MHA oneshot

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The dorms of U.A. High School buzzed with excitement as Class 1-A prepared for their much-anticipated slumber party. It was a rare occasion for the young heroes-in-training to unwind and bond outside of their rigorous hero studies and training sessions. As evening descended, the common room of the dormitory transformed into a cozy haven filled with laughter, chatter, and the comforting aroma of snacks.

Izuku, Todoroki, Bakugo, Uraraka, and the rest of Class 1-A gathered around a large pile of blankets and pillows that had been arranged in the center of the room. Mina, always the life of the party, had taken charge of organizing games and activities to keep everyone entertained throughout the night.

"Alright, everyone!" Mina announced with a mischievous grin. "First up, truth or dare!"

The room erupted in cheers and groans as the game commenced. Laughter filled the air as classmates took turns daring each other to perform silly antics or reveal embarrassing secrets. Kirishima, known for his boldness, was the first to take a dare, which involved him attempting to balance a spoon on his nose for a full minute—a feat that had everyone in stitches when he succeeded after several failed attempts.

As the night wore on, the group settled into a more relaxed rhythm. Some lounged on the blankets, engrossed in animated discussions about hero techniques and recent missions, while others snacked on popcorn and shared stories from their childhoods.

In one corner, Todoroki and Midoriya found themselves engrossed in a friendly debate about the practical applications of different Quirks in rescue scenarios. Their conversation ebbed and flowed with a mutual respect for each other's insights, occasionally punctuated by bursts of laughter when they imagined the more humorous outcomes of their hypothetical scenarios.

Nearby, Uraraka and Tsuyu sat cross-legged, exchanging stories about their families and hometowns. Tsuyu's deadpan humor and Uraraka's bubbly enthusiasm created a delightful contrast as they shared anecdotes from their childhoods and their dreams for the future as heroes.

Meanwhile, Bakugo and Kirishima found themselves embroiled in a heated video game competition, their competitive spirits fueling an intense rivalry that had them on the edge of their seats. Cheers and taunts echoed around the room as they battled it out, each determined to claim victory over the other.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere grew warmer with the camaraderie and friendship that bound Class 1-A together. The dormitory walls echoed with the sound of their laughter, a testament to the deep bonds forged through shared triumphs and challenges.

As the clock ticked past midnight, Mina gathered everyone's attention once more, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright, last game of the night—scary stories!"

The room fell into a hushed silence as classmates settled closer together, eager to indulge in the thrill of spine-chilling tales. Each story, whether exaggerated or whispered in hushed tones, sent shivers down their spines and elicited nervous laughter that only strengthened the sense of unity among them.

Eventually, fatigue began to catch up with the group, and one by one, Class 1-A retreated to their designated sleeping areas—some curling up in their sleeping bags, others claiming spots on the couches and bean bags scattered around the room.

As Izuku settled into his sleeping bag, surrounded by the soft murmurs and occasional snores of his classmates, he couldn't help but smile. Tonight had been a reminder of why he had chosen to become a hero—not just to protect others, but to forge friendships that would last a lifetime.

With a sense of warmth and contentment settling over him, Izuku closed his eyes, grateful for the bonds he had found in Class 1-A—the bonds that made even the most ordinary moments, like a slumber party in the dorms, feel extraordinary.

The sun rose over U.A. High School, casting a soft golden light through the dormitory windows where Class 1-A had spent the night. As the students began to stir from their slumber, the dormitory buzzed with the usual morning energy—yawns, stretches, and sleepy chatter filling the air.

But amidst the routine morning rituals, a sudden realization jolted the class into alertness—Midoriya Izuku was nowhere to be found.

Panic rippled through the dormitory as classmates searched frantically for any sign of their friend. Todoroki's heart raced with worry, his mind flashing back to the last moments he had seen Izuku the night before—laughing and chatting with the rest of the class during their slumber party.

"Where could he be?" Uraraka whispered anxiously, her voice trembling with concern.

Bakugo's expression hardened, his fists clenching at his sides. "We need to find him," he declared, his voice tight with urgency.

Mina took charge, rallying the class together to comb through the dormitory and surrounding grounds for any clue that might lead them to Izuku's whereabouts. They searched every room, checked every corner of the campus, and questioned anyone who might have seen something unusual during the night.

Hours passed with no sign of Izuku, the fear in their hearts growing with each passing minute. Anxiety hung heavy in the air as they gathered in the common room once more, their faces drawn and pale with worry.

Just as despair threatened to take hold, a frantic voice echoed through the dormitory—a security guard had found a torn piece of Izuku's uniform near the edge of the school grounds. The discovery sent a chill down Todoroki's spine, the realization sinking in that Izuku had been taken against his will.

Determined not to waste another moment, Class 1-A mobilized into action. Todoroki and Bakugo led the charge, their minds focused on finding their friend and bringing him back safely. They coordinated with the school faculty, contacted the authorities, and utilized their Quirks to search every inch of the surrounding area for any trace of Izuku.

The hours stretched into a tense and agonizing wait as they awaited any news. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, filled with a mixture of hope and fear that threatened to overwhelm them.

Finally, just as dusk began to settle over the horizon, a breakthrough came—a faint signal from a tracking device embedded in Izuku's uniform led them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, Todoroki, Bakugo, and the rest of Class 1-A stormed the warehouse, their hearts pounding with a mixture of relief and apprehension. The air inside was thick with tension as they cautiously navigated through darkened corridors and echoing rooms, their senses alert for any sign of danger.

And then, in a dimly lit room at the heart of the warehouse, they found him—Midoriya Izuku, bound and gagged but alive. Relief washed over Todoroki like a tidal wave as he rushed to Izuku's side, his hands trembling as he untied the ropes that bound his friend.

"Izuku," Todoroki breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "Are you okay?"

Izuku nodded weakly, his eyes filled with gratitude and exhaustion. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he surveyed their surroundings with a fierce determination. "Who did this?" he growled, his voice a low rumble of anger.

The authorities arrived soon after, securing the scene and transporting Izuku to the hospital for a thorough examination and treatment. Class 1-A gathered outside the warehouse, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering worry as they processed the events of the day.

In the aftermath of Izuku's kidnapping, the school tightened security measures, and the students remained on high alert. Yet amidst the fear and uncertainty, one thing remained steadfast—the bond that united Class 1-A, stronger than ever in the face of adversity.

As they stood together under the fading light of the setting sun, Todoroki couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of gratitude for the friends who had risked everything to bring Izuku back safely. Their journey as heroes-in-training had taught them many things, but above all, it had shown them the power of unity, courage, and unwavering friendship in the face of darkness.