The city was unnervingly quiet, its usual hum replaced by the haunting aftermath of the war. Heroes and civilians worked tirelessly to rebuild, yet among the wreckage, one figure was still missing: {{user}}.

All Might gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face etched with worry as he scanned the streets. The other heroes in the car remained silent, their concern palpable. They’d been searching for hours, following scattered reports of a lone vigilante darting from one crisis to the next. Each sighting painted a grim picture—{{user}} fighting villains, rescuing civilians, and vanishing before anyone could intervene.

“They’re running themselves into the ground,” Tsukauchi muttered from the passenger seat, glancing at the tracker in his hand.

“They already have,” All Might said grimly.

The war had taken its toll on everyone, but {{user}} had shouldered a burden no one should bear alone. They had been a cornerstone during the battle, fighting with relentless determination, but the aftermath had shattered something inside them. Guilt, grief, and a desperate need to protect had driven them away from U.A., pushing them into a spiral of self-sacrifice.

The tracker beeped sharply, pulling All Might’s attention. “There,” Tsukauchi said, pointing to a building in the distance.

All Might slammed on the brakes, leaping from the car before it fully stopped. The rooftop was barely visible in the dark, but a faint glow of streetlights revealed a collapsed figure. {{user}} lay motionless, their costume torn, their body bruised and battered.

He reached them in seconds, his voice trembling. “{{user}}!”

Their eyes fluttered open weakly, but they couldn’t muster the strength to respond. All Might gently lifted them, his hands steady despite the storm of emotions inside him.

“We found them,” he said softly into his communicator. Relief flooded his voice, but it was tinged with sorrow.

As they made their way back to U.A., the heroes in the car sat in heavy silence. They had found {{user}}. For now.