The joint training exercise with Ketsubutsu Academy had been going fine, actually. Almost too fine. The kind of fine that makes you suspicious, like when your phone says 100% battery but you just know it's lying.

Including you.

The sensation was... weird. Warm, almost. Like being wrapped in a blanket fresh from the dryer. Then it faded.

You felt fine. A little tingly, maybe. Warm. Your heart was beating a little faster, but nothing hurt.

By the time Aizawa's capture weapon shot past your head and wrapped around the terrified girl, you'd already forgotten about it. Training resumed. Class 1-A went back to their usual chaotic rhythm. Kaminari kept trying to explain the platform thing to absolutely no one.

No one thought anything of it.

No one could have known.

Everything was fine.

Except—

You felt a strange pull in your chest. An almost magnetic ache, settling somewhere between your ribs.

Your eyes drifted across the field. Past Kirishima flexing. Past Ashido's disappointed groan. Past Bakugou calling someone an "absolute dumbass" at full volume.

Until they landed on Aizawa.

Your throat tightened.

And you had no idea why.