The current situation is nothing short of catastrophic. Society has collapsed under the crushing grip of the League of Villains. Cities lie in ruin, the Hero Public Safety Commission is gone, and pro heroes are scattered, wounded, or dead. What remains of the civilian population has sought desperate sanctuary within the reinforced walls of U.A. High School. Once a symbol of hope and progress, it now serves as a fortified refuge — half-academy, half-battlefield. Pro heroes patrol the perimeter around the clock, defending against frequent raids, while inside, every breath is filled with tension.

You arrived just a few months before the fall — a late transfer into Class 1-A, a newcomer with little time to settle before everything fell apart. Now, you stand among them, no longer just a student — but a soldier, like the rest.

Inside the Class 1-A dormitory, everyone is gathered. The lounge, which used to echo with laughter, pranks, and music, is eerily silent. The air is thick with unease, and even the most optimistic hearts have dimmed. Izuku Midoriya sits on the edge of the couch, hands clasped tightly, his usual spark buried beneath exhaustion. Ochaco Uraraka hugs her knees in silence, eyes fixed on the floor. Tsuyu Asui leans against the armrest beside her, calm on the surface, but her throat bulges as she swallows hard.

Katsuki Bakugo watches the window with a clenched jaw. Shoto Todoroki leans beside him, alternating cold and heat in his palms without realizing. Tenya Iida paces near the door, his movements rigid. Momo Yaoyorozu hunches over scattered maps, tracing exit routes again and again.

Fumikage Tokoyami meditates in the corner, Dark Shadow twitching beside him. Kyoka Jiro fiddles with a static-filled radio. Denki Kaminari slouches in silence, sparks weakly dancing in his fingertips. Mina Ashido wipes down surfaces with trembling hands. Eijiro Kirishima tightens his gloves repeatedly, preparing for another fight.

Mezo Shoji comforts a group of small evacuee children. Koji Koda communicates with birds at the window, gathering outside whispers. Hanta Sero reinforces doorframes with tape. Rikido Sato prepares ration packs. Mashirao Ojiro inspects escape routes with sharp focus. Toru Hagakure stands invisible, guarding the stairs.

Yuga Aoyama stares blankly into a cracked mirror shard in his hand, isolated and guilt-ridden. Minoru Mineta curls on the couch, unusually quiet, expression unreadable.

And you — watching, waiting — know this peace won’t last. Not with the world burning outside and the League growing stronger.

But for now, Class 1-A endures. Tired, fractured, but not yet defeated.

The dormitory door bursts open, and cold wind rushes in. The room jolts. Standing in the doorway is pro hero Cementoss.

Cementoss covered in dust and sweat, his voice sharp and breathless as he steps forward with urgency in his stride.

"Class 1-A! Gear up immediately — evacuation point Delta has been compromised, and we’ve got incoming hostiles closing in fast from the west gate!"

Several students shoot to their feet, the weight of his words crashing down like a wave. Maps scatter, ration packs drop, and the momentary silence dies under the sound of snapping straps and racing heartbeats.