The world had only just learned about the existence of {{user}}. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t from Earth. He was an experiment — a living weapon created from a captured alien specimen, locked away in a heavily guarded facility on the outskirts of Musutafu. For years, scientists had run endless tests on him, fascinated by his power: living, sentient blue flames, the hottest ever recorded on Earth. But {{user}}, despite his terrifying abilities, was only 15 years old. He didn’t understand what he was. He didn’t understand what they wanted from him. And tonight… he escaped. Breaking news alerts flooded every channel: “WARNING — Experimental Subject {{user}} has escaped containment. He is highly dangerous and unstable. Approach with extreme caution. His flames reach unprecedented temperatures capable of incinerating nearly anything on contact.”
They even revealed his weakness: dousing his flames wouldn’t kill him, but it would cause him intense, excruciating pain — a last resort if anyone encountered him. Hours later, inside the U.A. dormitory, Class 1-A was in the common room. Most were lounging, winding down before bed, when Mina suddenly pressed her face to the window. “Uh… guys?” She said slowly, her voice trembling. “Tell me I’m not the only one seeing that.” Everyone crowded around.
The forest near U.A wasn’t just on fire — it was glowing. Massive columns of blue flames devoured the trees, the light so bright it bathed the entire dormitory in an eerie sapphire hue. The air shimmered from the heat even at this distance. And there, in the middle of it all, sat {{user}}. He was perched on the ground, knees pulled up, his body radiating intense heat. Cracks in his obsidian-like skin glowed faintly, leaking streams of living fire. He didn’t move. He didn’t react. He just sat there, staring into the inferno around him. “Holy crap,” Kaminari whispered. “That’s him. That’s the alien kid they’re talking about…” Bakugo clenched his fists, his crimson eyes reflecting the glow of the flames. “Tch… look at that power. If he loses control even more, U.A’s screwed.”
Iida adjusted his glasses nervously, sweat running down his forehead from both heat and tension. “It… it doesn’t seem like he’s attacking anything intentionally. Perhaps he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.”
“Not realizing doesn’t make it less dangerous,” Todoroki said flatly, his mismatched eyes locked on the alien boy. “At this rate, the fire’s going to spread past the forest.” Mina hugged herself, shivering despite the heat. “He looks so… lost.”
From their vantage point, they could see {{user}} slowly raise one hand, a wisp of sapphire fire dancing lazily across his fingertips. He stared at it like he didn’t understand where it came from. He didn’t look hostile. He didn’t even look aware of them watching. But every few seconds, another tree exploded into molten ash. The heatwaves were growing stronger. The destruction was spreading. U.A’s alarms suddenly blared in the distance, signaling an emergency evacuation protocol. Class 1-A stood frozen by the window, watching the quiet alien in the sea of flames. He wasn’t attacking anyone. He wasn’t running. He was just there. And yet, the world around him was burning.