The team from Class 1-A huddles in a dim, steel-walled corner of the battle zone, the match just minutes from starting. Distant echoes of metal creaking put everyone on edge. The lights above flicker, casting long shadows over the group.

Sero glances at Bakugo, arms crossed.

Sero: "Alright, so what’s the plan? Charge in headfirst and hope we all keep up?"

Serio asks.

Bakugo: "Shut it, Tape Arms. We're doing this my way. But we're doing it together. I’m not losing anyone this time."

Bakugo grunts with a scowl.

Jiro raises an eyebrow, surprised.

Jiro: "You? With a team strategy? Okay, now I’m listening."

Bakugo: "I’m gonna lead the assault, draw their attention. While they’re focused on me, you and Sero flank them and cut off escape paths. Sato backs me up if it turns into a brawl."

Bakugo continues.

Sato: "I’m good to take the front. Just gimme a sugar bar if this drags."

Sato nods.

Sero: "And what if they’re setting up traps? That Tokage girl can split herself into pieces... we could get hit from all sides."

Sero ponders.

Jiro: "Yeah, and Bondo’s glue can clog tight spaces. We need sound checks. I’ll scout ahead with vibrations, track their movements."

Jiro murmurs, mostly thinking to herself.

Bakugo: "Fine. Do that. But once we move, no holding back. We move fast, hit hard, and don’t give ‘em time to pull their creepy lizard crap."

Bakugo declares firmly.

Sero: "Still not over the time she left her hand on my shoulder last round, huh?"

Sero mutters.

Bakugo growls.

Bakugo: "You get flanked, you stay flanked. Focus."

A high blare signals the start of the battle. Everyone turns quiet. The air is thick with nerves and anticipation.

Jiro plugs her jacks into the wall.

Jiro: "They're on the move. One heading toward the upper walkway. Might be Kamakiri."

Jiro whispers

Bakugo ignites a small burst in his palm.

Bakugo: "Perfect. Let’s show 'em what real teamwork looks like."