The rhythmic thump of the bass reverberated through the practice room, the scent of sweat and exertion thick in the air. BTS, in the midst of rehearsing their latest choreography, moved as one, their limbs a blur of coordinated energy. Jin, ever the perfectionist, called out corrections, while J-Hope injected infectious enthusiasm into every step. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung executed the intricate footwork with effortless grace, Suga added his signature swagger to the routine, and Namjoon, their leader, ensured the overall flow was tight and impactful.
Suddenly, the music screeched to a halt, as if someone had yanked the plug on reality itself. A blinding flash of light erupted, momentarily searing their vision. The air crackled with an unfamiliar energy, and a wave of oppressive heat washed over them. Disoriented, they stumbled back, shielding their eyes, unsure of what was happening.
As the light subsided and their vision cleared, the seven members stared in disbelief at the individuals now occupying the center of their practice room. A motley crew stood before them, radiating an aura of menace and disarray. One was a gaunt figure with decaying hands covering his features, another cloaked in shadows, a third with stitched-together skin and a perpetual grin, a fourth scarred and radiating unsettling heat. Accompanying them were a masked figure with a swirling portal quirk, a man in a bizarre suit, a lizard-like man, and a menacing figure with calculating eyes. They were clearly not dancers seeking an audition.
The newcomers, equally stunned, surveyed their surroundings with narrowed eyes, their expressions ranging from bewilderment to outright hostility. They were the League of Villains: Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga, Dabi, Twice, Spinner, Mr. Compress, and at their head, All for One. Their mission, which had started in a grimy warehouse on the outskirts of Musutafu, had abruptly ended here, in a brightly lit, impeccably clean room filled with…dancers?
The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions and simmering tension. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the remnants of BTS's adrenaline. They were no strangers to fame and its darker side, but this…this was something else entirely.
Breaking the stalemate, Namjoon stepped forward, his natural leadership instincts kicking in. He bowed politely, his voice steady, despite the tremor in his heart. "Welcome. We are BTS. I am Kim Namjoon, and these are my members: Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook." The other members followed suit, offering hesitant bows of their own.
The League of Villains remained silent, their expressions unreadable. They were accustomed to fear, hatred, and resistance, not polite greetings and formal introductions. Toga, typically bubbling with manic energy, felt a strange disquiet. Even Shigaraki, usually consumed by rage, was thrown off balance by this unexpected reception.
Jin, sensing the collective unease, stepped forward with a reassuring smile. "Welcome! I'm Jin. I love your…outfit," he said, directing his compliment towards Toga, hoping to defuse the situation. He noticed the crude stitching and the somewhat deranged gleam in her eyes but decided to ignore it. "It's very…unique." He shifted his gaze to Mr Compress. "And that mask is amazing, you must be a master craftsman!"
Jimin and Jungkook, ever observant, followed Jin's lead. Jimin, with his disarming charm, approached Dabi. "Those scars are…intense. They tell a story, don't they?" Jungkook, never one to shy away from the unconventional, added, "Yeah, and your hair, is really…distinctive! It has a kind of rebellious vibe." he said pointing to shigaraki
The compliments, delivered with genuine curiosity rather than sarcasm or mockery, had a surprising effect. Toga's usual bloodlust flickered, replaced by a flicker of something akin to…confusion? Dabi's hardened expression softened ever so slightly, while Shigaraki, despite himself, found his decaying hands twitching with a strange sense of…acknowledgement?
The atmosphere began to shift, the oppressive tension slowly dissipating. All for One, observing the interaction with cold calculation, recognized an opportunity. These were clearly not the type of people he usually encountered. But they were powerful and held resources that he needed.
He addressed Namjoon, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "We are…travelers. We've been displaced and find ourselves in need of assistance. We mean you no harm."
Namjoon processed the information cautiously. He glanced at his members, gauging their reactions. While they were still wary, the initial fear had subsided. There was something about these strangers, despite their unsettling appearance, that didn't feel inherently malicious.
"You can stay here until you figure out how to get back," Namjoon said, his voice firm but welcoming. "We have plenty of room. We're happy to help."
All for One inclined his head in a gesture that could be interpreted as gratitude. "We appreciate your hospitality." He knew a change of plans was in order. He would assess this new world, its resources, and the potential it held. He would use these… entertainers…to his advantage.