After yesterday's midnight escapades and near-death exercises—complete with labyrinthine corridors, disappearing limbs, and even a reluctant explosive guest—morning at Villain VA dawned with a bizarre mix of exhaustion, excitement, and anxious laughter. In the battered main hall (which still sported crooked exits courtesy of the shifting maze), students gathered for an "emergency breakfast" that looked more like a shattered banquet than anything edible. Between half-eaten pastries and assorted energy drinks stolen from the break room safe, whispers traveled quickly about what yesterday had truly been.
Rei sat at a graffiti-tagged table near the back, still nursing bruises and a mind swirling with questions about his own Void Grip. He tried to focus on a bowl of noodles when suddenly a hush fell over the room. Heads turned as a door at the far end creaked open in the most dramatic possible fashion—a door that usually led to the "secret gloomy corridor" (a place known for its particularly malevolent vending machines and mysterious echoing laughter).
Out strode a girl who could have stepped straight out of a rebel's daydream. Her hair, streaked with hints of blue that shimmered like flames under the dim lights, cascaded in wild waves down her shoulders. Her attitude screamed defiance—and, as it turned out, she was far more than just another transfer student. Beside her, almost reluctantly, was a dour figure whose back remained turned. For a long moment, no one spoke until Omen finally broke the stunned silence, his voice trembling between amazement and disbelief.
"Wait—when did Dabi have a kid?"
A murmur swept through the room. Blitz nearly short-circuited her drink with excitement—if not shock. BrickHead pounded his indestructible head against the table in disbelief, grumbling, "I knew our villain mentors were weird." Even Grudge, who rarely let a sentiment pass without turning it into a curse, was silent enough to register astonishment.
The newcomer, wiping a smear of dirt from her cheek with a casual swipe of her hand, glanced around with sparkling eyes and a cocky smile. "Name's Rika," she announced, her voice as bright as it was irreverent. "And yes, I'm Dabi's daughter. Surprise!" She leaned casually against the table as if her presence were entirely normal—but to everyone here, it was the most abnormal thing since the self-erasing hero recruitment poster.
At that, Dabi, lounging in a far corner with his trademark blue flames dancing around his fingertips, grunted—a sound that, in his usual terse manner, appeared to mean a mix of, "What did you just do?" and "Don't you ever quit surprising me?" His usual air of detached cool was momentarily cracked by the unexpected intrusion of familial warmth.
Rei's heart did an odd little skip when Rika's gaze met his. It was a look that carried equal parts mischief and challenge. "So," she said, striding over to Rei's table as if casually surveying the room's chaos, "I hear you erased a hero poster with nothing but your Void Grip. Impressive for a scowler like you." Her tone held a teasing lilt—a spark of playful admiration that made Rei's cheeks warm in disbelief. He stammered an unsure greeting, not quite ready for the idea that he'd caught the attention of Dabi's notoriously laconic daughter.
Blitz, never one to miss a chance for a zinger, piped up: "Seriously, Rika? When did your dad forget to mention he had a kid? I mean, he's usually too busy burning his way through life to parent anything." The table erupted in laughter, and even Omen snorted, his usually stoic expression softening in amusement.
Rika rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, please. I was raised on burnt toast and scorch marks—now that's a normal family practice around here!" She winked, and for a brief moment, the tension of the previous day dissolved into a playful, even tender atmosphere.
Meanwhile, somewhere near the back, Shigaraki observed this growing scene with an inscrutable expression. He muttered under his breath, "Unexpected… but promising." That single comment, more than any announcement or thunderous activity, hinted that perhaps not all the sparks at Villain VA were of explosive violence—some could be the start of something delightfully unpredictable.
Not long after, Mr. Compress's voice boomed out over the speakers as he prepared to introduce the day's new agenda. "Attention, you fine practitioners of mischief! Today, besides your usual training, we have an extra lesson on improvisational villainy—because the art of surprise is not limited to erasing hero posters!" His instructional tone was interrupted by a series of playful eye-rolls and laughter from the students. "Now, before you all run off to cause your 'act of villainy,' let's welcome our newest transfer. Dabi's daughter, Rika, has just joined us. Let's give her a proper villain welcome!"
