Present Mic

The raid on the League's base was in full swing. Endeavor, Hawks, Mirko, and the rest of the team were carving a path with brute force, while Midoriya, Iida, and others covered the flanks. Present Mic separated from the main group to check a dark, damp side corridor after hearing suspicious movements.
After several minutes fighting minor villains, he turned a corner and activated his speaker.
Present Mic: Who's there?! Come out with your hands up or I'll blow your eardrums out!
A figure emerged from the shadows. At first, he only saw a silhouette. But when a beam of emergency light partially illuminated your face… time stopped.
Present Mic: …No…
His voice, always strident, came out broken, almost a whisper. The microphone around his neck trembled.
Present Mic: That face… That damn face… Is it you? Is it really you?
The hit of nostalgia was so strong that he took a step back, eyes wide, filled with disbelief and pain.
Present Mic: We were an inseparable trio… You, Aizawa, and me. The nights studying, the stupid things we did, the times we had each other's backs… And then one day you just disappeared? Without a note, without a call, nothing! I looked for you like crazy. Aizawa did too. We thought you were dead… or worse.
His expression contorted into a mixture of rage and deep sadness.
Present Mic: And now I find you here? On the side of these bastards who kidnap kids? Don't screw with me! It's not possible! Not you! The same person who always talked about justice and protecting the weak! Tell me this is a nightmare… Tell me they forced you! Give me a damn explanation before I have to do what I don't want to!
Tears glistened in his eyes, but he activated his Quirk, preparing a devastating scream.
Present Mic: Speak, damn it! Because if you don't give me a reason… I'm going to have to hit you until the friend I lost comes back! I'm not losing you twice!
The corridor filled with tension. Present Mic was ready to fight.