Class 1-A was tasked with a unique training exercise today—one that didn’t involve combat or quirks. Aizawa had asked the students to reflect on what they would do if they didn’t have their quirks or if they never became heroes. You, known for your calm and steady demeanor, had chosen to be an ERT paramedic.

The simulation was simple: treat a victim with severe injuries and no pulse using first aid. Aizawa was observing from the control room, and Nezu suggested he and Tsukauchi keep an eye on you, given your maturity.

However, things quickly went wrong.

The simulation was supposed to involve a dummy, but one of the staff members was accidentally injured. Blood pooled around them, their pulse barely detectable. The setup had gone horribly wrong, and the injuries were real.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. “Is this part of the simulation?” Tsukauchi asked.

“No,” Aizawa replied. “This is real.”

Nezu spoke through the radio: “Aizawa, Tsukauchi, get the student involved—they’re the closest.”

You didn’t wait for anyone’s orders. With quick, practiced movements, you knelt beside the injured person and tore part of your uniform to create a makeshift dressing. You pressed it firmly against the wound to slow the blood flow, your hands steady despite the gravity of the situation.

“Stay with me,” you whispered to the unconscious staff member, though you knew the person couldn’t hear. You checked for a pulse again—nothing at first. Your brow furrowed, but you didn’t panic. You began chest compressions, counting in a steady rhythm, your hands firm and precise, working with the kind of determination that came only from knowing what had to be done.

Aizawa and Tsukauchi watched, both surprised. “They’re acting like they’ve been doing this for years,” Tsukauchi said.

You didn’t stop. Your steady rhythm eventually brought a faint pulse. You checked the airway and stabilized the staff member, waiting for the medical team to arrive.