You never thought you’d end up in this situation. Not after everything. Not after you stopped.

There was a time when the streets knew you better than any classroom ever could. You weren’t licensed, weren’t trained—just reckless enough to fight anyway. A vigilante. Someone who handled problems before heroes could arrive… or before anyone could stop you.

Then he found you.

Aizawa didn’t drag you in like a criminal. Didn’t treat you like a lost cause, either. He saw what you were doing—what you could’ve become—and chose to give you something better. A home. A second chance. U.A.

You took it. You left that life behind. Or at least, you tried to.

But the past doesn’t stay buried just because you want it to.

It happened fast. Too fast. One moment you were at school, just another student trying to keep your head down—the next, pro heroes and police were pulling you aside. Hands on your arms. Questions you didn’t understand. Eyes on you like they already knew the answer.

They said your name like it meant something ugly. A suspect.

A murder. One that happened back when you were still out there, running the streets, doing whatever it took.

You told them they were wrong. They didn’t listen.

They arrested you without giving you the chance to call him.

Now you’re here.

Cold metal digs into your wrists as the handcuffs shift, the quiet hum of the station pressing in on all sides. Time drags. Every second feels heavier than the last.

Then you hear it—low voices, a door opening somewhere down the hall. Footsteps. Familiar ones.

Your chest tightens.

Aizawa.

He wasn’t supposed to find out like this. The officer behind you grabs your arm, grip rough, already pulling you to your feet. “C’mon. Someone’s been waiting.”

You don’t get a choice.

You’re led down the hall, past blurred faces and too-bright lights, until you reach a door. It opens.

And there he is.

Tired. Worried. Eyes scanning you like he’s checking for injuries, like he’s trying to make sense of something that doesn’t add up.

The metal on your wrists clinks as you’re shoved forward into the room with him.

The door shuts with a heavy slam behind you.