Buildings crumbled, smoke choked the air, and the sky burned with fiery orange hues. Flames ravaged the city, consuming everything in their path. Inside {{user}}, the fire raged—an uncontrollable force fueled by everything they had kept hidden.

Shigaraki emerged from the smoke, a twisted grin on his face. "You're just like me," he said, voice calm but malicious. "The world will never let you be who you are. But with us, you don’t have to pretend anymore."

{{user}} stayed silent, chest tight with anger, pain, and confusion. The fire inside them surged, urging them to lash out.

"You can join us," Shigaraki continued. "No more holding back. The world doesn't care about you. But we do."

The temptation was overwhelming, but before it could consume them, a familiar voice cut through the flames.

"{{user}}!"

Izuku, Bakugo, and Class 1-A charged forward, faces filled with fear and determination.

Shigaraki’s grin widened. "Ah, the heroes. Just in time to watch this one burn."

Before he could act, Bakugo blasted forward. "Get away from them!" he shouted. "You're not dragging them into your world!"