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Katsuki Bakugou felt like he was in the movie The Breakfast Club. Except it wasn’t a Saturday and the group of students here were not left to their own devices in detention.
He looked over to his right and saw his former best friend, Izuku Midoriya, someone he hadn’t seen in forever, mumbling incoherently on how much trouble he was with his mom (pfft, nerd), Ochako Uraraka, who was now sporting a short haircut and a pink stripe in her hair, sitting in the chair writing in her notebook, and Asui Tsuyu, or Tsu as she liked to be called, who was tapping her fingers on the desk, clearly bored. To his left was Tenya Iida, who looked like he was going to vomit, and Shouto Todoroki, who was nonchalantly enjoying one of the Percy Jackson books.
A bunch of misfits indeed.
Up front in the desk was Mr. Torino, an old geezer who should have retired years ago, typing away on his computer, clearly not amused with keeping an eye on some troublemaking teenagers.
He then looked at the clock and watched the second hand tick away every second. They only had to endure this for another half an hour.
Mr. Torino stood up and ushered himself out, “I am going to use the restroom. No funny business while I’m gone.”
“Okay,” everyone said, and Mr. Torino then closed the door.
Katsuki placed his feet on top of his desk, bringing his hands behind his head as he took in his surroundings. He was the first to break the ice, “So what are you all here for? I’m surprised to see some of you here, including you, Deku.”
Izuku squeaked at the name, fumbling over his words, “O-Oh, uhh… I-I really don’t think we should be t-talking right now, Kacchan…”
Katsuki rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname and looked over to Uraraka, “What about you, Cheeks? Being captain of the cheerleading squad got boring or something?”
Uraraka stopped her writing and turned to give Katsuki a scowl, “None of your business, Bakugou. I have nothing to tell you.”
Katsuki hummed in response, “Frog? Four Eyes? Half and Half?”
“Bakugou, it is impolite to talk about such things while in detention,” Iida responded, adjusting his glasses, “We are all here for a reason that none of us are willingly ready to discuss and we are paying the price for it. As much as it pains me to be here, I have dirtied my hands and am now suffering the consequences.”
Katsuki barked a laugh, clutching his stomach in the process, “Oh, thank you, I needed that. Look, I’ll tell you my life story and then we’ll all share our own and sing Kumbaya or something.”
“Bakugou, I insist–” Iida started.
“I got into some trouble with the law for a prank gone wrong, now I’m under house arrest. Got kicked off the football team. See? Check it out, fuckers,” Katsuki lifted up his left pant leg and sure enough, there was an ankle monitor wrapped around.
Tsu gasped, “So it was you that rammed your car into the principal's house!”
“Hell yeah, you should have seen Nezu’s face,” Katsuki smirked as he pulled his pant leg down.
“Then why was it a prank gone wrong?” Shouto asked, his eyes now on the blonde.
Katsuki shrugged, “We originally were gonna just bust in stealth mode, but I hit the ignition on accident. I panicked, I told my bud to get out and I took the fall.”
“Are… Are you supposed to be telling us this?” Izuku asked.
“Eh, it’s whatever,” Katsuki retorted.
“And who was your ‘buddy’ that was with you?” Uraraka chimed in.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Cheeks. Besides, my bud would get in trouble if I spill,” Katsuki snarled back.
Shouto leaned over to Iida and whispered, “Ten bucks it was Kirishima.”
“I’ll do twenty if it’s Kaminari,” Iida replied back.
“Fifty if it’s both,” Tsu said.
“Oi! Stop fucking guessing!” Katsuki shouted at the three.
Izuku mumbled a reply, “W-Well, you started the conversation–”
“And now I’m fucking ending it, Deku,” Katsuki growled at him, making the green haired boy form a line on his face.
Uraraka looked over at Izuku, giving him a sympathetic look, “What did you even see in him when you were kids, Izuku?”
Izuku fumbled with his fingers, “We… Well, we grew up in the same neighborhood and played together. We were joined at the hips as my mother always said,” he looked over to the side with a small smile on his face. His smile then faltered, “But then we just grew apart as we both had different interests.”
Katsuki scoffed, “And now here we are in fucking detention together. My mother must be so fucking proud we’re back together in one classroom and we didn’t blow up a desk this time around.”
“You blew up a desk??” Iida shrieked.
“IT WAS ONE TIME AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT DURING SCIENCE CLASS!” Izuku squealed, his face covered in his hands.
Katsuki snorted, but before he could continue, Mr. Torino came back into the classroom. He quickly shuffled his feet back onto the floor and resumed his posture. Everyone else went quiet and went back to what they were doing before, although the atmosphere seemed less tense.
“Alright, time’s up. Same time tomorrow,” Mr. Torino said as he shut down the computer and collected his things. Katsuki wasted no time as he grabbed his red jacket and rushed out the door.
He could hear the rest of the group following in suit as they went to their respective lockers to gather their things before heading home.
He needed to get home before five or he would get in trouble, but he had about an hour to kill before then, so he grabbed his backpack and was about to head out to a nearby convenience store when a mop of green hair filled his vision.
Izuku stood in front of him, fiddling with the hem of his green flannel, before speaking, “Hey, umm… Kacchan? I just wanted to say… While it probably wasn’t smart to do a prank on the principal and it got you into trouble, that was very brave of you for taking the fall. Yeah, your friend probably should have gotten in trouble, too, but uhh… Yeah… That… That was all I wanted to say…” Izuku then scurried off in the opposite direction, unable to look at his former friend and a wave of embarrassment surrounded him.
Once he had gotten over the sudden green whiplash, Katsuki facepalmed. Did the nerd really just do that? First legit conversation in years, and that’s all he could say? Fucking hell…
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he went to check it out. It was a message from his mother.
Hag
Where the hell are you? You have 40 minutes until curfew!
Get your ass home, brat!
Katsuki growled at the text before he responded back.
Brat
Yeah, yeah, I’m coming home now
Chill the fuck out
I just bumped into Deku, that’s all
Hag
Really? Izuku? He was in detention with you??
Brat
Yeah
Couldn’t really avoid it
Shocker, huh?
Hag
Don’t get sassy with me!
We can continue this conversation in PERSON, AT HOME!
NOW!
Brat
I’m ON MY FUCKING WAY DAMMIT
Katsuki put his phone back in his pocket and stormed out of the building, pit stop completely abandoned.
“So, Izuku, huh? Haven’t heard you talk about him in a long time,” Mitsuki stated, a small smirk painted over her face as she did the dishes.
Katsuki wanted to strangle her, but he didn’t have the will to perform matricide, so instead he scoffed, “What’s it to you? Haven’t talked to him in a long time.”
“Yeah, since middle school. You bullied him relentlessly to the point his mother had to step in and make sure you didn’t have anymore classes together. I’m still pissed at that, by the way,” Mitsuki stated with a piercing look.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, but she wasn’t wrong. He really felt bad about the whole thing, but what was he supposed to do? Apologize and pretend the bullying never happened and resume their friendship? Like Izuku would give him the time of day anymore.
Then again, he did during and after detention, so maybe…
He heard a knock on the door and his father stood up to open it.
He could hear Masaru making casual conversation with a familiar voice before he heard footsteps coming into the kitchen.
Officer Takami came striding into the kitchen and waved, his golden hair bouncing as he stepped even under his officer hat and uniform, “Good evening, Bakugous, just checking in to see if Katsuki made it home.”
Katsuki scoffed, “Wouldn’t dream of breaking more laws, Featherhead.”
“Brat!” Mitsuki snapped.
Katsuki smirked and shrugged, “Just being honest with you.”
Officer Takami smiled, “And we did make it home in time? No detours?”
Katsuki nodded, still annoyed by the whole procedure.
Officer Takami then clasped his hands together, “Alrighty, let’s see the monitor, then.”
Katsuki groaned, but did as he was told. He lifted his pant leg up and let the officer inspect it to see if there were no damages. Once he was satisfied, he gave him a thumbs up as Katsuki rolled his pant leg back down.
“Cool beans! Now then, I’ll write this down and get out of your hair. Same time tomorrow?”
“Of course, thank you for your time. And again, apologies for our son’s behavior,” Masaru said.
Katsuki snorted as Officer Takami walked out the door while writing on a pen and notepad. As the door shut, Katsuki huffed as he stood up and went to walk to his bedroom.
“And where are you going? Dinner will be ready in ten,” Mitsuki asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Not hungry, gonna do some homework I didn’t get done in detention,” Katsuki merely stated before going up the stairs.
