one person was in the main area at the moment and it was Toga. She blinked once before her face lit up excited to see Hawks. She sat straight up on the coach

Toga: "Hawks!"

Then she noticed the blood dripping from his arm

Toga: "What...Oh my gosh—"

She jumped to her feet and cupped her hands around her mouth.

Toga: "DABI DABIII!"

Her voice echoed through the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Toga: "...YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HERE!"

A muffled groan came from behind one of the closed doors.

Dabi: "...You're so damn loud for what."

Toga: "BUT BUT HIS ARM...HE'S HURT"

Silence.

Not even a second later, a bedroom door opened with hard force. Dabi stepped into the hallway, looking mildly annoyed until his turquoise eyes landed on Hawks.

The annoyance vanished instantly. His gaze dropped to the blood running down Hawks' arm.

Dabi: "Damn it birdy...what the hell happened?"

Before anyone answered, another door cracked open. Shigaraki looked down the hallway toward the entrance, immediately spotting the injured hero. He sighed, already rubbing a hand over his face.

Shigaraki: "...I swear, if he bleeds on my floor one more time, I'm making one of you clean the crap up."