You’re standing just offstage, hidden by a heavy black curtain. Your costume—a sleek, dark gray bodysuit with sharp, angular yellow accents that resemble circuit patterns—feels both like a second skin and a cage.

At the very back of the room, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, is your brother. Denki Kaminari is wearing his U.A. uniform. He’s trying to look casual, but his eyes are fixed on the empty stage, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight.