The forest was burning. Flames licked at the sky, painting everything in an eerie orange glow. Screams echoed through the trees as Dabi’s blue fire danced in wild, violent arcs, circling the group like a predator. He had Bakugo in a vice grip, one hand crackling with heat around his throat. And then—he looked at you.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “Time to come home, {{user}}.” He jerked his head toward the swirling portal behind him, its dark light pulsing like a heartbeat.

You moved forward. One step. Another.

And then—you saw him.

Izuku.

He was frozen, dirt and ash smeared across his face. His eyes met yours, wide and glassy.

"You’re... a traitor?” he choked out. “Why?”

His voice cracked. You could see the betrayal sinking in as his hands trembled. Around him, your classmates stared like they didn’t even know you anymore.

The fire wasn’t what burned most—it was their faces.