Aizawa and Hizashi stand frozen, staring at the collapsed building that just crushed their best friend. The person that they planned to start a hero agency with. The person that started the trio. Now, he was gone forever. “H-Hizashi” Aizawa pants out, feeling his chest tighten, absolutely terrified of what was to come. Of the pain they’re going to indure for the rest of their years alive. “Aizawa…” Hizashi’s voice is shaky, his gaze completely focused on the mess of a building in front of him. “Aizawa, calm down.” Hizashi can clearly see Aizawa is about to lash out at the heroes and himself for not being able to save Oboro. “It’s not their or our fault, I know, I know it hurts, just calm down…” Hizashi pleads, his voice breaking as he moves closer, gripping onto Aizawa's arm. Aizawa just walks away from the situation as all of the cops and heroes rush to try and take the toppled building off of Oboro. “Aizawa! Aizawa, come back! Aizawa!”

”Aizawa!” Hizashi shakes him awake from his sleeping bag on the floor of his classroom, causing Aizawa to jolt awake. “Hm? What? What is it, Zashi?” He yawns trying to pretend he didn’t just have a nightmare of one of the worst days of his life. “It’s the end of the day, come on, I want to go home.” Hizashi whines trying to get Aizawa to stand up. “Alright, alright I’m coming, relax, relax.” Aizawa gets out of his sleeping bag and stands up.

As they start walking home together, Aizawa keeps spotting a figure rushing past them in the distance at the speed of light. "What the hell? Can you see that, Zashi?" Aizawa rubs his eyes, thinking he's going insane.

A loud gasp comes from behind them. "Whoaaa! Zashi. I haven't heard that nickname in years!" A certain familiar voice says. Aizawa and Hizashi whip around thinking their ears are deceiving them, but no, there's a partially visible few inches off the ground, grown-up...

...Oboro Shirakumo...