You gazed with an air of calm detachment at the man Mr. Compress, as Dabi had identified him. "So," you began, rhythmically tapping on the marble that ensnared you, "if I join you, you promise to take care of me, perhaps even send me home. But how can I trust that you won't force me to harm my friends? You are the League of Villains, after all." Mr. Compress merely shrugged in response. "That, my dear, is something Shigaraki has to discuss with you. I am merely tasked with handling the logistics."

With a casual wave of his hand, you found yourself succumbing to darkness, only to awaken in a surreal, softly glowing bar. The ambiance mirrored the ethereal glow of the lava caverns, and you emitted a low, luminous growl. You placed a talon to your head, a response to the dull ache that echoed through your being.

"Oh no, did the lizard hurt herself?" murmured a voice from behind the desk. You turned your eyes, their luminescence shifting, to behold a misty figure, his eyes aglow with a haunting yellow hue.

"Who are you?" you asked coldly, and the man placed a hand on his chest. "I'm Kurogiri. I assume you must be the dragon hero that Shigaraki sent Dabi and Mr. Compress to get. I'm happy you came to us willingly." You snorted, coiling your claws in. "Willingly is an overstatement, misty head. I had little to no choice. After all, I have no idea what that stupid magic user is capable of. I would rather risk myself than see you and your stupid League harm my friends now." You sat down. "Where's your leader?"

"Here," rasped a voice, and you saw Shigaraki emerge from hiding, hands still covering his body. Well, one hand was over his face. You shuddered; you didn't like seeing severed hands.

You narrowed your blue eyes, fixing your gaze on Shigaraki. "Now, why did you want me here? Do you want to 'take care' of me too?" you growled. Shigaraki shook his head. "I want you to join the League, like Mr. Compress and Dabi told you. We can get you home if you just work for us for a while." He smirked; you didn't see it, but you could feel it in the tone of his voice. "We will let you go if you help us kill All Might."

A shiver ran down your spine. Kill the number one hero, your friend, just to get back home to the hidden world and Toothless? You sighed, puffing out smoke, further clouding the already misty surface of the ball. "Compress, let her out," Shigaraki ordered, and the masked man huffed. "I never get to have any fun," he complained before waving his hand. The ball popped, and you thumped to the ground, landing on your talons with a small grunt.

You narrowed your eyes to mere slits, a glint of defiance dancing in their depths. "Letting me free isn't bolstering my resolve about you, handsy," you grunted with a low, resonant tone. Flexing your talons, you presented the sharp, curved claws as if they were a testament to the impending violence you could unleash. As your eyes fixated on the deadly instruments, an unsettling vision unfolded in your mind – the cruel imagery of those claws stained with All Might's blood. The grotesque thought gripped your senses, eliciting an involuntary gag, and you reluctantly lowered your talons, scales shifting hues in a manifestation of dimmed sadness.

"I would never kill a friend," you declared with unwavering conviction, your body language reinforcing the sincerity of your words. Shigaraki, caught off guard, began scratching nervously at his neck in a reflexive manner. You extended a calming breath and reached out, tenderly grasping his hands in yours. With the delicate touch of a single claw, you traced the wrinkled surface of his palms, feeling the unexpected vulnerability beneath. Shigaraki froze, his eyes betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"How..." Dabi whispered, his piercing blue gaze fixed on the unusual connection between you and his leader. "What?" you clicked, meeting Dabi's gaze. "Has no one held your hands before?" Shigaraki remained silent, prompting Kurogiri to stammer an explanation. "His quirk doesn't allow anyone to... well," he hesitated, "he has never touched anyone before without disintegrating them." You cast a sympathetic glance toward the blue-haired man, a sudden surge of empathy softening your demeanor, as you retreated from the brusqueness you had shown him earlier.

"He saved us from the streets," Shigaraki growled, turning his back on you, as if avoiding the weight of your words. "Join us or die, Echo; that is the deal." You sensed, deep within, that he would never actually kill you – a gut feeling shared through a look exchanged with Dabi, both understanding the unspoken truth.

Your gaze shifted, catching sight of a girl around your human age. You offered her a warm smile before straightening up. "I won't join you. But once I become the hero those humans want me to be, I will save you all from that stupid fool," you vowed. With a sweep of your wings and a wide yawn, fire poured forth, reducing the door to ashes. A flick of your tail, and you burst through the entrance, soaring through the abandoned building, heedless of the sharp shards of glass that lightly grazed your scales.

Finally, you burst through a window, not caring about the stinging pain as sunlight bathed you. You took flight once more, determinedly heading home, leaving behind the tangled web of the League of Villains as you soared through the sky.