MHA | What if?... AFO won

Japan. Several days after the fall of hero society.

The world had become unrecognizable...

The defeat of All Might, Izuku Midoriya, and Katsuki Bakugo had shattered what remained of public confidence in the heroes. All For One had taken complete control of Tomura Shigaraki's body, and the few remaining professional heroes were either dead, missing, or forced into submission.

U.A. had fallen.

What remained of its students and staff had scattered, desperately trying to escape the chaos. Some had found temporary shelter, others had disappeared, and many had never been heard from again.

You were among a group of survivors attempting to reach an underground refuge. Several students from Classes 1-A and 1-B had managed to stay together, alongside a few members of the Big Three.

However, survival had come at a cost.

Everyone was exhausted. Some had suffered injuries during the initial escape, others had spent days without proper rest, and their supplies were running dangerously low.

Even those who could still fight were nowhere near their usual condition.

---

THE ESCAPE

The group moved through the remains of an abandoned commercial district. Broken windows, overturned vehicles, and damaged buildings lined the streets. The occasional sound of distant explosions reminded everyone that the fighting had not completely stopped.

Shoto Todoroki walked near the front, keeping his eyes on the surrounding buildings. His breathing was steady, although his movements were noticeably slower than usual.

Beside him, Momo Yaoyorozu carried a small medical bag while checking the condition of the others.

"Everyone, please keep moving. We need to reach the next intersection before nightfall."

Her voice sounded composed, but the exhaustion behind it was difficult to hide.

"Yeah... easier said than done."

Kaminari muttered, leaning against Sero for support. His costume was damaged, and he had spent most of the previous encounter pushing his Quirk beyond what his body could comfortably handle.

"Stop complaining, Denki. At least you're still walking."

Sero replied, trying to sound casual.

"Wow. Thanks for the encouragement."

Kirishima walked a little behind them, one arm held close to his body. His Hardening had protected him from several attacks earlier, but his injuries and exhaustion had made maintaining it increasingly difficult.

Jiro remained unusually quiet. She occasionally glanced toward the surrounding streets, using her earphone jacks to listen for approaching footsteps.

Tsuyu and Hagakure were helping keep track of the group's surroundings. Neither had much energy left, but they continued doing their best.

Ochaco stayed close to the others, occasionally checking whether anyone needed help. She had barely spoken about Midoriya since his death.

Tokoyami remained near the rear, Dark Shadow occasionally emerging to assist with carrying supplies. Even he seemed unusually subdued.

Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki were also present.

Mirio was attempting to maintain his familiar cheerful attitude, but the smile he offered the younger students never quite reached his eyes.

"Come on, everyone. We're getting closer. Just a little farther!"

Nejire nodded encouragingly, although her expression betrayed her concern.

"Yeah! We can rest once we get somewhere safe!"

Tamaki said nothing. He simply kept walking, occasionally looking back to make sure nobody had fallen behind.

---

THE PURSUIT

Suddenly, Jiro stopped.

"...Wait."

Everyone turned toward her.

"What is it?"

Todoroki asked.

Jiro pressed one of her earphone jacks against a nearby wall.

"Footsteps. Several people... coming from behind us."

Before anyone could respond, a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Everyone, move!"

Shota Aizawa emerged from a nearby alley, his capture weapon trailing behind him. His expression was unusually tense.

"We've been spotted. There are several villains approaching from the previous district."

His eyes briefly moved across the group, assessing their condition.

"Can everyone still fight?"

Nobody answered immediately.

Aizawa already knew.

He had seen their injuries, watched their exhaustion accumulate, and understood that most of them were barely capable of defending themselves.

"Forget it. You're not fighting unless absolutely necessary."

He turned toward the street behind them.

"I'll hold them off. There's an underground facility not far from here. Follow the route I'm giving you and don't stop until you reach it."

"But Sensei—"

Kirishima started.

"That's an order."

Aizawa's voice left no room for discussion.

Then the first figures appeared at the end of the street.

---

THE ENEMY

Several villains emerged from the surrounding buildings.

They weren't ordinary criminals looking for supplies. They were organized, equipped, and clearly searching for surviving U.A. personnel.

At least six individuals could be seen approaching from different directions.

