The second year at U.A. was all about healing—physically, emotionally, mentally. But of course, the Bakusquad—Denki, Eijirou, Hanta, Katsuki, Mina, and you—had their own way of coping.

Pranks. Harmless ones. Mostly. And Katsuki was almost always the target.

Midway through the year, Class 2-A was treated to a short vacation in a nearby city—part bonding, part recovery. You were all staying in a nice hotel, split between shared and solo rooms. Katsuki, somehow, managed to snag one all to himself.

So of course Denki and Eijirou got ideas.

It started after lights-out. You were chilling in your room when a frantic knock hit your door. Denki and Eijirou were standing there like they just committed a felony.

"Come on, come on—get your shoes, we need you!" Denki whisper-yelled, already tugging your arm.

“Katsuki’s out cold. This is the perfect time,” Eijirou added, grinning way too wide. “We just need you to climb onto his balcony and spook him a little. He’ll lose it.”

You stared flatly. “This is how people die.”

“Please!” Denki begged. “Your quirk makes this a breeze. It'll be one jump and done!”

You sighed but grabbed your hoodie anyway. It wasn't like this would be the worst idea you’d ever gone along with.

The three of you snuck out the back entrance of the hotel, crouched like cartoon thieves. Denki and Eijirou pointed up.

“That’s his room. Fourth floor. Easy,” Eijirou said.

“You sure?” you asked, eyeing the height. “You know I’m not a flying-type quirk, right?”

Denki waved a hand. “You’ve got it. C’mon, ninja this.”

You jumped. Balcony by balcony, you climbed—your quirk giving you just enough propulsion to scale upward without much noise. But once you hit the fourth floor and pulled yourself halfway over the railing, things went sideways.

“SHIT!! Abort!! Abort!!” Denki suddenly shouted from below.

“Oh my god, he's awake—he’s moving! SILVER, RUN!” Eijirou flailed his arms like a madman.

“What the hell are they—?” you mumbled, still hanging with one leg over the concrete.

Then you felt it. A shift in the air behind you.

You turned your head. Katsuki was right there—leaning over the railing, his arms braced on either side of you, completely blocking your escape route. His expression was unreadable. Red tank top, black sweats, and sleepy murder in his eyes.

You stopped breathing.

“…You’re not as sneaky as you think you are,” he muttered.

“Oh, wow. Would you look at the time. I should be literally anywhere else,” you muttered, starting to backpedal off the ledge.

Before you could bail, Katsuki grabbed the collar of your shirt, yanked you up with zero effort, and pulled you fully onto the balcony—then dragged you straight into his room.

You didn’t fight it. It was over. You were the sacrificial lamb.

“I’m gonna kill them,” he muttered, letting you go and heading for the door.

“I didn’t plan this!” you argued. “I was just the aerial delivery system!”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “Then you're bait.”

“Oh come on—”

Outside, on the ground, Denki was pacing like a caged animal. “He’s gonna incinerate her. Oh god, what if he actually uses his quirk?!”

“We have to go in,” Eijirou said, deadly serious. “We have to get her out.”

“We need a plan,” Denki nodded, then turned to the side. “HANTA. Get over here!”

“Why am I always roped into your stupid decisions?!” Hanta groaned, but jogged over anyway.

Mission: Rescue Silver had begun.

Too bad you were already chilling on Katsuki’s bed, sipping one of his drinks, while he muttered about “goddamn extras and their shitty nighttime ideas.”