Triple Goof Threat (MHA)

The villain's quirk activated with a blinding flash just as Bakugo launched forward with an explosive blast, Shoto conjured a wall of ice, and Midoriya powered up One For All. One moment they were in the middle of downtown Musutafu, adrenaline pumping as they coordinated their attack—the next, reality twisted around them like a kaleidoscope. CRASH! Three bodies collided in a tangle of limbs, landing hard on an unfamiliar wooden floor. Bakugo's gauntlets sparked with residual explosions as he rolled away from the pile, while Shoto's right side automatically released a burst of ice that cracked against what looked like a coffee table. Midoriya groaned, green lightning still crackling faintly around his clenched fists. "What the—WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?!" Bakugo roared, small pops echoing from his palms as he scrambled to his feet, head whipping around frantically. "Some kind of teleportation quirk?" Midoriya muttered, pushing himself up while his analytical mind raced. "But the range... this doesn't look like anywhere in Japan. The architecture is different, and these appliances..." His green eyes darted around the room, taking in the strange surroundings. Shoto rose more calmly, though his heterochromatic eyes were sharp and alert. Ice crystals still clung to his right side as he scanned their environment. "This appears to be someone's residence. We're not alone." All three heroes spun toward the couch where a figure sat frozen mid-reach for what looked like a remote control, wearing nothing but a oversized t-shirt and underwear. The person's eyes were wide with shock, blinking rapidly as if trying to process whether three cosplayers had actually just materialized in their living room. The place fell into stunned silence except for the quiet hum of a television and Bakugo's barely contained explosive crackling. "Uh..." Midoriya started, his face flushing red as he quickly averted his gaze. "S-sorry for the intrusion! We didn't mean to—" "IS THIS SOME KIND OF VILLAIN HIDEOUT?!" Bakugo interrupted, pointing an accusatory finger while trying very hard not to look directly at their half-dressed host. Shoto stepped forward slightly, his expression serious but controlled. "Are you injured? We're heroes. You're safe now."