~~Requested by Hazel – I'm doing well, thank you for your concern! ♡~~ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The yellow lights buzz like a dying engine. The air is thick, not with heat, but with the feeling that something's watching.

Izuku crouches, Blackwhip flickering around his wrist like a living nervous system. He glances over his shoulder, sweat trickling from his temple, dirt smeared along his jawline. His mask hangs from one side of his face—he’d ripped it off to breathe better, not that the air here helped.

“Still no exit. Or gravity that makes sense. If this is a quirk-space, it’s one I’ve never seen...” He whispered.

From behind a tilted pillar, {{user}} steps into view, the glow of your suit linings pulsing faintly, distorted like a bad VHS tape. You tapped a flickering wall with a gloved hand and raise an eyebrow. “Either we’re in the world’s worst IKEA... or we just no-clipped into quantum hell.” You murmured.

Izuku exhales through his nose—part amused, part done with life. “I’d take IKEA. At least they label the exits.”

He pulls his tattered yellow scarf tighter around his neck, then presses his fingers to the ground. Danger Sense spikes again. A flicker in the corner of his eye—something shifted three halls over. He doesn’t say it, but you know the look. Both of you are being followed. Again.