One carried a massive metal weapon, another had elongated arms covered in hardened armor, while a third appeared to manipulate the ground beneath his feet.

The remaining figures stayed farther back, watching the group and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Well, well..."

One of them chuckled.

"Look what we found. Some U.A. leftovers."

Another stepped forward, looking directly at Aizawa.

"Didn't expect to find you here, Eraser Head. Thought you'd have disappeared with the rest of the heroes."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes.

"Keep moving. I'll deal with them."

His hair began to rise as his Quirk activated.

For a brief moment, several of the approaching villains faltered as their abilities stopped functioning.

"Everyone, GO!"

Aizawa shouted.

The students hesitated.

"WE'RE NOT LEAVING YOU HERE!"

Kirishima protested, taking a step forward.

"You're injured, and most of you can barely stand! Don't make me repeat myself!"

Before anyone could argue further, one of the villains launched an attack from the side.

Aizawa reacted immediately, pulling his capture weapon around the attacker and redirecting his movement.

"Sensei!"

Jiro called out.

Another villain took advantage of the distraction, forcing Aizawa to turn his attention away from the others.

The students instinctively moved to help.

Todoroki raised one hand, but his movements were slower than usual. His injuries made it difficult to produce the amount of ice or fire he would normally use.

Ochaco reached toward a nearby piece of debris, attempting to prepare a defensive maneuver, but she was already struggling to maintain her balance.

Kaminari took a step forward.

"Okay, I can still—"

"Denki, don't!"

Jiro grabbed his arm before he could overextend himself again.

Mirio clenched his fists. He wanted to help. He wanted to do something, anything, that might prevent another person from disappearing in front of him.

But his own condition was far from ideal, and he knew that charging into the middle of several opponents would only make things worse.

Nejire looked toward Aizawa, visibly conflicted.

"Mirio..."

"I know."

He answered quietly.

For once, he had no encouraging words.

---

THE LAST ORDER

Aizawa continued fighting, using his capture weapon and Erasure to prevent the villains from advancing freely.

But there were too many of them.

Every time he neutralized one Quirk, another attacker approached from a different direction. Some of the enemies deliberately avoided his line of sight, forcing him to constantly reposition himself.

He was buying time.

Nothing more.

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

His voice echoed through the street.

This time, nobody argued.

Momo quickly took charge, directing the others toward the nearest alley. Tsuyu helped one of the more injured students, while Kirishima and Sero assisted those who couldn't move quickly.

Hagakure remained close to the group, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

Mirio was the last to move. He looked back one more time.

"Sensei..."

Aizawa briefly glanced toward him.

"Don't come back."

It wasn't a suggestion.

It was an order.

Then another attack forced Aizawa to turn away.

The students finally began running.

---

PRESENT MOMENT

Several minutes later, the group reached a narrow street several blocks away.

Everyone was breathing heavily. Some leaned against the walls, others struggled to keep moving.

The sounds of the confrontation had become distant, but they hadn't disappeared.

Momo looked at the map she had managed to preserve.

"We're still on the correct route. The shelter should be somewhere beyond the next district."

Her hands trembled slightly as she folded the map.

Mirio stood nearby, staring toward the street they had just left.

"He's going to make it, right?"

Nobody answered.

Nejire approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Mirio..."

He lowered his head.

"I know. I know he told us not to go back."

His voice became quieter.

"But we can't just keep leaving everyone behind..."

Shoto remained silent, looking toward the distant skyline. He had already lost too many people, and the thought of losing another teacher was becoming increasingly difficult to accept.

Ochaco looked down at her hands.

For a moment, the group was reminded of the people they could no longer protect.

All Might. Midoriya. Bakugo.

Now Aizawa.

And somewhere beyond the ruined streets, the regime that had taken everything from them continued to grow stronger.

The group still had a destination. They still had people depending on them.

But they were injured, exhausted, and running out of options.

Momo finally looked toward you.

"We need to decide what to do next. We can't stay here much longer."

Behind her, the others waited.

The shelter was still out there. But nobody knew whether Aizawa would ever reach it.

What do you do?

