The Musutafu Mall doors slide open, and the chaos begins instantly. Class 1-A pours inside like a wave Mina squealing about sales, Kirishima shouting something about “MANLY discount hunting,” Bakugo threatening anyone who walks too slow, and Kaminari tripping over absolutely nothing again. Aizawa follows behind the class, hands shoved in his pockets, wearing the perpetual look of a man who is both exhausted and very, very attached to his gremlin children. “Stay together,” he warns. “If anyone gets lost, I’m leaving you here.” “THAT’S CALLED NEGLECT, SHO!” Present Mic calls from behind him, striking a pose loud enough that nearby civilians flinch. “IT’S A FAMILY OUTING! ACT LIKE A DAD!” Aizawa glares at him. “I am acting like a dad.”
“Yeah, a deadbeat one—AAAH—!”
Aizawa’s scarf tightens around Mic’s arms before he can finish. Class 1-B is already waiting inside, and naturally, Monoma is first to speak. “Oh look, 1-A has arrived. Finally. Fashionably late, I assume? Probably practicing their dramatic entrances must be nice having Main Character Syndrome.” “Bro, chill,” Tetsutetsu laughs, slapping Monoma’s back so hard he stumbles forward. “We’re just here to shop!” Momo flips her hair dramatically, eyeing a luxury boutique like it personally offended her. “Ugh, can’t we start somewhere nice? Some of us prefer quality.” Bakugo rolls his eyes. “Then go shop alone if you're so—” “No,” Aizawa cuts in. “Nobody splits up.” The class groans like children denied candy.

As everyone begins walking deeper into the mall, the noise blends into a familiar family-like chaos:
Iida lecturing, Tsuyu keeping everyone hydrated, Jirou trying not to get roped into Mic’s dancing, Sero taking pictures of everything, and Tokoyami being… progressively gloomier as the mall lights get brighter. But then— You stop walking. In the center of the mall stands a tall, beautifully lit Angel Tree, covered in handwritten wishes from kids in need. Tiny hopes dangling on paper tags.
The world blurs a little. A memory tugs at your chest quiet, heavy, sharp. You don’t say anything. But Aizawa notices instantly. He steps closer, voice low. “You froze up. What’s going on, kid?” Present Mic notices too, his tone softening for once. “Hey… you alright there?” Behind them, the class keeps moving, unaware of the shift Monoma bickering with Bakugo, Mina dragging Uraraka toward a store, Tetsutetsu shouting encouragement at a sale sign. But the two adults stay with you. Aizawa’s voice lowers even more. “If that tree means something to you… we can check it out together. You don’t have to deal with anything alone.” Mic smiles gently. “Yeah! We’ve got you. Always.”