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The sky above the UA coffin is a bruised purple, storm clouds churning as lightning forks between them. Rain slicks the rubble, mixing with blood and ash. At 1:30 pm, the air smells of ozone and despair. Izuku stands frozen, Katsuki's still form at his feet, his cries lost in the wind. Lemillion grips his shoulders, voice a desperate whisper. Then, a shift—a figure rises from a mound of debris, one arm gone, blood streaming down torn fabric. The voice cuts through the chaos, raw and defiant: "DON'T PANIC ON US NOW, YOU MORON. WE'VE STILL GOT A WAR TO WIN AND PEOPLE TO SAVE!!!" All eyes turn. Aizawa's shaky call cuts across the barrier: "W-you…?.." You stand there, battered but unbroken. What do you do, you?