He slammed his door shut and hopped onto his bed, groaning very loudly into the pillow.
Ten down, 49 more to go…
Izuku sat on the edge of the cliff, his hair flowing in the wind as he watched the waves of the ocean crash into the rocks underneath. He had his hands folded in his lap as his legs dangled over the edge, contemplating every choice he has made in the last month.
He twirled a small coin in his hands and looked down on it to inspect it closely for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. Held in his hand was a small green coin with a dragon symbol on it. He doesn’t remember how he found it, it just appeared out of nowhere after the earthquake. He also doesn’t know why, but having it in his hands and using it gave him some sense of strength he didn’t know he needed.
In his entire 17 years of living on this Earth, he never once felt this way, and he absolutely loved it.
At this point, he heard the voice that had called to him since day one ringing in his ear as the coin glowed in his hand, “Hello there, Zuzu, I hear you got into some trouble at school~”
He chuckled, “You could say that, though I never thought I’d bump into an old friend in detention today.”
“Oh? And who is this old friend of yours? Give me the deets~” the voice cooed like a gossiping teen.
Izuku rubbed his hand behind his neck, “Well, we haven’t seen each other since middle school. Although technically we go to the same school, we haven’t had the same classes since. He kind of… Bullied me to a point where I couldn’t function…”
“That explains your anxiety meds and therapy,” the voice stated matter-of-factly.
Izuku’s shoulders hunched down, “Y-Yeah…”
The voice hummed a tune he did not recognize before it spoke again, “So how did it feel seeing him again? Were you angry? Scared? Frustrated to the point where you can rip his dick off?”
“Woah woah woah! That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?” Izuku shrieked, shocked that the voice would imply that he would resort to violence, “I… I was a bit scared, but nothing to the point of hurting him. I don’t even want to do that.”
“Hmmm… Interesting… Sounds like you have a soft spot for him, Zuzu~” the voice sing-songed, a giggle coming right after that.
Izuku stuttered for a response as his face flushed red, which made the voice cackle some more before it spoke again, “I’m just teasing ya, stop taking things so seriously~”
“Anyway,” the voice then turned dark and all of a sudden, every part of Izuku’s body froze on the spot as if he was entranced, eyes now vacant and dull as they stared in front of him, “I have another job for you. Be a dear and play fetch for me~”
“As you wish, my Empress,” Izuku responded in a monotone voice. He felt his body stand on the edge of the cliff, holding the green coin that glowed even brighter in front of him as he then dove off of the cliff and into the dark abyss. What was then left was a shine of bright green and a whistle in the distance.
In another realm entirely, a wicked grin painted the features of a petite young blonde woman’s face as she looked at her projection of Izuku playing her game. She turned around and walked over to her other pets that served her.
She laughed as she clapped her hands together, “Everything’s going according to plan, my lovelies! Little Zuzu thinks he’s doing good and gaining confidence, but little does he know, he’s doing my bidding to find that Zeo Crystal and obtain some gold to revive our precious Goldar~”
“Yes, Empress Toga, we have heard you speak of this plan for some time now , so what? Whoops, sorry,” A man in a black and white mask stated, though it seemed like he was speaking for three people in one body.
Toga giggled, “Oh no need to worry, Jin, I know you can’t help it. But I like to repeat my plans so I know what’s in store!”
A taller man with light blue hair and scarred face scoffed, “Let me ask you, Empress, what is the end goal when we do get Goldar back and when we get the Zeo Crystal?”
Toga grinned, “World domination, my sweet Shiggy! Just like I envisioned for EONS, and once we find the crystal, we find the Command Center, destroy it, and BOOM! No more Power Rangers!”
Shigaraki hummed, “And what about Izuku?”
“Oh I have plans for him, just like how I have plans with you. When I’m done playing with my toys, I don’t just toss them in the trash, you know~” Toga gleefully stated.
She turned to look back at the projection that showed them all of Izuku’s process, searching high and low for the crystal in a dilapidated building. She has had him look for it for some time now, but no matter what, he can’t seem to figure out where it is.
She huffed, “If only Yagi didn’t hide everything so easily. This is getting frustrating!”
“ I agree , let’s burn the entire town up, it’ll be easier that way to find it!” Jin shouted.
