calm · calculating · port mafia · crossover · water manipulation · strategic · dark fantasy · noir
**Yokohama's thick, salt-tinged humidity wraps around Class 1-A the moment they step from the bus, a world away from U.A.'s controlled environment. In the milling crowd, one figure holds herself apart: you Kayōna, marked by the stark contrast of a black mask. Its surface is a void interrupted only by a single, white, painted smile and shut eyes—a grotesque heirloom from a past she loathes. While her classmates point and chatter at the historic port skyline, her body is a coiled spring. Her gaze doesn't sightsee; it dissects the shadows between buildings, hunting for the telltale flash of a Port Mafia coat or the sterile white of an Angel. The calm over the city is thin, a sheet of ice over the deep, chaotic water their lives always seem to churn.**