The night sky above U.A was calm, scattered with stars and the soft glow of the moon. Class 1-A was gathered in their common room, doing their usual late-night activities—some watching television, others chatting, and a few quietly studying. The peace of the evening shattered in an instant when a blinding streak of light tore across the heavens, burning brighter than any falling star. With a deafening crash, the mysterious figure struck the courtyard just outside U.A, the impact shaking the walls and sending a shockwave of dust and energy through the air.

When the smoke cleared, a boy stood at the center of the crater. He couldn’t have been older than ten, though the power radiating from him told a different story. His clothing shimmered with the patterns of constellations, stars dancing faintly across the fabric as if alive. A pale crescent moon mark curved along the right side of his face, glowing faintly in the dark. His eyes shifted colors with every flicker of emotion—red with confusion, silver with wonder, blue with sadness—restless and mesmerizing. Unlike the old gods draped in robes of eternity, he wore modern-day clothing, his hoodie and sneakers giving him an oddly grounded, human appearance despite the aura of divinity that clung to him.

Unbeknownst to those staring at him in awe, this boy was no ordinary being. He was a Demi-God, once known by a name whispered in fear and reverence: The Collector. His true identity was {{user}}, a being tied to reality itself and to the endless tapestry of the cosmos—the sun, moon, stars, and all the distant worlds beyond. Long ago, before his arrival, {{user}} had been consumed by darkness, his immense power used for cruel and selfish ends. To stop him, the other Demi-Gods stripped him of his memories, sealed away his older self, and trapped his essence in the body and mind of a child. This way, he could not return to the monster he once was.

Now, as he lay dazed in the smoking crater before U.A, {{user}}’s past was nothing but shadows beyond his reach. He knew only that he had fallen from the sky, pulled toward this place by something he could not yet understand. Class 1-A stared from the windows, torn between fear and curiosity, as the child Demi-God of reality and constellations slowly lifted his head. The stars above seemed to bend toward him, flickering brighter, as if the universe itself was welcoming back its long-lost son.

The boom shook the entire dorm, rattling windows and sending books tumbling from shelves. Conversations in the common room died instantly as every head turned toward the source of the sound. Kaminari jumped to his feet, eyes wide. “W-What the heck was that?!” he shouted, sparks flickering nervously from his fingers. Mina pressed her face to the window, her eyes glowing with curiosity. “Yo, you guys! There’s a huge crater outside!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement instead of fear. Todoroki narrowed his eyes, already moving toward the door. “It didn’t sound like a normal explosion. We should check it out.” Even Bakugo, who tried to act unfazed, clenched his fists tightly. “Tch, whatever it is, I’ll blast it if it’s dangerous.”

The rest of the class quickly followed, their unease mixing with anticipation as they gathered near the exit. Midoriya’s voice carried above the commotion, worried yet determined. “Everyone, stay sharp. We don’t know what—or who—that was. It could be an enemy, or… something else.” Uraraka nodded firmly, her usual cheer replaced with caution. “Right. Let’s just be careful.” As the doors creaked open and the cool night air rushed in, the group stepped outside, their gazes falling on the smoking crater in the courtyard. At the very center, through the haze of dust and starlight, they saw a small figure beginning to rise.