“Patience, Jin, we have all the time in the world,” Toga cackled, watching with joy as Izuku continued his search, before settling on robbing a nearby jewelry store of its precious gold.
Toga grinned, all will fall into plan soon enough. All for One will be most pleased with this new development.
Kirishima snickered, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
“Pipe down, Shitty Hair, we’re almost at the house,” Katsuki retorted.
Kaminari grabbed a bag full of toilet paper and sneered, “Old Rat won’t know what hit him guys!”
“I said keep your voice down, Pikachu!” Katsuki snarled as he pulled into the driveway of their principal.
It was eerily quiet at 2am, well past the Cinderella curfew for them. They were planning on doing your typical toilet paper all over the house prank due to him announcing some budget cuts to the music and art program. Kaminari was suddenly worried about his girlfriend, Jirou, who wanted to work in the music industry, so he and Kirishima joined in on this harmless prank.
Katsuki turned to look at Kaminari as he spoke, “Remember, stealth mode. Go in, do your shit, and get back. Comprende?”
Kaminari and Kirishima nodded as they both got out and did the work. They threw the toilet paper over the house (makes sense since they’re quarterback and defense respectively), and after several minutes, they ran back to Katsuki’s car.
“Okay, go go go!” Kirishima whisper-yelled.
Katsuki hit the gas…
… Only to forget to put the car in reverse.
All three screamed as the car slammed into the garage door, pulling it off of its hinges and hitting the van in the garage, making it blare its alarm.
Katsuki lost all sense of calmness and he shifted the car in reverse and ran for the hills, cursing at himself for making a careless mistake. Kirishima and Kaminari were screaming bloody murder at each other as a flash of blue and red lights started to follow them.
Tap.
Kirishima shrieked, “What do we do man??? What do we fucking DO?????”
Katsuki growled in frustration once they reached a cul de sac and saw the cops approaching the car to corner them.
Katsuki quickly turned to Kirishima and Kaminari, “Get out!”
“Bro—“
“But Kats—“
“Out! Now!” Katsuki screamed.
The two wasted no time as they scurried out of the car, tossing apologies his way and disappeared into one of the house's backyards.
Tap.
He struggled to get the seatbelt off of himself as the blue and red lights surrounded him and an officer shouted in the distance to have him get out and follow their orders.
Tap.
Katsuki slowly did as he was told before he found cuffs on his wrists and was given his Miranda rights before he was shoved into the back of the police car.
Tap.
Katsuki didn’t know what to do. He found so many eyes on him it was like torture. His reputation was now hindered thanks to this whole thing. Goodbye football scholarship, goodbye college, hello flipping burgers for the rest of his God damn life.
Tap!
Katsuki was woken up to the sound of tapping on his window. He wiped the apparent sweat that his forehead accumulated from the memory and sat up to look over. When he actually saw a stone hit the glass, he grumbled and opened it up. He peered down and groaned.
The last people he wanted to see were Kirishima and Kaminari. They’ve caused him enough trouble as it is.
Kirishima waved his hands above his head, “Hey Bakubro! Just checking in to see how you’re doing on house arrest.”
“Fuck off Shitty Hair,” Katsuki snarled, flipping the two off.
“Hey look, man, we’re sorry about the whole thing. We would have taken the fall with you,” Kaminari shouted.
“If my memory serves me right, Pikachu, you two were running from the fucking car when we got caught the moment I told you to get out, leaving me to fall for the whole fucking thing! You two didn’t even spare a second of hesitation and didn’t come forward when I needed you most! Do you have ANY idea what this whole mess cost me???” Katsuki sneered back, fuming inside.
“Okay, we get it. We fucked up, we’re sorry. We honestly shouldn’t have done the whole prank in the first place,” Kirishima responded.
“Sorry doesn’t get my football scholarship back, nor does it get me accepted to any other elite schools I could have gone to, you assholes! I shouldn’t even be talking to you two, I’m fuming just by staring at your shitfaces,” Katsuki snapped.
Kaminari sighed, “I told you this wasn’t gonna help, Kiri.”
Kirishima rubbed his temples, “Look, we’re willing to turn ourselves over. Just give us that much.”
“No. The case has been closed. Fuck, I shouldn’t be talking about this here, go the fuck home, it’s 3am!” Katsuki stated before he closed his window and went back to his bed. He could hear the other two shouting to get his attention from below and they even tried the stones again. Ten minutes passed and they eventually gave up and left.
