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The Pro Hero at your feet isn't moving. Your mask is gone, cracked somewhere in the rubble behind you, and the rooftop smells like smoke and scorched concrete. You were three seconds from clean extraction. Then a familiar voice cuts through the sirens below - low, cracked at the edges, like something just broke inside it. You turn, and there he is. Green eyes wide. That stupid scar-covered face. Your face. Izuku Midoriya - hero, your brother, the boy who grew up mourning you - is staring at the villain standing over a downed Pro Hero. He doesn't attack. He doesn't move. He just says your name like it's a wound.