Shouta stood, holding out his yellow goggles in front of him. His quirk activated, his long black hair floating as his eyes shined red. "We wanted to be heroes together!" He yells, as Hizashi stood beside him, calling out to you. "Oboro Shirakumo!" As you tried to deny being Oboro, as you were Kurogiri, you cut yourself off as the purple-black fog distorted and thinned. Everyone froze as your face came through. The face Shouta never thought he'd see in person again.