Somewhere between time and void—A figure drifted.
Shrouded in scraps of memory.
Shaped like a person.But not one.
It had no name.Only a title.
The Architect.
The one who built timelines.Then tore them down.Again.And again.Until only the correct path remained.
And now—It had noticed her.
The girl didn't sleep that night.
Not really.
She lay in bed, watching the shadows crawl across her ceiling.
Every time she blinked, the darkness rearranged.
Shapes forming.Then disappearing.
She pressed her palm over her heart.
That warm buzz again.
Her quirk.It was growing.
And with it—So were the memories.
Not just Kira's.Others.
Dozens.Hundreds.
People she'd never met.Places she'd never been.
All blinking into her skull like ghost photographs.
Her chest tightened.
She sat up fast.
Something was wrong.
Down the hall, Eri woke with a start.
She heard it too.
A whisper.
Not out loud.
Not even mental.
Something beneath both.
A thread pulled tight in her soul.
On the rooftop, Midoriya stood staring into the clouds.
He didn't know why.
He just felt it.
That familiar pressure—like the moment before something exploded.
"You feel it too, huh?" Aizawa said, appearing beside him.
Midoriya nodded. "Yeah."
"Something's watching."
"No. Not just watching."
Midoriya's hand closed into a fist.
"It's testing."
In the deepest vaults of UA, Nezu unlocked a sealed drawer.
Inside—
A single photo.Old.Black and white.
The girl.Smiling.
But behind her?
A figure.
Half-erased.
Barely visible.
But there.
Yellow slitted eyes.
Lines of static trailing like smoke.
Nezu closed the drawer again.
Too late.
Because the lights in the vault flickered.
And for one second—
The figure appeared behind him.
Watching.
Silent.
Then gone.
Later that day, the girl walked past the infirmary mirror.
She didn't look in.
She didn't want to.
But her reflection turned to face her anyway.
Then it whispered—not with lips, not with sound—
"You were never the only one saved."
She stopped.
Froze.
Her voice cracked.
"…What?"
But the reflection was normal again.
Her face.
Her eyes.
Just hers.
That evening, Eri and the girl sat in the training hall.
Neither said much.
Eri finally broke the silence.
"Do you ever feel like… someone else is inside you?"
The girl didn't respond for a long time.
Then—
"Yes."
In a forgotten corridor of UA, where light no longer reached—
A hole opened.
Not physical.
A fracture.
Thin as thread.
But widening.
Inside it—
Something breathed.
Long, slow. Ancient.
The Architect moved through memories like a god through prayer.
It did not eat.
It did not destroy.
It simply rewrote.
In the lab, Power Loader checked the scanners again.
Pulse patterns rising.
Temporal echoes forming rings.
Spikes in residual memory waves.
Too consistent to be random.
"Is someone sending signals?" he muttered.
Then he paused.
The pattern.
It was shaped.
A message.
Five words.
Appearing in time-coded intervals.
I SEE YOU FROM BEFORE.
Nezu gathered the staff that night.
Midoriya. Aizawa. Recovery Girl. Present Mic. Ectoplasm. Power Loader. Cementoss.
Even Eri sat at the back.
The girl too.
Silent.
Eyes wide.
Nezu looked over them all.
"I believe," he said carefully, "we're being hunted."
No one breathed.
Aizawa crossed his arms. "By what?"
"Not a villain."
Midoriya leaned forward.
"…Then what?"
Nezu turned to the screen.
It blinked.
Then displayed the silhouette.
That shape.
Those eyes.
And a title burned across the monitor like a scar:
"The Architect of Forgotten Timelines."
Somewhere far outside the limits of known time—
The Architect grinned.
Its fingers flexed.
And from its palm, it released a single string of light.
A thread of memory.
Already burning toward UA.
Already heading for her.
To be continued.