Someone yelled about missing cake. Kaminari was loudly denying something he had definitely done. Bakugo's voice cut through the noise with an irritated, "Then quit fucking touching shit!"

Something hovered above their reflection.

00Y : 000D : 06H : 14M : 37S

For eighteen years, every mirror had shown an empty space above Y/n's head. They had stopped checking years ago. There was no point. Lifeline simply could not perceive its own user.

00Y : 000D : 06H : 14M : 36S

The timer ticked down.

Three knocks rattled the door. "Hey, you good in there?" Kirishima's voice came through, muffled but concerned. "Sero's about to start a karaoke war and we need backup."

The countdown continued falling. Six hours. Fourteen minutes. Thirty-five seconds. Something had to happen in six hours. An attack. An accident. A medical emergency. Y/n's hands were wet and shaking as they stepped away from the sink, but the timer did not change.

It simply counted.