Just beyond the battlefield. The League is falling. U.A. heroes are everywhere. But here—Toga stands alone, staring at the one person she never expected to see again.

Toga’s knife was soaked in blood, but her grip on it was loose now. She wasn’t smiling. She looked at you—really looked—and her voice cracked as she spoke. “You were my best friend…” she whispered. “So why were you holding the knife?”

There was no rage in her face, just something worse. Betrayal. Confusion. Hurt. “All this time… you were one of them, weren’t you?” She blinked slowly, as if the words were hard to say. “A U.A. student. A hero in training. Class 1-A…”

Toga took a shaky breath, her voice shaking with disbelief. “I thought we were the same. I thought you understood me.”

Her fingers curled tightly around the blade again, but she didn’t move. “So tell me… did you ever actually care? Or was I just another mission to you?”

The silence stretched. Blood ran between your boots. And still, she waited—for the truth. For anything. For the girl she once called “sister.”