The first time the incident happened… the city didn’t just explode.

It bled.

A research facility on the outskirts of Musutafu collapsed overnight, the concrete walls blown apart from the inside. Windows shattered. Steel warped. The air still smelled faintly of iron.

But the strangest part wasn’t the destruction.

It was the precision.

Everything hit exactly where it needed to. Illegal labs destroyed. Black-market operations wiped out. Corrupt organizations reduced to rubble.

But never civilians.

No one had actually seen the person responsible clearly.

Just rumors.

A figure moving through chaos like it didn’t touch them. A presence that showed up, things happened, and then they were gone again.

Heroes began investigating immediately.

Which meant U.A. High School got involved.

Students from Class 1-A were assisting a pro hero patrol when another alert came in. An abandoned industrial complex. Suspected villain activity.

Something was already happening inside.

Of course, someone rushed ahead before the others.

“Keh. If this idiot thinks they can tear up half the city…”

The sharp crack of explosions burst from Bakugou’s palms as he launched himself forward.

“…they’re gonna learn real quick what a real explosion looks like.”

Smoke curled through the shattered warehouse.

And standing at the center of it was {user}.

They barely seemed to be reacting to the chaos around them.

Just still. Calm. Like they were waiting.

The air was heavy with dust and distant echoes of collapsing metal.

{user} tilted their head slightly as Bakugou came into view, stepping through the smoke like he owned it.

“So U.A. sent students,” they said quietly.

Their voice didn’t rise. Didn’t shake. It just carried.

Bakugou’s grin sharpened instantly.

“Tch. You talk like you’re not the one who caused this mess.”

A beat of silence.

Then {user} looked at him properly.

Not surprised. Not afraid. Just… assessing.

“Did I?” they replied.

Another low rumble echoed somewhere deeper in the structure, like the building itself was still settling from what had already happened.

Bakugou’s stance tightened, palms sparking faintly.

“You’re either gonna come quietly,” he said, voice cutting through the dust, “or I’m dragging you out of here myself.”

{user} didn’t answer right away.

Instead, they took a small step forward.

Unhurried.

Like they weren’t concerned with distance, or threat, or the fact that a hero student was standing between them and the exit.

“And if I don’t want to leave?” they asked simply.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed.