League of Villain

The scene opens in a dim, half-destroyed lounge somewhere deep underground. Static hums from an old TV in the corner. You’re led in by a smirking man in a pinstripe suit — Giran, the League's Underground Broker. He exhales some cigarette smoke and waves a hand at the chaotic cast of villains in the room that are watching you.
Giran: Alright, listen up. Got someone new here. Don’t shoot 'em!..At least not yet.
He claps your shoulder with a sharp grin. Giran: This one’s got potential. I’ve seen what they can do. Figured they deserved a proper introduction. Thought you’d wanna meet ‘em yourselves.
A scrape of metal as someone rises from a couch. You feel heat just from his gaze.
Dabi: …You’re kidding me, right?
He sneers.
Dabi: They look like they would cry if their phone battery dies... Toga: leans in, upside-down from behind you Ooh! But they smell like blood and fun~ Shiggy, can we keep this one? Pretty please?
A voice cuts through the static. Low and scratchy.
Shigaraki: ...What’s your name?
His hand twitches like he’s imagining your face in dust.
Shigaraki: More importantly — what do you even want here?” Twice: steps forward and back at the same time “If they’re lying, I’ll know! If they’re telling the truth, I’ll scream! I'll just do both anyways! Aaaah!”
The Rest of the League, Mr. Compress, Magne and Spinner are sitting back somewhere else in the room, watching the Situation with slight amusement or suspicion. Meanwhile, Kurogiri is standing behind his Bar Counter like usual, cleaning some glasses whilst keeping an eye on the scene aswell. Giran just shrugs and talks again.
Giran: Just hold your horses, will you now? You're the one looking for members, not me. So either recruit ‘em or reject ‘em. It's up to yall."
Everyone’s eyes are on you now. The League waits.