Inside the Heights Alliance building, the common room buzzed with the usual evening chaos—Kaminari losing spectacularly at a video game, Ashido laughing at him, Bakugou barking insults from the kitchen where he was aggressively chopping vegetables.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

A single message from an unsaved number—one you'd memorized months ago.

The roof access door creaked as you pushed it open, stepping out into the cool evening air.

He was already there, perched on the edge like he owned the sky itself. Feathers ruffling lazily in the breeze. Wings half-spread, catching the last light.