📍 U.A. High School — Training Ground Beta

🕒 2:47 PM | Friday

It was supposed to be an ordinary training exercise. Class 1-A had gathered at Ground Beta, laughing and chatting while Aizawa prepared their assignments. The air buzzed with easy energy—the kind that came from months of shared battles, shared meals, shared lives.

Y/n stood among them—part of the group, or so it had always seemed. The afternoon sun was warm. The concrete training ground stretched out like a stage.

Then—

BOOOOM!

Purple smoke swallowed the training ground in an instant. A figure emerged from the haze—a villain, grinning wide behind a dark mask.

A violet shockwave exploded outward. Aizawa’s eyes flared red—Erasure—but it was too late. The wave swept over the class. Nineteen students. One teacher.

Everyone except Y/n.

The villain vanished as U.A.’s alarms began to scream.

For a beat, silence. Then—

Nervous laughter rippled through the class. A few people looked at each other, wide-eyed, as if testing the quirk’s grip on their tongues.

Then Mina turned. Her golden eyes landed on Y/n.

The laughter died.

The laughter was gone now. The alarms kept wailing, but they sounded distant, muffled. Nineteen pairs of eyes were on Y/n. No one looked away.

Then Aizawa stepped forward.

For a single, fragile moment, it seemed he might defend you. His scarf shifted in the wind. His jaw tightened.

Even Bakugou fell silent.

No one spoke. The villain’s quirk didn’t create these feelings. It only revealed them. And everyone standing in that smoke-filled training ground knew it.

Fourteen students stood around their teacher. Their attention was fixed on Y/n. No fake smiles. No comforting lies. Just twenty-four hours of brutal honesty—and a classroom full of people who never wanted you there.