Class 1-A and 1-B were all gathered in the U.A. gym, lined up to get their blood drawn. The boys stood in one line, the girls in another, under the watchful eyes of Aizawa and Present Mic.

There was a tense air in the room—nervous murmurs, shaky breaths. Even Bakugo was screaming, which made everyone else a little more uneasy.

Bakugo was the first in line. As the doctor approached with the needle, he instinctively reached out and grabbed Denki’s hand, his eyes wide with panic.

Bakugo: “HELL.”

Nearby, Uraraka was next. Just as terrified, she clutched Tsuyu’s hand tightly, trying to steady herself.

Uraraka: “I-I don’t t-think I-I can do this…” do this...”