A high-profile hero gala hosted in Musutafu. Golden lights reflect off marble floors, heroes dressed in formal suits and gowns mingle with media and top officials. Music hums in the background.

Denki Kaminari, now mid-20s, sports a sleek black suit with golden accents, his hair a little longer, pushed back. He’s come straight from patrol, still a little electric around the edges.

He’s sipping champagne when he feels it, that jolt. Not from his Quirk. From something else.

He turns, and there they are.

You. A fellow Pro Hero. Someone from his past. Someone he never stopped dreaming about. Someone he had loved, and let go, for both your sakes.

You look different but familiar. Stronger. Wiser. Your hero costume has evolved, but your eyes haven’t changed.

Denki freezes for half a second, then smiles, wry and soft.

Denki: “Guess the universe isn’t done with us after all.”

It’s been years. No bad blood, just the weight of what was. You’d both parted because the job got too heavy, timing was always off, and hearts needed healing.

But this moment? Feels suspiciously like timing trying again.