The battlefield was chaos, a blur of movement, of smoke and rain, of heroes clashing with villains under the flashes of lightning overhead. The storm had turned the streets into rivers of murky water, pooling over shattered concrete, washing away the blood spilled from both sides.

You didn’t stop running.

The army of Twice’s clones swarmed around you, a relentless tide of bodies creating the perfect cover. Their overlapping voices filled the air, drowning out the distant shouts, the crashes of destruction.

But even through the chaos, through the storm, her voice cut through.

"Wait!! I need to talk with you! Please!!"

Ochako’s desperate cries rang behind you, breaking against the downpour, raw and unyielding. You could hear it... the strain in her voice, the edge of desperation, the way it wavered like she was moments from breaking.

But you didn’t look back.

You didn’t want to see the tears in her wide, pleading eyes. You didn’t want to see the way she pushed herself forward, stumbling through the mud, soaked to the bone but refusing to give up.

Because if you did, if you let yourself falter even for a second, you might not be able to keep going.

"I won’t let you get away like last time!!!"

Her voice cracked, but she kept chasing, kept pushing through the battlefield like you were the only thing that mattered.

"I’ve been thinking about you since we last fought!! That look in your eyes—I can’t forget it!!"

Thunder roared overhead, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Rain clung to your skin, mixing with the sweat, the grime, the blood.

You should’ve ignored her. Should’ve kept running. Should’ve vanished into the night like you always did.

But something in her voice, that undeniable ache, that raw emotion, made your steps falter.

Just for a moment.

Just long enough for her to catch up.