Uraraka was overwhelmed by the group of reporters gathered at the gates of UA. The press was relentless, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward as they shouted questions at the students. It was a chaotic scene, the kind that made Uraraka's heart race with anxiety. She had never been good with large crowds, and the reporters only worsened her anxiety.

"What's it like being a student at UA?"

"Is All Might really teaching you?"

"How do you feel about your classmates?"

They prevented her from crossing the gate as she tried to navigate through. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Iida. "Stay close," he instructed. "We'll get through this together."

Uraraka nodded. She could see that the sudden barrage of attention equally took aback some of the other students. Even Katsuki looked irritated as he pushed past the reporters with a scowl.

"Hey, you there! Are you planning to follow in All Might's footsteps?" one of the reporters shouted, pointing their microphone at Katsuki.

He shot the reporter a glare, his voice dripping with disdain. "Shut up. I'm going to be number one, not just some copy."

The reporters seemed to feed off his anger, their shouts growing louder as they tried to provoke more reactions. Uraraka cringed inwardly, wishing she could just disappear. But she knew she had to keep moving and get through the gates and into the safety of the school grounds.

As they finally made it past the reporters, Uraraka let out a sigh of relief. The noise and chaos faded behind them as they stepped onto UA's quiet, orderly campus. She glanced over at Iida, who gave her a slight nod of approval. "You handled that well, Uraraka," he said, his tone respectful.

"Thanks," she replied, trying to steady her nerves. "I just didn't expect it to be so... intense."

"It's all part of the hero world," Iida explained. "As heroes in training, we have to be prepared for the attention that comes with the job. The press can be relentless, but it's important that we stay composed and professional."

Uraraka nodded, understanding his words but still feeling a bit shaken. She looked around at the other students, some of whom were already beginning to relax now that they were away from the reporters. But her eyes landed on Izuku, who was standing a bit off to the side

Izuku moved through them like a leaf in the wind. The news reporters didn't even notice him. He swerved left and right and around them. They didn't even get an chance to ask him questions. Izuku didn't give them a single glance. It was like he didn't even noticed them

Uraraka sat at her desk, fidgeting with the hem of her uniform skirt as she waited for class to begin. She didn't like the reporters.

Asui stood beside her, the two chatting quietly about how nerve-wracking the combat trials had been.

"I didn't expect things to get so intense," Uraraka admitted,"I mean, it was just a trial, but it felt so real, you know?"

Asui nodded, "Ribbit. Yeah, it was definitely more challenging than I thought it would be. But it was also kind of exciting, wasn't it?"

Uraraka smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, it was. I just hope I can keep up with everyone. There are so many strong quirks in our class."

Asui glanced over at Izuku, who was sitting quietly at his desk, seemingly lost in thought. "Midoriya did really well yesterday," she observed. "He's got a good head on his shoulders, even if he doesn't have a quirk."

Uraraka followed Asui's gaze, her thoughts drifting to Izuku. He had been impressive during the trial, staying calm under pressure and helping them secure a win. But there was still something about him that she couldn't quite figure out. He was so quiet and reserved, yet there was a strength in him that she couldn't ignore.

"Yeah, he did," Uraraka agreed softly. "I'm glad he's our class representative. I think he'll do a great job."

Asui nodded in agreement, and the two girls fell into a comfortable silence as the rest of the class slowly filtered in. Uraraka couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about what the day might bring. The trials had been intense, and she knew that UA would only continue to push them harder as they trained to become heroes.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the classroom door sliding open. Aizawa walked in, his usual tired expression fixed on his face as he made his way to the front of the room. The class immediately fell silent, their attention shifting to their homeroom teacher.

Aizawa set down his stack of papers with a heavy thud and glanced around the room, his sharp eyes sweeping over each student. "Good morning," he began, his voice as monotone as ever. "Before we start today's lesson, I have a few announcements to make."

Uraraka leaned forward slightly, eager to hear what Aizawa had to say.

