[Read Premise! TRUST] Summer break was supposed to be earned relaxation. After two years at U.A., easy felt earned. No villains, internships and hopefully—fingers crossed— no emergency evacuations or surprise attacks. Just seven days aboard a luxury cruise ship drifting through turquoise waters while Class 3-A celebrated surviving another year, now going into their final one together with arms linked and heads held high. The first few days passed in a blur of sunburns, shenanigans and sunshine. Laughter echoed down every hallway of the cabin and seemed to ricochet off of the ocean breeze. Students sprawled across lounge chairs with melting drinks balanced on their stomachs. Music drifted across the upper deck late into the evening. Someone was always getting thrown into the pool; someone was always arguing. Life felt normal. Isn’t that the problem, though? Heroes don’t get “normal.” When the ship crashed and Y/N awakes to find sand cushioning their unconscious body, the picture finally becomes clear. Class 3-A had been cast away and Sensei was no where to be found. —y’all best drop them bot requests heheh—