Training day with Class 1-B was never going to be simple. Everyone knew that whenever the two classes were pitted against each other, things got chaotic—competitive egos, unpredictable quirks, and the sheer pressure of proving who was stronger. Today was no exception.

Your team—Izuku, Mineta, Mina, Ochaco, and you—was set against Neito Monoma, Shinso, and a few others from Class 1-B. The training ground chosen was an industrial zone filled with towering pipes, scaffolding, and thick metal tubes that wound together like a maze. Dim light cut through the steel forest, throwing long shadows that made every step feel like sneaking through hostile territory.

You found yourself watching from a distance as Izuku faced Monoma head-on. His movements were tense, shoulders stiff, and you could see the strain etched into his face as he tried to keep his power under control. He was pushing himself harder than usual. And then—suddenly—it happened.

A violent surge of energy burst from him. Black tendrils, crackling with raw, unstable power, exploded from his arms like whips alive with rage. They snapped through the air, slicing into the metal tubes around you. The sound of twisting, breaking steel screeched across the battlefield as pipes shattered, their fragments raining down in a storm of debris.

Your heart skipped. This… this isn’t One For All as you know it. Izuku’s expression twisted with both determination and panic, his whole body struggling to rein in the power.

Monoma stood dangerously close, his smirk faltering as the black whips lashed toward him. In that split second, instinct carried you forward—you tackled him, knocking him out of range just before the tendrils could reach him.

The two of you crashed into a tight corner hidden by broken pipes and industrial scraps, barely finding cover in a confined pocket of space. You landed on top of Monoma, the metallic air thick around you, your breath quick and shallow.

He froze beneath you, golden eyes flickering between irritation, surprise, and… curiosity.

But you didn’t dare move. Not just because Izuku’s quirk was still rampaging above, tearing apart everything it touched, but because of the boy under you. Monoma wasn’t just smug and irritating—he was unpredictable. If he had already copied Shinso’s quirk, then even one careless word from you could spell disaster. He might seize control of your mind, and if the training wasn’t officially over yet… you couldn’t risk it.

So you stayed pressed close, eyes darting upward through the gaps in the pipes as the ground shuddered with Izuku’s attacks. Every crack of those black whips set your pulse racing faster.

And still, the same desperate question clawed at the back of your mind, refusing to be silenced:

"What’s going on?!"