"First, I want to commend you all on your performance during yesterday's combat trials," Aizawa continued. "But most of you were illogical and idiotic. Some of you showed real promise, while others need to work on your control and teamwork. Overall, it showed me what I need to work with."

There were a few murmurs of agreement from the class, and Uraraka couldn't help but glance over at Izuku. He sat at his desk, his face partially hidden by his dark bangs, but she could see the tension in his posture. He hadn't said much since the trials, and she wondered if he was still thinking about everything that had happened.

"However," Aizawa said, cutting through the whispers, "today's training will be different. We've already tested your combat abilities, but there's more to being a hero than just fighting. This afternoon, after lunch, we will be conducting rescue training."

Uraraka's heart skipped a beat. Rescue training? Her mind was immediately filled with images of heroic rescues, of pulling people from burning buildings or saving someone from a dangerous situation. This was what she had always dreamed of, what she had envisioned when she decided to become a hero. It wasn't just about fighting villains—it was about saving lives.

"The exercise will take place at an off-campus training site designed to simulate various disaster scenarios," Aizawa explained, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. "You'll be working in pairs, and the goal is to assess how well you can handle a crisis individually and as a team."

Pairs? Uraraka's thoughts whirled as she considered the possibilities. Who would she be paired with? Would it be someone she could work well with, or would it be a challenge? She knew that pairing up with the right person could make all the difference in this situation. Her mind immediately went to Izuku—he had proven himself in the trials, and she couldn't help but wonder if they would work well together in a rescue scenario.

Aizawa's eyes landed on Izuku, and for a brief moment, there was a pause. "Midoriya," Aizawa said, "You're the class president now, so I'll need your help organizing the pairs for this exercise. Please give me the list after lunch. Other than that, the class was dismissed. Stand by for the rest of your next class."

Uraraka watched as Izuku nodded and stood up, his movements careful and deliberate. He didn't seem surprised by Aizawa's request, but there was a slight hesitation in his step as he made his way to the front of the room to receive the class list.

As Izuku took the list from Aizawa, Uraraka couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. It was clear that this new responsibility was weighing heavily on him, and she wondered how he was managing to keep it all together. Especially since she was the one who threw him into the role, she wanted to offer her support, but she wasn't sure how to approach him without making things more awkward.

The class began to buzz with quiet conversations as Aizawa dismissed them, giving them time to relax before the next lesson. Uraraka watched as Izuku returned to his seat, his eyes focused on the list. He seemed deep in thought, probably trying to figure out the best pairings for the rescue training.

Asui nudged Uraraka gently with her elbow. "Are you hoping to be paired with him?" she asked, her tone casual but curious.

Uraraka felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the question. "I don't know," she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. "I mean, Deku—Midoriya's really smart and capable, but we only worked together once. And we all barely met, so..."

Asui gave Uraraka a knowing look, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Ribbit. But you did work well together during the trial, right? Maybe working together again wouldn't be so bad."

Uraraka shifted in her seat, "Well, yeah, but it's just that... I don't want to put too much pressure on him, you know? He's already got a lot on his plate with being class president and everything. Plus there are twenty-one people in the class. So I doubt we all have put into pairs or there'll be one trio."

Asui nodded thoughtfully, her expression softening. "Ribbit. That's true. But I think Midoriya can handle it. He seems like the kind of person who would take it seriously and do his best."

Uraraka smiled, appreciating Asui's calm and supportive words. "Yeah, you're right. I just hope I can be a good partner, whoever I'm paired with."

Before their conversation could continue, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. The students quickly settled into their seats, and Aizawa resumed his usual place at the front of the room. The morning classes passed by in a blur, with Uraraka doing her best to stay focused on the lessons, though her thoughts kept drifting back to the upcoming rescue training exercise.

When lunch finally arrived, Uraraka and Asui made their way to the cafeteria together, joining the rest of the students as they filled the large, bustling room.

