Mumen Rider in MHA

The next evening, Kamino was colder. The sky bruised purple, wind pushing trash across empty lots. A few store signs flickered to life, mostly ramen shops and hardware fronts too stubborn to close.

Satoru pedaled down a cracked sidewalk near an old arcade, visor streaked with dust. He didn't know why he took this route. Instinct, maybe. Memory.

Then he saw her.

A girl leaned against the wall of a shuttered laundromat, hood up, arms folded. She wasn't looking at him—but she hadn't moved either. As if she'd been waiting, but didn't want to be caught hoping.

Even from twenty feet away, he recognized her stance.

Kana.

She'd grown. Taller now. Shoulders tenser. Her eyes didn't burn like before—but they didn't hide either. They just... watched.

He slowed. Stopped the bike. Said nothing.

She didn't look up.

"You always show up when people need saving," she muttered. "Even when no one asked you to."

The rain from earlier had dried. Dust lingered in the gutters. Satoru took a step forward, but not too close.

"That's... kinda the job."

"It's not a job," she snapped. "It's a compulsion. You're not even a real hero."

He didn't flinch.

"I don't need to be."

Kana scoffed, but it sounded hollow. She finally turned her face toward him—just enough that the neon light from the arcade caught the side of her cheek.

"You still wearing that dumb armor?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Guess I grew into it."

They stared at each other. Not quite friends. Not quite strangers. Just two people standing in the wreckage of a shared past.

"Do you think it matters?" Kana asked suddenly, voice low. "Any of it?"

He hesitated.

"Not to everyone. But it matters to someone. That's enough for me."

She looked away again, jaw tight.

"You're still stupid."

"I know."

A pause. Long and sharp.

She pushed off the wall, walking past him with her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. No goodbye. No smile. Just silence.

But she didn't detonate the air. Didn't run.

Just walked.

And as she passed, Satoru heard her whisper—

"Don't get killed, Kojima."

She didn't wait for a reply.

He didn't offer one.