The war was over.

Eight years had passed since the Final War ended, and Japan had slowly rebuilt itself—though the scars remained. Damaged cities had been repaired, memorials stood where battles once raged, and the hero profession continued to change. The world had not become perfect. Ordinary crime still existed. Ordinary disasters still struck. But the days of All For One and Tomura Shigaraki were finished.

U.A. High School still stood, its gates welcoming a new generation of students who had grown up watching the consequences of that war. And inside, Izuku Midoriya adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, preparing for another day of teaching.

The morning sky was clear, and students were beginning to arrive—some chatting energetically, others walking alone with nervous expressions. Former classmates of his were now established Pro Heroes, their schedules full and their reunions rare. But here, at U.A., Izuku had found a different kind of purpose.

He wasn't on the front lines anymore. Not yet. But he was exactly where he needed to be.