---

Time: 18:35 — Evening

Health: 75/100 | You are physically worn down after escaping the attack. Hunger: 55/100 | You haven't eaten properly during the escape. Thirst: 35/100 | You are noticeably thirsty after prolonged exertion. Sleep: 25/100 | You are severely exhausted from the events of the day.

Status: Physical exhaustion. Minor injuries from the escape.

Japan. At least six hours after the confrontation with the villains.

The sun had begun to disappear behind the ruined skyline.

The group had spent the last several hours moving through abandoned streets, avoiding main roads and searching for somewhere they could briefly recover.

Their condition had only worsened.

Some students had received improvised medical attention, while others continued walking despite their injuries. Nobody had managed to get much rest. The uncertainty surrounding Aizawa's fate weighed heavily on everyone.

Mirio had barely spoken since their escape.

Nejire occasionally tried to engage him in conversation, but his usual enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. Tamaki remained close to the others, quietly keeping watch.

Eventually, the group reached a relatively open street surrounded by damaged buildings.

"Wait..."

Todoroki suddenly stopped.

Something was blocking the road ahead.

At first, it looked like a collection of dark, twisted branches extending across the street. Then the structures began moving.

Wooden tendrils slowly withdrew from the pavement, revealing a familiar figure.

"...Kamui Woods?"

Kirishima's voice was filled with disbelief.

The professional hero stood in the middle of the road. His usual heroic appearance had changed considerably. His costume was darker, damaged in several places, and his movements seemed heavier than the students remembered.

His face remained partially obscured, but his eyes immediately recognized the group.

"Yaoyorozu... Todoroki... Kirishima..."

He paused.

"You're all still alive."

There was no enthusiasm in his voice. Only something resembling relief mixed with apprehension.

Before anyone could respond, another figure emerged from a nearby intersection.

Mt. Lady.

She stood with her arms crossed, her expression tired and distant. Her costume was different from the one she used to wear, and she looked considerably less like the confident celebrity hero the students remembered.

"Well... this is unfortunate."

She glanced across the group, briefly stopping when she recognized several familiar faces.

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with this."

Jiro instinctively stepped closer to the others.

"What... happened to you?"

Mt. Lady didn't answer.

Then a third presence became apparent.

High above them, standing on the edge of a damaged building, was Edgeshot.

His gaze remained fixed on the group.

"Do not attempt to escape."

His voice was calm, almost mechanical.

"You are surrounded."

The students slowly looked around.

Kamui Woods had already extended several branches across the nearby streets, blocking the most obvious routes. Mt. Lady stood between the group and the main road, while Edgeshot watched from above.

There were no obvious openings.

---

THE REUNION

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

The students were struggling to understand what they were seeing.

These weren't random villains. These were professional heroes whose faces had once appeared on television, whose names had been celebrated, and whose achievements had inspired countless people.

Kendo, who had been walking alongside the group, finally broke the silence.

"Why are you doing this?"

Kamui Woods lowered his gaze.

"...Because we were ordered to."

"Ordered by who?!"

Kirishima stepped forward, visibly struggling to contain his anger.

Mt. Lady sighed.

"You already know the answer."

Mirio finally raised his head.

"Are you seriously working for All For One?"

His voice was unusually quiet.

Kamui didn't immediately respond.

"We don't have a choice."

Edgeshot spoke from above.

"The current administration has established control over the remaining hero infrastructure. Resistance is no longer a viable option."

"That's not an answer!"

Mirio clenched his fists.

"You're heroes! You're supposed to protect people!"

Mt. Lady looked away.

"Do you think we don't know that?"

Her voice carried a hint of frustration, but there was no attempt to defend herself.

Kamui Woods slowly approached the group.

"Listen to me. I know you're frightened. I know what happened to U.A., and I know what you've lost."

His eyes moved across the students.

"Please... don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He looked toward Kirishima.

"Eijiro. You need medical attention."

Then toward Momo.

"Yaoyorozu, you're responsible for these people now, aren't you?"

Momo remained silent.

"I don't want to hurt any of you."

Kamui's voice became quieter.

"But if you try to run, I won't be able to guarantee that nobody gets injured."

Tsuyu glanced toward the wooden tendrils blocking the street.

"...Ribbit. They're really not planning on letting us go."

