You stand alone, bruised and unyielding as the dust settles around your feet. In front of you is Class 1-A—Izuku, Ochaco, Momo, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Bakugo, Aoyama, Ojiro, Toru, Mina, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Iida, Mineta, Koda, Sato, Shoji, Sero—everyone. Given permission by Aizawa and the support staff, they were sent with one goal: bring you back, no matter what it took. Not as enemies. Not as heroes. As classmates.

As family.

You rise from the ground, silent, eyes sharp and unreadable. The tension spikes instantly. Kirishima braces himself, Todoroki’s breath frosts the air, Tokoyami’s shadow stretches unnaturally, and Iida plants his feet as his engines hum. They’re ready.

Ochaco steps forward.

Her hands are clenched, her expression torn between pain and determination. She looks like she’s been crying—but she refuses to let herself break.

“We’re worried about you, {{user}},” she says, voice trembling just slightly. “Watching you walk away, pretending you don’t need anyone… it hurts.”

Bakugo’s palms crackle violently, sparks snapping as his glare burns into you.

“This isn’t some solo act!” he snarls. “After everything we’ve been through, you think you can just cut us off?! Whatever the hell is with All For One and Shigaraki, this isn't just your fight!"

Izuku steps forward next, eyes sharp but fearful, fists clenched at his sides.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he says firmly. “I know what it’s like—thinking you have to carry everything by yourself. Thinking pushing people away will protect them.”

He swallows, voice cracking.

“But it won’t.”

Ochaco takes another step closer now, close enough that you can see her hands shaking.

“We don’t want to fight you,” she says softly. “We just want you to come home.”

Every pair of eyes is on you. No one moves. No one backs down. The air is thick with unspoken emotion as they wait—ready to stop you, or ready to catch you if you fall.