They stood five meters apart.
The girl.And the Other Kira.
Identical in shape.Opposites in existence.
The air between them twisted like heat waves.Behind them, the world leaned in to watch—without moving a muscle.
Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka waited at the edge of the distortion zone.
Aizawa stood right behind Eri.
But this was her fight.Everyone knew it.
The girl took one step forward.
The reflection in front of her didn't move.
Not yet.
"Why did you come back?" she asked quietly.
The Other Kira tilted her head.
A flicker of static rippled across her face.Like her skin didn't know what it was supposed to be.
"You called me," the echo whispered inside all their minds."Every time you questioned your place... I remembered mine."
The girl's chest tightened.
"But I was never supposed to be you."
"No.""You were supposed to replace me."
Her eyes—pure white—narrowed.
"You failed."
Time cracked beneath their feet.
The gravel under them reversed in loops.Footprints faded.Blades of grass rewound into the earth.
Then—
She moved.
The Other Kira didn't walk.
She phased forward.
Appearing one step closer.Then another.And another.
Every frame—off-sync.Every motion—two seconds behind, and five ahead at once.
The girl held her ground.
Eri's horn began to glow.
Aizawa whispered, "Wait."
"I don't want to fight you," the girl said.
"You are me," the Other Kira replied. "And I hate myself."
Without warning—The echo exploded forward.
A white ripple of temporal distortion surged from her chest.
Buildings aged.Windows shattered.Midoriya's arm nearly dissolved—until Eri's aura pushed the field back.
She screamed—
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
Her horn flared brighter.
Gold arcs spiraled across the yard.
The Other Kira turned sharply.
"You always rewrite. You never listen."
She launched herself at Eri.
Midoriya moved—Too slow.
But the girl?
She was already there.
She tackled her own echo into the grass.
Both of them tumbled.
Both of them sparked.
Time twisted around their bodies in jagged spirals.
For one second—They were inside each other's memories.
The lab.
The cage.
Syringes. Screaming. Silence.
A child holding herself under a bed.
Begging for it to stop.
The memory tried to rewind again.
But the girl screamed—
"ENOUGH!"
Her body surged gold.
Her own horn—small, flickering—activated.
For the first time.
The Other Kira froze.
"I remember this pain," the echo whispered.
"I lived it."
The girl looked into her own eyes.
"So did I."
Her fingers brushed the echo's forehead.
"I'm not your enemy," she said.
"I'm your second chance."
The Other Kira trembled.
Cracks opened in her form.
Lines of raw white energy leaking out.She glitched.Flickered.
Then—
She began to cry.
The sound wasn't loud.
It was a glitchy, broken noise—
Like a tape recorder trying to remember how sobbing worked.
But it was real.
She looked smaller now.
Like a child again.
A scared version of Kira who never got to speak.
"I was never meant to be anything," she whispered.
"You don't have to be anything," the girl replied.
"You just have to be."
Time stilled.
Gravity returned.
The sky corrected itself.
And the Other Kira…
Collapsed forward into the girl's arms.
Light flooded from her body.
But this time—
No scream.
No glitch.
Just… peace.
She shimmered once.
Then faded.
Not into nothing.
But into memory.
The kind that didn't hurt anymore.
Eri stepped forward.
Kneeling beside the girl.
"You did it."
"I didn't destroy her," she whispered.
"I forgave her."
From the shadows of a crumbling timeline, something distant hissed.
Another version?
A deeper fracture?
Nobody saw it yet.
But the timeline twitched.
Just a little.
To be continued.