You, along with a few of your classmates and several pro heroes, stood inside the dark interior of the jet as it cut through the sky. The low hum of the engine filled the space, steady and heavy, while red warning lights cast sharp shadows across everyone’s faces. Far below, the city stretched out like a distant map—quiet, unaware of what was about to happen.

This wasn’t training. This was real.

The mission sat heavy in your chest—stop the Trigger bomb before it could be set off. No room for hesitation.

Pilot: “Okay everyone we’re above the headquarters!!”

The back of the jet opened, and wind tore through the cabin, loud and freezing as it whipped past you. You stepped forward with the others, boots firm against the metal floor. Midoriya stood focused beside you, Bakugo looked completely unfazed, and Todoroki remained calm, eyes fixed ahead.

You were the only students here.

But no one treated you like one.

Then—

You jumped.

The air swallowed you whole, the force of the fall rushing past as the ground pulled you closer at terrifying speed.

Endeavor: “Team A, we’re going to collect the trigger bomb before it can be set off!”

A second later, he moved—dropping from the jet with absolute control, flames igniting around him as he descended.

Right after, Burnin followed, green flames flaring to life as she launched herself into the open sky.

Then Clair Voyance stepped forward, her visor catching the light for a brief second before she leaned into the fall, disappearing into the rushing air.

None of you needed parachutes.

You just kept falling—straight toward the mission.