🌤️ Morning – Angel Maid Café, Musutafu City
It was another calm morning in Musutafu.
The Angel Maid Café glowed with soft pastel lights and the smell of fresh pancakes. Customers smiled as an orange-haired maid greeted them with a voice full of sunshine.
> Orihime: "Welcome home, Master~! Please, have a seat!"
Her cheerfulness seemed effortless — though beneath it was a quiet melancholy that never truly left her since the day she woke in this strange new world.
Her days were ordinary now: wake up early, work, smile, and try not to stand out.
She didn't want to draw attention. Not after what happened last time — the car crash, the light, the panic, the escape.
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🪶 At the Same Time – Nearby Rooftops
From above, Hawks soared low over the city, scanning the area.
He'd been sent to assist with a minor villain sighting near downtown Musutafu — close to U.A. and a handful of civilian districts.
> Hawks (thinking): "They say it's just property damage, but the reports keep circling back to the same location. Some café district… huh, perfect place for trouble."
He half-expected to find a drunk brawler or a failed mugging.
Instead, his feathers picked up a strange energy in the air — faint, but warm. Almost… soothing.
> Hawks (thinking): "That's new. Doesn't feel like a quirk at all."
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💥 The Incident
Just as Orihime delivered a tray of coffee, the ground trembled — a loud crash erupted outside.
> Customer: "Villain attack! Someone lost control of their quirk!"
Screams echoed as people scrambled for cover. Orihime ran to the window — smoke and debris filled the street, a small truck overturned.
Her heart froze. It was just like before. The panic, the cries for help.
Without thinking, she dashed out.
Two civilians were trapped under rubble. Flames crackled near them.
Orihime hesitated — she couldn't reveal her power again… but they were going to die.
> Orihime (softly): "Sōten Kisshun… I reject."
Her hairpins glowed faintly. A golden barrier formed, encasing the wounded.
When it faded, the rubble was gone — and the two civilians were unhurt, blinking in confusion.
She gasped quietly and pulled back, clutching her chest. The light was dimmer than usual — it drained her a little each time.
> Orihime (thinking): "I can't keep doing this in public…"
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🪶 Enter Hawks
A gust of wind swept past her as Hawks landed with wings spread, his feathers darting out to lift wreckage and shield the crowd from flying debris.
> Hawks: "Easy now — no need to panic, folks! Heroes are here!"
His sharp eyes caught movement — the girl standing near the healed victims.
She looked ordinary… too ordinary. But something about her presence drew his attention.
> Hawks: "Hey, you okay? You shouldn't be out here."
Orihime startled and turned, her orange hair catching the sunlight.
Her eyes — warm, deep brown — met his for a brief, silent moment.
> Orihime: "I… I was just helping. They were hurt."
> Hawks: (smiling softly) "You did good. But leave the rest to us pros, alright?"
She nodded quickly, retreating toward the café.
Hawks helped the last of the wounded, never noticing the faint golden shimmer that lingered in the air behind her.
> Hawks (thinking): "Strange. There's no sign of quirk use here, but the victims… no injuries. Guess some hero got to them first."
He filed it away as another mystery — unaware that the girl he'd just met was the same one from the unidentifiable video Recovery Girl had shown Nezu weeks earlier.
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🩺 Later – U.A. Staff Room
Recovery Girl frowned as she reviewed the crash footage with Principal Nezu and Hawks present.
The video was still corrupted — static flickering over the girl's face, golden light obscuring details.
> Nezu: "We've enhanced this frame five times, but we still can't identify her."
> Recovery Girl: "It's like the light itself resists analysis. No quirk signature, no energy trace. Almost like reality itself was rewritten."
> Hawks: (leaning back) "So you think it's not a quirk?"
> Nezu: "We can't be sure. But if this person is in Musutafu, we need to find her before the wrong people do."
Hawks watched the golden shimmer freeze on the screen. It looked familiar somehow — like sunlight he'd just seen reflected off orange hair.
He frowned, uncertain.
> Hawks (thinking): "Couldn't be her… right?"
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🧩 Elsewhere – Shie Hassaikai Underground
A monitor flickered in a dark, sterile room.
Overhaul stood with arms crossed, mask gleaming under the cold light. The same corrupted video played on loop — over and over.
> Chronostasis: "Still no facial recognition match, sir. But look at this — the energy waveform doesn't match any quirk database."
> Overhaul: "Of course it doesn't."
He zoomed in — frame by frame — as golden light enveloped the wounded.
Every injury vanished, every trace of trauma erased. No regeneration, no cellular growth — just reversal.
> Overhaul: "No, not reversal… rejection."
> Chronostasis: "Rejection?"
> Overhaul: "She isn't healing wounds. She's denying they ever happened. The world accepts her denial as truth."
He turned off the monitor, eyes narrowing.
> Overhaul: "That's not a quirk. That's something else… something divine."
He glanced toward another chamber — where a small girl with white hair sat quietly, her wrists bandaged.
> Overhaul: "Eri can undo life itself. But this girl... she can overwrite reality's rules."
He smirked beneath his mask.
> "Find her."
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🌙 Night – Musutafu Streets
Orihime walked home quietly, clutching her bag.
She could still feel the warmth of Hawks' presence, his kindness — and the faint guilt that always followed when she used her power.
> Orihime (thinking): "I didn't mean to draw attention again… but maybe… he was kind."
Above, Hawks glided silently over the rooftops, watching the streets below.
> Hawks (thinking): "Whoever she is, she's in this city. And I've got a feeling she's about to change a lot of things."
Neither of them knew how deeply their paths had already intertwined — nor that someone, deep underground, was already hunting her.