The world outside had vanished.

One moment, you and Bakugo were mid-battle—dodging attacks, countering with precision—and the next, everything warped. A square space snapped into existence around you, shimmering with unnatural energy. The villain’s quirk had sealed you both inside, cutting off escape, communication, and reinforcements.

Bakugo didn’t take it well.

“DIE!” he roared, launching a barrage of explosions at the walls, his palms flaring with heat and fury. The blasts echoed violently, smoke curling through the confined space.

Nothing happened.

No cracks.

No flicker.

Just silence.

“Fucking shit!” he snarled, pacing like a caged animal, his teeth gritted and eyes blazing.

You coughed lightly, waving away the smoke. “I don’t think brute force is gonna work.”

Bakugo shot you a glare, then turned back to the wall, fists clenched. “I’m not sitting here like a damn idiot while that bastard gets away!”

You leaned against the far corner, trying to stay calm. The space was tight—barely enough room to move freely—and the air was growing warmer with each of Bakugo’s outbursts. Your heart pounded, not just from the fight, but from the uncertainty.

No one could get in.

You couldn’t get out.

And the villain was still out there.

Bakugo finally stopped, breathing hard, sweat glistening on his brow. He glanced at you, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“We’ll get out,” he muttered. “I’ll blow this thing to hell if I have to.”

You nodded, offering a small smile despite the tension.

“I know you will.”

And for a moment, the silence between you wasn’t so heavy.

Just two heroes, trapped together, waiting for the world to shift again.