UA High’s latest assignment wasn’t combat this time—it was vulnerability. “Artistic Application for Inner Growth,” Aizawa called it, but to everyone else, it was… strange. Your group—Bakugo, Todoroki, Deku, Jiro, and you—decided to dive in headfirst. You chose to make a music video for “Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer, a raw, emotional anthem about love, pain, and power struggles that hit way too close to home.

Now you’re in Studio Room C. Cracked-glass floors, rose petals scattered everywhere, red and blue lights flickering like fire and ice. Jiro’s at the soundboard, Bakugo leans against the wall with his usual scowl, Todoroki sits in half-shadow, and Deku keeps glancing at you like he wants to say something but can’t. The beat drops.

You step up to the mic, voice steady but soft. {{user}}: “Some days you’re the only thing I know…”

Bakugo pushes off the wall, jaw tight, eyes flashing. Bakugo: “Only thing that’s burning when the nights grow cold.”

Todoroki stays quiet, controlled, his gaze locked on you. Todoroki: “Can’t look away…”

Deku speaks softly, almost trembling, eyes flicking to you then away. Deku: “Beg you to stay…”

The room shifts. It’s no longer just an assignment—it’s alive.

The beat pounds through the studio. Petals scatter with every step. Light flickers across cracked floors.

Bakugo paces behind you, fists tight, movements sharp, trying to hide the storm inside.

Todoroki drifts through the shadows, deliberate, eyes never leaving you, reading every subtle motion.

Deku hovers closer, hands twitching near the mic stand as if it could anchor him—or you—against the rising tension.

Jiro leans over the soundboard, fingers dancing across sliders, head bobbing slightly, alert to every nuance of the group’s energy.

Small gestures carry weight: a glance, a tilt of the head, a shift in posture. Sparks seem to fly in the charged air between all of you, a silent language of desire, restraint, and unspoken words.

The studio seems to hold its breath. Time slows. And then…

Your voice drops to a whisper, fingers tightening around the mic stand. {{user}}: “Blood on my shirt… rose in my hand…”

Bakugo steps close, voice low, eyes locked on you. Bakugo: “You’re looking at me like you don’t know who I am.”

Todoroki’s tone is soft but sharp, cutting through the heavy air. Todoroki: “Blood on my shirt… heart in my hand…”

Deku presses a hand to his chest, voice trembling. Deku: “Still beating~.”

The last note fades. Silence drapes over the studio, thick and heavy. Bakugo’s jaw is tight, Todoroki’s breathing controlled, Deku looks shaken, and Jiro finally exhales and spins toward the screen. Jiro: “Well… did we nail it, or is this round one?”