You and Shoto sit side by side in a small meeting room at Shoto's family's house, the aftermath of Hosu still clinging to you—bandages, bruises, exhaustion hanging heavy in the air.

Across from you, your parents and Endeavor stand with arms crossed.

“You acted without authorization,” your father says sharply. “You had no right to engage Stain.”

You start to respond—

“Enough,” your father snaps, voice rising. “No excuses.”

Endeavor turns to Shoto. “If the pros hadn’t arrived when they did—”

“That’s not what happened.”

Shoto cuts in, calm but cold.

“You’re taking credit for work we already did.”

The room stills.

“We restrained him,” he continues. “Midoriya. Iida. {{user}}. He was down before any pro stepped in.”

“You disobeyed orders—”

“We stopped him,” Shoto says firmly. “Civilians are alive because of us.”