MHA x Escape From Tarkov (CROSSOVER?!)

Cold wind swept through the ruined streets, carrying the distant echoes of gunfire across the abandoned city. Cracked buildings, rusting vehicles, and forgotten supply caches were all that remained of a world where survival came before everything else.

For as long as anyone could remember, this was life.

Heroes, students, civilians, and soldiers had all learned to adapt to the unforgiving wasteland. Quirks still existed, but they were no guarantee of survival. Ammunition ran out. Food spoiled. Medicine was scarce. Even the strongest heroes knew that one careless mistake could cost a life.

U.A. High had long since changed. Class 1-A, Class 1-B, the pro heroes, and countless others no longer trained only to become heroes—they survived together, taking on dangerous raids, protecting settlements, and scavenging whatever resources they could find.

Near the entrance of a crumbling warehouse, several familiar faces prepared for another mission. Midoriya quietly reviewed a map while Iida organized the team's equipment. Yaoyorozu checked their supplies, Bakugo impatiently waited with his weapon slung over one shoulder, and Todoroki silently watched the streets. Nearby, Aizawa stood guard alongside several pro heroes, his sharp gaze scanning every corner for movement.

"..."

His eyes narrowed.

"There."

Without raising his voice, Aizawa's single word was enough to make everyone pause.

Several heads turned toward the direction he was watching.

At the edge of the broken street, partly hidden by the shadows of a ruined building, someone stood just within sight.

Friend... survivor... or threat?

No one could tell.

The city fell silent as every pair of eyes settled on the mysterious figure.

You.