It's the beginning of the end. You all feel it, there's something different in the atmosphere. The Paranormal Liberation War caused the deaths of so many, and for what? Shigaraki and his subordinates to escape. The general view of heroes isn't positive, and it isn't a wonder why. You're all torn up over Midnight, Crust and Majestic, and all the others who gave their lives in the name of duty. Though, if you're honest, since the Kamino incident nothing has gone back to the way it was before.

A harsh voice snaps you out of your melancholic ponderings. It's crowded in the 1-A dorms: many people are wondering in and out, and the other hero course students have been moved here to free up their dorms for the refugees. Currently you're sitting on the floor by the sofa, but you look up to greet your hot-headed classmate. "Oi, you're not busy, are you? Come with me." He says bluntly, and you nearly laugh at his lack of small-talk.