{{user}} had always admired Keigo. To them, he was the epitome of what it meant to be a hero—the No. 2 hero, confident and quick-witted, a figure who always seemed to be in control of every situation.

Getting accepted as his intern had felt like stepping into a dream, like they were finally on the path to becoming someone who could really make a difference.

But now… that dream was splintering.

They walked down the hallway toward Keigo’s office, clutching a stack of reports to their chest. Today, something in the air felt heavier, sharper, as if the entire building were holding its breath.

{{user}} rounded the corner—and froze.

Keigo was there, but he wasn’t alone. Just a few feet away, standing far too casually in the middle of the dimly lit hallway, was Dabi. The League of Villains’ infamous arsonist. Their mere presence should’ve meant chaos. A fight. An alarm. Something.

But that wasn’t what {{user}} saw.

They weren’t fighting. They weren’t tense. They were talking. Low, quiet. Familiar. Keigo stood with his hands in his pockets, his wings tucked loosely against his back, his golden eyes unreadable in the faint light. Dabi leaned in slightly, smirking like he belonged there, like this was something they’d done before.

The reports in {{user}}’s hands crumpled slightly as their grip tightened, a cold, creeping panic twisting through their gut. Their pulse pounded in their ears, and for a split second, they thought about turning around, pretending they hadn’t seen anything. But before they could move, Dabi’s sharp blue gaze flicked past Keigo’s shoulder—straight at them.