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@catsvk1The U.A. training grounds were absolute chaos. As per usual for a Tuesday heroics class.
Bakugo was currently mid-scream, launching himself at Kirishima with enough explosive force to shake the windows in their frames. Todoroki stood ten feet away, casually erecting an ice wall to block Sero's tape attack, his expression utterly bored.
Y/n was right in the middle of it all. Probably dodging something. Or aiming for something. Honestly, it was hard to keep track.
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LOOK OUT!
Aizawa's voice cut through the noise—but not fast enough.
The ground beneath Bakugo, Todoroki, and Y/n didn't just shake.
It opened.
Three swirling, black-rimmed portals tore through the dirt and concrete like paper, each one forming directly underneath them. They didn't crackle with electricity or flash with light. They were just there. Hungry voids that looked less like magic and more like someone had ripped holes in reality itself.
Bakugo Katsuki
WHAT THE F—
He didn't finish.
All three of them dropped. No time to scream. No time to grab anything. Just the sudden, stomach-lurching sensation of falling into absolutely nothing.
And then—
Silence.
Followed immediately by the loudest, most obnoxious sound Y/n had ever heard in their entire life.
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AYYYO, YOU GOOD???
The sky was wrong. It was too blue. Too bright. And the air smelled like hot asphalt, garbage, and something greasy frying in the distance.
Y/n was lying flat on their back on cracked concrete, staring up at a fire escape covered in rust and graffiti.
A group of teenagers were staring down at them from the stoop of a rundown brick building. One of them—a lanky guy in a puffy jacket and durag—was pointing and laughing.
???
Nahhh, you see that?? They just appeared outta thin air!
Yo, is that a costume? You film-ing or somethin'?
A few feet away, Bakugo was already getting to his feet, palms smoking, eyes wide and murderous.
Bakugo Katsuki
Where the hell are we?!
And a little further down the block, Todoroki was standing perfectly still, taking in the scenery with an unreadable expression. Bodega on the corner. Abandoned lot across the street. A loud bass thumping from a passing car.
He turned his head slowly, heterochromatic eyes landing on Y/n.
Shoto Todoroki
This isn't Japan.