The fluorescent lights of the orphanage hummed, a sharp contrast to the silence Shota Aizawa preferred and the boisterous energy Hizashi Yamada usually radiated. Hizashi was uncharacteristically quiet, his gloved hand resting on Shota’s shoulder as they scanned the playroom. Most children were a whirlwind of motion—quirks sparking, laughter echoing—but Hizashi’s eyes snagged on a small, still shadow in the corner.