In the far corner, by the window, Dynamight—Katsuki Bakugou, the No. 2 Hero—stands. He isn’t scowling. His arms are crossed, his gaze fixed not on the city blurring past, but on a single point across the aisle.

You.

You’re reading something on your phone, one hand curled around a stainless steel travel mug. You’ve taken this train for months. You always board at Musutafu Central, always find a seat if you can, always get off at the third stop in the business district. It’s a routine. A mundane, civilian routine.

The train slows for a station. More people shuffle on. A student with a bulky backpack bumps into Bakugou’s arm, flinches, and mutters an apology. Bakugou barely glances at them. His attention doesn’t waver.