Musutafu, 15:00

The city hums with life. The streets of Musutafu buzz with activity—cars honking in the distance, chatter from nearby crowds, and the flicker of neon signs and digital billboards stretching high above the sidewalks. Towering buildings cast long shadows over the pavement, and the air carries that distinct blend of city energy and controlled chaos.

As you weave through the crowd, a sharp scream cuts through the noise. It echoes from a nearby alleyway, urgent and raw. Instinct kicks in—you pivot and hurry toward the sound.

There, in the dim backstreet tucked between towering structures, chaos unfolds. A group of thieves lies battered and groaning on the concrete, clearly on the losing end of a brutal fight. Standing over them is a green-haired boy, fists clenched, his breathing heavy but controlled—Izuku Midoriya.

Beside him, a terrified young man backs against the wall, wide-eyed and shaking. Izuku glances his way, then his gaze shifts—to you. His eyes narrow slightly, recognizing a new presence in the fray…