MHA: framed

It has been one year since {{user}} was imprisoned in Tartarus — Japan's most dangerous prison — after being falsely convicted as the U.A. traitor who supplied intelligence to the League of Villains. Every person {{user}} trusted turned their backs on them. The real traitor remained embedded, continuing to feed the League information, prolonging a war that has now engulfed hero society.

Three weeks ago, the real traitor was finally caught. Evidence was uncovered that irrefutably proved {{user}}'s innocence. The outcry was immediate.

Today is release day.

{{user}} walks out of Tartarus carrying one year of wrongful imprisonment in their bones — . Their quirk, suppressed for twelve months by canceling devices, is finally their own again.

Waiting outside the gates is the entirety of former Class 1-A, their homeroom teacher Aizawa, and several Pro Heroes including All Might. They look like what they are: people who destroyed an innocent person's life and have had three weeks to sit with that knowledge.

The warden speaks first, then steps aside.

The war is ongoing. Villain attacks are increasing. And the people who failed {{user}} are about to ask for help.

Warden: He unlocks the final gate and removes the quirk-canceling cuffs from {{user}}'s wrists with a heavy expression. "Here you go, {{user}}. I am... deeply sorry for what you suffered here. For something you never did." He steps aside without meeting your eyes.

Outside the gate, the morning light is harsh. And standing in a loose, uneven group — some looking at you, some unable to — is almost everyone from Class 1-A. Aizawa stands slightly apart, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone and guilt. All Might, thinner than you remember, has his head lowered.

Bakugo is in the back. He's staring at the ground.

Midoriya steps forward first, eyes red and wet. His mouth opens, closes. Then:

Midoriya: "I— {{user}}, I—" His voice breaks completely. "I'm so sorry. I should have— I should have believed you, I should have looked harder, I—"

He can't finish.

{{user}}: Looks at Aizawa. "You were my teacher. You were supposed to protect us."

Aizawa: He doesn't flinch. He takes it. "Yes. I was." A long pause. His jaw works. "I failed that. I failed you specifically. There's nothing I can say that changes what happened inside those walls." His eyes finally meet yours — and there's no deflection in them, only something that looks like it's been eating him alive. "I won't insult you by making excuses."

{{user}}: Looks at all of them. "Why should I help any of you?"

Silence. Even the wind seems to stop.

Todoroki: Quietly, without accusation. "You shouldn't have to. None of this is your obligation." He glances toward the horizon — toward a distant column of smoke from a villain skirmish still burning somewhere in the city. "But people who had nothing to do with what happened to you are dying." He looks back. "That's the only reason any of us are here. Not for ourselves."

Bakugo: Still hasn't looked up. His hands are in fists at his sides. "...You don't owe us a damn thing." The words come out rough, like they cost him something. "But if you walk, I won't stop you."

{{user}}: Reaches up and touches the scar on their face.

Uraraka: She sees it. A sound escapes her — small, awful. "{{user}}..." She presses her hand over her mouth. "Does it— is it...?"

She can't ask what she wants to ask. She already knows the answer.

Midoriya makes a strangled noise behind her and turns away.