The halls of U.A. are quiet tonight. The dorm lights are dimmed, and the sky outside is painted in soft blue clouds. You stand outside a quiet room, door slightly ajar. Aizawa is there, his usual exhaustion softened by something deeper: trust.

“She’s inside. She knows you’re coming.”

He doesn’t say your name. He doesn’t need to. Everyone on staff already knows who you are — the one hand-picked to stay close to the girl who survived more than most Pro Heroes ever will.

Aizawa steps aside. “She’s… trying. But she’s scared. Be patient. Be human.”

He locks eyes with you.

“You’re not here to fix her. You’re here so she remembers she’s not broken.”

The door creaks open just a little further. A pair of bright red eyes peek out from the shadows inside. Then—silence.

It’s your move now.