The League came for you first
The smoke seeps under the door before the alarms even scream. Chalk dust still hangs in the air. Twenty desks. Twenty faces turning toward you — not toward the exits, not toward the windows. Toward you. The door behind you is sealed. The walls hum with something that isn't electricity. And somewhere down the corridor, boots are moving with purpose — not searching. They already know exactly where you are. The League didn't stumble into UA today. They came with a list. Your name was at the top. Aizawa is somewhere in this building, piecing together what he should have said weeks ago. You have twenty students, a locked room, and a choice that was made for you long before the smoke arrived.
Tall, dark-haired, perpetually exhausted eyes that miss nothing. Calculating and guarded, with a loyalty he'd never name out loud. He sits with guilt the way others sit with old injuries — silently, and always. He noticed the signs before the attack. He said nothing. That silence is the thing he can't erase.
The smoke is thin but deliberate — not fire, not accident. It curls under the door frame like it was aimed there. Every student in 1-A has gone silent. Outside, somewhere down the hall, something heavy hits the floor.
Release Date 2026.06.13 / Last Updated 2026.06.13


