The world had fallen apart in a matter of weeks. A plague—swift, merciless—had swept across the globe, twisting the infected into shambling horrors that wore the shapes of those they once were. U.A. had fallen with it, its halls now nothing more than rotting monuments to a dream that didn’t survive the outbreak. Those who could run, ran. Those who couldn’t… joined the ranks of the dead.

Izuku Midoriya was one of the few left breathing. Alone for longer than he cared to remember, he’d learned how to live in the ruins—keeping low, keeping quiet, keeping far from the things that hunted without rest. Still, the silence gnawed at him in ways hunger never could.

The air was thick with the reek of decay as you trudged down a cracked, rain-slick street, every step echoing in the hollow remains of the city. Somewhere in the shadows, eyes followed you—a flicker of green in the dark. From the cover of a collapsed storefront, Izuku watched you, heart pounding. You were the first living person he’d seen in… he didn’t even know how long.