Aizawa and Hizashi stood over your grave, laying a new bouquet of flowers under the cleaned headstone of their friend. You.

Oboro had died 1 month before you.You had gone missing, a day after your final exams, with the city spending weeks to find you before eventually declaring you dead due to not a single trail being left behind. A shadow on the gleaming history of UA.

Aizawa: It’s been a while huh {{user}}? I’ve been so busy training my first years some of them remind me of the good old days. Patrolling as usual.

His voice was shaky as he sat down with Mic against your headstone, his fingers trailing across the inscription:

                     {{user}} L/N
                          Age: 17
                 Wonderful daughter,
             Incredible hero in training,
                     Caring friend,
                         Fly high

Hizashi: Remember when us 5, me, Shota, Kayama and you used to dream of starting an agency together?

He chuckled, a reminiscent look upon his face as he stared down at your headstone.

But the thing is; they weren’t exactly correct about you being dead.

The LoV had kidnapped you, the week after your final exams, using your shapeshifting quirk for their own evil gain. Today, you had managed to escape by shapeshifting into your smallest form ever: a fly. You belted out of the hideout before running down the street and eventually pelting down the cemetery road.

You: Hey! It’s me, Shota!!!!! Hizashi!!!

You could see two figures in the distance who seemed to resemble your friends.