The next day dawned with a sense of urgency hanging over UA High School. The faculty had gathered in the underground control room, a place usually reserved for high-level discussions and emergencies. Aizawa stood at the front, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the small device sitting on the table before him—a hologram projector that had been found in Anderson’s room after his departure. It was the only clue they had to understand the terrifying future he had seen.
All Might, standing beside him, wore a serious expression, his usual smile nowhere to be found. "This might be our only chance to understand what drove Anderson to such lengths," he said, his voice low and filled with concern. "We need to see this."
Nezu, perched on the table, nodded solemnly. “Indeed. We must tread carefully, but we cannot afford to be ignorant of what’s coming.”
With a deep breath, Aizawa activated the projector. The room darkened as the device whirred to life, projecting a large, three-dimensional image into the air. The scene that unfolded before them was nothing short of horrifying.
The hologram displayed a war-torn landscape, buildings crumbling, fires raging uncontrollably. The sky was dark, filled with ominous clouds and the distant echoes of battle. Amidst the chaos, heroes fought desperately against an overwhelming force—villains led by All For One and the League of Villains. The faculty watched in stunned silence as familiar faces flashed before them, heroes they knew falling in battle, their bodies broken and bloodied.
"This... This is..." Present Mic's voice faltered, his usual energy replaced by shock and dread.
In the center of the battlefield, Anderson appeared, his form battered and bruised, yet still fighting with everything he had. His eyes, glowing with an eerie, blood-red light, were filled with pain and determination. But no matter how many villains he struck down, more kept coming, an endless wave that threatened to consume him.
Aizawa clenched his fists as he watched the hologram, recognizing the faces of his students among the fallen. He saw Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, and even Midoriya, all lying motionless on the ground, their bodies surrounded by destruction. It was a massacre, the very future Anderson had tried so desperately to prevent.
"This is why he left," All Might murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "He saw this... this nightmare. He saw us all dying because of him."
The hologram shifted, showing Anderson standing over the lifeless bodies of his friends, his face contorted in anguish. The villains taunted him, their laughter echoing through the chaos. All For One's voice, deep and menacing, rang out. "You thought you could change the future, boy? You thought you could save them? But you only delayed the inevitable. They died because of you."
Anderson screamed, a sound filled with raw pain and helplessness. The projection showed him dropping to his knees, his hands covered in the blood of his friends. The red glow in his eyes dimmed as he whispered, “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...”
The faculty members exchanged looks of horror and sorrow. The weight of Anderson’s visions settled heavily upon them. He had seen a future where no matter what he did, his friends would die, and he would be powerless to stop it. His decision to leave UA, to protect them by distancing himself, suddenly made perfect sense.
"He was trying to bear this burden alone," Cementoss said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "He thought that leaving was the only way to save us."
Nezu, usually composed, looked visibly shaken. "We underestimated the depth of his quirk’s power and the toll it must have taken on him. Anderson saw too much, felt too much. It’s no wonder he believed he had no choice but to leave."
As the hologram continued to play, it displayed the final moments of Anderson’s vision. The battlefield faded, replaced by an image of Anderson standing alone in a desolate wasteland. His eyes, once filled with hope and determination, were now hollow, devoid of any light. The vision ended with Anderson looking directly into the camera, his voice a broken whisper: “I failed. I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t save anyone.”
The projector shut off, leaving the room in darkness once more. A heavy silence hung in the air as the reality of what they had witnessed sank in. Anderson’s visions weren’t just warnings—they were a glimpse into a possible future, one filled with unimaginable loss and despair.
Aizawa finally broke the silence, his voice steady but filled with resolve. “We can’t let this future come to pass. Anderson left because he believed it was the only way to protect us, but he’s wrong. The only way we stand a chance against this is if we face it together.”
All Might nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with determination. “We must find Anderson, not just to bring him back, but to show him that he doesn’t have to carry this burden alone. We’ll fight this future together, and we’ll change it.”
Nezu looked around at the gathered faculty, his voice firm. “We have a responsibility to ensure that Anderson’s visions do not come to fruition. We must prepare ourselves, the students, and most importantly, we must find Anderson before it’s too late.”
The room buzzed with a newfound sense of urgency and determination. Anderson might have left to protect them, but now they knew the truth. The only way to protect everyone, to prevent the devastating future he had seen, was to stand united.
As the faculty dispersed to begin their preparations, a single thought echoed through their minds: Anderson was out there, alone and afraid, believing he had to sacrifice everything to save them. But they wouldn’t let him walk this dark path by himself. They would find him, no matter the cost, and together, they would forge a new future—one where no one had to fight alone.
