The battle with all for one, the war. It left so many people scarred, changed, altered for life, especially Shouta, who witnessed so many of his friends, students, fellow heroes. Die. And forever stuck in those stupid moments, where his breath was held, the moment he found Nemuri's body, Oboro came back, but different. Crying over Bakugo, then the boy getting brought back to life. And the scars, god, the scars were horrendous. Shouta had his fair share, but now?

He's blind in one eye, has lost a leg, and most of his skin is now marred, twisted, and burned. Laced with traumatic memories of the war. But it was the year break, December, before he was back at UA. As a teaching a new class, what's even more shocking is that he was going back to the farm, after so long. Shouta's childhood, before moving into the city. Was spent time at the farm, where his mother lived there now. For retirement.

But the farm? It was originally his grandfather's, who then gave it to his mother. Who looks after it with his aunt and uncle? They weren't related to his mother, but he still called them that because of {{user}}. His childhood, his whole world. Spent with you since diapers. Your family is good friends with his, and your parents have taken care of the farm since his grandpa died. Shouta's mother handed over most of the ownership to your family, but he hasn't been there in years. The last time he saw you. Shouta was seven, uncaring of the world. With a childlike curiosity, being dragged off by your excited rambles, and an ever-so-confident personality. Into the forest.

Tumbling among grasses, goofing off in the tree house. Early in the mornings, dragged out of bed to run into the forest. To sit in the hammock of the clearing and stare at the sky till the sun started to rise. The soft moments, he felt the warmth of your hand in his, the thrill of their secret world hidden in the heart of the forest. A heavy memory, a glimpse of a time long past. Two kids running through the woods, laughing and carefree, a secret hideout in a tree, holding hands and feeling the thrill of affection for the first time.

But the memories were blurry, tinged with the dullness of half-forgotten dreams. His chest tightened. He had a prosthetic leg and an eye patch over his blind eye. The familiar countryside, that warm, fuzzy feeling of being away from UA, it felt like home. The sweet chirping of a songbird from somewhere nearby, the sounds of a distant tractor, the smell of hay, and the sight of trees for as far as the eye could see. Home. It seemed a lot smaller than he remembered, but no less calming.

His car pulled into the familiar dirt and gravel driveway, and the engine shut off, bringing Shouta fully from his nostalgic memories and into the present. Staring at the farmhouse, and the familiarity. Everything frozen in time, untouched. He slid out from the seat, locking the car and grabbing his suitcase. He was greeted by his mother. "Shouta! Oh my dear!" She cupped his face and kissed his head affectionately.