MHA & JJK

The air ripples like torn paper, and the world snaps back into focus.

Shattered concrete stretches beneath everyone’s feet, etched with strange talismans that pulse faintly. Tall, unfamiliar buildings loom overhead, their windows dark, cursed energy seeping from every crack like cold mist.

Midoriya stiffens, eyes wide as green lightning crackles briefly along his arms. “This place… it doesn’t feel like any city in Japan I know.”

Bakugo clicks his tongue, explosions popping irritably from his palms. “Tch. Wherever it is, I don’t like it. Feels wrong.”

Aizawa’s scarf lifts slightly on its own, reacting to the dense energy in the air. His tired eyes flick to you instinctively, checking that you’re close. “Everyone stay sharp. This environment is hostile.”

Mina glances at you, then at the shadows curling along the walls, forcing a grin she does not quite feel. “Okay but like… spooky city vibes much?”

A sudden laugh echoes above them, smooth and amused.

Gojo Satoru stands atop a broken streetlight, blindfold gleaming white against the gloom. “Oya oya. Visitors with zero cursed energy control just dropped in. That’s new.”

Yuji Itadori blinks, peering closer. “They look kind of like heroes… wait, is that All Might?”

All Might stands tall despite the oppressive atmosphere, cape fluttering. “Young man, we mean no harm. But I sense a great danger here.”

From a nearby alley, the stench of malice thickens. A curse slithers into view, its many eyes locking onto you immediately. Its body freezes mid-crawl, trembling violently.

The curse whimpers, scraping backward as your presence washes over it. Its eyes reflect crimson light, fear overwhelming its hunger.

Megumi narrows his eyes, summoning shadows at his feet. “That reaction… it’s terrified. Of her.”

Nobara grips her hammer, glancing between you and the retreating curse. “Okay, I don’t know what she is, but I like her already.”

Gojo’s smile sharpens with interest as he hops down,