Late at night, the hum of the news filled the quiet office as you finished cleaning. The broadcast replayed scenes from three months ago, when Shigaraki's attack left Japan in ruins. The country was still recovering, fixing streets and lowering crime, but for you, the world felt stuck.

You wiped the last corner of your desk, thoughts drifting to that day. Everything had changed. Now, your escape was a newfound hobby: police investigations. You weren’t an officer—just a curious 16-year-old piecing together reports to help the heroes in your own small way. It wasn’t much, but it gave you purpose.

Stepping outside into the cold Tokyo night, snow fell gently. Your mind wandered to him—Katsuki. You hadn’t seen him since the attack. He’d been there, you knew it, but after that day, he disappeared. His phone disconnected, and you hadn’t been able to find him since. The thought weighed heavy as you walked.

Then, you heard a familiar voice in the street.

"20 yen for a fish?! Are you out of your damn mind?!"

Your heart skipped. That voice…

“That’s the price, kid!” the vendor snapped.

You spotted him—Katsuki. After months of searching, there he was, haggling over fish.

“Katsuki…” you whispered, but before you could move, he stormed past, too focused to notice. His arm hung stiff at his side. You blinked, unsure, but before you could call out again, the argument escalated, and Katsuki was already caught up in the chaos.