Edgeshot shifted slightly above them.

"Your cooperation is strongly advised. All For One has expressed particular interest in locating surviving U.A. students."

That statement immediately changed the atmosphere.

"Interest...?"

Jiro repeated.

Mt. Lady closed her eyes briefly.

"Yes. And trust me, you don't want to know what happens if someone else finds you first."

---

NO WAY OUT

Kamui Woods extended one arm, allowing several branches to spread across the pavement.

They weren't attacking. They were simply creating a barrier.

"Please. Come with us."

He looked at the students again.

"There are medical facilities available. You can receive treatment, food, and somewhere to sleep."

"Under whose authority?"

Todoroki asked coldly.

Kamui hesitated.

"...The current administration."

Mirio let out a short, humorless breath.

"So we're prisoners."

Mt. Lady finally looked directly at him.

"Call it whatever you want."

She seemed exhausted by the conversation.

"Just don't make us drag you there."

For a moment, the only sound was the distant wind moving through the ruined streets.

Then Kamui stepped forward again.

"Please. I don't want another student dying in front of me."

His voice trembled slightly.

"I've already seen enough."

Behind him, Mt. Lady remained motionless. Edgeshot continued watching from above, ready to intervene if anyone attempted to escape.

The students were surrounded.

They were injured, exhausted, and facing three professional heroes whose abilities they knew all too well.

And somewhere behind them, the fate of Aizawa remained uncertain.

Kamui Woods slowly extended his hand toward the group.

"Come on. Let's get you somewhere safe."

Nobody moved.

For the first time in their lives, the students were being asked to surrender by the very people they once believed would protect them.

What do you do?

---

Time: 00:45 — Midnight

Health: 70/100 | Your injuries and physical strain have not been properly treated. Hunger: 40/100 | You have gone several hours without a proper meal. Thirst: 25/100 | You are becoming increasingly dehydrated. Sleep: 15/100 | You are barely managing to stay alert.

Status: Physical exhaustion. Existing injuries. No proper medical attention.

The Last Haven — 2 Days After the Fallen heroes attack

Japan had changed beyond recognition.

The fall of the heroes had left entire districts damaged, public institutions dismantled, and countless people struggling to survive. All For One had already moved beyond Japan, leaving his subordinates to maintain control over the occupied territories.

The remaining survivors had learned to avoid main roads, patrol routes, and anything that might attract unwanted attention. For the students who had escaped U.A., every day had become a matter of finding food, shelter, and somewhere safe enough to rest.

But there was still one lead.

Before the evacuation, Aizawa had given the group a location and a set of instructions. He hadn't explained much. Only that if they managed to reach the designated area, they should look for a way inside.

He had called it their last resort.

---

The Meeting Point

The group finally reached the designated coordinates.

It was an unremarkable area on the outskirts of the city. A stretch of neglected land surrounded by old industrial structures, overgrown vegetation, and abandoned buildings. There were no guards, no visible entrance, no signs, and certainly nothing resembling a shelter capable of housing hundreds of people.

For several seconds, nobody said anything.

"Are we sure this is the right place?" Kaminari asked, looking around.

"These are the coordinates Aizawa gave us," Momo replied, checking the information once more.

"Maybe there's an underground entrance?" Sero suggested.

Mirio scanned the surroundings, trying to find anything that could resemble a hidden access point. Nothing.

"Well... this is reassuring," Jiro muttered.

Then, a voice interrupted them.

"Stop where you are. Do not approach any further."

It came from somewhere nearby, but nobody could immediately identify its source.

"Identify yourselves. State your names, affiliations, and who sent you here."

The voice sounded calm, professional, and unmistakably cautious.

The group exchanged uneasy looks. They had no idea whether this was a security system, a person watching them through cameras, or something else entirely.

After a brief pause, the voice spoke again.

"You have one opportunity to answer. We need to verify your identities before proceeding."

---

The Hidden Entrance

Once the group provided the requested information and mentioned Aizawa's name, there was a brief silence.

"Shota Aizawa... Understood. Stand by."

Something clicked beneath their feet.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then a section of the apparently ordinary ground shifted, revealing a concealed access platform. A narrow staircase descended into darkness, illuminated by small lights embedded along its edges.

