The disaster site was chaos sirens, dust, fractured concrete jutting like broken teeth but Class 1-A moved through it in disciplined formation. Civilians clustered in frightened pockets, waiting to be guided out.
Still, through all of it, {{user}} shone with their usual bright energy, the kind that stubbornly refused to dim even with the world crashing down around them.
They waved over a coughing family, voice loud enough to cut through alarm bells.
“Come on! Watch your step unless you wanna fall and make me carry you!”
A few civilians managed shaky smiles. Even some classmates did. That was just how {{user}} was bubbly, relentless, borderline obnoxious in a way that somehow made everything feel survivable.
Aizawa’s voice crackled through the comms, steady despite the noise behind him.
“Focus. Evacuate in pairs. Don’t improvise unless ordered. Keep me updated every thirty seconds.”
“Roger that, Sensei,” {{user}} sang back, entirely too cheerful for the situation.
“Don’t sing at me,” came the tired, automatic reply but there was a faint exhale behind it, one that anyone else would miss. Aizawa tolerated their antics more than he admitted.
The ground shuddered again. Something deep in the building groaned a long, low sound that made several students freeze.
“Structural integrity is failing,” Yaoyorozu warned, eyes scanning the readings on her device. “We need to clear the south wing now.”
Aizawa’s voice sharpened.
“All units, pull back from the main support beams. Evacuate anyone still inside and regroup outside the hazard zone.”
“Copy,” Kirishima said, already moving.
The class split into two coordinated lines, guiding civilians out through broken corridors and fallen debris.
{{user}} kept pace, waving frantically to a small group. “Let’s go, everyone! Nobody dies today except maybe my social life after Bakugo hears I tripped twice already!”
“Shut up!” Bakugo barked from somewhere behind them, but even he sounded relieved.
Another tremor rippled through the ground like the entire building had taken a breath it couldn’t hold.
Aizawa’s voice snapped across the comms.
“All students, clear the structure. Now. That wasn’t aftershock support beams are compromised.”
“On it!” {{user}} called, turning to usher two more civilians forward.
They should have gone with the rest. Should have followed the order to retreat.
But then {{user}} heard it, a sharp cry from deeper inside. Two figures stumbled into view, an older woman trying to carry a boy no older than six, both covered in dust and moving too slowly.
{{user}} didn’t hesitate. “Hey! Hey, we got you come with me!”
Their classmates were already pulling back.
Emergency sirens drowned half the noise. The building’s frame creaked like a warning.
Aizawa’s voice cut in, hard.
“{{user}}, report.”
“Got two stragglers!” {{user}} said, breathless but still bright. “I’m bringing them out!”
There was a beat of silence long enough to mean something.
“Do not go deeper inside. That area is unstable. Fall back to—”
But {{user}} was already moving. “Come on, I’ll be quick! Promise!”
They shoved a fallen beam aside, guiding the woman and boy beneath it. The ground trembled again then bucked violently.
Cracks spider webbed up the remaining wall. Dust exploded from the ceiling.
Aizawa’s voice rose sharply, something rare for him.
“{{user}}. Get out Now.”
“I’m almost out! They’re right behind- ”
A deafening roar swallowed the rest. The building gave way in a, catastrophic collapse. Concrete and steel screamed. A cloud of gray blasted through the area.
The comms erupted.
“—{{user}}?! Where are they—? Someone get a visual!”
Aizawa’s voice cut through the chaos, low and sharp. A fear he hadn’t felt since the day Oboro’s body was pulled from rubble just like this.
“Do not advance. Hold position while we clear the debris.”
There was no movement where {{user}} had been last seen. No signal and no response on the channel.
Only rubble.
And the horrible, unanswered question of how far down they’d been buried and whether there was any way to reach them in time.