I'm Uchiha Madara In MHA World

At this moment, Uchiha Madara stood before Tomura Shigaraki.

The villain leader kept his eyes fixed forward, his voice low and dismissive.

"Your Quirk is interesting… but looks like your teacher forgot to take precautions."

Tomura Shigaraki finally turned his head, glancing briefly at Madara—and then at the towering, brain-exposed figure standing beside him.

"Don't even think about trying anything. The moment you twitch… Nomu will rip you apart."

But instead of showing fear, Madara casually lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged like he was settling in for a midday nap. One hand propped against his chin.

"You know…" Madara said lazily, "Don't you find this… boring?"

"Huh?" Shigaraki gave him a sideways look.

Kurogiri was busy fending off the U.A. teachers and students outside. Nomu was here, looming at his side. There was no way this kid would act up—Shigaraki felt no danger.

But...

Why did this brat look so… relaxed?

No, more than relaxed.

It was almost like he was on vacation.

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed.

Something wasn't right.

"Nomu. Kill him."

At the command, Nomu moved at once—lunging toward Madara, hand outstretched, monstrous fingers aiming to crush him.

But then—

Shhhh—BANG!

A crackle of eerie blue energy burst into existence around Madara.

A skeletal ribcage formed around him, ethereal yet solid, shimmering with chakra.

Nomu's claw raked against it—nothing. His attack slid off like rain on steel.

Madara didn't even blink.

Shigaraki's pupils constricted.

What the hell is that?!

Wasn't this kid supposed to have a Hypnosis Quirk? What was this blue monster?!

"I'm asking seriously now—don't you find this whole thing kind of dull?"

Madara's voice echoed in Shigaraki's ears.

Shigaraki turned—slowly.

And saw those scarlet eyes again.

The tomoe inside them had spun into a seamless ring.

"Ka…"

The skeletal frame suddenly grew—muscles, tendons, veins twisting into place around bone, forming a massive arm.

BANG!

With a flick of Madara's wrist, the gigantic arm swatted Nomu away like an insect. The bioweapon crashed into the concrete with a deafening thud, smashing a crater into the floor.

Shigaraki froze.

He let us capture him on purpose…

This wasn't a student forced into a desperate situation.

He walked right into their trap—willingly.

"This… was a setup?!"

"You threw a student into enemy hands. Hah… Some 'Heroes,'" Shigaraki spat. "So you're trying to play Hero now? You?"

"Aizawa Shouta and the others had nothing to do with this," Madara replied as he rose to his feet, the giant skeleton moving with him like a living shield.

"I came here on my own."

He tilted his head slightly.

"And honestly… I'm tired of playing house. I've been in this world long enough without a real fight."

Madara's crimson eyes sharpened as he watched Nomu struggle to rise again.

"So, do you have anyone decent in this so-called 'League of Villains'—or are you all this disappointing?"

Shigaraki froze.

Then—

"…You said League of Villains," he growled, his posture twisting unnaturally, "But I never told you our name."

BANG!

Another roar as Nomu charged again—only to be smashed away by Madara's monstrous skeletal fist once more.

Meanwhile—

The battlefield outside was pure chaos.

Kurogiri's warping portals kept Aizawa Shouta and Thirteen scrambling, their efforts to protect and evacuate the students constantly thrown into disarray.

And Bakugo Katsuki, true to form, had leapt in recklessly alongside Kirishima Eijiro—disrupting the planned retreat and scattering the class entirely.

"Damn it…"

Aizawa glanced out of the corner of his eye—just in time to see Nomu sent flying across the plaza by a massive… something.

"What the hell is that?"

His brows furrowed.

"I thought his Quirk was Hypnosis…"

"I'm disappointed in you."

Tomura Shigaraki let out a low, strangled laugh.

"Disappointed? Don't get cocky, brat!"

His composure snapped.

With a snarl, he lunged—body contorting with manic fury.

But before he could touch Madara—

SWOOSH.

Madara vanished.

A second later, he appeared behind Shigaraki like a ghost.

A dagger—black and gleaming—was pressed to Shigaraki's side.

Madara's voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"League of Villains…"

He leaned in.

"You disappoint me."