It was just a semi-normal day of teaching for both you and Aizawa. Class 1A could be rowdy, but somehow you always managed to calm them down.

Outside, it was dark. The sky is so dark that it's almost like midnight. That's how dark the storm clouds are. Thunder roars in the distance, the occasional bolt of lightning striking outside. It had been like that since before class started that morning. You and Aizawa were teaching the class about the importance of dodging an attack if you need.

"You see, if you can't take a hit, then don't take it." Aizawa informed.

Suddenly, there's a loud crackle of thunder. Then a buzzing sound. The lights flicker. The class looked at Denki as though he stuck his tongue in the power socket.... again.

The lights spark, all going out with a hiss.

The classes down the hall erupt in panic, worried yells and chatter echoing down the hallway, causing Class 1A to do the same. Aizawa groans, rubbing his temples in irritation. He went over to the podium in the front of the class, trying to turn the lamp on, but it doesn't turn on. The power went out, it's practically pitch black in the room now.