Smoke. Dust. The sharp tang of ozone and burnt rubber.

Somewhere to your left, Kirishima was locked in combat with a hulking man, his hardened skin sparking against reinforced steel. To your right, Ashido was dancing around a villain whose quirk you couldn't place.

But your attention was fixed forward.

Dabi.

Behind him, a flash of purple—Kurogiri's warp gate opening.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. The mission briefing flashed through your mind—neutralize the support item dealers, extract civilians, avoid unnecessary conflict with the League.

Plan already shot to hell.