The screen started back up, and the man's thoughts began to spill into the theater, drawing everyone in deeper.
"I don't know whether I glanced down that way or if something caught my eye... but I saw an empty, deserted lot where a duel was about to begin."
On one side stood a giant, easily over 190 cm tall, with muscles swollen beneath his clothes—the epitome of raw power. His dorsal muscles bulged unnaturally, serving as the pivot point for devastating punches. His fists, scarred and massive, could have been mistaken for boulders.
Facing him was a young man in his mid-twenties, clad in a tracksuit with a hoodie covering his face, standing about 180 cm tall—considerably smaller. At his presence, a few women in the audience leaned forward.
"Is he seriously getting into a fight with that giant? He's going to get himself killed."
Iida adjusted his glasses, remarking, "Street fights? I didn't know those still happened."
"Sometimes it happens," Aizawa said, watching the scene. "Two people who want to see who has the strongest quirk resort to a street fight to prove themselves."
The villains weren't surprised, as this was a common occurrence.
Bat-Mite floated nearby, his mischievous grin widening.
"Ah, the charm of old-school brawling. Quirks or not, it's all about the story!"
His voice twinkled with meta-knowledge.
The villains smirked knowingly—this was the pulse of their world.
"I don't care as long as I get to see some blood," the girl with the vampirism quirk, Toga Himiko, said in an eerily sensual manner. This greatly disturbed the heroes, while the League of Villains showed no reaction, having grown used to Toga's antics.
"Do you know what's wrong with her, Toshinori?"
"No, but I believe Midnight might. I'll ask her." He yelled across the theater. "Midnight, do you know what's wrong with the girl?"
Midnight was surprised that All Might personally asked for her opinion. She froze for a brief moment before responding.
"I'm flattered that you would ask me, but why would you assume I know?"
"Well, I thought this might be a fetish, and who better to ask than you!" All Might said with his trademark smile, having returned.
Everyone suddenly looked at All Might, whether hero or villain, with their jaws dropped as an awkward silence fell.
Until All For One burst out laughing hysterically, followed by his disciple and the rest of the villains, until they were all in a full-blown fit of laughter.
Midnight sighed, aghast as if the wind had been knocked out of her.
"That's not... Is that what people think of me?" She began to ask the surrounding heroes, who turned away, avoiding eye contact; even her students just sat there in silence.
Until Mineta spoke up, clearly not reading the vibe.
"Yeah, most people assume you're super slutty. Even the villains are more modest, which is why I was really happy to have you as a teacher."
He began drooling before he was smacked on the head by whichever girl was closest to him.
"I see." She just slumped down onto the chair as if the world had collapsed.
Awkward silence fell as they heard the giant speak for the first time.
"You're insane," were the giant's first words. "Look at my face, my build. You have plenty of information that tells you I'm stronger than you. Yet, you still picked a fight with me, a Yakuza."
Midoriya, after hearing that the giant man was also a Yakuza, began to pay extreme attention to him—something the rest of his classmates noticed.
The younger man took off his hoodie, exposing his face and causing several women to have hearts in their eyes, much to Mineta's annoyance.
Uraraka's lips parted in awe. "Those broad shoulders... sinful curves of muscle... like the perfect sculpture coming to life."
Yaoyorozu's breath caught. "That confident stance—it's almost too much to handle."
Jiro's playful smile twisted; her voice lilting. "If he offered one glance, I'd spin a melody to seduce him."
Their eyes sparkled with emerging desire, blushes burning hotter with each passing moment.
Toga's emerald gaze was dark, sharp with hungry abandon. "Step closer, and I'll take what I hunger for—bite, taste, drown in the thrill. Skin pressed to skin, heart beating wild; I'm ready to give in to the fire he promises."
Midnight reclined, voice molten and thick with want:
"Sweetheart, those muscles flexing under fabric? Raw temptation wrapped in power. I ache imagining tracing every line with my fingertips, my breath hitching as I feel his heat sear my skin. That closeness—the dance of power and desire—makes me hungry for more: textures, touches, moments stolen in shadows. He's a living storm, commanding ecstasy and danger with every step. Watching? Torture and bliss mingled; a seduction I'm powerless to resist."
"This is exactly why people think... I give up." Aizawa sighed to himself.
Mt. Lady leaned forward, her tone vibrant and sultry yet playful.
"Wow, that guy could smash more than just villains. Those shoulders? Like hurricanes—and I'm ready to wreck everything with him. Power, passion, and a body that knows how to play all the right games. If he ever smiled my way, I'd be tempted to let the world burn just to feel his fire."
Mirko's voice cut sharp, but with undeniable heat.
"He's the kind you race after and catch—fast, fierce, and raw. Muscles coiled for a strike, eyes daring you to fall. I wouldn't mind getting up close and personal, seeing just how wild he really is..."
The energy thickened; young women's cheeks burned deeper as Midnight, Mt. Lady, and Mirko's words shifted the atmosphere into tantalizing tension.