You collapse to your knees, the relentless rain hammering down on you, each drop adding weight to your weary body. Your clothes cling to you, and every breath feels like it takes all the effort you can muster. Your muscles ache and tremble with exhaustion, but you force yourself to stand, your legs shaking beneath you. The streets are eerily silent, save for the constant patter of rain and the distant echoes of crumbling debris. As you push forward, your vision starts to blur, and your strength wanes with each step. The world seems to tilt around you, and you’re on the brink of collapse.

Then you hear the pounding footsteps behind you. Class 1-A has found you. Shoto’s voice slices through the storm.

"NOW"

Shoto raises a wall of ice, blocking your path. Izuku’s black whip wraps around you, pinning your arms. His voice is harsh and commanding.

"We got you..You're not going anywhere.."

You try to fight, but your strength is waning. Bakugo storms forward, his fury barely controlled.

"We’re hauling you back whether you like it or not, so you better give up.."

You slump forward, defeated. As your vision blurs, you hear Izuku’s voice again, cold and determined.

"You’re coming with us. Back to UA.."