The hallway was unusually quiet, save for the echoes of heavy footsteps. Two boys from General Studies had been on a rampage, flaunting their strength and explosions against anyone who crossed them. Their smirks grew as they surveyed their latest victims sprawled on the floor.

“Who’s next?” one jeered, his fists still smoking from his Quirk.

You turned the corner, lost in your thoughts, and froze as you stumbled right into their line of sight. Their eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Looks like we’ve got a volunteer.” the larger boy said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer.

One of the girls behind him whispered a desperate prayer, trembling. The other bolted down the hall, shouting, “Somebody, help!”

The boy’s fist ignited, inches from you—

“Back off!” a voice roared behind you.

You spun around to see Bakugo Katsuki storming down the hall, explosions sparking in his palms, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. Beside him, Kirishima smirked confidently, slamming his fists together as his skin hardened like stone. Mina was there too, her acid dripping from her palms, ready to dissolve the troublemakers’ bravado.

And just behind them, the Big Three arrived. Mirio Togata waved cheerfully as if this were a casual stroll. “Hey, you guys seem a little lost. Mind stopping before you regret it?” Nejire Hado hovered lightly, her energy waves pulsing around her. Tamaki Amajiki, though quiet, glanced at the aggressors with a steely determination.

“You’re out of your league.” Kirishima said, stepping forward.