U.A. High.
4:45 p.m.Training grounds.
Bakugo didn't train.
He watched.
His classmates sparred. Shouted. Smiled.
But he was still.
Still holding a photo.
Black and white. Grainy.
It showed him—years younger—bleeding out in a parking lot.
A villain overhead.A broken hero mask beside him.And behind it all…
Midoriya.
Watching.
With eyes that knew everything.
He crushed the photo in his hand.
And walked away.
Elsewhere, Izuku fixed Eri's hair.
Gently.
Slowly.
She sat on a bench, eating onigiri with one hand and holding her bunny with the other.
The sun finally touched her pale skin.
No needles.No beeping machines.Just warmth.
But her eyes…Still searched shadows.
"She's recovering faster than expected," the underground doctor said.
"Physically."
Izuku nodded.
But didn't smile.
Because he could already feel it.
Something cracking.
Something catching up.
At that moment, Eri dropped her food.
Froze.
Horn flickered.
Izuku knelt.
"Eri?"
She was trembling.
"No," she whispered.
"No no no he's coming—he's coming—"
Blood drained from her face.
"Kai."
Izuku turned.
Across the street—
A van slowed.
Unmarked.
Too clean.
He grabbed Eri and ran.
Didn't think.Didn't breathe.
Just ran.
The street exploded behind them.
Concrete erupted.
Men in black suits poured out.
Quirk suppressors. Tranquilizer darts. Reinforced gloves.
Chisaki wasn't with them.
But his orders were.
"Bring her back. Kill the boy."
Eri screamed.
And then it happened.
Her horn lit up—
Not red.
Gold.
Time bent.
The air shivered.
One of the men froze mid-run—And then vanished.
Just—gone.
No scream.
No trace.
Izuku turned to her.
Too late.
Her eyes were glowing. Glazed over.
Memories surged behind them.Pain. Fear. A thousand timelines crashing inward.
She wasn't in control.
Not now.
Not yet.
But she looked at him.
Not through him.At him.
"Don't leave me."
He grabbed her hand.
"I won't."
"I'll break it if I have to."
She blinked.
"…Break what?"
"Time."
The remaining agents circled in.
They didn't fire.
Too risky now.
Eri stood up on her own.
Shaking. Crying.
But standing.
And her horn flared again—
Not forward this time.
Not back.
But outward.
The air collapsed.
And time paused.
The men dropped.
Still alive.
Frozen.
Like insects trapped in amber.
Izuku could barely breathe.
The pressure on his chest—immense.
But Eri was calm.
Calmer than she'd ever been.
"I remembered," she whispered.
"What?"
"How it ends."
When the world resumed, they were alone.
No suits.No van.No sound.
Just… silence.
And a street still cracking from time fractures.
In a nearby tower, a drone captured everything.
Chisaki stared at the footage.
His lips trembled.
His hands, for the first time, shook.
"…She's awakened."
He turned to the scientist beside him.
"Contact All For One."
At the same time—
Bakugo entered Izuku's old apartment.
Key from Aizawa.Permission from no one.
He dug through the hidden drawers.Lifted loose floorboards.
And found a laptop.
Password protected.
Voice-locked.
Midoriya's voice.
But Bakugo was already prepared.
He played a clip he'd taken from an old sports festival speech.
The voice matched.
The laptop unlocked.
Files spilled open.
Labeled.
Color-coded.
Bakugo. Todoroki. Aizawa. Shigaraki. Dabi. Eri. All Might.
One folder blinked red:
"DO NOT OPEN UNLESS I'M DEAD."
Bakugo opened it anyway.
Inside—
Video logs.
Footage of events that hadn't happened.
Fights. Betrayals. Deaths.
And in all of them—
Midoriya.
Older. Stronger.Tired.
Carrying the world.
Alone.
Bakugo sat back.
Eyes wide.
And for the first time in his life—
He didn't feel angry.
He felt terrified.
End of Chapter 11