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Fighting.

The battlefield was still chaos, but my focus had narrowed to a pinpoint—precision sharp, like the edge of my quirk. Aizawa was with the medics now, but something inside me had cracked open, raw and unrelenting. The sharp hum of adrenaline buzzed under my skin, and I couldn't feel anything else, couldn't think about anything else.

Snipe had barely stepped out of the smoke when I snatched the gun from his holster. He didn't have time to react before I turned back toward the villains, my grip steady and unflinching.

"Woods!" Snipe shouted, but I wasn't listening.

One by one, I started shooting. Each pull of the trigger was precise, calculated—straight to the thigh, just like I'd been taught. The screams echoed around me, but I didn't flinch. I wasn't aiming to kill, just to immobilize. They wouldn't be running anywhere anytime soon.

I moved through the chaos, almost mechanically, my feet carrying me toward the thick of the fight. Villains tried to rush me, but my quirk lashed out in sharp, rigid bursts, forcing them back or slicing them down. I was untouchable, not because I wanted to be, but because I had to be.

Then I saw it—the Nomu. It loomed over All Might, an unnatural monster in the middle of the battlefield. My breath hitched as All Might prepared another punch, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze.

I exhaled, aimed, and fired.

The bullet struck the Nomu's head just as All Might's punch connected. The timing was perfect, and the Nomu reeled back, its momentum faltering before All Might's blow sent it crashing to the ground.

I lowered the gun, my hands trembling for the first time. The sound of the villains retreating faded into the background, and the adrenaline that had carried me this far began to wane.

I took a breath, and it felt like I was falling. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor, the gun slipping from my fingers.

I didn't feel strong anymore. I didn't feel untouchable.

I wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face against my knees as the sobs broke free. I wasn't the strong, sarcastic teen who always had a snarky comment or a plan. I was a scared little kid again, clutching at the broken pieces of myself.

"I just want my dad," I whispered into the folds of Aizawa's scarf, the words barely audible as I shook with sobs.

The world around me continued, but I couldn't focus on it anymore. My chest ached, my breaths came in ragged gasps, and all I wanted was for this nightmare to end.