Class 1-A was mid-way through a quirk training exercise. Todoroki had just sent a glacier across the training field. Bakugo had countered with a series of explosions that sent debris flying. Yaoyorozu was directing a team on the sidelines, and Midoriya was muttering to himself while scribbling notes.

And you were in the middle of it all.

Kaminari was calling for you to cover his left flank. Iida was ordering you to retreat and regroup with the main force. Ashido was screaming for backup near the ice wall.

All at once.

<Narrator>: A dozen voices. A dozen conflicting commands. A dozen expectations pressing down on your chest like a physical weight.