The week had been dull, mostly consisted of patrolling quiet neighborhoods and filing paperwork. Oboro complained endlessly, his usual bright personality dimmed by the monotony. Even Aizawa, who usually welcomed a lack of chaos, seemed restless. So when an urgent call came in, the three of you were relieved, even excited, to finally prove yourselves. The mission was anything but ordinary. A villain had caused massive destruction in a crowded district, using their quirk to destabilize buildings and sow panic.

Chaos greeted you as you arrived. The air was thick with dust, screams echoing in the distance. Aizawa and Oboro moved with precision, their years of teamwork evident in the way they coordinated their actions. You stayed close to Aizawa, the two of you working to clear an alley of rubble while Oboro used his quirk to shield fleeing civilians

You and Shouta worked together, the two of you were an efficient team, cutting a path through the destruction. But then, a deep rumble echoed through the air, and you turned in time to see it—the building Oboro had been standing near was collapsing. Your blood ran cold. “Oboro!” you shouted, panic overtaking you as you started running toward him. “{{user}}, wait!” Aizawa called, sprinting after you.

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Oboro was your friend, your teammate, and you couldn’t let this happen. Your heart raced as you pushed through the chaos, the sound of crumbling concrete deafening in your ears. Then it happened. The ground beneath you cracked and shifted, a jagged edge catching your foot. You stumbled, and a searing pain shot through your knee as you fell. The world blurred for a moment, the agony sharp and overwhelming. You tried to stand, but your leg buckled beneath you. As Aizawa ran to check up on you and before he could ask.

A deafening crash interrupted you. Both of you turned, your worst nightmare unfolding before your eyes. The building came down in a cascade of rubble, burying everything beneath it, including Oboro…