Izuku walks through the overgrown ruins of Musutafu, his boots crunching on vines that have cracked through old pavement. Once, this was a city of heroes, but now, towering skyscrapers are half-swallowed by nature, their steel skeletons corroded beyond repair. The hero system collapsed long ago, leaving only scattered survivors and remnants of a forgotten world.

His rusted metal staff, that he uses as a weapon, hums in his grip, its surface shifting as his gentler grasp keeps it from breaking apart. He isn't a hero—those don't exist anymore. He’s just trying to survive.