Smoke curled through the shattered skylights, orange and thick, blotting out the late afternoon sun. The villain was cornered—a wiry thing in a tattered coat, shaking with desperation instead of fear.

The villain threw it directly at you.

Your knees buckled. The warehouse tilted sideways. Then the world went dark, and the last thing you felt before the silence swallowed everything was Izuku shouting your name from somewhere impossibly far away.

When you opened your eyes, the ceiling was flooded with green and red light.

Two faces hovered over you—one framed by messy forest-green curls, one split by a sharp, warm grin.

Something clicked.