✩Queen Y/N✩

The early morning light filtered through the barred window, casting a soft glow across the room. You let out a long sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you with each passing moment. You weren't going anywhere, not today, not anytime soon. You had no appetite for the food that had been offered to you before, and the thought of forcing yourself to eat made your stomach churn. So, you stayed in bed, the sheets tangled around you, staring at the wall and lost in your thoughts.

The quiet of the room was broken by the soft creak of the door opening. You didn't look up—didn't even move—until Kurogiri stepped inside, holding a bowl of food in his hands. The scent was different this time. It actually smelled... appetizing. It wasn't the bland, unidentifiable mush you'd been given before. This time, it had a comforting aroma, like something familiar, something real.

"You need to eat, young miss," Kurogiri said softly, his voice calm and measured. His presence, though a little unsettling in its own right, had a strange sense of gentleness to it. He didn't push, didn't demand. Instead, he simply offered the food, his tone suggesting that he wasn't going to leave until you did.

You met his gaze for the first time, studying his face. There was no malice in his expression—just a quiet concern, something you hadn't expected to find among the League. The thought of eating, of allowing yourself a moment of comfort in this strange and unnerving place, almost felt like an act of defiance.

But your body was starting to feel the toll of hunger, the weakness settling in slowly, and the thought of ignoring it for any longer made your head swim. You hesitated for a moment longer before finally sitting up, your fingers brushing against the bowl as you took it from him.

Kurogiri gave a small, approving nod as you held the bowl in your lap, but said nothing more. There was an understanding between you both—no need for words, no need for forced pleasantries. You would eat when you were ready.

And so, with a deep breath, you lifted the spoon to your lips, letting the warmth and the taste of the food fill your senses. It wasn't much, but in this moment, it was enough.

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Shigaraki hadn't come in the usual way today. He didn't stride in with that chilling, dominant presence that usually sent a shiver down your spine. Instead, he walked in quietly, almost casually, and took a seat across from you. The air between you was thick, and the tension still lingered like a cloud, but he seemed... different today. Not angry, not threatening—just there, like he was waiting for something.

You didn't look up at him at first, trying to focus on the food in your hands, though your mind was far from the task. His voice finally cut through the quiet, low and rough, but there was no cruelty in it this time.

"You can't stand against us much longer, Y/N," Shigaraki said, his words lingering in the air like a warning, though it wasn't one of violence—more like a reluctant truth. "You're trapped in this place, whether you like it or not."

You stayed silent, the weight of his words sinking in, each syllable twisting something in your chest. He wasn't wrong. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The League's hold on you was suffocating, and all you could do was try to survive one moment at a time.

He continued, leaning forward slightly as he studied you. "But that's not why I'm here." His voice softened, something almost curious creeping into it. "I don't just want to break you. I want to understand you. Get to know who you really are."

The shift in his tone caught you off guard. You raised your eyes to meet his, and for the first time, you saw a hint of something deeper—was it genuine interest? Or was it just another part of his game? You couldn't be sure.

Shigaraki tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I want to know about your life, Y/N. What makes you tick? What made you so important to All Might and the others?"

You wanted to refuse, to stay silent and distant, but something in the way he said it made it hard to brush him off. The curiosity in his voice wasn't like the usual mocking tone he carried. This was... different. Almost personal.

"I don't think you're really interested," you finally replied, your voice cool but laced with a touch of bitterness. "You're just trying to make me feel more isolated."

Shigaraki's gaze never wavered. "Maybe. But maybe I'm just bored. And maybe, just maybe, I want to hear your side of things. Don't get too comfortable though. This isn't some therapy session, Y/N."

You knew the truth. This wasn't about your story or your past. This was just another attempt to gain control, to manipulate your mind and make you a pawn in his game. But for some reason, you couldn't help but feel that maybe—just maybe—there was more to this than just another of Shigaraki's power plays.

He waited for you to respond, his eyes locked onto yours, as though he was daring you to reveal a piece of yourself, to give him something he didn't already know.

You sighed, feeling the weight of his gaze press against you. Despite the tension in the room, part of you knew there was no escaping this conversation. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm, but you also couldn't deny the growing urge to just say it—let some truth slip out. You didn't owe him anything, but maybe, just maybe, speaking it aloud would help you make sense of everything.

Shigaraki watched you intently, waiting for you to speak, his eyes narrowing just a little as you hesitated. His silence pushed you forward.

"I was a little younger than what Toga is now," you began slowly, the words coming easier than you expected. Your mind wandered back to those days, to a time when everything felt so different. "I raided kingdoms for a living. I wasn't a hero, wasn't even part of the real world. I was just... me. A queen, yes. But I was a queen of the streets, not of anything you'd care about."

You let out a bitter chuckle, remembering how young you'd been when you first donned the mantle of royalty in a world of chaos. Back then, you hadn't known the price of power, of controlling those around you. It was all so simple back then—survival, dominance, getting what you wanted at any cost. The memories of those raids—of standing over the treasures of kingdoms like Erebor, of taking what didn't belong to you, and calling it your own—rushed back in vivid flashes.

