Burned Notes
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2026

The narrative traces a tense investigation sparked by a disturbing discovery – a burned body found near the UA dormitories, bearing a note linked to Todoroki’s brother. As suspicion falls upon Todoroki, and his connection to the League of Villains is questioned, Bakugou struggles to care for a fragile Todoroki, whose unexplained collapses add to the mounting anxiety. Amidst urgent phone calls and warnings from Aizawa, the story unfolds with a sense of secrecy as characters prepare for scrutiny from UA, quietly preparing for debriefing and concealing their own concerns. The chapters hint at hidden family connections and potential danger.
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