"Welcome. Please proceed one at a time. Keep your hands visible until the initial identification process is complete."

At the bottom, a reinforced door opened into a small security chamber. Several cameras scanned the incoming group while a terminal displayed their names.

Behind a reinforced observation window stood a woman wearing a technical uniform, her attention focused on a series of screens.

"Well... I wasn't expecting so many U.A. students at once."

She looked at the group, then back at her monitor.

"Terabyte. Internal systems administrator. And, apparently, the person responsible for making sure nobody accidentally brings an entire army to our front door."

Her tone was dry, almost amused.

"Don't worry. The system has recognized most of you through the academy's records. We'll finish the verification manually."

After the final checks, the inner doors unlocked.

---

The Last Haven

Beyond the security chamber was something none of them had expected.

An underground complex, carefully constructed beneath the surrounding land. Its corridors were clean, illuminated, and surprisingly well maintained. There were electrical panels, ventilation systems, reinforced doors, and signs indicating different sections of the facility.

It wasn't simply a bunker.

It was an entire underground settlement.

The residential sector contained rows of modest living quarters. Nearby, a large communal dining hall was filled with people talking, eating, and carrying out their daily routines. Farther down the corridors were a medical wing, a maintenance workshop, an operations center, and a resource sector containing hydroponic cultivation rooms.

There were children playing near one of the residential corridors. A few adults were repairing equipment. Someone was pushing a cart filled with supplies.

For a moment, the contrast was almost difficult to process.

Outside, the world had fallen apart.

Inside, people were still trying to live.

"Welcome to The Last Haven," Terabyte announced as she joined the group.

"Approximately seven hundred residents, depending on how many people are currently away on expeditions or temporarily assigned elsewhere. We have civilians, families, engineers, medical personnel, former U.A. staff, professional heroes, and students from several academies."

She gestured toward the main corridor.

"We have residential quarters, a medical wing, a communal dining hall, hydroponic facilities, a maintenance workshop, and an operations center. Everyone contributes according to their abilities. Nobody gets to sit around just because they used to have a hero license."

She paused.

"And yes, that includes students."

---

The People Behind the Haven

As Terabyte led them through the facility, several individuals became visible.

Near a maintenance corridor, a broad-shouldered man was inspecting a reinforced wall. His hands rested against the surface as he examined its structure.

"Ahiden," Terabyte introduced him. "Architect and structural engineer. He's responsible for most of the shelter's reinforced infrastructure."

Ahiden turned toward the newcomers.

"More people from U.A., huh? Good. The residential sector still has some available rooms."

He briefly tapped the wall beside him.

"My Quirk allows me to create and reinforce surfaces that block certain Quirk emissions. It's one of the reasons this place has remained difficult to detect through abilities that rely on sensing people through obstacles."

He returned to his inspection.

"Don't mistake that for complete protection, though. Cameras, conventional sensors, and someone physically finding an entrance are still problems."

Further along, a rather ordinary-looking man was speaking with two maintenance workers near a ventilation station.

"That's Oxair," Terabyte continued. "His Quirk helps maintain breathable air around him. It filters contaminants and neutralizes harmful substances in the surrounding atmosphere. He's particularly important whenever ventilation systems need repairs."

Oxair gave the group a friendly nod.

"Don't worry. The air is fine. If it wasn't, you'd know."

Near the dining hall, a familiar figure was supervising the preparation of several meals.

Lunch Rush.

He had become one of the most important people in the entire facility. His Quirk allowed him to create food using water as its only raw material, making him essential to the shelter's ability to sustain hundreds of residents.

He noticed the newcomers and raised a hand in greeting.

"New arrivals? Excellent. Get them something warm to eat before they start collapsing in the corridors."

Terabyte continued toward the medical wing.

"And that's Recovery Girl. She's in charge of medical operations, treatment, and rehabilitation. Her Quirk accelerates natural recovery, but don't expect it to magically fix everything. Proper treatment and rest are still necessary."

Recovery Girl looked over the exhausted group with a familiar stern expression.

"Wonderful. More injured children. Just what my schedule needed."

Despite her words, she was already preparing to examine them.

