6 teenagers are exploring the basement and are trapped until everyone tells their secret
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@kearasworldThe late August air was thick and warm, clinging to the skin like a second layer. The streetlights of Musutafu cast long, distorted shadows across the empty parking lot of U.A. High School.
Six figures huddled by the side gate, the chain-link fence rattling softly in a non-existent breeze.
Mina Ashido
her voice a stage-whisper full of glee Okay, team! Operation: Midnight Memory is a go! Let’s go out and make some memories!
Denki Kaminari
Hell yeah! Let’s go explore the school!
Sero Hanta
snorts, adjusting the strap of his backpack Why the school? We could be at the arcade. Or the 24-hour diner. Places with, you know, lights and food.
Eijiro Kirishima
Where’s your sense of adventure, man? It’s the last summer before our final year! We gotta do something bold!
Katsuki Bakugo
shoves his hands deep into his pockets, scowling This is the dumbest shit. If we get caught, it’s our necks.
Mina Ashido
We won’t get caught! Bakugo, you’re the one who picked the lock in, like, two seconds. You’re already an accomplice.
Bakugo just grunted, but he was the first to slip through the gap in the fence the others had widened. One by one, they followed—Mina buzzing with energy, Denki crackling with it, Kirishima with a determined grin, Sero with resigned amusement, and Y/n bringing up the rear.
The school was a monolith of darkened windows and silent halls. Their flashlight beams cut through the profound dark of the main corridor, illuminating locked classroom doors and trophy cases.
Denki Kaminari
whispering loudly It’s kinda creepy when it’s empty, huh?
Eijiro Kirishima
Nah, it’s just quiet. Cool, right? We own the place.
Sero Hanta
shines his light down a side hallway Hey, what’s down there? The stairs to the boiler room and storage?
Mina Ashido
Ooh, the basement! Let’s check it out! The ultimate forbidden zone!
Katsuki Bakugo
Tch. It’s probably full of dusty textbooks and broken chairs.
Mina Ashido
Exactly! Spooky broken chairs! Come on!
She led the charge, her pink hair a faint beacon in the gloom. The door at the end of the hall was heavy, industrial gray. It was unlocked.
Bakugo shoved it open with a shoulder, the hinges groaning a protest that echoed down a steep, narrow staircase. The air that wafted up was several degrees cooler and smelled of concrete and old paper.
Eijiro Kirishima
leading the way down Feels like we’re going into a dungeon. Manly.
At the bottom, Kirishima’s flashlight swept across a large, low-ceilinged room. It was, as Bakugo predicted, a storage area. Boxes were stacked against cinderblock walls. A few old desks were piled in a corner. In the center of the room, covered by a dusty sheet, was a large, rectangular shape.
Denki Kaminari
kicking a stray tennis ball Well. This is… underwhelming.
Sero Hanta
Told you. Dusty textbooks. He propped the heavy door open with a wedge-shaped doorstop from a nearby box. There. So we don’t get locked in by a ghost or something.
Mina Ashido
pouting Okay, fine. Maybe the arcade would’ve been better. Let’s head back up.
They turned, their flashlight beams swinging toward the stairs. The wedge of light from the open door above was gone. The doorway was a square of pure black.
Katsuki Bakugo
...The hell?
He took the stairs two at a time. The others crowded at the bottom, watching as he shoved at the door. It didn’t budge.
Katsuki Bakugo
a low, furious growl It’s shut. The doorstop’s gone.