A day like any other at U.A. University turned into a nightmare when a sudden, blinding light enveloped the campus.
The light faded, revealing a horrifying reality: many students and faculty had shrunk to the size of ants. These are some of the stories of unfortunate events, that took place this fateful day.
We'll go through some students first.
Izuku--
The library was my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in the endless volumes of hero lore and tactics. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the rows of bookshelves. I was deeply engrossed in a book about All Might's early exploits, completely unaware of the strange phenomenon about to unfold.
Suddenly, an intense, blinding light enveloped everything around me. My vision blurred, and I felt an odd sensation, like being pulled through a tunnel. When the light faded, I blinked my eyes open, only to find myself on a vast, unfamiliar plain. The towering bookshelves now loomed like skyscrapers, and the desk where I had been sitting was high in the sky.
Panic set in as I realized the truth—I had shrunk to the size of an ant. The enormity of my surroundings was overwhelming. The library, once a peaceful refuge, had transformed into a perilous landscape. I could see every grain of wood in the desk, every fiber of the carpet, each one a potential obstacle or threat.
I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding in my chest. The wooden surface beneath me was as vast as a desert, the tiny ridges and imperfections now massive canyons and hills. I knew I had to find help, but how could I get anyone's attention at this size? I started to run, the surface beneath my feet uneven and treacherous.
I could hear the distant, thunderous footsteps of my classmates, each one a potential earthquake. I spotted a shadow moving towards me and turned to see Momo Yaoyorozu approaching. Her immense form blocked out the light, her every step causing the ground to shake. Desperation surged through me. I waved my arms frantically, hoping against hope that she might see me.
But to her, I was less than a speck. Her focus was on her notes, not on the tiny, insignificant creature on her seat. I tried to yell, but my voice was swallowed by the vastness. She moved closer, her massive frame casting a looming shadow over me. I could see every detail of her clothing, every stitch magnified to an incredible degree.
As Momo reached the desk, she turned and began to sit. The sight was surreal and terrifying. Her skirt billowed like an enormous parachute, and her hips descended with slow, inexorable force. I knew I had only seconds to react. I sprinted towards the edge of the seat, but the distance was far too great.
The air pressure around me increased as her body came closer. The sound of fabric rustling was deafening. Her descent seemed to happen in slow motion, yet it was impossibly fast. I stumbled, falling to my knees as the massive expanse of her skirt filled my vision.
Then, with a bone-crushing impact, her body connected with the seat. The weight was immense, the pressure beyond comprehension. Pain exploded through me, every part of my tiny form crushed under the vastness of her body. There was no time for further thought, only the brief, horrifying realization of my fate.
Darkness enveloped me, and then there was nothing.
Ochako--
The common room was lively, filled with the cheerful chatter of students. Tsuyu and I were deep in conversation about our next practical exam, her coffee steaming gently on the table between us. The sunlight cast a warm, golden hue over everything, making the room feel cozy and safe.
Then, without warning, a blinding light enveloped me. It felt as if the world had been turned inside out. I blinked, disoriented, and my heart sank as I realized what had happened. Everything around me had grown to monstrous proportions. No, it was me—I had shrunk to the size of an ant.
Panic set in as I took in my new surroundings. The wooden surface of the table was like an endless plain, each grain of wood a towering ridge. I could see Tsuyu's gigantic form moving above me, oblivious to my plight. Her coffee cup, once just a mundane object, now loomed like a massive cauldron.
Desperation gripped me. I had to get her attention. Summoning all my strength, I sprinted towards the rim of the coffee cup. The heat from the steaming liquid was intense, but I ignored it, focused only on reaching a point where Tsuyu might see me.
I reached the rim and clambered up, the ceramic edge smooth and slippery beneath my tiny hands. Standing precariously on the edge, I waved my arms frantically, shouting as loud as I could. "Tsuyu! Down here! Help!"
But my voice was too small to be heard over the din of the common room. I saw Tsuyu's enormous hand moving towards the cup, and terror gripped me. She was about to take a sip. The colossal hand wrapped around the mug, and the movement caused me to lose my balance.
I slipped, falling into the steaming coffee below. The hot liquid scalded my skin, and I struggled to stay afloat, the surface tension of the coffee making it difficult to move. I looked up to see Tsuyu's giant lips parting, the mug tilting as she brought it to her mouth.
The coffee surged towards her, and I was caught in the current. I screamed, but it was drowned out by the sound of her drinking. The dark cavern of her mouth loomed closer, and I was powerless to stop it. The heat, the motion, everything was overwhelming.
With a final, desperate effort, I tried to swim away, but the force of the liquid was too strong. I was swept into her mouth, the heat intensifying as I was drawn inside. Her tongue moved beneath me, a massive, undulating surface. The humid air was stifling, and I could barely breathe.
