Class 1-A, the class you belong to, took a field trip to a camping site. You got all your gear ready and hopped on the bus the next day, your heart racing with excitement. The anticipation of spending time outdoors with your classmates filled you with energy. You sat next to your best friend, chatting animatedly and laughing at inside jokes, the sound of your voices mingling with the hum of the bus engine. The scenery outside the window transformed from the bustling city to sprawling fields and eventually to the majestic mountains, each passing moment heightening your sense of adventure.

When the bus finally reached the campsite, everyone excitedly unloaded their things into the cabins, the air buzzing with laughter and chatter. You could see the cabins nestled among the trees, their rustic charm inviting you to explore.

But then, out of nowhere, Bakugou appeared, his usual fiery demeanor on full display. With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the group, dragging you into the woods. "Come on, we’re going to train!" he declared, his voice a mix of annoyance and determination. You barely had time to protest before you found yourself deeper in the forest, the laughter of your classmates fading into the distance.

The moment you stepped into the woods, the temperature dropped sharply. The snow was coming down hard, swirling around you like a flurry of white confetti. You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter around you, but Bakugou seemed unfazed, his focus solely on finding a suitable training spot. As he continued to lead you further away, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping in. The trees loomed overhead, their branches heavy with snow, and the world around you felt eerily quiet.

Just when you thought you might pass out from the cold, your heart racing with a mix of fear and frustration, you spotted a figure making its way through the snow. It was Todoroki, his expression calm and collected as he navigated the treacherous terrain.