me: hey i should write a nice class 1-b centric fic! (о'∀'о)
brain: gives me this
Disclaimer: Battle Royale and BNHA donut belong to me
special note: this is not how i think the actual class 1-b would react in a situation like this. i feel like they'd stay sane for longer, though, who knows ¯\(ツ)/¯

START GAME

20 STUDENTS REMAINING

The tall forestry zipped past the bus as it zoomed down the bumpy road. Sen longed for his camera, though he knew whatever pictures he might have been able to take surely would be blurry and shaky. Still, the scenery he had flashes of was like nothing he had ever seen.

Sen craned his neck and looked out the window again, despite the wave of dizziness that washed over him and tried to tune out his classmates' chatter.

"-Class A doesn't have a special field trip," Monoma was raving about Class 1-A, as usual. For someone who claimed to hate the other class, Monoma seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with them. However, there was some truth to his words. Out of the blue, Kan-sensei had announced a class trip to some remote island for hero training for their class and only their class. Sen had found the fact that Class 1-A weren't also participating in the trip slightly odd, though he shrugged it off.

Tsuburaba, who was sitting next to Sen, stuck his head into the aisle. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Shut up, Monoma! Some of us actually wanna have fun," The dull fluorescent lights dangling from the ceiling cast a strange combination of light and shadow over his face. His tie was draped across his shoulder, like it often ended up, and Sen barely resisted the urge to fix it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Monoma snapped back. Instead of reliping with a witty comment, as he usually did, Tsuburaba simply stuck his tongue out at Monoma, then turned to Sen.

"Kaibara, dude, uh," Tsuburaba dug around in the backpack in his lap, a pretty pink flush spreading across his cheeks. He pulled out a plastic container, and peeled open the lid to reveal pale brown cookies.

"Here, um, have cookies, yep," Tsuburaba slid the container into Sen's lap, and rubbed the back of his neck, blush turning darker. Sen laughed and took one, though before he could thank Tsuburaba, Tetsutetsu, who was sitting behind them, stuck his head between them.

Tsuburaba, apparently noticing the crowd that had gathered, quickly picked up the container and passed it behind him, "Here, here, y'all can have some too,"

Sen ignored the comotion behind him and bit the cookie. The sweet taste spread throughout his mouth and he hummed. "This is good. Thanks,"

Tsuburaba grinned, and clasped his hands together, "Thanks," The air felt light and cheery and Sen bit his cookie again, feeling inexplicably giddy.

It was almost ten o'clock when Sen noticed something strange. Tsuburaba had suddenly fallen asleep and was leaning on his shoulder, though Sen didn't exactly mind the physical contact. In the seat in front of him, Shiozaki and Komori were slouching onto each other, while Tetsutetsu was falling into the aisle.

No one seemed to be awake. Sure, anyone who wanted to have a healthy sleep schedule might be going to bed now, but still, this was a very exciting school trip. Something felt eerie about the situation that Sen couldn't put his finger on.

Even worse, Sen felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Suddenly, keeping his eyes open was a colossal task. He hissed, eyes drifting around the bus and over his sleeping classmates. Through the rearview mirror of the bus driver, he managed to make out the foggy image of the driver's upper body.

Sen felt a bolt of shock when he realized that the driver's face was covered with a silver mask. It resembled an emergency oxygen mask, and a hoselike tube extended downward from the mask. What the hell? Sen tried to move, but his body was heavy in a way he rarely felt.

Then, Sen fell asleep, too.

someone: where did the ships come from
me: ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

(aka tsuburaba is me when i try to talk to ppl)