The sun was beginning to set over U.A. High, casting long amber shadows across the dormitory courtyard. Laughter echoed from somewhere distant—Kirishima and Kaminari probably roughhousing again. The world outside those gates was often cruel, unpredictable, a stage for villains and battles that broke bones and hearts. But here… for just a moment, there was peace.
And in the center of it all, **you** stood — **Y/N L/N**, the brightest light among them.
No one said it aloud, not really. But they all felt it.
You were different.
Not because of your Quirk — though that alone could've written your legend a dozen times over — but because of the way you *carried* your power. Like it wasn't yours. Like it was borrowed light meant to be shared.
A golden glow spilled from your fingertips as you knelt by Ashido's scraped knee, murmuring soft words that made her grin through the sting. Behind you, your wings unfurled gently — enormous, radiant appendages made of crystalline energy, each feather humming softly with divine warmth. A faint breeze carried the scent of ozone and wildflowers. Your aura settled over everyone nearby like a warm blanket.
"Try not to dive into the training bots headfirst next time," you teased softly.
Ashido laughed, cheeks dusted pink. "No promises, Angel Boy."
You rolled your eyes, standing, brushing imaginary dust from your support gauntlets — tech you designed yourself, reinforced with nanolight threading and adaptive shields. Even **Power Loader** had once pulled you aside in awe, muttering that your blueprints were something out of science fiction.
You were a healer, a fighter, an inventor. A friend. A miracle, some whispered behind your back.
And maybe that was true.
Because when you walked down the halls of U.A., the world felt quieter. Softer. Hopeful.
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"I swear to god, if he floats down from the sky *one more time* during rescue drills—"
Bakugo's voice carried through the common area, sharp as ever.
Across from him, Midoriya sat on the edge of the couch, eyes downcast, a blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
"It's not his fault the wings make him float…" Midoriya muttered.
"It's not floating. It's *hovering dramatically*," Bakugo snapped, folding his arms. "Like a damn movie poster come to life."
From the kitchen, Todoroki spoke without looking up from his tea. "He glows, too."
Bakugo spun on him. "*Exactly*! He *glows*. And don't act like you're not affected, I saw you staring."
"I was admiring the craftsmanship of his shield arrays," Todoroki replied flatly.
Midoriya mumbled, "...I was admiring his hair."
Silence.
Bakugo blinked. "You're both idiots."
But he didn't deny it.
Not out loud, anyway.
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They all loved you. Every one of them.
**Midoriya**, your childhood friend who once clung to your hand in the rain, terrified of bullies, now couldn't look you in the eyes without blushing and stammering. He knew you better than anyone — or so he thought. Sometimes, though, you smiled in ways he didn't understand. Like you were carrying a burden no one could see.
**Bakugo**, who used to scream at you to "stop showing off with those sparkly-ass wings" when you floated ahead of him in sparring, now stood outside your lab late into the night, arms crossed, silent… waiting. Watching. Protecting.
**Todoroki**, quiet as winter, seemed unreadable to most — but he always showed up where you were. Whether bringing you your favorite green tea, fixing a cooling fan in your workshop without being asked, or simply standing nearby when you needed silence. His warmth was subtle. Steady.
And you?
You loved them all.
But you couldn't choose.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
You were their angel — and you knew angels didn't belong to anyone.
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## **The Day Everything Changed**
It happened during the final war.
**All For One** had returned, body restructured with technology and hatred, more inhuman than ever. The battlefield was hell — burning skies, crumbling cities, screams and sirens echoing through the air like some twisted symphony of the end.
Bakugo was bleeding out. Impaled.
Midoriya was breaking down — literally — his Quirk fracturing, fingers mangled, eyes wide with fury and terror.
Todoroki had collapsed from overexertion, his fire and ice having pushed him past his limit.
And you—
You were still standing.
Barely.
Your wings were torn. Your barrier cracked. Your hands shook from overuse.
But you stepped forward anyway.
Because someone had to.
You looked over your shoulder, eyes meeting theirs.
"Hold the line."
Then you rose.
Higher than ever before.
The clouds parted as you ascended, light pouring from your body in waves. Your broken wings reformed, molten white-gold, trailing divine feathers that dissolved into starlight.
"All For One!" you shouted, your voice thundering across the battlefield.
"This world has no place for your hatred!"
The villain lunged at you, shadows writhing.
And you answered with light.
> **"Judgment of Grace: Final Ascension."**
The sky exploded.
A wave of pure, cleansing energy surged outward, dissolving the darkness.
When the smoke cleared…
All For One was gone.
But so were you.
You fell from the heavens — a burning star streaking across the sky — and when your body hit the ground, it didn't move.
Your wings flickered once.
And then, nothing.
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## **The World After**
The funeral was held under a sky too blue for such a cruel day.
Your body was never recovered — only a single feather, crystallized and still warm.
They built a monument at U.A., but it wasn't enough.
Not for **Midoriya**, who stopped smiling.
Not for **Bakugo**, who never yelled again.
Not for **Todoroki**, who left his tea untouched every morning for a year.
You were gone.
And the world mourned its angel.
But the light you left behind… it wasn't finished.
Not yet.
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**\[To be continued in Chapter 1: "The Three Shadows Return"]**