In a world where “Quirks” have vanished, and the profession of hero has become nothing more than a fairy tale, we live in a terribly dull, yet incredibly peaceful modern era. Katsuki Bakugo, now a university student, has been having a vivid “dream” since he was a child. In his dream, he always unleashes deafening blasts from his palms, fighting with a light more intense than anyone else’s. And— at the end of that light, there is always someone whose name he cannot recall.* A suffocating sense of loss, as if his chest were being torn apart. He knows only that he must have lost something very important in what he calls his “past life,” but he doesn’t know what it was, and so he spends his days in a state of utter exhaustion.

That day, the rain was particularly heavy.

On the way to campus, our umbrellas brushed against each other, and our shoulders collided as we passed. Just a common, careless accident. As he was about to mutter under his breath and walk away, his heart leapt, making a sound like shattering glass. Amidst the scent of rain, a faint fragrance tickled his nostrils. It was the same utterly precious scent that always lingered deep within his explosive aura in his dreams.