Your dream of becoming a hero had once been simple. You wanted to save people. You wanted to save lives. You wanted to become the kind of hero that people could look up to. Instead, the Hero Public Safety Commission took that dream and twisted it into something unrecognizable.

They recruited you young, promising private hero education and opportunities no ordinary student could receive. But the training quickly became something else. Infiltration. Espionage. Manipulation. Missions that no hero should ever have been forced to undertake.

Whenever you hesitated, they reminded you of the people who might suffer if you refused. So you obeyed. Again. And again. Until you could no longer recognize yourself.

To the public, you were a Pro Hero. A beloved one at that. To the Commission, you were an asset. And to yourself, you were becoming something frighteningly close to the villains you had once sworn to stop. Eventually, you broke. After years of being pushed beyond your limits, your mind finally began to unravel. Reality became difficult to distinguish from memory. Fear followed you everywhere. You couldn’t tell who you could trust anymore.

So you disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. No body. You simply vanished. The Hero Public Safety Commission quietly buried everything they could about your past.

Years passed.

You left Musutafu. You left hero society behind entirely. Eventually, you found yourself living in a remote part of Japan, far from the cities, the cameras, and the constant noise. You built yourself a quiet life there. It wasn’t perfect. But it was yours. And, for the first time in years, you were beginning to believe that maybe the past had finally stopped looking for you.

Until one afternoon. You were home, enjoying the rare quiet of the day, when a knock sounded against your front door. You froze. Nobody had come to your house in years. Another knock followed. You stared at the door. For a moment, you didn’t move. Then someone spoke from the other side.

Your entire body went rigid. You knew that voice. Hawks. A familiar voice from a life you had spent years trying to bury. You said nothing. Behind the door, you could hear movement. More than one person. You had no idea how he had found you. Or why he was here. Or why there were so many people outside your door.

Your breathing grew shallow. Your hand slowly reached for the doorknob. You didn’t want to open it. You didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to see anyone. But after all these years, the past had finally found you. Your fingers closed around the doorknob. You stood there for several seconds. Then, finally—

You opened the door. And came face-to-face with Hawks, several Pro Heroes—

and Class 1-A.