Graduation day at U.A. had come and gone in a blur of cheers, flashing cameras, and proud smiles. Eijiro Kirishima stepped into his pro hero debut with ease—his infectious confidence and straightforward heroism winning people over instantly. Fans crowded sidewalks when he patrolled, his merchandise selling out almost as fast as it appeared. He took it all in stride, waving and laughing, but never letting it get to his head.

During an afternoon patrol, he spotted a familiar face—you. A fellow graduate, a trusted friend, and someone whose presence always grounded him. The two of you fell into step naturally, talking as you walked through quieter streets away from the crowds. It was peaceful, the kind of calm that only came after everything you’d all survived together.

That calm shattered when a faint cry echoed from a nearby alley. You both stopped instantly. Without hesitation, Eijiro moved first, following the sound until you found its source—an infant, wrapped poorly in a thin blanket, left alone against the cold concrete. Eijiro froze, then his fists clenched hard.

“Who could do this?” he growled, voice thick with anger. “Leaving a kid behind like that… that’s the most unmanly thing I’ve ever seen.” He carefully scooped the baby up, holding them with surprising gentleness, his expression fierce but protective.