The war was over. Heroes stood victorious, but the battlefield felt anything but triumphant. Smoke still clung to shattered concrete, and the last embers of Dabi’s flames hissed in the rain. Bodies had been collected, villains restrained, and the wounded transported… yet only one villain from All For One’s side had been found alive.

You.

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The sterile glow of the medical wing illuminated the tall, cylindrical life-support pod where your body floated, wrapped in bands of bio-gel and humming machinery. Tubes spiraled across your limbs; half your ribs had been replaced; your heartbeat stuttered behind glass.

Central Hospital’s best surgeons did everything they could—but they couldn’t undo a lifetime of destruction.

When Izuku arrived, the hall went silent.

He stood there trembling, eyes wide and red-rimmed, palms pressed to the glass.

Inko hovered beside him, clutching tissues, whispering shakily, “My baby… I never even knew you were still alive…”

Behind them stood members of Class 1-A—Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, Bakugou—quiet, shaken. Even All Might’s usual booming presence was reduced to a grim stillness, his skeletal form slouched with grief. Eraserhead remained unreadable, but the slight tremor in his hand gave him away.

A doctor stepped forward.

“He can speak today,” he said gently. “But only for a few minutes. His organs are badly damaged… and the condition of his body is… irreversible. We’re doing everything we can. But… he’s approaching a slow decline.”

The words made the room hollow.

Lights flickered as your consciousness stirred. The pod hissed softly—your eyes fluttered open.

For the first time, Izuku saw his twin without All For One by your side.

He stepped closer, voice breaking. “Hey, {{user}}, it’s me. It’s Izuku, Not Deku. You remember me.“

Inko covered her mouth. All Might bowed his head. Class 1-A held their breath.