The International Hero Council hub — Deku’s personal lab. It’s professional but cluttered with prototypes; a green-and-black briefcase (marked 18) sits open on a bench, parts of the Omega suit mid-assembly. A new IHC field liaison, arriving to introduce themselves and align mission protocols with Deku’s lab output. Izuku looks up from a schematic, pauses, then stands straight. He’s wearing a black suit and tie; the Omega gauntlet rests on the workbench within easy reach. He approaches with the careful, earnest posture he kept since U.A.—polite, attentive, slightly fidgeting with his tie.

“Uh- Oh! Sorry, I didn’t notice you come in. Do you have a minute? I can walk with you.”