World: My Hero Academia
News anchors across Japan looked like they were reporting a natural disaster. The story had broken only hours ago, yet it was already all over screens:
"League of Villains Leader to Receive Formal Trial — Legal Loophole Exposes Hero Commission"
"The Defense Attorney From Another World: Who Is Adrian Voss?"
"Can Evil Be Justified? Heated Debate Erupts Across Japan"
Students at U.A. gathered in front of the monitors in disbelief. Deku clenched his fists as Aizawa read through the transcripts. The entire world had watched Adrian Voss systematically dismantle their assumptions in a single courtroom session.
"He's dangerous," Aizawa muttered under his breath.
"But he's not using a Quirk," Yaoyorozu said. "He's using our laws. And… he's not wrong about everything."
Deku turned to her. "You agree with defending Shigaraki?"
"I didn't say that." Her voice was firm. "I said he has a point."
Aizawa closed the file. "He's exploiting cracks we didn't even realize were there. Legal ones. Structural ones. This world was built on the idea that 'heroes know best.' And now someone's testing that idea — in court."
Undisclosed Location – Hero Commission Black Site
A woman in a dark suit stood before a large projection of Adrian's face. Her name was Kei Hanabusa — head legal counsel for the Hero Commission.
"We underestimated him," she said to the assembled agents. "This isn't just a rogue lawyer. This is a paradigm disruptor. He's not fighting with quirks or bombs. He's using our system against us — and the public is starting to listen."
A younger agent spoke. "Should we… silence him?"
Hanabusa's eyes sharpened. "No. He's filed his paperwork through protocols we wrote. If we shut him down now, it'll only confirm his accusations — suppression, corruption, and bias. No, we need to do this the hard way."
Another agent leaned forward. "Then what's the plan?"
"We discredit him. Break his credibility. Find skeletons. Or make them."
Location: Safehouse – Tokyo Slums
The door creaked open, and the League of Villains stepped inside one by one.
Dabi lit a cigarette and scoffed. "You're seriously telling me this guy — a lawyer — is getting Shigaraki a trial?"
"Not just that," Spinner said, eyes wide with hope. "He got us all classified as unlawful combatants, not terrorists. Which means we have rights. Rights to fair treatment. To be heard."
Toga twirled a knife in her hand and pouted. "Sounds boring."
"But useful," Compress added. "We've been hunted like animals. If this guy can buy us time… maybe even protection…"
They turned to a monitor as Adrian's face appeared. It was a pre-recorded message, delivered through a private encrypted channel.
"To the League of Villains," Adrian's voice began, calm and precise. "As of this moment, I have filed legal petitions to grant all of you provisional status under Article 44-B of the International Reconciliation Charter — effectively classifying your group as a politically motivated resistance rather than a terrorist cell."
"This does not absolve your crimes. But it does entitle you to hearings. Trials. And — under emergency wartime clauses — amnesty negotiations."
"In short: stop running. Start thinking. You're not hunted beasts anymore. You're clients. And as your lawyer… I suggest we talk strategy."
Silence followed.
Then — laughter.
"Holy shit," Dabi muttered. "We got a damn suit on our side."
Spinner grinned. "A smart one."
Location: U.A. High – Staff Room
Principal Nezu paced with a grim look.
"Is it true?" he asked. "He filed protective status for the League?"
"Yes," Aizawa said. "And under the UN's clauses from the Quirk Reformation Era, we technically have to honor it — unless we want a diplomatic incident."
Nezu's small paw trembled. "This could unravel everything. Hero society is built on the moral distinction between us and them."
A voice from the corner: "Maybe that distinction was never clean."
All Might stood leaning against the wall, arms folded. His face was gaunt, his voice soft.
"Have we… ever truly rehabilitated a villain?" he asked quietly.
No one answered.
"We lock them up. Suppress their Quirks. And throw away the key."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "And what would you suggest? Let them go?"
"No," All Might said. "But maybe… we need to listen to what this Adrian Voss is exposing. Not because we like Shigaraki. But because we can't let a system rot from the inside."
Day 3 — Legal Office Established: "Voss & Co." – Underground Bunker, Tokyo
Adrian's temporary law office was more like a command center. Assistants — locals sympathetic to his cause, disillusioned with hero society — filed paperwork, translated codes, and researched cases from across Japan's hero registry.
At the center, Adrian sat at a long table with documents scattered like a general's war maps.
He didn't sleep. Not much, anyway. He didn't need dreams. He had precedent.
A younger paralegal approached, holding a folder. "You need to see this."
Inside were files — dozens of them — of "rogue" incidents swept under the rug: Pro Heroes causing collateral damage, misidentifying Quirkless civilians, negligence. Some were quietly resolved with money. Others… were erased.
Adrian smiled grimly. "Patterns. Always patterns."
He turned to the board behind him. On it were names:
Endeavor – Abuse Allegations
Hawks – Covert Execution of Twice
Best Jeanist – Quirk Overreach on Civilians
Midnight – Death Under Mysterious Circumstances
He circled them one by one.
"Time to show the public their heroes bleed red like the rest of us."
Day 5 – Public Rally in Naruhata District
Hundreds gathered to hear him speak.
Not just villains. Not just disillusioned teens. Civilians. Survivors. People who lost homes in hero battles. Families labeled as "villain sympathizers" because of the quirks they carried.
Adrian stepped onto the makeshift podium.
"Tell me," he said, voice amplified by tech embedded in his coat. "What makes a hero?"
No one answered.
"Is it power? Then All For One was a hero. He liberated more people from oppression than most Pro Heroes ever saved."
Gasps.
"Is it violence for a noble cause? Then tell me — who defines noble?"
He raised a document.
"This is the U.A. Charter. It has no clause for wrongful hero action. No path for victim restitution. No obligation to try heroes in public court. You know what that's called, in legal terms?"
He paused. Let the silence boil.
"Impunity."
The crowd roared.
That Night — All For One's Hidden Cell
Darkness whispered across the metal.
And then, for the first time in years, the door slid open.
Adrian walked in.
All For One raised his head — intrigued. Curious.
"You're bold," the villain said. "Wandering into the devil's den."
"I don't fear devils," Adrian replied. "Only broken contracts."
The two stared at each other, titans of different kinds.
"Why are you here, lawyer?"
Adrian laid a document before him.
"Because I intend to defend your heir. And to do that… I need to understand the system you built."
All For One grinned beneath the mask. "You think law can change fate?"
"I think fate is a lazy excuse for the failures of policy," Adrian replied. "Now tell me — why did you make Shigaraki your heir? What did you see in him that society refused to?"
The villain leaned forward.
And he talked.