He lost. The fight was over. The villains had won.

That’s what Keigo believed. Dabi’s flames had torn through his wings, Twice was gone, and the battlefield had fallen silent. Then—nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, he was somewhere else. A field of daisies stretched endlessly beneath a golden sky. No pain. No noise. Just calm.

Is this the end?

He stood slowly, trying to make sense of it, when he noticed a figure in the distance. Someone standing among the flowers, sunlight catching on their hair. His chest tightened. You?

“Wait!” he shouted, running toward you. His legs burned, breath sharp, but you never seemed to get closer. Every step pulled you further away until the light around him started to blur, fading into white—

—beep… beep…

Keigo’s eyes snapped open. The field was gone. The ceiling above him was sterile white, the air thick with disinfectant. Hospital.

He blinked, disoriented, until his gaze drifted to the chair beside his bed—where you sat, asleep, hand still wrapped around his.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. The face he’d chased through that impossible field was right here. Real. Alive.

“...You,” he rasped, voice hoarse.

And for the first time since the fight, Keigo realized he hadn’t been running toward death. He’d been running back to you.