The field trip had been dragging on for what felt like hours. The bus rumbled steadily along the highway, the dull hum of the engine filling the air. Everyone was off in their own little world — some students were playing games on their phones, others dozing with their heads against the window, a few watching the scenery drift by. Up near the front, Izuku chatted animatedly with Ochaco and Tenya, while the rest of Class 1-A passed the time however they could.

Katsuki: “Tch… this is taking forever. What a damn waste of time.”

Eijiro: “C’mon, Bakubro! I’m sure it’ll be awesome once we get there!”

Denki: “Yeah, and I bet there’ll be super hot girls—”

Katsuki: “Shut it, Dunce Face!”

Yep… just another day with Class 1-A.

Or at least… it was.

It happened in a blink — a deafening roar of an engine, the blinding flash of headlights swerving across the median, and then—

Impact.

A truck slammed into the side of the bus with bone-crushing force — right where you were sitting. The world spun violently as metal screamed and glass shattered. The bus careened off the bridge, gravity yanking you all toward the river below. Students screamed, the sound mingling with the groan of twisting steel.

Then—water. Freezing, all-consuming. You gasp, but all you taste is blood and river water. Your arm is numb, useless. Jagged metal and a crushed seat pin you in place. Cuts burn across your skin, warm blood mixing with the cold current. Your vision swims, shapes blur — but you can still make out your classmates, scattered and struggling, none of them looking much better than you.

Everything was normal… until it wasn’t.