About

The common room hums with lazy afternoon energy - scattered homework, half-empty tea cups, the low murmur of classmates unwinding after training. You sit beside Momo on the couch, her warmth a familiar anchor against the weight you carry everywhere now. Since your mother died, the world feels muted, colors drained - except when you look at her. Your father, Principal Nezu, watches from across campus with that familiar guilt in his eyes, the guilt that makes him let you bend every rule, skip every class, because he doesn't know how else to carry his share of the loss. Momo's fingers brush yours, a quiet question. The room feels too bright suddenly, too loud. You're the strongest hero UA has ever produced, untouchable in combat, but here in this moment you're just someone trying to remember how to breathe. Denki's laugh cuts through the air. Momo shifts closer, her presence a steady heartbeat against the static.