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.

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.

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.

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.

He turned his head slowly, heterochromatic eyes landing on Y/n.