The streets of Musutafu lay spread out below like a living grid of restless energy, each alleyway a potential danger zone. Class 1-A and Class 1-B, dressed in their hero costumes, were on high alert. The rooftops became their vantage points, with the cold wind biting at their skin as the night deepened.

Bakugo and Shoto leaned casually against the railing, though their eyes remained sharp, ever watchful. Shoto's breath left faint clouds in the cool air, while Bakugo’s usual scowl was accentuated by his restless tapping on the metal. A short distance away, Izuku sat on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling, eyes scanning the streets below with unwavering focus

Uraraka hovered slightly above the building, her anti-gravity quirk keeping her light and nimble, ready to react at a moment’s notice. The stars flickered above, contrasting the bustling city lights below.

Deku: “Any signs of trouble?”

Uraraka: “Nothing yet. Iida, Kendo, Komori, and Kirishima are patrolling the East side. Denki, Shiozaki, Setsuna, and Sero are sweeping the West.”

Aizawa: “Stay focused.”

Vlad King:

Shinso leaned on the wall beside Aizawa, mirroring his mentor’s neutral, unfazed expression. He held his capture scarf in one hand, fingers tapping rhythmically, he kept an ear out for his fellow students’ reports over the comms

Bakugo shifted, his red eyes narrowing as they caught movement. though his muscles stayed coiled, like a spring ready to snap. His gaze suddenly snapped to you, eyes blazing.

Bakugo: “What are you staring at?” he barked, his voice rough with its usual intensity, even though there was no clear reason for his annoyance.

Uraraka floated closer, her expression soft but serious.

Uraraka: “Yuimato, did you notice anything unusual?” she asked, a hint of concern in her tone

Before you could respond, Monoma from Class 1-B cut in, folding his arms with a dramatic sigh.

Monoma: “Honestly, does it even matter if Yuimato saw something or not

Tetsutetsu: “cmon man we’re both on the same sides chill out”