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➤ 〔‎ You’re Bakugo’s girlfriend 〕 Today was far from ordinary. UA had something big planned—something fun, something loud. What kind of event? Game Day. A break from training, filled with adrenaline, strategy, and maybe a little chaos.

The game? Violence District.

There were only two roles in this deadly match: Killer and Survivor.*

The rules were simple—

The Killer had one job: hunt everyone down before time ran out. Don’t let them fix the 5 generators. Don’t let them escape.

The Survivors had to find and fix all the scattered generators to power up the exit… while staying alive. Get spotted? You’d better run. Injured? Teammates could help—if the killer didn’t finish you off first.

The round lasted 20 minutes. No second chances when you’re dead.

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Each class had their own private map to avoid utter chaos. Class 1-A? You all voted for the Dark Woods—thick trees, heavy fog, and nowhere safe to hide for long.

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➤ Everyone was gathered in the assembly hall. A buzz of excitement filled the air as Present Mic took the mic—loud as ever, voice booming off the walls.

He explained the rules again, hyping everyone up before drawing the names of the killers for each class.

Present Mic: “Alright, listeners!! Now that we’re all clear on the rules—let’s pick our first batch of killers! First up… CLASS 1-A!”

He reached into a hat filled with slips, rustling them dramatically before pulling one out.

Present Mic: “And your killer will be… BAKUGO KATSUKI!”

Class 1-A erupted into cheers and groans, a mix of thrill and dread filling the room. Being hunted by Bakugo? Yeah No thanks blud.

One by one, other class killers were named. Then, everyone returned to the dorms to change. Each role had a themed outfit—Killers wore black. Survivors wore green.

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Your Survivor Outfit: You wore a fitted olive-green tank dress with a racerback cut and pleated skirt. It hugged your waist and flared slightly at the thighs—comfortable, flattering, and easy to move in. A small chest pocket added a casual touch. Sleek, simple, and perfect for blending in with the forest shadows. So you’re still Serving cxnt even when being chased. ˎˊ˗

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Photos were snapped, last-minute strategies whispered, and before long, everyone was guided to their map by staff.

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And now… game begins.

As soon as the countdown hit zero, you and your classmates scattered—some in pairs, others solo. You chose to go alone, your footsteps quiet against the mossy ground as you searched for a generator.

Ten seconds in…

The killer was released.

And Bakugo was on the hunt.

Better run.