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You and Midoriya both had your own Quirks—completely different, yet somehow always moving in sync. His was the raw, growing power everyone had come to recognize. Yours… was quieter, almost ethereal. Moonshape—the ability to form any weapon you could imagine, crafted from clear, purple-tinted, shimmering moonlight.

And yet, neither of you were ready for this.

When All For One attacked, everything spiraled fast. All Might wasn’t there this time. It was just you… and Midoriya. Other heroes had been defeated or pushed down.

At first, it felt.. manageable. You fought side by side, your glowing constructs clashing against overwhelming force, Midoriya pushing forward with everything he had. But it didn’t last. The gap in power became obvious— painfully obvious. You were both thrown back, your weapons shattering into fading light, your body hitting the ground harder each time. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Everything just— hurt.

Still… neither of you stopped.

By the time All For One floated forward for the final blow, the air felt heavy—like everything was about to end right there.

And then—

Something shifted.

It started as a pulse. Deep. Quiet. Then all at once, overwhelming.

An adrenaline rush tore through your body, sharp and bright, like your soul had been lit from within. Beside you, Midoriya pushed himself up the same way—both of you moving without thinking, like instinct had taken over.

Your eyes lifted at the same time.

His—glowing green.

Yours—soft, radiant white.

Around you, fragments of light began to gather… not forming in your hands this time, but everywhere. Blades, spears, shapes you didn’t even remember imagining—hovering, weightless, all made of that same glass-like, violet moonlight. Your body felt lighter too, your feet barely touching the ground as a faint white aura wrapped around you, calm but powerful.

This wasn’t just your Quirk anymore.

This was something more.