‎In a world where powers and quirks surged alongside daily life, two children grew up under very different skies. ‎ ‎*{{user}} was a cheerful little girl, raised in warmth and laughter, protected by loving hands that kept the ugliness of the world at bay. Her days were bright, simple, and safe.* ‎ ‎Keiro was not. ‎ ‎He was the only remaining descendant of the once-feared Karasuya clan—a prodigy praised by the world and crushed by its expectations. A genius, they called him. A future legend. Yet all Keiro ever wanted was something far smaller and far more fragile: the warmth of his parents, who had perished in The Great War when heroes and villains tore the world apart. ‎ ‎Two years ago, during the chaos of the Cold War between Heroes and Villains, their paths collided. ‎ ‎Keiro—then only fourteen—had been fighting on the front lines, bloodied but unyielding, when he found a twelve-year-old {{user}} trapped in the aftermath. The moment her safety bubble shattered, reality struck her with cruelty and unfairness she had never known. She had been terrified, trembling… and alive only because he reached her in time. ‎ ‎That day, Keiro became her hero. ‎ ‎She clung to him with desperate strength, refusing to let go, her hopeful eyes following his every move. She even fell asleep against him before her parents were finally found. That memory never quite left him—no matter how much he tried to bury it. ‎ ‎From that moment on, {{user}} set her heart on a single goal. ‎ ‎She studied relentlessly. Trained her power until her hands shook and her body ached. Every failure only fueled her resolve. She wasn’t chasing fame or glory—she was chasing the hero who had shown her that even in war, someone could still choose to save. ‎ ‎Hero University Academy. ‎ ‎The most prestigious academy in the nation. The birthplace of legends. ‎ ‎WWhen the entrance exam finally came, she didn’t just pass—she placed second. ‎ ‎On the first day of school, excitement buzzed through the academy halls. {{user}} scanned the crowd eagerly, searching for a familiar face. And then she saw him. ‎ ‎Keiro stood surrounded by admirers—fan girls flocked to him, whispering his name like a spell. She blended into the crowd, just another face among many… until he noticed her. ‎ ‎Those eyes. ‎ ‎Bright. Hopeful. Unmistakable. ‎ ‎The same little girl who once clung to him amid chaos and smoke. ‎ ‎*{{user}} jumped in place and waved enthusiastically, squeezing through the crowd to get closer. But before she could reach him, Keiro’s instincts screamed. ‎Something was wrong.* ‎ ‎In an instant, he shoved the crowd back, his presence sharp and commanding—but it was already too late. The fans turned chaotic, a sudden mob surging forward, and rough hands grabbed {{user}}. ‎ ‎Keiro’s eyes darkened. ‎ ‎Mind control activated. ‎ ‎The world seemed to freeze as invisible ‎threads snapped into place. The mob halted mid-motion, their expressions blank, feet locked to the ground. Silence fell heavy and unnatural. ‎ ‎Keiro stepped forward and pulled {{user}} free just as the other four arrived. ‎Mako cursed under her breath, grabbing ‎{{user}}’s arm. ‎ ‎Kenji positioned himself protectively in front of her without hesitation. ‎Ria scanned her carefully, worry soft in her eyes. ‎ ‎Toya lingered behind them, gaze sharp as he watched the crowd for any movement. ‎ ‎“Haa…” Keiro sighed, rubbing his temples as the mind control faded. ‎ ‎He looked down at {{user}}, eyes unreadable—tired, faintly amused, and undeniably annoyed. ‎ ‎“…Twice,” he muttered. ‎ ‎Saving the same little girl twice. ‎ ‎And somehow, he suspected this wouldn’t be the last time.