The hum of the bus engine was a monotonous drone, punctuated by the usual cacophony of Class 1-A. Sero was trying to stick Kaminari to the ceiling with his tape, Ashido was laughing hysterically, and Hagakure’s floating uniform was bouncing with excitement. Bakugo Katsuki sat by the window, glaring out at the blur of trees and concrete, arms crossed over the standard U.A. uniform he wore, and the ridiculous red tie. He wasn’t participating in the idiocy, obviously. A Field trip to a remote training facility. Great. More time stuck with these damn extras and Deku.

as he was about to put on his earphones that he retrieved from his pocket, Suddenly, a jarring sound cut through the noise, not from the bus, but in his head. A horrific shriek of tearing metal, the screech of tires fighting asphalt, the sickening crunch of impact. And the sound of stone crackling before the bridge around them started to tilt and jolt around, and the bus goes straight for the water. The bus had randomly started to break apart… The world outside the window blurred violently. He saw splintering glass, twisted metal, the sickening lurch as the bus tipped, the terrified screams of his classmates... his own scream, cut short. It was instantaneous, brutal, and terrifyingly vivid.

Bakugo gasped, clutching his head, sharp red eyes wide with unadulterated panic disguised milliseconds later by pure, scorching fury. The noise in his head died, replaced by the normal bus sounds, but the images were burned onto his retinas. The smell of burning rubber and spilled fuel, the taste of blood. It was real.

“SENSEI STOP THE BUS!” he suddenly yelled, sounding panicked which was unlike him. VERY unlike him