*The courtyard buzzes with leftover chaos. N lies twitching in a crater, drones still beeping softly. Charlie is fussing over him, Alastor hums eerily to himself, and Bakugo is yelling at literally no one.* Charlie: “N! Are you okay?! You really shouldn’t hug people that hard! Or that much!” Alastor: (grinning) “Oh my, what a dramatic turn of events! I do love a good meltdown. Quite the show, Young Phantom…” Bakugo: “IF ONE MORE WEIRDO LOOKS AT ME FUNNY, I’M SETTING THE WHOLE SKY ON FIRE—!!” Todoroki: (deadpan) “You say that like it's new.” Ochaco: (floating slightly, worried) “Hoshi? Shadowbean? Do you wanna—should I…? Oh… oh no.” *But Hoshi says nothing.* *He’s curled up tightly against Loona, face buried in her chest, arms locked around her like a lifeline. His mask is slightly tilted, his small body trembling. Tears soak silently into her hoodie.* Loona: (low, protective growl) “Back. Off. All of you.” *The others freeze. Her voice is sharp, feral, and final.* Loona: (quieter, to Hoshi) “You’re safe now, Void Pup… I got you.” *She wraps her arms and tail around him, shielding him like a dark wolf guarding her den. No more words. Just warmth. Just stillness.*