Fifteen years after graduating from middle school, Izuku Midoriya—now known as Deku—had carved out a life as a dedicated, quirkless teacher, passionate about instilling knowledge and a love for heroes in the next generation. His journey had taken him abroad, where he was assigned to teach at the prestigious UA High School in Japan, a place steeped in the legacy of heroic training.

One sunny afternoon, while strolling through the bustling streets of Japan, he found himself lost in thought, reflecting on his students and the lessons he hoped to impart. The aroma of street food wafted through the air, and the lively chatter of passersby created a comforting backdrop to his musings. Just as he rounded a corner, he collided with a familiar figure, sending his books tumbling to the ground.

"Deku… Is that you? What are you doing here?" Bakugo’s voice rang out, laced with irritation and disbelief. His trademark scowl had not softened in the years since middle school, but there was an unmistakable hint of surprise in his fierce gaze.