Uraraka and Asui navigated the busy cafeteria, trays in hand, as they scanned the room for a place to sit. The cafeteria buzzed with conversation. Uraraka spotted Izuku sitting alone at a table in the far corner, poking at his food absentmindedly, the class list beside him.

"There's Deku," Uraraka said to Asui, nodding in his direction. "Let's go sit with him."

Asui nodded, her calm demeanor as steady as ever. "Ribbit. Good idea. He looks like he could use some company."

They approached Izuku's table, and Uraraka offered him a bright smile as they came. "Hey, Deku! Mind if we join you?"

Izuku looked up, a bit surprised, but quickly nodded. "Oh, Uraraka, Asui, of course, please sit." His voice was hesitant, but he tried to hide his uncertainty with a small smile.

"Call me Tsu, Midoriya,"

Izuku nodded, "Alright then, Tsu-chan."

Uraraka noticed that Izuku still seemed distant as they settled down. His thoughts likely focused on his new role as class president and the responsibility of assigning the pairs for the rescue exercise. She wanted to say something encouraging but wasn't sure how to start.

"Midoriya," Iida's voice rang out as he approached the table, his usual formal tone cutting through the cafeteria noise. He set his tray down with practiced precision before sitting across from Izuku. "You seem to be deep in thought. Are you concerned about the pairings?"

Izuku shook his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Not exactly... I just want to make sure I'm doing the right thing, you know? I don't want to mess this up for everyone."

Iida nodded thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your concerns, Midoriya. However, I have full confidence in your ability to handle this responsibility. You've already demonstrated strong judgment during the combat trials. You'll do just fine."

Uraraka smiled at Iida's words, glad that he was trying to reassure Izuku. But she also noticed how formal Iida was being, even in a casual setting like this. She had picked it up before but hadn't forgotten it until now.

"You're always so formal, Iida," Uraraka commented, her tone light. "You really take this hero thing seriously, huh?"

Iida blinked, then nodded with a proud smile. "Yes, of course. Maintaining a level of decorum and respect is important, especially in an institution as prestigious as UA. My family has been involved in heroics for generations. It's a tradition I intend to uphold."

Uraraka's eyes widened with interest. "Wow, really? That's amazing! So, does that mean you've always wanted to be a hero?"

Iida's expression softened, "Yes. My older brother, Tensei Iida, is a well-known hero. He's been an inspiration to me my entire life. I aspire to be like him—someone who upholds justice with unwavering integrity."

Uraraka nodded, clearly impressed. "That's so cool! It must be nice to have such a strong role model."

Iida smiled, a rare glimpse of pride and affection in his eyes. "It is. My brother has always emphasized the importance of discipline and responsibility, values I strive to embody daily."

As the conversation continued, Izuku listened quietly, absorbing Iida's words. He could see Iida's deep respect and admiration for his brother, which made Izuku think about his own. He was so different from Iida—while Iida's desire to be a hero came from a place of honor and tradition. Unlike him, he could tell Iida was genuinely excited about being a hero-in-training. Izuku could've finished the list in five minutes. But he figured more people would leave him alone. Expect the classmates in front of him.

Before Izuku could get too lost in his thoughts, a sudden, blaring siren cut through the cafeteria, startling everyone. The chatter abruptly stopped, replaced by a tense silence as the students looked around in confusion.

"What's going on?" Uraraka asked,

Iida's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing as he stood up from the table. "That siren... It means there's been an infiltration. Someone unauthorized has entered the campus."

The cafeteria erupted into chaos as students began to panic. Their fear and confusion took over as they scrambled toward the exits. The mess hall quickly became disorganized, with students pushing and shoving in their haste to evacuate.

"We need to get out of here!" someone shouted.

