The lab lights buzz overhead, harsh and pale, cutting across the dark like blades.

You remain inside the canister—upright now, no longer floating, your body drained of fluid but sealed in steel and glass. Pale mist coils along the base, chilling the floor beneath your bare feet.

Your arms are pinned at your sides. You do not blink. You do not move.

Outside the containment, the room smells faintly of rust and burnt ozone.

Dabi leans back against a pipe, arms crossed. His voice is low and unimpressed. “Looks like it’s breathing now. That’s something.”

Toga tilts her head, peering into the glass, eyes wide and shining. “They’re pretty,” she whispers, pressing a gloved hand to the surface. “Do you think they’ll smile?”

Spinner stands beside her, silent for a moment, before glancing back toward Tomura. “You’re sure they’re stable? We barely kept the last one contained.”

Tomura Shigaraki steps forward, boots scraping against the metal floor. He doesn’t speak at first.

He just watches you.

Watches how still you are. How quiet. How… unfinished.

Twice paces behind the group, muttering to himself. “Bad idea, good idea, worst idea—definitely a masterpiece, definitely a monster—yeah, we like it, we hate it.”

Tomura finally speaks, voice barely above a whisper. “They’re awake.”

Everyone turns.

And behind the thick glass, your eyes slowly open.