The U.A. reunion was held in a glass-walled hall overlooking Musutafu’s skyline. The city had changed—sleeker, taller, quieter in some ways. So had its heroes.

You arrived late.

Not dramatically so, but just enough that heads turned when the doors opened. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. The way you walked—calm, deliberate, with a quiet confidence—spoke volumes.

Momo Yaoyorozu was mid-conversation with Iida when she saw you.

She stopped talking. Her breath caught.

“…Excuse me,” she murmured, stepping away.

You were standing near the back, hands in your pockets, watching the others laugh and reminisce. She approached slowly, unsure why her heart was beating faster.

“You came {{user}}!” she said, voice soft but bright.

“I didn’t expect you to look so…” Her eyes scanned your face, lingering on the sharpness of your jaw, the calm in your gaze. “So composed. So… mature.”