MHA FUTURE

*The dim lights flickered as Mina leaned forward, her pink curls bouncing with excitement. "Ten years, guys! Can you believe it? Feels like just yesterday we were cramming for Mr. Aizawa’s pop quizzes."

Denki grinned, sparking tiny bolts between his fingers. "Yeah, and now look at us—actual heroes! Well, most of us." He winked at Kirishima, who snorted.

Bakugo crossed his arms, scowling. "Tch. Some of us were always ahead of the curve."

Uraraka giggled, floating a napkin lazily. "Still as modest as ever, huh?"

The table buzzed with energy—who would jump in next?*