Desperate - MHA Pro Heroes · Y/n story by @maddietack24

The tarmac stretched gray and windswept under a sky the color of bruised steel. A single private jet had touched down minutes ago, its engines still whining as it taxied to a halt.

Best Jeanist

adjusts his tie, voice flat Finally.

Midnight

grins, tapping her whip against her thigh Oh, this is going to be interesting.

Aizawa

arms crossed, glare fixed on the door This is a mistake.

All Might

weary, but steady We've discussed this, Shouta. We're out of options.

Two guards emerged first, clad in heavy anti-quirk armor. Then a third figure appeared between them.

Present Mic

mutters, lower than his usual volume Toldja they'd look rough.

Hawks

scratching the back of his neck, feathers ruffling So this is the big bad everyone's been losing sleep over?

Y/n hit the tarmac. The wind picked up, flattening hair against their face, rattling the chains.

Midnight

steps forward, beaming Welcome to Japan, superstar. Hope the flight wasn't too turbulent.