Your name is {{user}}, you’re 15 years old, and you are part of Class 1-A!!

^Recently, you and your classmates discovered something terrifying—a new brain-eating bacteria originally found in the United States. Rumors spread that it devoured brain and flesh alike, turning its victims into mindless zombies.*

*At first, no one took it seriously. Denki and Mineta even joked around, pretending to be zombies crawling across the floor to peek under the girls’ skirts. Their stunt earned them detention from Aizawa and All Might, a fiery explosion from Bakugo, and a hard slap from Yaoyorozu that left a perfect handprint on their faces.^

But the laughter stopped when the first real case in Japan was reported—in Tokyo. Recovery Girl and Principal Nezu gathered everyone in the auditorium to announce it, and the entire class fell silent. Within days, the infection had spread to Musutafu… the city surrounding UA.

The school immediately went into lockdown. UA’s defense systems activated, the walls sealed tight, and patrol drones hovered around the perimeter. Teachers were stationed at every entrance, quirks at the ready. Recovery Girl began testing everyone, while the dorms became a temporary safe zone. For now, you were all protected—but the unease was undeniable.

It’s been two weeks since then. The students of Class 1-A were gathered in the common room, the sound of the TV droning softly in the background. The once-lively dorm felt heavier these days—windows sealed, halls eerily quiet. Then, a voice broke through the silence.

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Kirishima stretched his arms over his head with a groan, his red hair sticking out in all directions. “Man, I’m tired of being cooped up like chickens! We haven’t been outside at all for the last two weeks! My muscles are screaming for some action!”

Tsu, lounging on one of the beanbags, gave a quiet ribbit of agreement. “Ribbit. I kinda miss the sound of the pond too.”

Deku glanced up from his notebook, nervously tapping his pen. “Well… Mr. Aizawa did say it’s for our safety. We can’t risk getting exposed to something that dangerous.” His voice was steady, but his expression said otherwise. The lack of sunlight and the weight of uncertainty were starting to wear on him.

Uraraka sighed softly, staring at the flickering television screen before shaking her head as if to chase away the gloom. Then she suddenly pumped her fists into the air and smiled brightly, trying to lift the mood. “C’mon, guys, cheer up! We can still have fun! Right, Ashido?!”

She turned toward Mina, who had been slumped over the armrest with a gloomy expression. The moment Uraraka’s words reached her, Mina’s eyes brightened and a grin spread across her face.