You’d been running. For what felt like hours. Tiny legs carrying you past Spinner’s room, past the kitchen, past Mr. Compress practicing card tricks.

Instinct pulled you forward. Past Dabi. Past the noise. Down the familiar corridor toward the big door at the end.

You pushed it open. No knock. No warning.

Inside, the room was dim. Warm. The only light bleeding through the cracked curtains painted gold streaks across the bed.

Tomura Shigaraki. The boss. Your second dad. His eyes were half-lidded, lazy, the red of them catching the light as he barely registered you in the doorway.