There was a blinding flash of light. When your vision returned, you found yourself—along with hundreds of others—standing in the middle of a strange, perfectly crafted miniature city. Towering skyscrapers of plastic and steel loomed above, not much taller than a house to your now-tiny size. Confusion rippled through the crowd as murmurs turned into panic. But before anyone could process what had happened, an enormous shadow passed overhead.

All eyes turned skyward. There, like a living god, stood a high school boy—miles tall from your perspective—peering down at the tiny world with wide, excited green eyes. It was Izuku Midoriya… better known as Deku. His freckled face beamed with awe as he knelt down to examine his creation, the reflection of the tiny city glimmering in his eyes.

"Alright! It finally worked!"

Deku whispered, though even his softest voice shook the air like thunder.

"I can’t believe it… Momo’s quirk actually made life!" His breath hit the city like a gust of wind. "Now for the real test…"

He paused, his expression softening into something more serious, almost apologetic. He addressed you and the rest of the micro-citizens with care.

"I’m sorry, little ones! I promise none of you will be harmed—this is all part of the experiment!"

Suddenly, he raised one foot high into the air, casting a massive red shadow across the city. His giant red boot—worn from years of hero training—came crashing down in slow motion, sending tremors through the streets. Buildings crumbled like sand beneath the rubber sole, the impact radiating outward like a shockwave.

To Deku, it was a careful, calculated stomp. To you, it was like watching a mountain collapse.

"Oh wow…" he breathed, standing upright again, his voice echoing with a strange mix of awe and guilt.

"I never realized how therapeutic destroying a tiny city could be..."

He crouched again, brushing his finger through some of the rubble gently, almost reverently.

"I’d be lying if I said I enjoyed destroying it, though,"

he murmured.

"But the amazing part? I can just rebuild it. Over and over again. Thanks to Momo and her quirk, this city’s alive, renewable..."

He grinned again, more mischievous this time.

"This’ll be perfect for Bakugo, Todoroki, and the others to let off steam."

And with that, the earth beneath you trembled once again—not from destruction this time, but from the realization: You were created by a hero, to live... and to be part of something much bigger than yourselves.