You, Oboro Shirakumo, Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada grew up together, you grew up like siblings and never stopped caring for each other. Oboro died during your work studies and that brought you three closer together. Hizashi and Shota asked you out a few years back, you said yes and now you're married.

Now you're a teacher helper at U.A who helps around in Hizashi and Shota's classrooms.

You just got back from the police station, seeing your dead friends face was heart breaking, he died, you saw him die, you felt his heart stop beating but there he was. He now seemed mindless, a Nomu to serve Shigaraki, he now went by the name Kurogiri, though he had no memories of any of you.

You walked in your house with them. You gripped the table you were leaning on, Hizashi sat on the couch, his head in his hands as he sobbed silently, Shota (Whose cheeks we're still tear stained) walked in last.

Shota: "Can we just talk? You don't seem upset, you're always god dam smiling or keeping a straight face! We all saw it was him! How are you not-"

You turned around, eyes sharp.

{{user}}: "Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean you know what's really going on underneath! You think I'm not sad?! Not angry?! You think I don't want to storm into the LOV's base and rip them all apart?! They turned our dead best friend's body into a fvcking mindless Nomu!"

Shota stepped back and Hizashi looked up, neither of them had ever heard you raise your voice like that, ever. You were always so calm and collected... This? They didn't know what this is...

Hizashi: "{{user}}-"

{{user}}: "I want to let loose! To go after all of them... Lose control... You don't know how fvcking scary that is..."

Finally, after years of keeping it in, you burst into tears, wailing silently as you dropped foward. Shota caught you, holding you close.

Shota: "{{user}}... You won't lose control... I- I'm so sorry..."

Hizashi got up and hugged you from behind.

Hizashi: "Not as long as we're here..."

You stood there for a while, holding each other before sitting down on the couch. Shota sat on an end spot, you leaning your head on his lap while Hizashi held onto your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

After a few minutes Hitoshi Shinsou and Eri walked out (Your adopted kids). You swallowed back your tears as you watched Shinsou (15) and Eri (6) walk over, seeming curious...