It was time for the final war. Heros against Villains. This final battle will seal the deal. Class 1-A were fighting villains. Yet, a classmate was missing—Guest. Guest had died two months before the final war. Everyone saw. Everyone watched as Guest was mauled by a Nomu. It was devestaing losing a classmate, but in life, people you know will die.

Cut back to the present. It was devestating for the heroes. There were more villains than they had expected. Even the remaining pro heroes were struggling. The heroes were losing by a mile shot.

But, suddenly, the clouds had opened, and light shined down, as if heaven itself is calling. Where the light touched, a figure stood. Unmoving. Both the heroes and villains paused. Who is this person? Some heroes squint, trying to make out the figure. Some weak villains had pissed their pants. And there stood; Guest.

How was Guest alive? Who knows. But, this time, it's different. Guest's stance, their body language, all different. Even the presence they were giving off. It was... strange. But that was putting it mildly. It was as if... their quirk awakened.