New World (My Hero Academy)

Adults Gathering

(All Might's POV)

As Layla slept, the adults gathered outside the room exchanged concerned glances. Recovery Girl, ever the nurturing presence, leaned in closer to whisper. "She's been through a lot. Physically, she's stable, but emotionally..."

All Might nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the closed door behind which Layla rested. "It's clear she's experienced trauma," he murmured, his voice tinged with empathy. "We need to tread carefully."

Aizawa, his usually stern expression softened by concern, spoke up next. "We don't even know how she ended up here. The circumstances are... unusual, to say the least."

Nezu, the principal of U.A. High, adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. "Indeed. It's as if she appeared out of thin air."

"We must consider the possibility of a Quirk-related incident," All Might mused aloud, his mind racing with possibilities. "But her Quirk, if any, remains a mystery."

Recovery Girl sighed, her brow furrowing with worry lines. "Regardless, she needs stability and support."

"We'll need to notify the authorities and see if anyone is looking for her," Nezu suggested, his tone practical yet compassionate.

All Might glanced at the door once more, his heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. "In the meantime, we'll do everything we can to make her feel safe."

Inside the room, Layla stirred slightly in her sleep, a faint smile crossing her lips. As if sensing the protective presence outside, she felt a fleeting sense of security that she hadn't felt in a long time. It was a fragile beginning, but amidst the uncertainty, Layla had found allies who were willing to stand by her side.

And as the night deepened, the teachers of U.A. High School remained vigilant, their minds filled with questions and concerns, but also with a determination to provide Layla with the care and support she desperately needed. For in the world of heroes, they knew that true strength lay not just in power, but in compassion and understanding.

(Third person POV)

The night wore on, and the teachers of U.A. High School continued their vigil outside Layla's room. All Might, feeling a pang of empathy for Layla's plight, recalled his own struggles and the mentors who had guided him through dark times. He knew that Layla needed more than just physical care—she needed reassurance, understanding, and a sense of belonging.

"She's been through so much," All Might murmured, his voice barely audible in the quiet hallway. "We have to help her find her way."

Recovery Girl nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hallway lamps. "We can't rush this process. She needs time to heal, emotionally as well as physically."

Aizawa, standing with his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on the door, spoke up in his typically pragmatic manner. "We'll need to investigate how she ended up here. This isn't something that happens every day."

Nezu, the wise principal with his keen intellect, added, "We'll coordinate with the authorities discreetly. In the meantime, we must ensure Layla feels safe and supported."

As they discussed their plans, the teachers exchanged ideas and strategies, each bringing their own expertise to the table. All Might couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. He had faced many formidable foes in his hero career, but none compared to the silent battles fought by individuals like Layla, battling inner demons and scars that weren't visible to the eye.

Inside the room, Layla's dreams drifted in and out of memories and fears. She felt a strange comfort, sensing the presence of caring adults just beyond the door. It was a stark contrast to the harshness of her previous life, where love and support were scarce commodities.

In her dreams, she saw flashes of faces—All Might's reassuring smile, Recovery Girl's gentle touch, Aizawa's watchful gaze, and Nezu's wise demeanor. They seemed like guardians in her turbulent world, offering a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty.

As dawn approached, the teachers quietly rotated shifts, ensuring someone was always nearby in case Layla needed anything. All Might, reluctant to leave but knowing he needed rest himself, stood outside the room for a moment longer, silently sending a prayer for Layla's well-being.

"We'll do everything we can," he whispered to himself, his voice carrying a promise of protection and support.

And as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, Layla stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the unfamiliar room. Yet this time, there was a glimmer of hope in her heart—a belief that maybe, just maybe, she had found allies who would help her navigate the challenges ahead.

Outside the door, the teachers exchanged knowing glances, their resolve strengthened by Layla's awakening. They knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but together, they were determined to help Layla find her place in their world—a world where heroes stood not just for justice, but for compassion and healing.