Izuku, caught in the middle of the chaos, felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of dread wash over him. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he was no longer in the cafeteria. Instead, he was standing in a dark, empty space. He could see shadows moving around him, whispers echoing in his ears, but the words were indistinct like they were coming from far away. Everything was a shadow. Only the area around him was illuminated. Where did everyone go? Izuku looked around, but he was alone. Then he heard those voices that sounded like every woman, child, and man he met speaking all at once with the fury of thunder.

"Why didn't you save us?" they wailed. "Help us! Take revenge! Kill our murderer!"

The room slowly transforms from a dark black to crimson red. The walls began to bleed, scarlet liquid seeping down in thick streams that pooled on the floor, forming dark, sticky puddles. Izuku's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest. The shadows around him grew darker, thicker as if the very air was being sucked out of the room.

Izuku's breath quickened as the crimson liquid spread across the floor, soaking into the ground beneath his feet. The voices around him grew louder and more insistent, their cries tearing through the air like jagged glass. The room's oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The shadows twisted and writhed as if they were alive, creeping closer and inching toward him with every passing second.

"Why didn't you save us?" the voices demanded, filled with a deep fury. "You could have stopped it! You could have saved us!"

Izuku wanted to respond, to scream that he had tried, that he was only a child, that it wasn't his fault. But his throat tightened, and no sound came out. The words stuck in his throat, choking him as the voices continued to press in on him, growing louder.

The room around him seemed to warp and twist, the walls bending and contorting as if they were made of something alive. The blood on the walls grew thicker and heavier, and the stench of iron filled the air, almost suffocating in its intensity. The shadows continued to close in, reaching out for him with long, inky tendrils.

"You left us to die!" the voices screamed, "You abandoned us!"

"No... no..." Izuku whispered, his voice trembling as he backed away, his feet slipping in the thick puddles of blood that had formed around him. But there was nowhere to go. The walls seemed to close in

The shadows finally reached him, their icy tendrils wrapping around his ankles and wrists, pulling him down, dragging him toward the floor. Izuku struggled, his heart pounding in his chest, but the shadows were relentless, tightening their grip with every passing moment. The voices grew louder, almost deafening,

"You failed us, Izuku Uchiha! You failed your family and clan, and now you'll fail everyone else!"

"No! I'm not going to fail!" Izuku screamed, the words tearing from his throat as he fought against the darkness threatening to consume him. "I won't let it happen again!"

But the shadows didn't relent. They continued to pull him down, dragging him deeper into the abyss. The room spun around him, the crimson walls and the bleeding shadows blurring into a sickening whirlpool of darkness.

"Your're wrong," the voices whispered, "There won't be a next time."

And then, just as the shadows threatened to swallow him whole, a bright, blinding light pierced through the darkness, cutting through the shadows like a blade. The voices faltered, their screams turning to whispers and then fading into nothingness as the light grew stronger and more intense.

Izuku gasped for air, his vision clearing as the room around him slowly returned to the present. The cafeteria was back, the voices of panicking students filling the air instead of the terrifying cries of the shadows. He could still feel the cold sweat on his skin

"Midoriya!" a voice called out, pulling him back to reality. Uraraka was standing in front of him, her face filled with concern. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Izuku blinked, trying to shake off the vision. His hands were trembling, his breath still unsteady, but he forced himself to focus. "I 'm-I'm fine," he lied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... the alarm caught me off guard."

Uraraka didn't look convinced, but Iida's voice rang out before she could press further. He floated into the air, swinging his body to control his velocity. Iida crashes above the emergency exit, holding on to the wall awkwardly.

"Everyone, remain calm! It's only the press! They infiltrated, but it being handled. We need to evacuate the cafeteria in an orderly fashion! Panicking will only make the situation worse!"

Uraraka watched as Iida took control of the situation. His voice was steady, and the students, on the verge of full-blown panic, began to respond in his direction. The fear in the room didn't disappear, but it was eased by Iida's words.

