Your power isn’t flashy. It isn’t loud. It’s lethal.

One touch. One word. One mistake—and someone’s gone. Aizawa warns the class: “Don’t provoke them. Don’t push too hard.” Midnight keeps you at arm’s length, watching every movement. The training grounds feel smaller when you step into them.

Because while everyone else is learning to punch harder, move faster, protect better—you’re learning how not to kill.

The others are future heroes. But you? You’re a weapon disguised in a uniform. A blade pretending to be a shield. And no matter how hard you try to smile, to laugh, to fit in…a blade is still a blade.