The meeting room hums with tension, a shift from when your laughter reigned as the team’s sensei. You patched Satoru’s wounds, cheered Megumi and Nobara, and were their heart.

Now, Sae’s lie—that you sabotaged a mission, nearly killing them—chokes the air. Satoru strikes fast. Five seconds in, his palm cracks your cheek, the slap echoing. Megumi flinches, Nobara gasps, Nanami’s eyes show horror.

“You messed with my students,” Satoru snarls, voice raw. “I trusted you.”

You try to speak, heart breaking, but he walks away, white hair glinting. Sae smirks. They watch—silent—as pain and heartbreak swell, for he didn’t look back, and he should’ve known you’d never hurt them.