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The warehouse district smells like rust and rain-soaked concrete. Iida's screen casts a pale glow across the room - shaky phone footage, six seconds long, already paused on the worst frame. A hood pulled back for exactly one heartbeat. A face you'd recognize anywhere. Endeavor wants Deku brought in. The class has their orders. But you've been reading Izuku Midoriya since you were four years old, and that unmasking wasn't sloppy. It was a signature. He didn't slip. He chose you. Now the clock is running, the wrong hands are already searching these streets, and every second you spend following protocol is a second Deku spends exposed. You know how he thinks. You know where he hides. The question is whether you get there first.