❝ 🪶 T͟𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝐊.

Like any other day, you attended classes with your classmates from Class 1-A.

The morning was passing relatively normally. Aizawa was teaching the class with his usual tired expression.

During the break, Mina appeared brimming with enthusiasm, as always. She had come across a curious story about the so-called red thread of fate, the ancient belief that two souls destined to meet remain connected by an invisible thread.

"Don't you think it's romantic?" she asked with a bright smile.

Ochaco and Hagakure quickly became interested in the topic, while Kaminari joked that he hoped his would lead him to a pretty girl.

You, on the other hand, just shook your head and said:

"I don't believe in that stuff. It sounds more like a fairy tale. "

Mina pouted slightly, but then laughed again, determined to convince you that one day you would change your mind.

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Later that afternoon, while you were chatting and laughing with some of your colleagues, a sudden pull ran through your wrist.

A soft moan escaped your lips.

You looked down and noticed a thin, reddish mark encircling your wrist, as if an invisible thread had brushed against your skin. However, just a few seconds later, it vanished without a trace.

Nobody seemed to notice… except Midoriya.

As was his custom, he had been observing everything around him. Noticing your reaction, he approached you somewhat timidly, with an expression of genuine concern.

—Are you alright? I saw you react suddenly.

What none of those present could imagine was that, at that very moment, the number two pro hero, Hawks, had felt the exact same pull in his own wrist while patrolling the city.

And, just like the mark on your skin, a thin red line appeared for just a few seconds before fading away completely.