The sky over UA shimmered.
Light bent wrong at the edges.Colors flickered where they shouldn't.Birdsong played backward for a moment—then stopped.
Something had changed.Something permanent.
The girl stared at her hands.
They wouldn't stop trembling.
Eri sat beside her. Silent. Watchful.
Her horn had dimmed.But the light in her eyes hadn't.
"I saw him," the girl whispered. "I saw the Architect."
Midoriya and Aizawa stood across the room.Listening.
Midoriya stepped forward.Careful.
"What did he say?"
The girl looked up.
And said the truth.
"That I was never meant to exist."
A heavy silence followed.
Then Aizawa turned to Recovery Girl.
"I want a full scan. Now."
Recovery Girl nodded.
"Of her?"
"No."
"Of the timeline."
Meanwhile, in the abandoned outskirts of Hosu City—Where nothing should have been living—
Time folded inward.
And three figures stepped out.
All wore versions of the same uniform.All had quirks that pulsed strangely.
But none of them belonged to this world.
The first one, a girl with mismatched eyes, whispered:
"She's waking up faster than expected."
The second, a boy with static flickering off his skin, nodded.
"The Architect will be forced to escalate."
The third, the tallest, simply raised his hand.
A watch melted down his wrist like mercury.
"She'll need allies. Or containment."
Then he looked up.
Toward UA.
And smiled.
Back at UA, Power Loader screamed into the comms:
"I'm reading foreign signature overlaps!"
Cementoss slammed the emergency switch.
Alarms flared.Walls locked.Scanners activated.
But Nezu was already on-screen, eyes narrowed.
"Containment is no longer an option," he said quietly."The timeline has declared war."
In her dorm, the girl opened her sketchbook.
But the pages were already filled.
She hadn't drawn anything.
Yet every page told a story.
A version of her—
Smiling beside villains.Dying in a dark lab.Saving a city with wings she didn't have.
Each life ended the same way:
"Erased by the Architect."
She turned one more page.
This one was blank.
And for the first time—
She reached for a pencil.
"I decide what comes next."
In the timeline vault beneath UA—
Recovery Girl and Power Loader stared at the central screen.
It showed a web of branching lines.
And one glowing point pulsing at the center.
"She's become a living divergence," Recovery Girl murmured."She's not part of time anymore."
Power Loader nodded slowly.
"She's becoming… something else."
That night—
She dreamed again.
But this time, she wasn't alone.
The three intruders from Hosu stood before her.
Each one with eyes like hers.Heavy. Bright. Burdened.
The girl stepped back.
"Who are you?"
The tall one stepped forward.
"We're what happens when the Architect fails."
The static-skinned boy followed:
"We're you. In different shapes."
Then the girl with mismatched eyes raised her hand—
And the dream around them shattered.
She woke to screaming.
Outside.
Real.
Eri was already at her side.
"It's here," she said.
No fear.Only readiness.
Outside the dorm—
Midoriya stood at the front gates.
A crack in the sky pulsed above him.
The Architect's signature.
And beneath it—
A copy of someone they knew.
Bakugo.
But… wrong.
His eyes were reversed.His body flickered like a puppet.
A timeline recreation.
Built from corrupted memory.
Built for war.
The Architect didn't send an army.
It sent possibilities.
Each one deadlier than the real thing.
Because they never lost.
Sirens wailed.Lights cut the night.Teachers raced forward.
But as the girl stepped outside—
The first echo of battle was already unfolding.
Bakugo's double raised one hand.
Time slowed.
And his mouth moved with a voice that didn't belong to him.
"She doesn't get to exist."
Then the ground exploded.
To be continued.