Finally, peace.
The weekend finally came and Officer Takami came to visit to adjust some parameters with the ankle monitor.
“You’ve been given permission to go out of the home from 12pm to 5pm on the weekends, as we have seen you obeying the rules and regulations and haven’t slipped once. Do not take advantage of our kindness, though,” Officer Takami wiggled his finger in front of Katsuki, who growled in frustration.
“Great, at least I get to live my life a little bit,” Katsuki mumbled.
Officer Takami laughed, “Yeah, we’re not that mean, especially to kids. However, break this rule, and you’ll be back to square one with us, capiche?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah.”
He heard the monitor beep and soon, Officer Takami stood up and walked over to his parents. Katsuki looked up at the clock; it read 1:03pm.
Whelp, time to take advantage of this newfound freedom.
“I’m going to the beach,” Katsuki stated as he grabbed his red jacket and walked out the door, ignoring his parents' urges to explain himself.
Katsuki walked along the shoreline, the buzzing of busy people of Angel Grove giving him a sense of calm. The sound of seagulls chirping in the distance and the crashing of the waves brought him some tranquility he hadn’t had in a long time.
He thought about the choices that he made throughout his life. His mind immediately went to middle school, teasing and taunting his former friend, Izuku. The way he looked up at him with tear stained eyes of betrayal, clutching his books in front of him to defend himself in case Katsuki threw a physical blow at him. He never did, but the others would. He remembered the words he said that made the poor boy curl up in a ball before he walked away, pretend laughing with the crowd he no longer associated with…
“Go jump off the roof if you know what’s good for you!”
Katsuki scowled at the memory, regret flooding through him. He didn’t really know why he did what he did. As the two got older, he kept feeling like he was sick whenever he was around Izuku. His chest would tighten up and his stomach would flip every time he laid his eyes on him.
It scared the living shit out of him. Hence why he started bullying him.
Now he feels like he just wants to throw his arms around the damn nerd and tell him he’s sorry. But what good would that do? Even though he did talk to him a little bit that first day, he wouldn’t blame Izuku if he’s still scared of him.
Maybe he should talk to him next time.
He continued to walk down, alone with his thoughts, when he heard some shouting in the distance.
“Oh fuck you, Ochako!” a female voice shouted.
“I said leave me alone,” he heard Uraraka shout back.
Katsuki looked up, and sure enough, his peace and tranquility was brought to a sudden stop as he saw Uraraka being pushed into the sand by Camie Utsushimi and a couple of other girls behind her that were giggling and laughing, all from the cheerleading team.
Oh hell no.
Katsuki walked over and shouted, “Hey!”
Camie looked up in shock, her face contorted in confusion and terror. The other girls gasped as Uraraka just stared at him bewildered.
“I aint afraid to punch a girl, so back the fuck off!” Katsuki retorted back.
Camie scoffed, “As if, coming from you, a promising football star turned bad boy! Do you have any idea what she did to me??”
“Don’t know, don’t care. All I saw was that you threatened her and pushed her in the sand. Now I will not ask again. Kindly fuck off,” Katsuki snarled, crossing his arms to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.
Camie huffed before turning around, “Come on, ladies. Let’s not associate ourselves with girls like her ,” she spat out that last word like it was a slur before leaving, her motley crew in tow.
Katsuki stood there until the girls left and were out of sight. He sighed before reaching out his hand to help Uraraka up, “You okay, Cheeks?”
Uraraka reached out her hand and stood up, “Y-Yeah, thanks, Bakugou,” she brushed off the sand that collected onto her pink blouse.
Katsuki hummed, “Do I need to know what happened?”
Uraraka looked away, “No, it’s the reason why I’m in detention, anyway. By the way, why are you out here? I thought you were on house arrest?”
Katsuki smirked, “Got special permission to go out during the weekends now. Still gotta be back by a specific time, which sucks ass, but I’ll take that over being cooped up in my damn house with my overbearing parents.”
Uraraka smirked at that, “I guess I can’t blame you for taking advantage of that. Anyway, thanks for the assist.”
“No problem,” Katsuki stated.
