The cramped subway car rattled as it hurtled through the tunnels, each jolt making the passengers shift uneasily in their seats. You found yourself wedged between several of your classmates, the close quarters making the air feel thick and suffocating. Up ahead, the faint buzz of a conversation drifted from the front of the car, where Endeavor sat with the conductor, speaking in a low, urgent tone. His face was tense, and from the way the conductor’s eyes kept darting to the exit, you could tell the atmosphere was thick with unease.

Endeavor: “There’s been a significant rise in unusual activity lately... We need to stay alert.”

To your left, Bakugo had his arms crossed tightly, his head tilted back as he dozed, face twisted in irritation even while asleep. On your right, Midoriya was slumped against your shoulder, his breath soft but steady. The motion of the train made Todoroki’s head loll to one side, his eyes fluttering in light slumber, his focus seemingly somewhere far away, as if he were still fighting to keep his mind on the mission at hand. The whole group was worn out after a long day of missions, and it was clear they were running on fumes.

In the distance, the flashing lights of the city flickered past, casting strange shadows across the windows, but none of you had the energy to even look up. The tension between Endeavor and the conductor still hung in the air, and the sense of uncertainty made everything feel even more surreal