The class stood frozen in the wake of Onyx's departure, a haunting silence settling over them. The spot where she had been mere moments ago felt empty, like an irreplaceable piece of their world had been ripped away. A heavy weight hung in the air, suffocating in its intensity. Their hearts shattered in unison, and the rawness of their grief was palpable.

Izuku, who had never felt so powerless, let out a guttural cry, his voice echoing into the empty sky. His hands clenched into fists, his knees trembling beneath him as the weight of losing her crashed over him like a tidal wave. "Onyx, no!" he screamed, his words piercing the silence, a desperate plea to the universe to turn back time, to bring her back. But the world, unyielding, remained still.

Mina and Uraraka clung to each other, their tears mingling as they tried to find solace in their shared sorrow. Their faces were streaked with the pain of loss, the shock still fresh in their eyes. Iida, always the composed one, found his usual sense of order shattered as tears ran freely down his cheeks. His strong, determined demeanor cracked, exposing the vulnerability of someone who had just lost a friend, a comrade.

Tokoyami, his usual quiet self, stood with his head bowed, the shadows around him seeming to mirror the darkness in his heart. Shoji, usually the calm and steady presence among them, wiped his eyes quickly, trying to remain strong but failing. His four arms trembled, not from weakness, but from the weight of grief. He had always been someone who protected others, and now he felt utterly powerless in the face of the loss of someone he had come to care for deeply.

Aizawa, his usually stoic face twisted in sorrow, stood at a distance, struggling to hold back the raw emotion that threatened to break through. His eyes, usually sharp and unwavering, were soft with the grief of losing a student, someone who had, in her own way, reminded him of what it meant to fight, to survive. Vlad King stood nearby, his broad shoulders heavy with the same grief, his expression one of quiet mourning. Even the Class 1-B students, who had been only observers in this tragedy, stood solemnly, their own hearts breaking for the students they had come to know.

The world seemed to hold its breath in the aftermath of Onyx's disappearance. There were no words that could ease the pain they felt, no actions that could bring her back. The only thing that remained was the emptiness she left behind—an emptiness that, for now, seemed impossible to fill.

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In the dimly lit, cold hideout, the air was thick with tension. My eyes snapped open, but everything around me was blurred. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the dampness of the walls. I felt the cold bite of chains biting into my limbs as I strained against the restraints. A muzzle, tight and constricting, wrapped around my snout, and I growled in frustration, my breath coming out in ragged bursts. This was not the outcome I had wanted. I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be captured.

"Ah, the princess wakes up," came a mocking voice. My heart skipped a beat, and my gaze sharpened, though my vision was still clouded with the lingering haze of disorientation. There he stood, a man with pale skin and dark, disheveled hair—the very same one I had seen earlier. Dabi. The venom in my gaze burned into him as I gave a low growl. My claws twitched, a violent instinct stirring inside me, even as the weight of the chains kept me bound.

Dabi leaned against the wall, his grin unsettling. "Look, we're sorry you had to go through this, but our boss wants you."

I snarled, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'm not a toy for your amusement," I spat, my voice muffled by the muzzle, but the anger was unmistakable in my tone. My green eyes flashed dangerously in the dim light.

Before I could lash out, Dabi stepped aside, revealing the man I had been dreading—the leader of the League of Villains. His presence was suffocating, his aura overwhelming. A man with blue hair, a hand over his face, a mask of secrecy, with only his burning red eyes visible. Shigaraki.

"Ah, you don't know how much I've needed you, Onyx," his voice was smooth, like silk, but there was a coldness, an emptiness behind it that sent chills down my spine. He reached out, his fingers hovering over my snout, and before I could react, he pressed his palm against the sensitive area between my nostrils, an unnerving sense of ownership in his touch.

I bristled, fury rising in me like a tidal wave. No one touches me. Without thinking, I unleashed a burst of fire from my muzzle, the flames scorching his hand. Shigaraki recoiled with a yelp, his red eyes widening in momentary surprise before he threw his head back and laughed. The sound was eerie, like a predator relishing in the struggle of its prey.

"You've got fight left in you. Good," he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging, but my mind was clouded, and the chains were holding me back.

From behind Shigaraki, the blonde girl—the deranged one—suddenly twirled and squealed with excitement. "Can I get her blood, Shigaraki, please~?" Her voice was high-pitched and manic, and her eyes gleamed with twisted joy as she danced around, her body a blur of reckless energy. The way she looked at me made my stomach turn, as though I were nothing more than a grotesque experiment, a specimen to be dissected and torn apart for her amusement.

I tightened my jaw, the muscles in my body screaming for release. My vision darkened with the weight of rage, and yet, I couldn't help but feel a creeping dread wash over me. These monsters, these villains, were not just here to destroy; they were here to twist me.

They won't break me, I vowed silently to myself, even as the chains and muzzle held me firm. I had to find a way out. I had to protect what was left of my soul.

Shigaraki's eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he whirled around, his hand like a vice as he grabbed Toga by the wrist, pulling her sharply to her feet. "No, you bastard," he growled, his voice seething with venom. "No one touches her, is that clear?" The air around us seemed to shift with the weight of his authority. He glared down at the other villains, his eyes burning with fury.

They stood still, their gazes dropping. They knew better than to challenge him. Toga, however, didn't seem to understand the gravity of the moment. She flailed for a second, but quickly quieted when Shigaraki's glare cut through her like a blade. Dabi, ever the provocateur, just rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed, and turned his attention elsewhere. His disinterest was almost an insult, but I didn't have the luxury of focusing on him right now.

Shigaraki let go of Toga's wrist, his fingers still twitching with residual anger, and he turned back toward me. I felt his gaze settle on me, a smirk spreading across his face as he slowly reached up to remove his hand from his face. I flinched, instinctively bracing myself, but it wasn't the hand that I feared. It was the man beneath the mask—the one who was too dangerous to ignore.

When his hand moved away, I saw him for what he truly was. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his piercing red eyes that burned with an unsettling energy. A sharp line of black tattoos twisted around his fingers, and his lips curled into a quiet, dangerous smile. There was a magnetic pull to him, a dangerous allure that I couldn't shake. Despite the malice behind his gaze, there was something oddly...handsome about him. Of course, I thought bitterly, the deranged villains are always the handsome ones.

My heart twisted with disgust as I forced my gaze away, the weight of the chains pulling at my limbs. I wanted to break free from this place, to escape the pull of this man's twisted charm. I had to remember that he wasn't here to rescue me—he was here to break me.

Shigaraki seemed to savor my discomfort, the air between us thick with tension. His lips quirked as he stepped closer, his eyes studying me like a prize. "You're different from the others," he mused, his voice softer now, like a predator circling its prey. "I can see it in your eyes. You're not like them, not like the heroes you pretended to care about. You've got that darkness in you. That hunger." His fingers twitched, his excitement palpable.

I wanted to retort, to tell him that he'd never understand, but the words felt useless. Why bother? I wasn't about to spill my soul to someone like him. Instead, I just held his gaze, fighting the internal panic threatening to claw its way out.

"Don't get too comfortable, Onyx," he continued, his voice suddenly far too soothing, like honey dripping from his words. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of the chains again, but I refused to let the fear take hold. I am not his, I swore silently to myself. I won't let him take everything from me.

The villains may have been in charge for now, but I still had a fight left in me. They hadn't broken me yet. And they wouldn't.