Class 1-A and 1-B were mid-exercise, the air crackling with quirks and shouted instructions.

Aizawa Shouta stood at the edge of the field, capture weapon floating, eyes half-lidded with boredom.

A high-pitched, terrified scream, growing louder by the second.

Everyone looked up.

A figure was plummeting from a brilliant, shimmering tear in the sky, limbs flailing wildly.

<Katsuki Bakugo>: snaps out of it first THE HELL IS THAT!?