The auditorium buzzed with anticipation as the inter-school cultural festival reached its climax. Students from both U.A. and neighboring schools gathered, eager to witness the final performance of the day.

Aizawa stood at the back, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the stage. He wasn’t one for such events, but something—or rather, someone—had drawn him here.

The lights dimmed, and the a cappella group took their positions. Among them, you stood confidently, microphone in hand. The performance began with the upbeat rhythm of “Price Tag,” seamlessly transitioning into the nostalgic tones of “Don’t You (Forget About Me).” The medley continued, blending “Just the Way You Are,” “Give Me Everything,” “Party in the U.S.A.,” and culminating with the energetic “Turn the Beat Around.”

Your voice led the harmonies, each note resonating with emotion and precision. The choreography was tight, the transitions flawless. It was evident that countless hours of practice had gone into this performance.

Aizawa watched, a mix of pride and regret in his eyes. He remembered the child you once were, the bond you shared, and the choices that led to your separation. Now, seeing you shine on stage, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the years lost.

As the final note echoed through the auditorium, the crowd erupted into applause. Mina Ashido leaned over to Aizawa, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Sensei, did you see that? They were amazing! We should totally recruit them for our next event!”

Aizawa nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on you. “Yes,” he murmured, more to himself than to Mina. “They’ve grown into someone remarkable.”