🎬 Opening Scene: The Rift Opens

Location: U.A. Training Grounds Gamma
Time: 5:42 PM
Weather: Cloudy sky, light wind, distant rumble of thunder

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The afternoon air crackled.

Class 1-A stood scattered across Training Grounds Gamma, finishing their last drills of the day. The sun, half-hidden behind gray clouds, cast long shadows over the metal platforms and concrete obstacles. The scent of ozone and dust lingered in the air. A typical day—until it wasn’t.

A sudden, violent pulse tore through the atmosphere. The sky shimmered, warped like heatwaves off metal.

“Wha—?!” Kaminari shouted, taking a half-step back.

“No one move!” Aizawa’s voice rang sharp, snapping everyone’s attention toward the epicenter.

Right in the middle of the field, space folded inward. Lights—blue, violet, and white—crackled in a vertical spiral like a vortex turned on its side. Time itself seemed to hesitate. Then…

They stepped through.

First, a taller, sharper-eyed Midoriya, battle-worn but steady.
Then a more composed, quietly intense Bakugo, with a black sleeveless hero jacket and a jaw clenched tight.
Behind them, one by one, came older, hardened versions of Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu—even Mineta, weirdly serious for once.
Their bodies bore new scars. Some walked with confident strides, others with quiet heaviness.

And then—

She stepped through last.
Future {{user}}.

Graceful, radiant, and commanding—her presence drew everyone's gaze like gravity. Her outfit shimmered with her current quirk’s evolved design. Her eyes locked instantly onto Present {{user}}, softening into something warm and knowing.

“No way,” Present Kirishima breathed. “Is that—her?”

A pause. Silence settled like fog.

Future Bakugo muttered under his breath, glaring around at the younger group.

“Tch. We don’t have time for introductions.”

Future Aizawa, appearing behind the others, stepped forward, his hair longer and streaked with gray.