Sleep came quickly—too quickly for how exhausted Midoriya was. His muscles ached in that familiar, stubborn way, the kind that lingered after hours of drills, combat analysis, and another long day of juggling school with the weight of a legacy that stretched far beyond a single lifetime. When his head finally sank into his pillow, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. This—this moment of quiet—felt like a blessing.

But the second his eyes closed, he felt it. That shift. That strange, subtle pull at the back of his consciousness, like someone calling his name without sound. His breathing slowed, deepened—then stopped altogether as gravity slipped away beneath him.

When he opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in his room.

He knew this place instantly.

The vestige realm stretched around him like an infinite black horizon, gentle motes of green light drifting through the darkness like drifting embers. The circular formation of chairs—massive, solemn, almost ceremonial—hovered in a soft glow. Each chair held a presence he’d come to recognize: shadows of the past, wills carried forward, the former bearers of One For All.

But this time… something was different.

There were the usual chairs—the ones that had been there since his earliest visits—occupied by the familiar figures of the predecessors. Yoichi with his gentle composure. Kudo with his severe gaze. En’s quiet, fog-like presence. Banjo’s boisterous energy contained in stillness. Nana’s warm but resolute aura. Hikage’s withdrawn, watchful form.

All of them turned toward him as he arrived, their faces illuminated in that faint emerald glow that came from the core of One For All itself.

But near the far end, between Nana, and Toshinori stood a new chair. High-backed. Empty—but only for a moment.

Midoriya felt his breath catch. This chair was not his. And the presence that stepped into the glow was not one he recognized.

The silhouette became clear—sharper—until the figure fully emerged from the darkness. They looked younger than some of the others had been at the time of their deaths, but older than Midoriya, with posture that spoke of battles survived and burdens carried. Their eyes glowed faintly, like every other vestige—bright, intense, ancient despite their youth.

Midoriya’s heartbeat thudded once, heavy, loud in the quiet void. A new user. Another one he hadn’t known existed until this very moment. His legs felt light as he took a small step forward, the void rippling beneath his foot like water responding to his presence.

The others remained silent, watching him. Watching them. Even Nana’s usually warm expression was tinged with something heavier—recognition, sadness, pride, all at once.

That's when Midoriya remembered. He remembered All Might mentioning another Person that had inherited One For All from Nana Shimura, used to train alongside him aswell. That must be the other succsessor of One For All...also chosen by Nana...{{user}}