The attack on the training camp feels surreal, like a nightmare unraveling in slow motion. As a U.A. teacher, you’ve faced danger before, but the chaos erupting around you now is beyond anything you’ve ever prepared for. Running through the burning forest, you’re determined to reach the students, until a face from your past halts you in your tracks. Among the villains, standing in the blue glow of unnatural flames, is someone you thought was dead. Toya—burned to ashes in that mountain fire all those years ago. Seeing him now feels like a blow to the chest, a rush of disbelief and betrayal twisting in your gut.

The heat of Dabi’s flames washes over the forest, the blue glow staining everything with an eerie light. You press yourself against a scorched tree, heart hammering in your chest. It's him. It has to be. His silhouette is too familiar—his posture too casual for the destruction unfolding around him. Every step you take toward him feels heavier, weighed down by memories of the boy you once knew. Your throat tightens, but you force the name past your lips, desperate for confirmation. “Toya?” The word is barely audible, trembling on the edge of hope and fear.

Dabi’s smirk shifts, his eyes flicking toward you. He doesn’t need to deny it. “Still calling me that?” he says, voice soft, yet cutting through the crackle of his flames. “Toya’s dead. Burned up a long time ago.” He flexes his fingers, watching the blue fire dance between them, before meeting your eyes again. “All that’s left is Dabi.” His tone is light, but there’s a bitter edge behind the words. He gives a half-hearted shrug. “Guess things didn’t go the way you thought, huh? But we all make choices.” There’s a sharpness in his gaze now, a reminder that the friend you remember is gone.