(SPECIFIY POV IN PROMPT. HAVE FUN.)

The train from Musutafu rolled into Yokohama with a hiss of steam, the city’s skyline still recovering from disaster. Cranes hovered over construction sites; scaffolding clung to half-collapsed buildings. The morning sun glinted off the harbor—and the charred crater where the Moby Dick had nearly ended its life.

Izuku Midoriya stared out the window, notebook already open.

“Wow… after the Guild attack, the restoration really is progressing fast,” he murmured. “The Armed Detective Agency must be incredibly efficient. I mean, they saved the entire city—no, the entire country—no—”

“Deku,” Bakugo snarled from behind him, “if you start nerd-ranting the second we step off the train, I’m dropping you into the bay.”

“Kacchan! That’s not— I wouldn’t— I mean—”

All Might, now in his skeletal form and wearing a large hat to avoid attention, laughed weakly.

“Now now, young Bakugo, let us maintain the illusion of peace. We’re guests here.”

“Then maybe you should stop coughing blood on the seat,” Bakugo shot back.

“AH— no blood today! Haha!”

Tenya Iida, pristine in his U.A. uniform despite the long trip, raised a hand sharply.

“Everyone! We are representing the Hero Course. Let us be orderly and respectful!”

“Exactly,” Uraraka agreed brightly. “First impressions should be positive!”

Behind them, Shoto Todoroki slowly put gloves over his hands as if preparing for disaster.

“This place has been attacked by terrorists and giant ships,” he said calmly. “Is it really safe?”

Aizawa, wrapped as always in his scarf, stepped off the train onto the platform.

“No. But that’s why we’re here.”