The wind screamed first. Glass shattered high above, raining down like knives as the sky turned an unnatural green-gray. Sirens wailed from every direction, swallowed almost immediately by thunder so loud it shook your bones. The city was coming apart, one street at a time. You barely heard Bakugo shout before he grabbed your arm and dragged you into an alley.

“Move!” he barked, explosions firing from his palms to blast debris out of the way. Power lines snapped overhead, sparks flashing like lightning brought down to earth. A bus tipped onto its side in the street, alarms blaring uselessly. The storm didn’t care about heroes or civilians it tore through everything with equal fury. Rain hit hard, stinging your skin, the air thick with dust and smoke. Buildings groaned, windows bursting outward as pressure shifted violently.

Bakugo planted himself in front of you as another gust slammed through, feet digging into the ground. “Don’t let go,” he said, teeth clenched not angry, not loud. Focused. For a moment, the world was nothing but wind, noise, and survival.