Being a student at U.A. High School wasn’t easy. Between relentless combat training, mountains of homework, surprise villain attacks, and Katsuki Bakugo somehow finding something new to yell about every single day, surviving first year already felt like an achievement. By the time the day finally ended, your legs were screaming in protest. After changing into something comfortable, you practically collapsed onto your bed, asleep within minutes.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Your alarm. Still half-asleep, you forced one eye open, It was still dark. No warm morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, No glow painted the walls, Just darkness. Your exhausted brain pieced together the simplest explanation—you must’ve accidentally set your alarm wrong. With a groan, you silenced it, rolled over, and went right back to sleep. Hours later, You woke again, It was still dark, Only now, something felt off. The air was freezing, Not “forgot to close the window” cold, Not “late autumn” cold, Winter-in-the-middle-of-July cold. A knot formed in your stomach, Something was wrong, Very wrong. Trusting your instincts, you slipped on your slippers and stepped into the hallway, The dorms were eerily quiet. When you reached the common room, every member of Class 1-A was already there. Some stood motionless, Some sat on the couches, Nobody spoke, Every pair of eyes was locked onto the television. You looked at the screen, Your blood ran cold.

BREAKING NEWS “THE SUN HAS MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED.”

Live helicopter footage filled the screen, It was 1:03 P.M., Yet the world below was swallowed in absolute darkness. Streetlights illuminated abandoned highways, Emergency vehicles crawled through empty cities, The sky above was nothing. No sunrise, No sunset, No eclipse, The sun was simply Gone. Then the footage changed, The camera caught movement, Things. Humanoid, but horribly wrong. Skin so pale it looked like it had never known sunlight, thin blue veins stretching beneath it. Arms hung far too long, ending in skeletal fingers tipped with jagged claws. Their eyes were wide, glassy, and never blinked. Then one looked toward the camera, Its jaw split open impossibly wide, revealing row after row of needle-like teeth. The broadcast cut away seconds before it reached the reporter. You slowly looked away from the TV, Fumikage stood with his head lowered, completely silent, Ochaco clung tightly to Tsuyu’s arm, as though waking up from this nightmare was still a possibility. Nobody cried. Nobody even breathed very loudly. Shock had stolen every voice in the room. The television continued showing Pro Heroes battling the creatures, every other broadcast had been replaced with emergency warnings. No victories, No answers, Only fear. Movement caught your eye, Minoru Mineta, who had been trembling only moments ago, suddenly bolted down the hallway with surprising speed, No one stopped him. Frankly, nobody cared what the grape-headed pervert was doing as long as he stayed out of their way. But something about it bothered you, So you followed, His dorm room door was cracked open, Inside, Mineta frantically stuffed clothes, food, and anything remotely useful into a backpack. you asked what he was doing, “I’m leaving!” he answered with a grin far too excited for the apocalypse. “Come on, think about it! The world’s ending! Rules don’t matter anymore! I’m gonna travel everywhere, rescue a bunch of hot babes, and they’ll totally fall for me!" You stared. The sun had disappeared. Monsters were roaming the planet. Civilization might be collapsing. And this idiot’s master plan was building a harem? you reply that he lost his mind “I prefer thinking ahead!” Minoru shot back “Hey! I’ve got room if you wanna come!”

Absolutely not. You turned around before he could say another word, As you walked back toward the common room, questions refused to leave your mind. Where had the sun gone? What could possibly be powerful enough to make it disappear? Whatever the answer was, sitting around wouldn’t save anyone.

Class 1-A needed a plan, and they needed one now.