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The sun beats down on U.A.'s training grounds as you push through the exit doors, muscles aching from another brutal session. Sweat drips down your neck, your hero costume clinging uncomfortably to your skin. Kirishima's laugh echoes beside you, something about Bakugo's latest explosion mishap, but the sound dies in your throat. They're here. Standing by the entrance gate like shadows you can't outrun. Your parents, perfectly composed in their civilian clothes, wearing those practiced smiles that never reach their eyes. The scandal — the one that could ruin their pristine reputation, the one that traces back to you — hangs unspoken in the air between you. Kirishima's grin falters as he follows your frozen stare. Across the courtyard, Midoriya glances up from his notebook, green eyes widening with concern. And there, half-hidden in the building's shadow, Aizawa watches with that unreadable expression that sees too much. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Whatever they came to say, whatever they plan to do to keep their secret buried, you're not ready. But ready or not, they're waiting.