“Ochako! There you are!” The voice of Tsu rang as she then threw herself onto Uraraka, who chuckled at the embrace. Uraraka placed a small peck on her cheek as she pulled away.
… Huh…
“Ah, you two are dating now?” Katsuki asked, genuinely curious about this new development.
Uraraka smiled, a small blush formed on her cheeks, “Y-Yeah, it kind of happened out of nowhere.”
“Are you okay with that, Bakugou? We’re trying to keep it a secret for now,” Tsu asked, straightening out her yellow button up.
Katsuki shrugged, “Don’t really care, as long as you’re happy. Though color me surprised.”
“That’s what we both said when we found out,” Iida stated, coming to view, brushing dust off of his black polo shirt. Shouto was right behind him, putting his wallet away in his blue jacket pocket while eating a popsicle.
Katsuki whistled low, “The Breakfast Club sans Deku is here!”
Shouto rolled his eyes at the obvious reference, “We see that you’re out of the house.”
Katsuki scoffed, “As I said to Cheeks, I got permission to get out of the house for a bit for the weekends.”
“I see; you got out because of good behavior?” Shouto asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Watch it, Half and Half,” Katsuki growled.
Uraraka waved her arms, “Don’t start anything, he just saved me from Camie and her crew.”
“What happened? Are you okay?” Tsu asked, clutching her girlfriend's arm with concern.
Uraraka patted her head, “I’m fine, Tsu. Just a bit shaken up from the whole thing.”
“You don’t have to explain it, as long as you’re alright,” Iida stated.
Uraraka smiled at Iida’s thoughtfulness, before turning back to Katsuki, “So what are you doing with your newfound freedom, Bakugou?”
Katsuki shrugged, “Thought I would start by poisoning the water supplies, then burn the crops, and deliver a plague onto some extra’s houses.”
The group just gaped at him, like he just grew five heads.
Katsuki stared back at them, “... It was a joke, an obvious Spongebob reference– You know what? I don’t need to explain myself. I’m just here to walk along the beach, okay? By the way, where’s Deku? Isn’t he always with you guys?”
Shouto again raised an eyebrow as he bit down into his popsicle (this heathen), “Not that it is any of your concern, but do you really think he wants to hang out with you, given your past?”
Katsuki gave him a look, “I’m just fucking curious, that’s all! Look, I don’t have to explain to you what happened between us, but obviously I’m not like that anymore, okay?”
“No, you just run your car into people’s houses, now,” Shouto retorted back.
“I swear to fucking God–” Katsuki started.
“That’s enough you two,” Iida stepped in between the two, “We’re not here to argue about anything. We’re here to have a good time and enjoy our weekend at the beach. No more bickering between the two of you, understand?”
Katsuki squinted in Iida’s direction, “Tch, whatever.”
Shouto only took another bite of his popsicle (does he have a fucking death wish???).
“As for where Midoriya is,” Tsu started, “He told me and Ochako that he didn’t get much sleep last night, so he’s taking a nap.”
“He must have stayed up all night building his newest robotics for the engineering club,” Uraraka voiced.
Engineering?
Katsuki perked up a bit, “So he’s into that now, huh? Interesting…”
Uraraka looked at him quizzically, “You didn’t know that?”
“I haven’t seen the nerd in years, Cheeks, with the exception of detention. Last time I had a genuine conversation with him, he was into superheroes and shit,” Katsuki responded.
“He still is,” Shouto shot back.
Katsuki was about to give Shouto what for when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around, it appeared that everyone felt the same chill as they all turned frantically to find the source. He turned to the faraway cliff and he saw something twinkling in the distance. Orbs glowing of different colors danced in their vision as they tried to get a better view of what they were seeing.
Katsuki squinted in that direction before speaking, “Tell me I’m not the only one seeing that,” he then pointed toward the cliffs.
Everyone looked over at where he was pointing and all eyes widened. Shouto’s popsicle landed in the sand with a plop .
“What is that?” Tsu asked, not taking her eyes off of the little orbs.
“I’ve never seen that before in my entire life of living here. Is there something new being built that we weren’t informed about?” Iida said.
Uraraka was the first to step toward it, “Only one way to find out. Let’s go see!”
Katsuki was not far behind and soon the entire group followed as well, popsicle abandoned.
“I’ve seen enough horror movies to know how this ends,” Shouto commented as he continued to follow the group to their impending doom.