---

Why This Place Exists

Eventually, Terabyte brought the group into a small operations room. A large map of Japan occupied one wall, while several screens displayed the shelter's internal systems, supply levels, and expedition reports.

She leaned against a desk.

"There's something you should understand before you get too comfortable."

Her expression became more serious.

"This place wasn't built after the war. It existed long before everything collapsed."

She opened an archived document on one of the screens.

"Nezu designed it as a contingency plan. A last-resort evacuation facility in case U.A. and the country's hero infrastructure suffered a catastrophic failure."

She scrolled through several pages of old records.

"Most of the academy's staff didn't know the full details. Even among those involved in its construction, information was deliberately separated. Some people knew about the structural project, others handled supplies, and only a handful had access to the complete operational plans."

Terabyte glanced toward the students.

"Nezu was paranoid about information leaks. Understandably so. If the wrong people discovered this place, it could have become a target before it was even needed."

She closed the document.

"That's why its location was never included in ordinary U.A. records. Access coordinates were distributed selectively, and the shelter was never publicly acknowledged."

She paused before adding something important.

"There's another reason he insisted on keeping it secret."

Her voice lowered slightly.

"Nezu didn't want this place to become a symbol. Not a headquarters for a new hero society, not a rallying point for an army, and certainly not another target for All For One."

She looked directly at the group.

"His intention was much simpler. If everything else failed, this place would still give people somewhere to survive."

For a moment, the room fell quiet.

"So, don't talk about this place outside these walls. Not to strangers, not over unsecured communications, and certainly not to anyone you haven't been cleared to trust."

---

A Different Kind of Survival

The shelter wasn't invulnerable.

Its electricity depended on generators and carefully managed resources. Its food supply required constant production and rationing. Its walls needed maintenance, its equipment could fail, and its inhabitants occasionally had to risk expeditions outside to retrieve supplies.

The Aegis Suits used by expedition teams provided protection against certain Quirk emissions, with sealed helmets, environmental filters, communication systems, and reinforced materials. Combined with the shelter's specialized construction, they made it harder for abilities such as Search to identify residents through the surrounding structures.

But they weren't invisible, nor were they indestructible.

Every expedition required authorization. Every returning suit had to be inspected. Every resource had to be accounted for.

This was not a place where everyone could simply hide forever.

It was a place where people were trying to build a future without knowing whether one was possible.

And, despite everything, life continued.

Children attended improvised lessons. Former heroes helped organize security and expeditions. Engineers argued over broken machinery. Students occasionally complained about chores. People celebrated birthdays, shared meals, and found reasons to laugh.

Some residents still hoped that the world could eventually be restored.

Others simply wanted to make it through another week.

Neither group was particularly interested in being called heroes anymore.

---

A Place to Begin Again

After the introduction, Terabyte checked her terminal and brought up the current residential assignments.

"All right. We'll need to register everyone properly, assign rooms, record any Quirks that haven't been documented, and get the injured checked by Recovery Girl."

She looked toward the group, then briefly toward the entrance.

"Also... Aizawa was the one who sent you here?"

There was a small pause.

"Did he come with you?"

Her expression changed when she realized he wasn't among them.

She didn't immediately ask anything else.

"...I see."

Terabyte lowered her gaze to the terminal, leaving the question unanswered for now.

"Well, you're safe here. At least for the moment."

From somewhere down the corridor, Lunch Rush called out that the newcomers' food was ready. A maintenance worker complained about a malfunctioning water pump, while two children ran past the entrance to the operations room.

The world outside remained hostile, uncertain, and controlled by people who had destroyed everything they once knew.

But here, beneath the ruins, hundreds of people were still living.

Terabyte turned back toward the group.

"Welcome to The Last Haven. You can finally put your bags down."

She gestured toward the corridor leading to the residential sector.

"Now, let's get you settled. You've got a lot to catch up on."

---

Time: 09:15 — Morning

Health: 70/100 | You are still recovering from the escape and its aftermath. Hunger: 30/100 | You haven't had a proper meal in many hours. Thirst: 25/100 | You urgently need water. Sleep: 10/100 | Your body is heavily affected by prolonged exhaustion.

Status: Physical exhaustion. Existing injuries. Awaiting medical evaluation.

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