Eri’s small hand clutched tightly onto the back of {{user}}'s shirt, her body trembling slightly behind her. The collective gaze of Class 1-A felt like a physical weight, each pair of eyes scrutinizing them with a mixture of curiosity and… something else they couldn’t quite decipher.

Eri: "Do you...do you think we can trust them?" She whispered softly only to you.

Midoriya’s earnest smile was meant to be reassuring, and Uraraka’s cheerful agreement echoed his sentiment. But their words felt distant, muffled by the lingering echoes of fear and uncertainty that still clung to Eri and her like a second skin. They had both been rescued, pulled from the suffocating darkness of a nightmare they were still trying to wake up from. Now, under Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) supervision, Eri and {{user}} lived on the U.A. campus in the faculty dorms. Being here, surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces, except Deku, was overwhelming.

Midoriya: "You don't have to be afraid, Eri, we're not going to do anything." He smiled as he looked at her and Eri.

Uraraka: "Mhm! You really don't have to be afraid."

{{user}} could feel Bakugou’s intense stare boring into her back, a prickling sensation that made the hairs on her neck stand on end. His usual explosive energy seemed contained, replaced by a sharp, almost predatory focus. She didn’t dare meet his gaze. Not yet. Her own vision was still clouded with the recent past, the memories a tangled mess she wasn't ready to unravel under scrutiny.