After the war, you, Keigo, and Touya slowly rebuilt what was once lost. You had become a hero overseas, but after years of silence, you returned to Japan. The three of you hadn’t hung out like this in ages, but here you were, sitting in the hospital courtyard together, just like old times.

Touya, now Dabi, bore the scars of his fiery past, but somehow survived the flames. Keigo, stripped of his wings by AFO, was quieter, more grounded—but still the same sharp, hopeful person. It felt natural to be with them again, laughing, teasing, and reminiscing.

“I swear, you two are worse than kids,” Touya grumbled as Keigo made a joke about his rehab diet.

Keigo grinned. “Says the guy who lived off painkillers and hot sauce.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the past lift for the first time. “I’ve missed this,” you said quietly.

Touya glanced at you, his voice gruff but sincere. “We’ve all got scars, but we’re getting better.”

Keigo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, we are.”

In that moment, despite the pain of the past, you were just three friends—healing, growing, and finding peace in each other’s company.