Alone: an MHA spin off

The Girl Who Took the First Step

The city slept, or at least, it pretended to. The streets, slick with rain, were empty save for the occasional car that zoomed by, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Above, the clouds churned, thick with the promise of more storms. But in the quiet of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town, there was no peace.

In the middle of a decrepit warehouse, the air was thick with the smell of old wood, rusted metal, and something… far more dangerous. The floorboards creaked underfoot as Shigaraki Tomura paced back and forth, his eyes flicking over the plans laid out on a dusty table. His fingers idly drummed against his wrist, a habit that spoke of nervous energy. Beside him, Hana stood still, her gaze unwavering as she watched him.

Shigaraki’s plans were always chaos—always something destructive, unpredictable. But now, as he outlined his next move, his grin was tighter, more focused than usual. His words were low, almost to himself.

"We need to strike fast. The heroes are too comfortable. They think they're safe." His voice had an edge to it, as if it was laced with something more—something that was beginning to come alive in him. "We need to make them understand that we can reach them. That no one is safe from this."

Hana, as usual, said nothing. But she wasn’t just listening—she was absorbing. Everything he said. Everything he did. There was power in his words, in his resolve. And for the first time in her life, it was *her* who was listening, *her* who was starting to form ideas of her own.

Shigaraki paused and glanced over at her, his lips curling into that familiar, twisted grin. "What do you think, Hana? You’ve been quiet tonight."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him with an intensity that only someone who had been abandoned, who had suffered like she had, could possess. "I think you’re right," she said softly. Her voice was still that of a child, but there was something unshakeable in the way she spoke. "They don’t understand how fragile they are."

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow. "And you do?"

Hana’s eyes narrowed, her lips pulling into a small, knowing smile. "I *do*."

She wasn’t just talking about the heroes. She wasn’t talking about the city or the buildings or the things people took for granted. She was talking about people—humans, who thought they were invincible, who believed that their status, their powers, their *goodness* would protect them. They were wrong.

Hana had been wrong, too, once. She had once believed in waiting, in hoping that something, someone, would come and change her fate. But now? Now she knew better. Fate wasn’t something that could be changed. It wasn’t something you waited for. It was something you *took.*

"We’ll start small," Shigaraki said after a pause, his voice dark. "A few heroes, some important people. Just enough to send a message. Let them see that the world they’ve built is a house of cards. And when it falls, they’ll be left with nothing."

"And us," Hana added quietly. "We’ll be the ones standing."

Shigaraki turned to look at her. His eyes gleamed with something close to admiration. "Exactly. You’re learning."

And with that, it was set in motion. The plans were laid. The first move had already been made.

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**A few days later…**

The mission was simple. Disrupt a small, isolated hero training facility. Destroy their equipment. Get in, get out. And *make a statement.* It wasn’t going to be a full-scale attack—not yet. But it was enough to shake the foundation of their false sense of security.

Hana moved with practiced ease, her small figure blending into the shadows as she slipped into the facility’s outskirts. Shigaraki, always at the helm, stood by her side, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had been the one to gather the scattered remnants of the League’s forces, the ones who had grown disillusioned with society, just as he had. And now, with Hana by his side, the force was stronger than it had ever been before.

The facility was dark, and the air was thick with tension. Inside, a handful of heroes-in-training were working late, unaware of the danger creeping closer.

Hana could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as they approached the first line of defense. She had already begun to move before Shigaraki even gave the signal.

Her Quirk was simple, like most children’s—nothing extraordinary. She didn’t have an explosive power, or a Quirk that allowed her to move faster than the eye could follow. No, Hana’s Quirk was far subtler, far more dangerous. Her power was manipulation—an ability to twist things, to break them *from the inside*.

And she was damn good at it.

She touched the wall, and with the flick of her fingers, it groaned under the weight of her influence. A door collapsed inward with a soft, hollow thud, followed by the scramble of surprised voices.

"What's going on?" one of the students yelled, rushing toward the noise. "What happened to the door?"

Before the door could even open, Hana was already inside. The students barely had time to react before they saw her—small, with eyes that burned with the intensity of someone far older, far more dangerous than she appeared.

"Run," Hana said, her voice eerily calm.

The students froze, their eyes wide with confusion.

And then, in the next instant, the building screamed.

Shigaraki’s laugh filled the air, like a dark symphony as the walls buckled under the strain of Hana’s Quirk. The heroes-in-training scrambled, but they were already too late. Hana’s power twisted everything she touched, breaking it apart—metal, wood, glass. And with each new piece that cracked, her grin grew wider.

The walls broke down into jagged pieces, a cascade of debris falling, and the facility’s defenses crumbled. The lights flickered as the heroes tried to reach their communications, but Hana had already disabled those systems. She was *in control*.

"Shigaraki, you were right," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "It’s so easy…"

Shigaraki’s voice, rough and dangerous, echoed behind her. "Don’t get too cocky, kid. We’re just getting started."

But for a moment, Hana allowed herself to feel the rush. The rush of knowing that *this*—this destruction—was the only thing that made sense. She had been abandoned, she had been forgotten. But now, in the aftermath of this chaos, no one could ever ignore her again.

The first step had been taken. And she had made it alone.

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**Later that night…**

As the fires from the burning facility cast flickering shadows across the ruined landscape, Hana stood beside Shigaraki, watching as the heroes arrived too late to stop the destruction. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, their once-strong resolve faltering in the wake of something they could not comprehend.

"Do you think they understand now?" Hana asked quietly, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the flames.

Shigaraki’s grin widened, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "They will. They all will. They won’t forget this night."

And, for the first time in her life, Hana felt like she had truly taken her place.

Not as a victim.

But as someone who would change everything.