Her throat opened, and I was pulled down, swallowed into the darkness. The walls of her esophagus pulsed around me, and I was carried deeper into the depths. My tiny body was helpless against the powerful muscles, and there was no escape.
As I was pulled further down, the reality of my fate became clear. There was no way out, no hope of rescue. The world grew darker and hotter, and I was engulfed completely, lost in the depths of Tsuyu's body.
Tenya--
The day was like any other at U.A. University, filled with the usual hustle and bustle of students and faculty. I was in the gymnasium, focused on my training regimen, when a brilliant, inexplicable light enveloped everything around me. It was as if the entire world had been submerged in pure, radiant energy.
When the light faded, I found myself disoriented, staring up at the colossal figure of Kirishima. The gym, once a familiar and controlled environment, had transformed into a vast, intimidating landscape. I quickly realized that I had shrunk to an unbelievably tiny size, barely the size of an ant.
Panic surged through me, but I steeled my nerves. This was no time to lose my composure. I had to get someone's attention, and Kirishima, being nearby, was my best hope. His arm, covered in hardened, jagged skin, now appeared as a towering cliff face.
I began to climb, using the grooves and crevices in his arm for leverage. Each movement was a struggle, my muscles straining as I pulled myself up. Kirishima's skin, rough and uneven, offered some grip, but the sheer scale of it all was daunting. I could feel the vibrations of his movements, each one a potential earthquake.
As I neared his shoulder, Kirishima's arm jerked unexpectedly. The sudden movement sent me flying through the air, my tiny body hurtling across the expanse of the gym. I screamed, the sound lost in the vastness around me. My trajectory carried me straight toward the wall until was stopped by a wall of invisible flesh of another colossal figure—Hagakure, the invisible girl.
I collided with her chest, the impact knocking the wind out of me. Dazed and disoriented, I tumbled down, the fabric of her shirt like an enormous slide. I found myself wedged between the soft, warm mounds of her breasts, the fabric tightening around me. The scent of her skin and faint perfume enveloped me, adding to the surrealness of my predicament.
I struggled to move, but the pressure was immense. The space was suffocating, and I could barely breathe. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the danger I was in. Hagakure, unaware of my presence, adjusted herself, causing the pressure around me to increase.
The walls of flesh pressed in on me from all sides, the heat and the suffocating darkness making it hard to think clearly. My tiny arms and legs were pinned, unable to move. Each subtle shift of her body amplified the crushing force, squeezing me tighter.
I tried to call out, but my voice was too small to be heard. The world around me was a prison of soft, unyielding flesh. With each breath Hagakure took, the pressure increased, my tiny form caught in the relentless squeeze. The realization that I was going to die this way filled me with a profound sense of despair.
My vision began to blur as the pressure became unbearable. The heat, the darkness, and the suffocating grip of her breasts overwhelmed my senses. My body was crushed further, every bone and muscle screaming in agony.
And then, with one final, powerful squeeze, everything went black.
Mineta--
It was a typical day at U.A. University, and I found myself in Aizawa-sensei's office, supposedly picking up some documents for a class assignment. His office was a cluttered space, filled with stacks of papers, books, and various hero gear. Aizawa was at his desk, grading assignments with his usual disinterested expression.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light enveloped the room. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and when the light faded, everything around me had transformed. The desk, the papers, and even Aizawa himself had become colossal. I realized with a sinking feeling that I had shrunk to the size of an ant.
Panic set in as I took in the enormity of my surroundings. The wooden desk was now a vast, uneven plain, and each grain of the wood was a ridge that seemed insurmountable. I had to get someone's attention, and Aizawa-sensei was right there, towering above me like a giant.
I began to run across the desk, dodging between enormous pens and paperclips that were now the size of buildings. My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way closer to Aizawa, his immense form dominating my field of vision. I waved my arms frantically and shouted, but my tiny voice was drowned out by the rustling of papers and the occasional tap of his pen.
I climbed onto a stack of papers, hoping to get higher and closer to his line of sight. Just as I reached the top, Aizawa's hand moved, causing a tremor that sent me tumbling back down onto the desk. Dazed, I looked up and saw his massive eyes narrowing as he scanned the surface of his desk.
To him, I must have looked like nothing more than a speck. His eyes focused on me, and I saw his expression shift to one of mild annoyance. He raised his hand, his fingers curling in a way that sent chills down my spine. I realized too late what was happening—he thought I was a bug.
"Aizawa-sensei! No! It's me, Mineta!" I screamed, but my voice was a mere whisper against the vast expanse.
