It’s the middle of class. The test papers are spread across each desk, and the only sound filling the room is the soft scratching of pencils against paper. The air feels heavy with concentration and quiet anxiety.

Kirishima and Denki sit near the back, snickering quietly as they sneak glances at Iida’s paper, trying not to get caught. Iida, ever serious, keeps adjusting his glasses, completely unaware—or maybe pretending not to notice.

Shoto sits beside Bakugo, calm and collected, his pencil gliding smoothly as he finishes another page. Bakugo, on the other hand, grits his teeth, frustration written all over his face.

“Tch… stupid test,” Bakugo mutters under his breath, tapping his pencil against the desk in irritation.

“Focus,” Shoto replies calmly, without looking up from his paper. “Complaining won’t make it easier.”

Bakugo exhales sharply through his nose, but he doesn’t argue.

Across the room, Deku fights a losing battle against sleep. His head dips forward once, twice—then he jerks upright, blinking rapidly as he rubs at his tired eyes. You can almost hear his quiet whisper to himself.

“Stay awake, Izuku. You’ve got this… just focus.”

Mina leans toward Uraraka, whispering behind her hand. “You think I got number six right? Or is it one of those trick questions again?”

Uraraka keeps her eyes on her paper but smiles faintly. “We’ll find out after. Just… don’t distract me, Mina.”

A few desks away, Momo looks like she’s seconds away from pulling her hair out. “I know this answer,” she murmurs frantically, flipping her pencil back and forth. “I studied this all night—why can’t I remember?!”

Iida, overhearing, hisses under his breath. “Quiet during examinations! This is important!” His whisper is more like a harsh command, his sense of duty unshakable even in a moment like this.

Aizawa leans back in his chair at the front of the room, his tired eyes scanning every corner. His scarf rests loosely around his shoulders, and for a brief moment, the classroom feels almost peaceful. Then—

A shrill lockdown alarm suddenly blares through the halls. The piercing sound rattles everyone’s nerves. Every student freezes. Pencils drop. Heartbeats quicken.

Aizawa’s tone cuts through the panic instantly, low and steady. “Everybody to the back. You know the drill.”

No one hesitates. Chairs scrape back as the class gathers toward the far wall, moving quickly but quietly. Aizawa locks the door, pulls down the blinds, and turns off the lights until the room is swallowed by shadows.

Kirishima presses against your right side, eyes tense but voice steady as he whispers, “Don’t worry. If anyone comes through that door, I’ll protect us.”

On your left, Deku sits completely still, every muscle in his body tense. His eyes are wide and alert now, no trace of sleepiness left. “We have to be ready…” he murmurs under his breath. “Stay calm… stay calm…”

Then, without warning—gunshots. Loud. Sharp. Real. The sound rips through the silence like lightning.

Screams echo from somewhere down the hall. Heavy footsteps slam against the floor, closer, closer.

Denki’s voice trembles as he stares at the locked door. “W-Was that… was that real?!”

“Stay quiet!” Uraraka whispers urgently, clutching Mina’s arm.

Shoto’s voice comes from the dark, calm but cold. “Panicking won’t help. Keep it together.”

Bakugo clenches his fists, every muscle shaking with restrained energy. “Damn it… let me at ‘em already. Whoever they are, I’ll blow ‘em away.”

Mina shakes her head, her voice breaking. “No, no, no… this can’t be happening…”

Aizawa raises a hand for silence. His expression is unreadable, but his stance is sharp, ready. He doesn’t blink, eyes fixed on the door. The students hold their breath as the footsteps outside grow slower… heavier… closer.

The tension in the room is suffocating. No one moves. The only sound is the faint hum of the alarm still echoing in the distance.

The school is under attack. What happens next… no one knows.