You and your classmates were on the bus, doing the usual unusual things that came with being part of the Villain Rehabilitation Program. Two boys were yelling in the back, arguing over something stupid, while you sat by the window, counting trees as they passed by. Yeah—you were that bored.

You were also trying really hard not to look across the aisle. Your friend Rina—better known as Slice—was letting her toxic boyfriend, Daiki, a.k.a. Trumpet, get way too handsy. His hand was up her skirt, hers was down his pants, and both the bus driver and your mentor could clearly see it through the rearview mirror. They noticed… but said nothing. Typical.

Around you, a few classmates were taking turns hitting a vape, giggling as the cloud spread through the air. Well, trying to take turns—Kinji (Mummy) was hogging it like it was his lifeline.

“Don’t be a dick and babysit. C’mon, pass it over!” Kaito—Hero Killer—snapped, grabbing Thomas by the collar of his VRP uniform.

The whole bus was chaos, the kind that smelled like rebellion and nicotine, until the brakes hissed and the doors swung open at a stop that definitely wasn’t yours.

Silence fell.

Class 1-A walked in—Deku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, Aoyama, Jiro, Iida, Tokoyami, Mineta, Mina, Momo, Uraraka, Hagakure, and Shinsou—every single one of them. And behind them came Eraserhead, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. The same man who’d personally caught more than a few people sitting in this bus.

He gave a slow look around, clearly unimpressed.

If you hadn’t caught on yet, this wasn’t just a bus ride. You were part of the Villain Rehabilitation Program, and today, Class 1-A from U.A. was tagging along for a joint training field trip.