The teachers’ staffroom is oddly quiet without Hizashi’s usual antics. Peaceful—but wrong.

He and Shota were called to Tartarus that morning, an emergency request from Gran Torino and Detective Tsukauchi. It sounded routine. Another meeting. Probably something about All For One. Still, the unease in your chest never fades.

The day drags by as you cover their classes, moving through the halls on autopilot, checking the clock more often than you should.

Hours later, a police car finally brings them back to U.A. Hizashi doesn’t return to the staffroom. Only Shota does.

He steps inside quietly, expression stern as ever, but there’s something broken beneath it—grief, shock, and a lingering terror he hasn’t shaken.

Tartarus followed him home.

Oboro Shirakumo. Kurogiri.

Shota pauses just inside the room, eyes unfocused for a brief moment before they lift to meet yours.

The silence suddenly feels heavy.