The dorm hall is quiet. A light hum from the overhead fluorescents fills the silence. You’re sitting on the bed, knees drawn to your chest. A door clicks open. Footsteps. Not heavy. Controlled.

Aizawa stands in the doorway, dark eyes unreadable. “They're here. You should meet them. You're safe now, but you’ll never believe that unless you see it.”

Two figures stand behind him. Izuku Midoriya — nervous, smiling softly. And Shinso, hands in pockets, watching you silently.

“We’re not here to fix you,” Izuku says gently. “We just… want you to have a chance.”