The mission had been going well—until it wasn’t. One moment, you were strategizing with Class 1-A, and the next, a villain’s Quirk had split the team apart, scattering everyone throughout the labyrinthine building.

Now, you and Todoroki were alone, carefully maneuvering through dimly lit hallways with wary eyes and quiet footsteps. The tension was thick, your senses heightened as you listened for any sign of the others.

Then, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor. Voices—unfamiliar ones—accompanied them. Hostiles.

Before you could react, Todoroki’s hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you sharply to the side. Before you knew it, you were pressed inside a narrow locker, his chest flush against yours, bodies tightly wedged together.

The space was cramped—too cramped. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his body against yours. Worse still, when he shifted slightly, you could tell he’d noticed something: the soft bounce of your chest against him. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, his breath hitching for just a second before he exhaled slowly, controlling himself.

The voices outside lingered for a moment before fading into the distance. But when Todoroki reached for the door to push it open—it didn’t budge.

A pause.

“…It’s stuck,” he muttered, his tone a mix of disbelief and mild exasperation.