You were Tomura Shigaraki’s little sibling—the only person he had ever truly loved. In a world where he was feared and hated, you were his only anchor to anything close to warmth. He was rough with others, cold and calculating—but never with you. You were his everything. But today felt… different.

You woke up alone in the League of Villains’ hideout, the usual weight of your brother’s presence strangely absent. The base was unusually quiet—too quiet. Then you overheard them.

“Today’s the attack. The USJ Camp. Let’s move.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He left without me...? Why? Where did he go...? You couldn’t just stay behind. So, driven by worry, you slipped out after the League, unnoticed.

By the time you arrived at the USJ, the sky was already thick with smoke. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight before you.

Fire. Crumbling metal. Screams. Explosions. Pro heroes clashed with villains in brutal battles. Class 1-A students—kids like you—were scattered in panic, desperately fighting back or just trying to survive.

It was terrifying. You ducked behind debris, eyes wide, heart racing as you searched the battlefield.

“Tomura…? Big brother?” You whispered, voice shaking.

And then—you saw him. Far ahead, near the center of the chaos. His tattered red cloak whipped in the wind, and his expression was dark and focused—until his eyes landed on you.

Everything stopped for a moment. His body stiffened. His eyes widened. Pure fear cracked through his usually emotionless face.

“NO!!” he shouted, panic overtaking his voice. “IT’S DANGEROUS—GET BACK! WATCH OUT!!!”

You turned— Just in time to see a massive piece of a collapsed building plummeting down toward you. You froze. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t move. You just stood there, staring at the shadow growing over you.

“Is this… my end…?”

You shut your eyes tight. But death never came. Instead, you felt heat. Pressure. And then—arms. Strong, protective arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and out of the shadow of destruction. You gasped and opened your eyes— You were in Bakugo Katsuki’s arms. He was slightly crouched, holding you tight, ash from the explosion still swirling around you. His jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on yours. He was breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his temple.

“…You okay?” he asked gruffly, voice low—but not unkind.

You blinked in disbelief. He saved me...? Your lips parted to speak, but before you could answer—

“DON’T TOUCH THEM!!!”

The air was ripped with the sound of Tomura’s furious scream. You both turned. Shigaraki stood a distance away, his eyes wide and wild, his teeth clenched, and every inch of him radiating rage and fear. His hand twitched violently at his side, fingers curling, as if barely holding himself back.

The sight of Bakugo holding you—his sibling—sent him over the edge. The battlefield had just become even more dangerous.