"I was the one who would storm into places, make the treasure my own," you continued, your voice softening. A brief smile flickered on your lips as you thought back to your younger self. "There was this one kingdom, Erebor. Beautiful place. Full of gold and jewels, but what interested me most were the artifacts, the things they thought were too precious to let anyone else have. But I always took them. Sometimes I didn't even need to fight. Just a little clever thinking, and I could walk out with whatever I wanted."

You let the memories swirl around you—those days of wealth, of power, of feeling invincible as you toppled kings and took what wasn't yours. There had been a thrill in it, a freedom, even though you knew it was never going to last. It was always going to burn out, always going to end in betrayal or violence. Still, for a time, you had felt like a queen.

You looked back up at Shigaraki, your smile faded now, replaced with something more somber. "It wasn't just about the treasure, though. It was about the control. The sense that nothing could stop me. That I was someone—and that I could make anyone bend to my will." You paused, feeling the weight of your own words. "I wasn't a good person back then. I'm not proud of it. But... I did what I had to do to survive."

Shigaraki remained silent, watching you carefully. You couldn't tell if he was amused or simply listening. Either way, you'd given him a part of your past—a piece you hadn't expected to reveal.

You glanced down at the pendant in your hand, the image of Toothless cutting through the silence between you. The weight of the memories was heavy now. The kingdom raids, the treasures, the battles—they all felt so distant. Even Toothless felt so far away now, almost like a life you used to live before the League, before everything had turned upside down.

For a moment, you wondered if it had been worth it—if it had all been worth the pain and the losses. You couldn't tell. But now, in this room, staring down at the little dragon-shaped diamond, you knew you couldn't go back to that life, no matter how tempting it seemed.

"You asked about my life, Shigaraki," you said softly, your voice laced with a strange bitterness, "and that's the truth of it. A queen who never truly had a kingdom, and a thief who raided the world just to feel alive."

The room fell into silence again, the tension shifting but not dissipating. Shigaraki's eyes didn't leave you, but you couldn't decipher what was going through his mind. Whatever he expected from you, whatever he wanted to hear, it didn't seem like you had given him that. But you had given him a piece of your truth. And for now, that would have to be enough.

Shigaraki stood slowly, his hands still clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable. His words hung in the air for a moment before he nodded, as though satisfied with your confession.

"Very well," he said, his voice still carrying that low, ominous tone. "You've given me plenty to think about." He let out a small, almost mocking chuckle as he turned to leave, but then paused, the slight twitch in his lip betraying something that lingered beneath the surface. "Though, I'm sure Toothless can't save you now, dear."

His words felt like a cold slap, cutting through the fleeting sense of relief that had come with your confession. He knew. He knew how much Toothless meant to you, and yet, there was no softness in his voice, no empathy in his gaze. It was a warning, a cruel reminder that you were truly alone in this place.

You felt a pang in your chest at the mention of Toothless—your companion, your king. The one thing that had always given you strength. But hearing Shigaraki's words, a dark realization set in. He was right. Toothless couldn't save you now. And for the first time, the thought of that loss, of everything you had left behind, threatened to swallow you whole.

But you didn't let it show. You forced yourself to breathe, to ignore the sting of helplessness creeping into your chest. You were more than just your past, more than the person you once were. You had to believe that.

Shigaraki didn't wait for a response. He simply gave you one last look, his eyes cold and unreadable, before turning and walking out, the door clicking shut behind him.

And as the silence returned, heavy and suffocating, you couldn't help but wonder how much longer you could hold onto the remnants of your own strength.

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✩Izuku Midoriya✩

Izuku Midoriya hated feeling so helpless, hated that every part of him screamed for action, yet there was nothing he could do. Every fiber of his being wanted to save you, to pull you from the depths of the League's grasp and bring you back to safety. But it felt like an impossible task—like trying to move a mountain with bare hands.

In the quiet moments, when the chaos of battle and his endless training were distant, his mind would wander to thoughts of you. He remembered when you first came to the city, a stranger among them, your mysterious aura so different from the everyday faces that filled the streets. At first, he hadn't known what to make of you, but it wasn't long before something shifted. You became a part of them—no, not just a part. You became something much greater. You were an idol, a symbol, not just for the city but for him, too.

You had a presence, something that drew people in. Something that made them believe in themselves, in the possibility of fighting against the odds. In those early days, he watched from a distance, awestruck by your strength and resilience. You were always the one standing tall, leading them in ways he couldn't even understand. You became his hero in ways even All Might could never be, because you were real, tangible. You understood him in ways others couldn't.

Izuku never forgot the first time you'd spoken to him. He remembered the kindness in your eyes, the way you saw him not as some quirkless boy, but as someone who could still make a difference. You had been there, not just for him, but for everyone. You were a protector, someone they could all look up to. And, in a strange way, someone he could look up to, too.

But now, in the silence of his room, in the midst of all the fear and frustration that gripped him, he couldn't stop the overwhelming guilt that surged inside him. He should have been able to protect you. He should have been there to stop Shigaraki and the League before they could lay their hands on you. The thought that you might be suffering, trapped in their clutches, was almost more than he could bear.

He clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. I'll find a way to bring you back, he promised himself. He had to. Because in this city, you weren't just another hero or figure. You were his idol. The one person who had made him believe in something greater than himself, the person who had shown him what it truly meant to fight for others.

And he would never let you be taken from him, not without a fight.

"Just hold on, Y/N," he whispered to himself, the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders. "I'll come for you. I won't give up."

Izuku's eyes flickered, the weight of exhaustion from days of searching and planning seeming to lift as All Might's words sank in. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. He blinked, making sure he hadn't misheard.

"Wait... really?" Izuku's voice was barely a whisper, full of disbelief.

All Might smiled, a rare glimmer of confidence in his otherwise worn expression. He patted Izuku's head, his hand warm despite his injury. "Yeah, we've found the League's hideout. We kind of always knew where it was, but now, we've got a solid plan to go in. We're going to rescue Y/N, now."

Izuku's heart leaped in his chest. The news hit him like a wave, but he couldn't stop the relief from flooding through him. After all this time, after all the uncertainty, the moment had come. Y/N would be coming home. They had a chance.

"Wait, what?" His voice grew steadier, more urgent. "You mean it? It's not just a plan this time?"

Aizawa, who had been standing quietly at All Might's side, gave a small nod. His expression was as stern as always, though there was something in his eyes—a flicker of determination. The bandage covering his left eye was a silent reminder of the battles they had fought and the ones still to come, but there was no hesitation in his tone. "Yeah, it's happening. We're not wasting any more time."

Izuku's heart raced, his adrenaline beginning to surge as he imagined the rescue. He could see it all now—the plan unfolding in his mind, the moment Y/N would be free from the League's grasp. We're coming for you, he thought fiercely, a determination flooding his veins.

"Then let's go!" Izuku said without thinking, already moving toward his gear. His mind was sharp now, focused, his body already anticipating the fight ahead.

All Might grinned, pride shining through despite his own struggles. "That's the spirit, kid. But you need to suit up. We're all going in together."

Izuku nodded, grabbing his hero suit from where it was stashed. As he pulled on the uniform, the weight of it felt different this time. This wasn't just another mission—it was personal. Y/N was out there, waiting to be saved, and he wouldn't let anything stop him.

They were leaving—together.

The group had always been a team, but today, their bond felt stronger than ever before. Today, it was all about bringing Y/N back where they belonged. And Izuku was ready to give everything for that chance.

"Let's save Y/N," he said, his voice steady and resolute.

And with that, they set out—ready to face whatever awaited them in the dark corners of the League's hideout, knowing one thing for sure: they weren't going to fail this time.

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✩Queen Y/N✩

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, the grogginess hadn't fully worn off when you were hit with the unexpected sight of Dabi standing before you, a cold chain dangling from his hands. You instinctively bristled, every muscle in your body tensing. A low growl escaped your throat as you bared your teeth, trying to suppress the fear rising in your chest. "What the hell do you want?" you snarled, the warning clear in your tone.

Dabi's lips twitched, but there was no amusement behind his eyes—just the same calm, collected demeanor. He sighed, as if he'd been expecting this reaction. "We're moving you," he muttered, the chain swinging slightly as he stepped closer. "So the heroes can't find you again. I'm not dealing with a repeat of last time."

Before you could react, the cold metal looped around your neck. You flinched, your hackles raised, but Dabi tugged it with a practiced force, guiding you to your feet and pulling you into the common room. Your stomach churned with the thought of being moved again, of being trapped in another one of their hidden places, but you kept your wits about you.

The room was dimly lit, the sounds of your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls. Shigaraki was there, his usual disinterested expression plastered on his face, hands tucked into the folds of his clothes. As Dabi brought you forward, Shigaraki glanced up, his gaze shifting toward you. "Ready?" he asked with that same detached tone.

The others were there too—Toga, Spinner, and the rest of the League of Villains, all nodding in agreement. You were just another piece of their plan, but something stirred in you. You'd been in this position before, and you were not going down without a fight.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A sudden crash echoed from the distance, followed by a brilliant green light streaking across the sky. You froze, your heart pounding as a familiar scent filled your senses. Izuku. The surge of hope was enough to nearly knock you off your feet.

"Izuku," you breathed, your voice cracking slightly as you spotted him through the dust and rubble. He had emerged from the wreckage, looking battered but determined, his green eyes locking with yours.

His voice rang out, filled with raw fury, but there was no mistaking the protective edge to it. "Let her go, you freaks!"

Your heart soared. His words, his presence—it was everything you needed in this moment. You couldn't help but beam at the sight of him, that familiar warmth filling your chest.

"I'm getting you out of here, Y/N, don't worry," Izuku called, his voice firm as he stepped forward.

And then, like a dream coming true, Shoto and Bakugo arrived in the thick of the chaos, bursting onto the scene with their own force, ready to back Izuku up. The relief that flooded your chest was overwhelming. You were saved.

All the fear, the uncertainty, the helplessness—it melted away as you realized that, despite everything, the people you cared about were there for you. Izuku, Shoto, Bakugo—they had come to fight for you. You could feel it in the air: the battle was about to begin.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn't feel alone anymore.