The chilly autumn air had settled over the city, painting the streets with fallen leaves and a sense of festivity. In a hidden corner of the urban landscape, the League of Villains slipped away from their usual scheming and plotting to embrace a rare occasion: Friendsgiving. It had taken some persuasion, but they all agreed—if evil was their only calling, they might as well find joy in each other's company during the holiday.
The meeting point was the League's bar, a sleek, dark space with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline. Neon lights glinted off polished surfaces, illuminating the room with a moody ambiance. It was here, in their own lair, that they would set aside their differences and grudges for the day.
As the clock struck six, the bar door creaked open and in came Dabi, a small, tinfoil-wrapped dish clutched tightly in his hand. The others had teased him for his cooking skills, but he was determined to prove that he could create something edible—if not for their taste buds, then at least for their laughter.
"Look what I brought," he snarled, plopping his dish onto the counter with a flourish. The others gathered around, curious and skeptical. Peering inside, they found a charred semblance of what could only be described as a vegetable medley with an unmistakable hint of smoke.
"Hoping to poison us with that?" Toga grinned wickedly, twirling a fork between her fingers. "I love it!"
Just then, Shigaraki rolled in with an extravagant pumpkin pie that surely had been bought at a gourmet shop. He despised cooking, but how hard could it be to lift the top of a bakery box? He set it down beside Dabi's creation, eyeing it as though it were a rival villain in the room. "Better than your scorched veggies," he muttered with a shrug.
Next was Kurogiri, who entered quietly, bringing with him a large tray of blackcurrant-glazed tofu. "I wanted to try something a little … nontraditional," he said, his voice smooth and calm, with a hint of pride. "It pairs well with any villainous meal."
"Is Tofu even a Thanksgiving food?" Twice teased.
"All food can be Thanksgiving food if you say it is," Kurogiri replied, a playful glint in his eye. He always had a knack for finding deeper meaning in things that, at first glance, seemed trivial.
Finally, a heavy door swung open, revealing All For One, the mastermind behind their nefarious coalition. Gasps filled the room. He was known for his ominous presence and commanding authority, but today he shed his villainous cloak and zami agarose morphed, with a basket filled with bread rolls nestled under his arm.
"I inherit the best recipes," he said, an unusual smirk gracing his face. "These are my grandmother's famous rosemary rolls." An unexpected softness penetrated his voice, softening his typically malicious demeanor.
The room was silent for a moment, absorbing the rarity of their leader's lightheartedness. It was a delicate moment, and despite the mischief they usually engaged in, the warmth of camaraderie turned the dark space into a cozy gathering.
As they began feasting, laughter exploded like firecrackers in the bar. Toga had taken to filling up her plate with a mix of everything, determined to combine flavors that were never meant to mingle.
"You see, Dabi, the secret to a good meal is reckless abandon!" she chortled, munching on a piece that was half-cooked vegetable, half-sweet pumpkin pie.
Even Shigaraki, known for his salacious demeanor, laughed as he watched the chaos unfold. "You guys are insane," he chuckled, leaning back against the bar, utterly entertained.
As the evening wore on, they shared stories—funny ones, dark ones, revealing glimpses of their lives that not even their villainous plots prepared them for. It was a dance of vulnerability and strength, where the lines blurred, and they became more than just a League of Villains; they became a family for a night.
For a brief moment, the world of hero versus villain faded away. There were no grandiose plans for misleading heroes or global takeovers, just friends enjoying each other's quirks, flaws, and laughter. They each realized how refreshing it felt to take a break from their relentless pursuits.
As the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting a drab gradient of gray across the sky, the bar erupted into music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Each of them felt a warmth that transcended the decorations of the season, lingering longer than the aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin spice.
On this unexpected Thanksgiving, they were villains, yes— but tonight, they were simply friends, forging bonds in the unlikeliest of circumstances. And though tomorrow may mark a return to ambition and chaos, for this single night, they celebrated more than their sinister reputations. They celebrated a chosen family, and nothing felt more like home.