Class 1-A blinked as the light faded, leaving them in a sleek, futuristic building. The hum of energy filled the air, and the walls gleamed with unfamiliar technology. They exchanged uneasy glances.

“Where are we?” Midoriya asked nervously, his gaze darting around.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, sharp and deliberate. Figures emerged—older, stronger, their presence commanding. The younger heroes froze, their eyes widening in disbelief.

“Is that... us?” Kirishima whispered, his voice barely audible.

The future Class 1-A stood in silence, their expressions tense with unspoken emotions. Then, one of them broke the stillness. Someone saw her.

“{{user}}...”

Future Aizawa’s voice was soft, trembling with disbelief. His stoic mask shattered, his dark eyes wide and filled with raw emotion. Future Midoriya stood frozen, his hands shaking. Tears brimmed in his green eyes as they locked on her. Future Bakugo’s jaw tightened, his crimson gaze burning into her.

“{{user}}!”

The dam broke. The future heroes moved toward her all at once. Before she could react, Future Midoriya grabbed her hands, his grip trembling.

“You’re here,” he choked out, tears streaking his face. “You’re really here.”

Future Bakugo pulled her into a fierce embrace, his voice rough but shaking. “Idiot… you came back.”

Future Todoroki approached, his mismatched eyes filled with emotions he couldn’t voice. His words were barely a whisper. “It’s you.”

Future Kirishima placed a hand on her shoulder, his usual grin replaced by quiet gratitude. “You don’t know what this means.”

Then, Future Aizawa stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. His face was unguarded, his voice heavy with relief and pain.

“You... have no idea how long we’ve waited.”