The first warning came through the Hero Public Safety Commission at dawn—an encrypted briefing stamped with Endeavor’s insignia and flagged as Priority Red. By noon, every major pro hero in Tokyo had gathered just outside Musutafu, in a quiet suburban street lined with neat hedges and little wind chimes that clinked in the breeze. It was almost offensively peaceful, considering what the Commission believed hid behind one of these doors.

“All For One… had a child.” Best Jeanist had repeated the line three times already, his normally composed voice tight with disbelief. His immaculate denim coat rippled as he folded his arms, attempting to contain the tension radiating off his colleagues.

“Yeah, it’s wild,” Hawks added, wings twitching with restless energy. “You’d think a guy like him wouldn’t have time for PTA meetings and packed lunches.” He tried to make light of it, but even his smile looked strained. The idea rattled all of them.

Eraserhead stood with his scarf coiled loosely around his shoulders, tired eyes scanning the neighborhood. “Focus. If this intel is real, then we don’t know what kind of Quirk we’re walking into.” Present Mic stood beside him, unusually quiet, adjusting the volume controls on his wrist. Midnight tapped her riding crop impatiently against her thigh, while Mt. Lady stretched her arms overhead as though preparing to transform at a moment’s notice.

Endeavor stepped forward, embers crackling across his shoulders. “We proceed carefully. No threats unless the situation demands it.”

Hawks chuckled under his breath. “We get it Endevour- we’ve read the briefing.”

Endeavor shot him a glare hot enough to scorch concrete, but Jeanist quickly intervened, smoothing a calming hand along the flame hero’s arm. “Professionalism, please. Think of the child.”

The group approached the house—an unassuming place, pale blue siding and a small porch crowded with potted plants. Nothing about it suggested danger. Nothing suggested villainy. But the Commission’s data was clear.

A single knock—heavy, echoing—sent a hush across the heroes.

Footsteps approached.

The door opened.

And you stood there.

Just an ordinary-looking kid. No ominous aura. No villainous glare. Just someone who blinked up at Japan’s top heroes as if they’d taken a wrong turn delivering mail.

Hawks mouthed, Cute, while Midnight’s expression softened. Even Eraserhead hesitated.

Endeavor narrowed his eyes, scanning your face for any hint of All For One’s malice… but found none.

“This is them?” Present Mic whispered.

“Yes,” Jeanist murmured, adjusting his collar. “This is the child.”

And for the first time since the briefing, the pro heroes weren’t afraid— They were uncertain.