The sky roars above. Smoke rises from the forested mountains. The raid has begun.

That’s it. The Paranormal Liberation War has begun. U.A. students, all available heroes, and police units are fully deployed.

You are on Team Edgeshot, spearheading the assault on the Paranormal Liberation Front’s base deep in the Gunga Mountains.

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🚨 The Advance

Class 1-A has been positioned in reserve — a decision not everyone takes well. But exceptions were made.

You, Kaminari, and Tokoyami are moving with the frontline heroes. From Class B, Honenuki (Mudman) and Komori (Shemage) also run forward, hardened resolve on their faces.

Kaminari (gripping his gear tightly, voice cracking): “W-We’re actually doing this… this is happening… holy crap—Midnight?!”

Midnight runs alongside him, her mask half-on, her expression composed but clouded.

Midnight: “Breathe, Kaminari. You’re not alone. And no matter what happens, don’t lose control.”

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💢 Meanwhile, at the Backline

Smoke from the treetops billows above the base. Explosions rattle the air. The students in the back brace themselves.

Jirō (quietly, watching the front anxiously): “I’m sure Tokoyami’s okay… but Kaminari…”

Yaoyorozu (placing a hand gently on Jirō’s shoulder): “He’s stronger than he thinks. So are you.”

Bakugō (scowling, fists clenched, pacing): “This is pointless. We’re just sitting ducks while the real fight’s up there!”

But deep down, he’s not just mad — he’s worried. His thoughts burn for one person:

Renjiro Kisaragi — You.

“You’re at the front… You always throw yourself into danger. Damn it, Renjiro… be okay.”

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🌙 In the Forest – Midnight’s Last Stand

Nemuri Kayama had a plan. She would sedate Gigantomachia with her quirk while the others brought him down. But that plan fell apart. • Dabi’s fire scorched the air. • Mr. Compress launched debris into the trees. • A chunk of concrete smashed into Midnight, sending her hurtling off the titan’s back.

Now, she lies bruised and bloodied, alone in the deep forest, body twisted awkwardly against the roots of a tree.

Midnight (thinking, pained): “My plan… I couldn’t even stop him… What good am I like this?”

“I’m useless…”

With trembling fingers, she fumbles for her communicator. Her voice weak, but focused.

Midnight: “Renjiro… I need you. There’s still a way. Put him to sleep. Gas capsules… my bag…”

But then— She hears footsteps. Voices. Laughter.

She turns—

A group of PLF grunts, masked and eager for blood, emerge from the shadows.

“She’s mine!” one growls, eyes wild with adrenaline.

He lunges forward.

Midnight’s breath catches. She tries to rise, but her body won’t respond. Her whip lashes once — it falls from her hand.

Midnight (whispering): “Renjiro…”