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The message came in only three days later, during the early hours of the silent morning. The entirety of U.A. lay sleeping under the watchful eye of Nezu's top of the line security cameras. The air outside had grown colder as autumn began to really claim it's place in the world, turning windows into works of art with swirly frost flowers. For that reason the students were all under their thick, warm blankets, in their comfortable beds, without a care in the world. No troubles could touch them as long as their eyes remain shut, or so some of them believed.

In reality, in the 1-A dorms alone, three teenagers suffer from unrestful sleep, plagued with nightmares and untrue visions. And if not nightmares, then just their own thoughts and insecurities, even the ones long buried or thought overcome. They wait and wait and wait, in great anticipation for that one sound, until,

Ping

The beep of a phone and the adjoining awakening of the small screen painted the whole dorm room in annoying artificial white and pink, results of the Hello Kitty wallpaper on Uraraka's flip phone. She groggily sat up and rubbed her eyes, wondering why her alarm had gone off even though it was still dark outside, until remembering what this could only mean. The realization made her jump to check the phone, reaching for it from the side table, only to end up crashing onto the floor face first and with a loud thud.

" Ugh... Ouch." Her hands, which had managed to grab the device just in time, held it up to her face so she could see better. Pain of her earlier ordeal seemed to be rapidly fading as her brain processed the words written on the screen. Three words of "We got them." were enough to light a fire inside the girls chest and she nearly sprinted downstairs, bags and hero costume in hand. It was a miracle she didn't end up rolling down the dark staircase as she ran practically blind.

Not only was she determined, but also very nervous about what exactly they would find. What sort of impression would she give the pro heroes on the scene? How the cooperation between the police and the heroes would pan out? What if somebody got hurt because of her inexperience? So many things could go wrong here, they could be too late or a little too early, they could act too harshly or way too gentle.

It was official, she was going to throw up.

Ochako met up with Tsuyu at the end of the stairs and the two hurried to the living room together.

" Alright. You too?" Kirishima asked, standing by the sofas, phone in hand. He had his bags by the doors ready to depart. The girls both nodded.

" It's happening. Let's do our best."

" I know we can do this. Let's go rescue Midoriya and that Eri kid!"

The entrance clicked open and a dishevelled Shinso, similarly still in pyjamas like the others, came in. He looked almost relieved to see them up, that meant not having to go knocking on door to door in this giant maze of a building.

" Good, you're all awake. You saw the news, I assume? Aizawa sensei texted that they'll come pick us up in ten minutes, so get ready."

It had just ticked past three in the morning when the teens piled into a white van in their full hero gear, along with their sensei and lastly the third years. No one spoke, the radio played for a while before it was shut off, the tension could be felt in the air. As the tires screeched and the engine roared, Uraraka couldn't help but to look back on the days preceding this. She leaned against the tinted window, enjoying the coolness as her eyes tugged themselves closed for some much-needed sleep.

Yesterday was hard, no, downright horrible, and it all started in the cafeteria.


" I can't eat."

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