The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the hospital room window, bathing the room in a serene silver hue. I blinked a few times, the fog of sleep slowly lifting from my mind. The sterile smell of the room, the faint beeping of a heart monitor nearby—it all reminded me where I was.

I sat up slightly, wincing at the dull ache in my body. My muscles felt heavy, bruised and battered from the battle, but I was alive. That alone felt like a miracle. I let out a slow breath, leaning back against the pillows as my eyes wandered to the window.

The moon hung high in the sky, its light illuminating the quiet world outside. A peacefulness I hadn't felt in days settled over me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself relax. My gaze stayed fixed on the moonlight, and memories of the USJ incident began to flood my mind.

The villains, the chaos, the Nomu... It all came rushing back in vivid detail. The fear, the adrenaline, the sheer desperation to survive. But above all, I remembered the fight.

I had fought.

Not just survived. I had fought.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I recalled the Nomu's immense strength and how it had loomed over me like an unstoppable force. Yet, despite being quirkless, despite the odds stacked impossibly high against me, I had stood my ground. My parkour skills, my agility, my speed, my wit—all of it had come together in that moment. And I'd done it.

I'd won.

The thought made my chest swell with a sense of pride I hadn't felt before. Sure, I was exhausted, my body beaten and bruised, but it didn't matter. For the first time, I felt... invincible.

I reached up and touched the bandages on my arm, where Aizawa's dagger had been strapped. That moment, when he'd handed me his weapon and told me to survive—it had been a turning point. Aizawa-sensei believed in me, even when the logical choice would have been to tell me to run.

I didn't run.

My smile widened as I remembered the way the Nomu had collapsed, how the villains had panicked, how I had managed to buy enough time for the heroes to arrive. I had saved my teacher, my classmates, and possibly myself.

The realization hit me hard: I needed more.

More training. More tools. More knowledge.

The parkour skills I had worked so hard to master were an incredible foundation, but I needed to build on them. Weapons—Aizawa's dagger had been a lifesaver, and I realized I needed something like that of my own. Something that could give me an edge in situations where speed and agility weren't enough.

I clenched my fists, feeling the bandages tighten against my palms.

This was just the beginning.

If I wanted to keep up, to stand on equal ground with my classmates and protect those I cared about, I couldn't settle for what I was now. My fight against the Nomu had shown me that I was capable, but it had also exposed my weaknesses.

And that was okay. Because now I knew what I needed to work on.

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. The others would probably call me crazy if they knew what I was thinking right now. After all, I had barely survived, and here I was already planning how to improve.

But I didn't care.

The memory of standing victorious over the Nomu, of hearing the villains' shocked cries, of knowing that I had saved lives—that feeling was worth everything.

The moonlight seemed brighter now, as if it was encouraging me, pushing me forward. I felt a surge of determination, stronger than anything I'd ever felt before.

I wasn't just quirkless anymore.

I was a fighter.

A survivor.

And one day, I'd be a hero.

For now, though, I let myself savor the moment. The calm after the storm. The quiet victory I held close to my heart.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new battles to face. But tonight, as I lay back down and let the moonlight wash over me, I allowed myself to feel proud.

I had fought.

And I had won.