His hand descended with terrifying speed, and I tried to run, but the surface of the desk was too vast, my legs too short. His fingers, each as thick as a tree trunk, were splayed out, casting a shadow over me. I looked up in horror as his thumb and forefinger moved to squish what he perceived to be an insect.
The pressure was immediate and overwhelming. His thumb pressed down on me, pinning me to the desk. The weight was unbearable, and I felt my bones begin to crack under the immense force. Pain surged through my body, and I struggled to breathe, my tiny chest compressed under the immense pressure.
In those final moments, the world grew darker around me. The last thing I saw was Aizawa's impassive face, completely unaware that he was crushing one of his students. With a sickening crunch, everything went black.
And so ended my life, unnoticed and unrecognized, mistaken for a mere bug and squashed beneath the hand of my teacher.
Tsuyu--
It was a bright, bustling day at U.A. University. I was enjoying the fresh air outside, near the training grounds. The grass was green, and the sun was shining—perfect weather for a little relaxation before the afternoon's hero training session.
Without warning, an intense, blinding light engulfed me. I felt a strange sensation, as if the world had shifted around me. When the light faded, I blinked and found myself surrounded by enormous blades of grass, each one towering over me like a skyscraper. Panic surged through me as I realized I had shrunk to the size of an ant.
Everything around me had transformed into a colossal landscape. The once gentle breeze now felt like a powerful gust, and the ground beneath me seemed to stretch out endlessly. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. In the distance, I could hear the thunderous footsteps of my classmates, each one a potential threat.
I needed to get someone's attention, but at this size, it seemed impossible. I started moving towards the area where I knew my friends were training, hoping that someone would notice me. The ground was uneven, the grass blades swaying and creating massive obstacles in my path. Every step was a struggle, but I pressed on, driven by the hope of being rescued.
As I navigated the treacherous terrain, I heard a familiar voice—Kirishima's. His booming laugh and the sound of his movements were unmistakable. Relief washed over me. If I could just get close enough, he might see me. I moved faster, pushing through the dense grass, my tiny legs straining with the effort.
I emerged into a small clearing just as Kirishima's enormous form came into view. He was standing tall, looking around, probably taking a break from training. His immense size was intimidating, but I had no choice. I waved my arms and shouted as loud as I could, "Kirishima! Down here! It's Tsuyu!"
But my tiny voice was drowned out by the vastness around me. He didn't hear me. Desperation set in as I watched him shift his stance, preparing to kneel down. His massive form moved with surprising speed, and I realized too late that I was directly in his path.
His knee descended with terrifying force, a colossal shadow blotting out the sun. I tried to run, but the ground was uneven, and my legs were too small to carry me far. The immense weight of his body came crashing down, and I felt the ground shake beneath me. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming.
The soft earth beneath me offered no protection as Kirishima's knee pinned me down. The weight was unbearable, compressing my tiny body with unimaginable force. Pain surged through me, my bones cracking under the immense pressure. I could feel the life being squeezed out of me, every part of my body screaming in agony.
My vision blurred as the world grew darker. The last thing I saw was the vast expanse of Kirishima's knee, the sheer weight of it pressing down on me. My tiny body was crushed completely, the pressure finally overwhelming my senses.
With a final, shuddering breath, everything went black. The world around me faded into darkness, and my life ended, unnoticed and unrecognized beneath the knee of my friend.
Mina--
The halls of U.A. University were bustling with students heading to their next classes. I had just finished a particularly grueling hero training session and decided to take a quick break in one of the quieter corridors. The sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows and creating a serene atmosphere. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath and thinking about the next class.
Without warning, an intense, blinding light enveloped me. I felt a strange sensation, as if I were being compressed and stretched all at once. When the light faded, I blinked, trying to adjust my vision. Panic surged through me as I realized that the corridor I had been standing in was now a vast, alien landscape. I had shrunk to the size of an ant.
The once familiar hallway was now a daunting expanse. The floor, which had seemed so smooth, was now an uneven terrain of enormous tiles. Each tile had cracks and crevices that were like canyons to my tiny form. The air was thick with the scent of cleaning chemicals, more pungent and overpowering now that I was so small.
I looked around, trying to get my bearings. The distant thunder of footsteps echoed down the hallway, each step sending vibrations through the ground. I needed to get someone's attention, but how could I, at this size? I started moving, navigating the treacherous landscape of the floor tiles, hoping to find some way to signal for help.
As I made my way across the floor, I heard a new sound—an ominous, rhythmic scraping. I turned to see the colossal figure of a janitor pushing a broom, his every movement sending shockwaves through the ground. The broom bristles, each as thick as a tree trunk, swept across the floor with relentless force.
