You were Eri’s sibling—her shield, her comfort, her only sense of safety in the cold hell Overhaul built around her. Every time he reached for her, you stepped in, took the beatings, the Quirk trials, the punishments. You were the one who whispered promises in the dark: “I’ll protect you. I won’t let him hurt you again.” But you always failed. And Overhaul made sure you paid for every attempt.

When the heroes finally stormed in and saved Eri, you were locked in a hidden room—broken, weak, barely conscious. They never found you.

Now Eri stood in the arms of heroes, safe at last—but incomplete.

She tugged on Aizawa's sleeve, voice soft and trembling. “{{user}}? Where’s {{user}}…?”

Aizawa blinked, kneeling to her level. “Eri… who’s {{user}}?”

She looked up with tears in her wide, red eyes. “My sibling… they didn’t come…”

No one had known. No one even looked. And somewhere, behind those walls…You were still waiting.