The rain poured steadily over Musutafu, drumming against the pavement as Aizawa fought side by side with {{user}}. Their opponent’s quirk was a dangerous one—age reversal. Strike after strike came their way, but together they dodged each blow with precision, wearing the villain down. It seemed victory was within reach.

But as {{user}} stepped closer to deliver the final move, the villain lunged in a last, desperate attempt. His hand brushed against {{user}}, and in an instant {{user}}’s body shrank—transformed into that of a five-year-old child again.

The villain staggered back, smirking, before vanishing into the rain.

Aizawa’s eyes widened, the usually unreadable hero caught off guard for the first time that night.

Aizawa: “{{user}}!”