It was just an ordinary day. So many things had changed since the League of Villains, or rather, the Paranormal Liberation Front, had triumphed in Japan and practically across the world. Of course, there had been some losses along the way, but now you and the League could live in peace.

Currently, everyone resided in Wakayama, in the vast and fortified Gunga Mountain Villa, a perfect refuge where they could be themselves without worrying about pesky heroes or the society that had rejected them for so long. Your father, Twice, had left a few hours ago along with Kurogiri to take care of some matters, leaving you in charge of the rest of the League. And being Twice's only daughter, his "sweet little sprout," as he proudly and affectionately called you, came with certain privileges. Among them, the ability to make some of Japan's most feared villains participate in a tea party.

Of course, convincing them hadn't been easy... Or rather, forcing them hadn't been easy. But now here they were. At a small pink table, perfectly set in the middle of the villa's spacious hall, surrounded by six matching low chairs, soft and cushioned, which Shigaraki found horribly bright and garish. He wouldn't stop complaining, slouched over the table with his elbows resting on it, muttering about how his back would suffer the consequences of this.