A/N: I might have forgotten to mention that the villains are rotating classes and teachers. They are mixed for every lesson to start getting a feeling for every person there is..... so it can happen that there is only shigaraki in one or all of them in another... depends on the classes they have for the day scheduled.

The classroom echoed with silence after the last student had left. I stood there for a moment, my mind buzzing with plans. This wasn't just about shaping them up to face UA's hero classes—this was about proving that power wasn't just about quirks, reputations, or even the labels society had slapped on them. It was about control, about manipulation, and about playing the game better than anyone else.

Gathering my thoughts, I stepped out of the room. The hallways of the rehab facility felt oddly empty, the hum of fluorescent lights above the only sound. As I made my way to the central office, I passed other students from different classes, some of them looking at me with curiosity, others with disdain. It didn't bother me. Let them stare. Let them whisper. It didn't change what was coming.

When I reached the central terminal—a small, secured room where only I had the override access—I quickly locked the door behind me. Pulling out my tablet, I synced it to the system and began hacking into the central database. If I was going to make this work, I needed to know everything about every student here. Their quirks, their weaknesses, their histories. The more I understood them, the better I could weaponize them.

As data began pouring onto my screen, I made mental notes:

Toga Himiko: Blood manipulation and transformation. Dangerous, unpredictable, but deeply insecure. Her biggest weakness wasn't her quirk—it was her need for validation. I'd have to twist that into ambition.

Dabi: Blue flames hotter than any normal fire. His stamina was limited, but his raw power made him one of the strongest here. The issue was his apathy. If I could motivate him—push the right buttons—I could make him unstoppable.

Shigaraki Tomura: Decay. He was the most volatile of the group, but also the most intelligent. His loyalty was already mine, but I needed to ensure he trusted me implicitly. If Shigaraki bought into this plan, the rest would follow.

I continued scanning through the files of the other students. Each of them had potential—hidden depths that they hadn't yet tapped into. I would pull it out of them, even if I had to break them first.

After compiling everything I needed, I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my temples. This was going to take more than just strategy—it would take finesse. They weren't just tools to be sharpened; they were people with egos, fears, and stubborn streaks. I needed them to believe this was their idea, that they were fighting for themselves.

Closing the terminal, I made my way back home. The day's events hadn't drained me; they had fueled me. As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by the faint smell of my father's expensive cologne and the sound of soft classical music playing in the background.

"All for One" himself sat in the lounge, a glass of wine in one hand, a tablet in the other. He looked up as I entered, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing in on me. "You've been busy," he remarked, setting the glass down. "I assume everything went as planned?"

"Better," I said, dropping my bag onto the floor. "They're in. Mostly reluctant, but they'll come around."

He nodded approvingly. "And Nezu?"

"Cooperative," I replied, smirking. "He's playing the long game, just like us."

My father chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Excellent. But remember, my son, this is your stage now. You can't afford to falter."

"I won't," I said firmly. "I've already started shaping them. By the time this 'sports festival' happens, they'll be stronger than anyone expects."

"Good," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But don't forget: strength alone isn't enough. Control the narrative. Make them fear you, respect you. That is true power."

I nodded, his words sinking in.

After a quick meal, I retreated to my room. Once inside, I pulled out my plans again, spreading them across the desk. Charts, diagrams, and strategies filled the pages, each one more intricate than the last. I mapped out training regimens for each student, pinpointing their weaknesses and outlining ways to overcome them.

For Toga, I planned to simulate high-stress combat scenarios, forcing her to control her transformations under pressure. For Dabi, I would create endurance drills to increase his stamina and train him to harness his flames with precision. Shigaraki would require a different approach—one that challenged him mentally as well as physically.

The night stretched on as I worked, my desk lit only by the glow of my laptop and a small desk lamp. Each time I reviewed the plans, I refined them further, imagining every possible scenario and counter-strategy. By the time dawn began to creep through the curtains, I was exhausted but satisfied.

This wasn't just about preparing them for the festival. It was about reshaping them entirely. By the end of this, they wouldn't just be a rehab class—they'd be a force to be reckoned with.

And when the world saw what we were capable of, they'd finally understand: power wasn't about quirks or titles. It was about control. And I intended to have it all.