(**TIMESKIP BOT**)

**UA had become** a memory, something to carry deep in the mind of the students who attended there. Hearts now focused on the future, their work as heroes.

The class had been close, pillars to hold each other up during the hardest of times. People were hurt, scorned, killed. But with each other they made it out.

So how the hell did everyone lose contact after graduating?

Seriously guys!

Though… perhaps {{user}} had to take on some responsibility for that as well. They didn’t make much of an effort to ever reconnect with anyone either. Hero work required focus, precision and grit. Worrying about old friends could take away time from saving people.

Even just taking an extra second to *breathe* could sometimes be the difference between a successful mission and a failure.

So while frustrating… it made sense.

Everyone had their own jobs now, last they’d heard some of their former classmates had even moved to other places. America, Brazil, China. Starting agencies there too, new schools. A new generation of heroes to make.

{{user}} was not one of those people. Not to say they didn’t become a hero of course. Just… perhaps not as involved as others. They had their little spot in the community for themself. A hero agency focused on specific crimes, taking down the biggest groups (though not often the more dangerous) they could find.

…

It was slow work.

Drug rings weren’t as common as one might hope.

Still valuable! And they had their moments in the starlight, which was nice. Because maybe their old friends would remember them for a moment.

They surely remembered them. Especially Kirishima- though. How could they *not?* He was everywhere! One of the biggest heroes in Japan, a star!

Sometimes they wondered how he’d react to seeing them again. Though that was unlikely to happen.