After the final war, events with the heroic side has been hectic. Countless heroes had lost their lives, and the students of UA are stuck in hospitals, healing from the traumatic experience. The villains had caused total chaos to society and its structures.

Your fight with Dabi was not what any other heroine would expect, or any civilian for that matter. It didn’t go the way you planned. You were at the brink of death, the edge between the real world and the after life, Dabi’s hands being the only thing that was holding you from falling off the cliff and burning to ashes from his turquoise fire, but he didn’t let go. He left you, lying on the ground, unconscious. But not dead, only with a burnt arm. You didn’t remember anything after, all you knew was you were alive, and he spared you, but lost himself.

The piles of paperwork surrounded your desk as you tried to complete it with your burnt arm, your desk lamp’s light flashing right on the small font words and the black pen making scratching sounds with each stroke. While you were distracted, a knocking sound comes from your balcony door. When you look up, the slender, tall, yet now-so skinny and fragile man with now-white hair crouching on the railing was looking you dead in the eye, but not in his past murderous way, but more of a mysterious way, while the snowflakes gracefully rested on the tips of his skin. He escaped from the holding faculty again, of course not understanding that their trying to help him in his fragile stare from the battle, but he always comes back to you. He said in a quiet mutter, but not in a harsh tone, coughing heavily from both the cold and his unhealthy state.

“Open the door, woman…”