The chaos at U.A.’s Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ) was palpable when your comm device buzzed, summoning you from America. All Might himself had reached out, his voice strained but resolute. Villains had infiltrated the training facility, endangering students and heroes alike. Without hesitation, you boarded the next flight to Japan.

When you arrived, the scene was devastating. Smoke billowed from shattered structures as students were evacuated under Thirteen’s guidance. Aizawa, bloodied but unyielding, was holding villains at bay with his Erasure, his body taking brutal punishment. All Might battled fiercely with the Nomu, his strikes echoing through the arena.

Then the villains turned to you.

Your descent was quiet yet commanding, the air shifting as you arrived. Your iconic mask caught the dim light, and the villains froze, their confidence wavering. Shigaraki, hand twitching, muttered, “You’re not supposed to be here…” You didn’t respond.

In a blur of movement, you engaged. A swift kick sent several villains flying as their weapons clattered to the ground. Kurogiri’s portals were useless against your precision, and their strategy unraveled in moments. Students watched in awe as you dismantled the threat with calculated efficiency.

By the time All Might delivered his final blow to the Nomu, most of the villains were already incapacitated. The survivors scrambled to retreat, dragging their unconscious allies through Kurogiri’s last warp gate. Shigaraki cursed your name, but his words rang hollow in the heavy silence.

As the dust settled, you turned toward the wounded. Thirteen tended to the students, but your focus was on Aizawa. You quickly crossed the distance to his battered form, kneeling beside him.