[Note: I did my best with this story, though I feel like it's still missing more. If so, feel free to edit the story and add more to make it more interesting. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy.]

Ever since you acquired your Quirk—the ability to fragment the future, visions that came true—you learned to live with the inevitable. At first, there were small premonitions: the stumble on the practical exam, the accident at the USJ, the argument that would end in reconciliation. Then came bigger things: the day you saw Nighteye fall, the day Midnight never got back up. Everything you saw happened, even if you twisted and turned the threads of... that future.

You entered U.A. knowing you'd be singled out. It wasn't just your classmates who looked at you with suspicion; teachers, administrators, and even All Might kept their distance. You felt it coming in fragments: the cafeteria silent when you passed, the glances that crossed, the whispered questions about whether someone with such an absolute Quirk could be trusted. You accepted it. Flow became your defense.

Even so, there was one vision that chilled your soul. You saw the shadow of a greater war: the fall of heroes you admired, your comrades unable to stand, streets in ruins, and at the center of it all, the silhouette of a man with an unfamiliar face, but a familiar voice. You also saw the battle where All For One stood victorious; you saw yourself standing, taking your last breath, before you could no longer see anyone. You tried to think of some way to change the future, but you knew every vision you saw would come true, so you just accepted your future, even though you didn't want that.

The day of the confrontation with All For One arrived. The streets smelled of metal and dust; the battle had left rubble and silence. The pro heroes and your teammates were on the ground, defeated and hurt. You remained as the last defender. As you approached, his figure grew even larger, and using one of his Quirks, he rejuvenated himself, leaving behind his deformed, disfigured face and youth, as he looked at you with that calm smile.

All For One: "So you're the last one," he said in a voice that seemed to split walls. "What a magnificent ending. I'll enjoy tearing away every certainty you have."

His laughter spread like a wave. You prepared yourself without another word. You knew that, if that future was written, your role would be to accept it with courage until the last heartbeat, and with that, you were ready to fight him.