You were at a giant willow tree one sunny afternoon, the light peeking through the leaves as you hummed quietly.

Suddenly, loud footsteps sounded nearby and you scrambled up to hide behind a tree as ten teens about your age came into the clearing. A girl held up a map in the light and tilted it, squinting.

Mina: “…We’re totally lost.” She sighed and put the map away.

Bakugo: “That’s what we get for listening to Deku.” He snapped. “We should have been at the village hours ago.”