MHA Holdiay series

In the dimly lit lair of the League of Villains, a palpable sense of tension often hung in the air. Chaos and malice defined their daily interactions, and as the holidays approached, the grim shadows of villainy cast aside thoughts of festive cheer. That is until Toga Himiko, the ever-enthusiastic bloodsucker, suggested something radical.

"Hey, why don't we have a Christmas movie night?" she chirped one day, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She had been inspired by an old commercial featuring a joyful family snuggled up together on a couch, laughing away their troubles as snow fell gently outside their window.

The suggestion was met with a skeptical silence. Shigaraki, lounging on a battered chair, raised an eyebrow and spat, "What do we need holidays for? We're villains, not a bunch of kids."

Dabi, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, scoffed. "Yeah, sounds like a waste of time, Toga. We could be out causing chaos instead."

But Toga's determination was unmatched. "C'mon! It'll be fun! We can have decorations, snacks, and everything! I can get us all matching pajamas!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and slowly, one by one, her comrades began to soften.

Himiko's spark transformed the lair. Strings of lights were hung from the ceiling, a fake Christmas tree adorned with mismatched ornaments stood proudly in the corner, and the bar was decked out with a Home Alone theme—complete with cardboard cutouts of Kevin McCallister grinning mischievously. Toga had really outdone herself.

As the evening wore on, she proudly presented colorful cookies and frosted cupcakes, decorating the spread with sprinkles and icing in vibrant shades of red and green. For a moment, laughter filled the room, disrupting the monotonous darkness they typically embraced.

When the day arrived, Toga eagerly prepared. As she fussed over the snacks, she had a sudden burst of inspiration: what if she invited Ochako Uraraka, the U.A. student who'd clashed with her before? Earlier in the year, during a heated conversation about their dreams and the lives they led, things had gotten heated and hurtful. Perhaps this was a chance for reconciliation.

With a twinkle in her eye, Toga decided to reach out. To her delight, Uraraka agreed to come, though she was initially hesitant. The door swung open, and in walked the surprised hero, decked in a set of bright red pajamas adorned with dancing reindeer.

As she stepped in, the room fell silent. The villains paused their conversations, eyes flicking toward Uraraka with a mix of confusion and intrigue. Toga beamed at her, eyes sparkling.

"I'm so happy you're here!" she exclaimed, pulling Uraraka into a quick and tight embrace.

Uraraka blinked, a little taken aback but returning the hug. "I wanted to apologize for our last chat, Toga," she said softly, her cheeks flushed. "I went too far, and I didn't mean to upset you. I thought it might help to start fresh."

Toga's smile widened; she felt a warmth blossom in her chest. "Of course! I was upset, but I'd love for us to move forward." With that declaration, the air shifted. It was like a bridge, reaching over the chasm that had divided them.

As the night wore on, the mismatched band of villains and the determined hero gathered on the worn sofas, a Samsung TV flickering to life with the opening scenes of Home Alone.

Villains like Twice and Spinner chuckled at Joe Pesci's antics while Shigaraki pretended to disinterestedly scroll through his phone. Dabi, initially grumpy, loosened up and even let out a reluctant chuckle, the ridiculous slapstick humor softening his hardened facade. And Toga—she looked around, reveling in the warmth of friendship that was somehow blossoming in the most unexpected of places.

Uraraka laughed louder than she anticipated at Kevin's traps, and Toga's infectious laughter filled the room as she nearly fell off her seat during the most outrageous pranks. For a brief moment, both heroes and villains became unified in their joy, suspending their hostilities over bowls of popcorn and trays of cookies.

As the credits rolled and chuckles faded, Toga glanced at Uraraka, who was still bright-eyed and grinning. "We should do this more often!" she giggled, and for once, the darkness that usually enveloped the League of Villains felt a little lighter, a little brighter.

The walls of animosity started to crack. They'd always been a motley crew, but now, they were something more—a family, of sorts, bound by laughter, misunderstandings, and the shared experience of an unexpected Christmas movie night. And for Toga, that was the best gift of all.