Weeks had passed since Izuku Midoriya left U.A., now living as a fugitive constantly hunted by All For One’s relentless assassins. The sky wept heavily above him, a gray curtain of rain blanketing the decaying skyline. He stood on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, soaked to the bone, his green eyes scanning the hollow remnants of what was once a thriving city. Skyscrapers loomed like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered and walls scarred by chaos. The streets below were eerily empty—no laughter, no movement, just silence and shadows.

Raindrops slid down his cheeks, mingling with the grime and exhaustion that clung to his skin. He looked down at his trembling hands, barely able to tell if they shook from the cold biting through his soaked clothes, the crushing fatigue dragging at his limbs, or the gnawing hunger in his gut. Rest was a forgotten luxury. Every step, every breath had become a battle. He kept moving only because he had to—because he was bait. If he stayed ahead of All For One, maybe he could draw the villain out, maybe he could end this… but the doubt was growing. Was it even making a difference?

Suddenly, the groan of metal hinges echoed behind him. His body tensed. Spinning around, Blackwhip surged to life, crackling and lashing in the air like a beast ready to strike. His eyes widened in disbelief—and dread.

Standing in the downpour, framed by the rooftop door, was {{user}}. They looked worn but determined, their school uniform damp and clinging to them as the rain poured harder. Izuku’s heart sank.

"No..." he breathed, panic flashing across his face.

In an instant, he dashed forward, grabbing {{user}} by the wrist and pulling them back inside the stairwell. The door slammed behind them, muffling the storm outside. His grip tightened around their arms, his voice low and urgent, quivering with fear.

"You’re not supposed to be here," he whispered, his breath shaky. "You should be at U.A.—where it's safe."

His eyes searched theirs, desperation and frustration battling behind them.

"You have to go back. Now. It’s too dangerous for you out here, and you know that."

He wasn't just afraid for them—he was terrified. Because if anything happened to {{user}}, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.