I shouted and waved my arms, but my tiny voice was drowned out by the noise. The broom was getting closer, its bristles sweeping up dust and debris. I tried to run, but the ground was uneven, and my tiny legs were no match for the massive broom.
The bristles caught me, lifting me into the air along with the dust and debris. I tumbled through the air, the world spinning around me. The sensation was dizzying and disorienting. I landed in a dustpan, surrounded by dirt and bits of trash, the air thick with the smell of grime.
The janitor's enormous hand lifted the dustpan, and I was carried along, helpless in my tiny prison. I looked up, trying to find a way out, but the walls of the dustpan were too high and steep to climb. Panic surged through me as I realized what was happening. The janitor was moving towards the trash bin.
I screamed again, my tiny voice lost in the vastness. The dustpan tilted, and I was sent tumbling into the dark, foul-smelling abyss of the garbage can. The world around me was a chaotic jumble of discarded paper, food wrappers, and other refuse. The smell was overpowering, a mix of rot and chemicals.
I struggled to climb the shifting mountains of trash, but it was no use. The walls of the garbage can were too high, the trash too unstable. The lid of the bin closed above me, plunging me into darkness. The sound of the janitor's footsteps faded away, leaving me alone in the stifling, suffocating darkness.
My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the hopelessness of my situation. I was trapped, alone and forgotten, in the depths of the garbage can. The air grew stale, and the weight of the trash around me pressed in from all sides.
With each passing moment, the reality of my fate became clearer. There was no escape, no one coming to save me. I was just another piece of trash, lost in the darkness. As the air grew thinner and my strength waned, I took one final, shuddering breath. The world around me faded to black, and everything went silent.
Katsuki--
The cafeteria at U.A. University was a chaotic symphony of clinking silverware, laughter, and conversation. I had just grabbed my lunch, a steaming plate of food, and was about to sit down when an intense, blinding light enveloped everything. I blinked, disoriented, and when my vision cleared, the world had transformed.
Everything around me had grown to colossal proportions. The floor tiles stretched out like vast fields, and the tables loomed like giant mesas. My heart pounded as I realized the terrifying truth: I had shrunk to the size of an ant.
Panic set in, but I forced myself to stay calm. I needed to get someone's attention. I started moving, navigating the now enormous landscape of the cafeteria. Each step was a struggle, the vibrations from the footsteps of my classmates sending tremors through the ground.
I saw a massive plate of food resting on a table nearby, its various components now towering over me like a bizarre, edible landscape. Without thinking, I clambered up to the table before reaching the side of the plate and climbing up, the heat from the food radiating around me. I found myself standing on a mountain of mashed potatoes, the gravy flowing like a river below.
I waved my arms and shouted, "Hey! Down here! It's Bakugo!" But my tiny voice was lost in the cacophony of the cafeteria.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see the colossal form of Kyoka Jiro sitting down at the table, her face a mixture of concentration and hunger. Her hand reached out, and the fork she held was a massive, gleaming weapon in her grasp.
"Jiro! Down here!" I screamed again, but it was useless.
The fork descended, its prongs piercing the mashed potatoes next to me. The force of the impact sent me tumbling, and I found myself trapped in the sticky, warm mass. I struggled to free myself, my tiny limbs barely making a dent in the dense food.
Before I could escape, the fork returned, scooping up a large portion of mashed potatoes with me embedded inside. I was lifted high into the air, the world spinning around me. I felt a rush of wind as Jirou brought the fork closer to her mouth.
Her lips parted, revealing the dark, humid cavern of her mouth. The warmth of her breath washed over me, and I screamed, my tiny voice a whisper against the vastness. The fork entered her mouth, and I was pulled inside along with the food.
The heat and humidity inside her mouth were overwhelming. The powerful muscle of her tongue moved me around, pressing me against the roof of her mouth. I tried to struggle, but the force was too great. The walls of her mouth closed in, and I felt the crushing pressure of her teeth as she began to chew.
Pain exploded through me as her teeth grazed and crushed my tiny body. The pressure was immense, and I struggled to breathe, my lungs screaming for air. Each movement of her mouth was a new wave of agony, and I knew there was no escape.
My vision blurred, the world growing darker with each passing second. The last thing I saw was the inside of Jiro's mouth, a place of unrelenting darkness and pressure. Everything went black as the final, crushing force overwhelmed me.
And so, my life ended, unnoticed and unrecognized, swallowed and consumed in the cavernous mouth of a friend.
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The once vibrant and lively U.A. University had turned into a nightmare for those who had shrunk. The survivors could only hope that someone would notice the strange occurrences and find a way to reverse the effects. Until then, they remained tiny, vulnerable, and trapped in a world that had become their enemy.