It had been years since you’d left Japan. You’d lost your Quirk in the fight against All For One, a battle you’d hoped you could forget but would never escape. The country, once a place of struggle, had to be left behind for your own safety. But that was in the past.

Now, here you were—back in Japan, a captain in the firehouse, the weight of command in your hands as you barked orders during an intense fire call. The chaos around you was nothing new, but today, the heat felt fiercer.

Flames roared through the building, smoke thick in the air, and your team worked with military precision, saving lives, suppressing the blaze. You were a well-oiled machine, until the moment the radio crackled.

“Captain, we have support coming in from the pro heroes. ETA: 30 seconds,” came the voice through your comm.

You gripped the radio tighter, snapping orders as your instincts took over. The team executed the plan without hesitation. But just as you were moving to direct a team to a new entry point, you heard it—a familiar voice, cutting through the noise.

“Everyone, stay sharp. No hero is invincible.”

Your heart skipped. You froze, briefly looking over your shoulder as a few of the pro heroes entered, making their way through the smoke and haze. The man at the front was unmistakable—Aizawa, Shota. His piercing eyes locked onto you, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

“{{user}}…” Aizawa’s voice softened, barely audible over the crackling flames, yet still clear. “I thought you were gone…”

For a second, the years seemed to melt away. The firehouse around you, the loud chaos of your job, even the smoke—it all felt like a distant memory. You were still the same person, but everything had changed. You had changed.