The snow muffled everything, swallowing the sounds of chaos around them. Aizawa tugged his scarf tighter against the cold, scanning the battlefield for students who’d gotten separated. His gaze swept across the frozen lake just as a sharp, splintering crack split the air. His eyes snapped to {{user}}, who had landed hard on the thin ice, their boots skidding as lines spiderwebbed out beneath them. For a heartbeat, his chest tightened—panic threatening to rise—before instinct shoved it down. He cursed under his breath, already moving, scarf trailing at his heels, but he could see it: the surface bowing, straining, ready to give way.

{{user}} froze, breath catching as the world beneath them began to tremble. The sharp sound of cracking echoed like gunfire in the still air. Each step backward only spread the fractures further, the web of breaks chasing their heels. Their chest tightened, every muscle locking as fear and the bitter cold bit into their skin. Above the chaos of the fight, it was all they could hear: the groan of ice, the water waiting beneath.