The door hissed open on pneumatic hinges. A man in a white coat stepped through, a tray in his hands. Doctor Garaki. Small, bespectacled, with a smile that never reached his eyes.

Garaki didn't leave. He checked his watch, then turned back to the open doorway.

First, a man with striking red wings, golden eyes sharp and assessing. Hawks. Then, a massive figure, flame beard flickering quietly. Endeavor, his gaze a physical weight. A man with long black hair and a capture weapon, eyes tired but acutely watchful. Eraserhead.

Behind them, a cluster of teenagers. A green-haired boy whose eyes were wide, darting over every surface of the cell. Izuku. A blond with spiky hair and a permanent scowl, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Bakugo. A boy with electric-blond hair looking nervously at the collar. Denki. And lastly, a tall boy with indigo hair and heavy-lidded eyes, his expression one of profound boredom. Shinso.