A cheer (and several groans of disbelief) echoed through the hall. Bakugo, barely recovering from his explosive outburst yesterday, grumbled, "So now we're surprised not only by explosions but family trees too? This place only gets weirder." His tone was harsh yet oddly amused, a sentiment mirrored in the surprised smiles of the rest.(he was spying on them).
The class was then split into small groups for a hands-on exercise: "Improvisational Chaos Challenge." In one group, Rei found himself partnered with Rika, and as they strategized on the most creative way to sabotage a rival hero recruitment event (involving fake confetti bombs and a rubber chicken—yes, really), a quiet romance began to stir. Their whispered banter grew as they traded clever insults and ideas. Every shared laugh, every conspiratorial glance, established a subtle but undeniable bond between them.
Between dodging stray obstacles (like a trap that launched an unexpected pie directly at BrickHead's head) and narrowly avoiding a misfired hex from Neon Hex that turned a rival's hair fluorescent pink for an hour, Rei and Rika discovered they worked surprisingly well together. Their synergy was marked by little touches—a shared exasperated shrug when things went awry, the soft exchange of smiles under the pressure of near-chaos—and in those moments, the crazy world of villain training felt like it might just have room for a little unexpected tenderness.
By the end of the exercise—as the sun hinted at its return and the echoing laughter of a particularly rambunctious group washed over the hall—Rika and Rei managed to orchestrate a diversion so theatrically ridiculous that even Mr. Compress laughed heartily. "Splendid! You two have set the bar for villain creativity—and maybe even a bit of charm!" he declared.
As the students regrouped, the air buzzing with jokes, teasing looks, and spirited retellings of the day's mayhem, whispers ran through the corridors: "When did Dabi get a kid?" "I'd pay to see that conversation!" and "Maybe there's more to villainy than just chaos." Even Bakugo's scowls softened ever so slightly as he watched Rika banter with her newfound partner.
And so, amid laughter, surprises, and a tender hint of romance, Villain VA proved once again that every day was unpredictable, every lesson outrageous, and every unexpected twist simply part of the grand, absurd tapestry of villain life. In a place where explosions, curses, and disappearing hero posters were the norm, today had brought something truly special—a spark that promised that even in the wildest chaos, sometimes a little love could be the most dangerous weapon of all.
The mayhem of yesterday's trials still clung to Villain VA like a stubborn stain when a sudden rumble shook the battered main hall. Just as the students were beginning to nurse their bruises over cups of questionable "villain juice," the heavy front door burst open with a crash. All eyes darted toward the entrance—only to discover Bakugo striding back in, his face a furious canvas of red anger. But he wasn't alone. Trailing behind him, as if summoned by sheer determination (or exasperation), was Aizawa—his signature scarf hanging loosely and his expression as stoic as ever.
Enough of this nonsense!" Bakugo roared, his voice almost matching the intensity of the explosions from earlier. "I'm not done until I've made sure these clowns know what real power looks like!"
Aizawa's deep, monotone drawl cut through the commotion. "Bakugo, we have better things to do than turn a villain school into a dumpster fire." His calm gaze swept over the bewildered crowd of aspiring miscreants. The effect was comical: the polished, down-to-earth Aizawa stood in stark contrast to the lawless graffiti and flickering neon of Villain VA. Nobody could tell if his presence was a rescue or an unwelcome intrusion.
The villain students exchanged incredulous whispers. "Is that really Eraser Head at Villain VA?" someone muttered.
"Since when do heroes crash our training?" another replied as they snickered.
Even Mr. Compress, from his high perch on a shattered desk, couldn't help but chuckle. "Ah, the stage is set for a delightful collision of chaos and order!"
Bakugo clenched his fists. "I'm here to remind you idiots that the world still runs on hero standards—whether you like it or not! And if you don't shape up, I'm gonna blast some sense into you!" His words, delivered with that trademark explosive fervor, left little doubt about his intentions.
Before the tension could tip over, Aizawa raised a hand. "We're not here to start a massacre today, Bakugo. We're here because our institutions—hero and villain alike—need to understand the boundaries… even if those boundaries are conveniently blurred by mischief." His voice, as calm as a sleeping panda, held an edge that silenced the murmuring crowd.
Some of the villain students, always ready to take advantage of any good free show, began heckling with irreverent slogans—"Eraser Head, wipe our debt!" and "Bakugo, blow up our homework!" even as Mr. Compress applauded their insubordination with theatrical glee.
With that, a chaotic brawl erupted near the main hall's center. Bakugo launched himself forward, flames sparking around his fists as he challenged a group of overzealous students attempting a mock act of villainy. Aizawa moved with deliberate precision, using his trademark capture techniques against those who got too close for comfort. In the midst of the melee, Bakugo and Aizawa became an unlikely duo—pummeling obstacles, exchanging heated retorts, and, in moments of absurd post-battle calm, bantering with a humor that bordered on surreal.
"Oi, Aizawa, why don't you ever smile?" Bakugo barked mid-swing as a stray explosion sent splinters of debris his way.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "Bakugo, I have better things to do than smile. But try not to destroy everything you touch, alright?" His reply, deadpan and gruff, earned a round of sneering laughter from a few of the more spiteful villains.
Meanwhile, in the midst of the chaos, Rei found himself alongside Rika again. Up until now, their budding romance had been marked by clever banter and shared moments of quiet humor amidst the turmoil. Today, when a misplaced fireball nearly singed Rika's hair, Rei sprang forth with a rather awkward but sincere apology. "Sorry, I guess my Void Grip isn't the only thing that can unexpectedly cause destruction," he quipped, temporarily distracting everyone with his sheepish grin.
Rika laughed, brushing strands of blue-tinted hair from her eyes. "If you keep that up, I might just let you absorb all my bad moods away." Their playful exchange drew a few chuckles from nearby students, further softening the overall tension.
As the fight raged on, Mr. Compress's booming voice cut through the clamor: "Ladies and gentlemen, what a performance! A true blend of heroism and villainy—the perfect lesson in improvisational chaos! Now, let's appreciate that even in the midst of battle, there's room for a little humanity… and, dare I say, romance!"
The absurdity of the moment wasn't lost on the assembled crowd. Even Bakugo, mid-rant, paused when a stray quip from Aizawa about ordering "less explosive cupcakes" reached his ears, and a begrudging smirk almost tugged at his features.
By the time the scuffle finally slowed—thanks largely to Aizawa's efficient interventions and Bakugo's promise of another round of explosive outbursts—the corridor of Villain VA had transformed into an impromptu arena of wild laughter and camaraderie. The boundaries between hero and villain seemed to blur, if only for a few glorious chaotic moments.
Bakugo crossed his arms, glaring at those around him while muttering, "This absolutely isn't over!" Aizawa simply adjusted his scarf and replied in his usual measured tone, "Nor should it be. Today was merely a demonstration that even amidst chaos, order finds a way… or at least a funny pause."
Rei and Rika, sharing a knowing look from across the corridor, felt that their strange, dangerous world might just hold more surprises yet. With every punch thrown and every sarcastic remark exchanged, Villain VA—filled with eccentric teachers, explosive returns, and unexpected alliances—continued to be a place where laughter was as common as fisticuffs, and even the most unlikely pairings could spark unforgettable moments.
(This part is just for funnsies)
Rei is in the middle of an intense training session at Villain VA, trying to perfect his villainous combat style. Dabi, his reluctant mentor for the day, watches from the sidelines with his usual air of disinterest—until Rei does something completely unexpected.
Mid-attack, Rei attempts a flashy, spinning kick move. But his foot catches on a loose floor mat, and suddenly—WHOOSH! He's flying through the air in a less-than-graceful spiral.
Dabi, instead of helping, just watches, unimpressed, as Rei crashes into a pile of training equipment, sending weights and resistance bands scattering everywhere.
Without missing a beat, Dabi exhales, shoves his hands in his pockets, and mutters, "Man, and I thought I was the walking disaster around here."
Meanwhile, the rest of the trainees are either trying to stifle their laughter or pretending they didn't see the mess. Rei, buried under a mountain of gym gear, just groans, "I meant to do that."