"Follow Iida's instructions!" Uraraka called out, trying to support her friend's efforts. She turned back to Izuku, his breathing ragged and his eyes wide with fear. She could see the sweat on his brow, the tremor in his hands. Whatever happened to him was more than just being caught off guard by the alarm.

"Deku," she said softly, reassuringly touching his arm. "We need to go. Iida's got things under control. Let's just get out of here, okay?"

Izuku nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to regain his composure. He forced himself to stand, his legs still shaky beneath him, but he kept himself upright. "Y-yeah," he stammered, his voice still a little unsteady. "You're right. We need to get out of here. What happened with Iida? Why is he flying?"

"I floated him up there," Uraraka says with a smile. Izuku stared at Iida, despite his uneasiness in zero gravity, he looked comfortable giving out orders. His head aches, that alarm feel like a blade piercing his skull repeatedly.

Uraraka helped guide Izuku through the crowd. The alarm continued to blare overhead, but the panic in the room had begun to calm down.

As they made their way toward the exit, he couldn't shake the fear that had taken hold of him, the vivid images of blood and shadows still haunting his thoughts. It happened again. Another vision, they were getting more annoying, Izuku can't lose control because of an large noise. He has to control himself.

They finally reached the exit, stepping out into the open air. The blaring alarm was slightly muffled outside. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as the cool air washed over him.

Uraraka glanced at him, "Are you sure you're okay, Deku? You looked really pale back there."

"I'm fine, really," he insisted, "It's just... everything happened so fast. But I'll be okay."

She looked at him with worry, but she didn't press on, "Okay, but if you need anything, just let me know, alright?"

"Thanks," Izuku replied, "I appreciate it."

As they waited outside with the rest of the students, Izuku's thoughts drifted back to what Iida had said earlier. The alarm had been triggered by an infiltration. The press had somehow managed to break through UA's defenses, all for the chance to get an interview with All Might.

Akira had always spoken of UA as a fortress. And yet, civilians—members of the press, no less—had managed to breach its walls. If the press could get in, who else might try?

The thought sent a chill down Izuku's spine, and he couldn't help but wonder what Akira would think of this. He'd been so sure that UA was impenetrable, but today had proven otherwise. The school's defenses had been compromised, and though the situation had been handled quickly. A question lingered in his head for a moment, who broke the walls?

Eventually, the teachers took control of the situation,. The press had been apprehended, and the threat—if it could even be called that—was neutralized. The students were instructed to return to their classrooms, the day's schedule resuming as if nothing had happened.

As they filed back into the building, Izuku couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the back of his mind. The press had only wanted an interview with All Might, but what if it had been something more? What if the next infiltration wasn't so harmless? The idea that UA, the school he was supposed to trust, could be breached so easily was unsettling, to say the least.

When they returned to their classroom, Aizawa was already there, his usual calm, if tired, demeanor in place. He didn't acknowledge the alarm or the incident at all, instead launching straight into a lecture about the upcoming hero training. His tone was as monotone as ever, as if the infiltration had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"This afternoon, we'll continue with our hero training," Aizawa announced, his voice carrying over the classroom as the students settled back into their seats. "You'll be heading to the off-campus training site as planned. I expect you to take it seriously. Get ready and meet at the bus in fifteen minutes. Dismissed."

The students stood from their seats, their movements a bit slower, more thoughtful, as they began to gather their things. Izuku remained seated for a moment longer, but then, with a deep breath, Izuku suddenly stood up, clearing his throat to get their attention. "Everyone, wait a moment."

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him "Iida did a great job back there with the evacuation. He acted quickly, kept everyone calm, and took charge of the situation. I think he should be the class president instead of me."

A few murmurs rippled through the room, and Izuku could see the surprise on his classmates' faces. But before anyone could protest, Iida stepped forward, his posture as straight and formal as ever.

"Midoriya, I appreciate your confidence in me, but—"

"You deserve it, Iida," Izuku interrupted, "You've shown real leadership qualities, and I think you're better suited for the role."

"Yeah, you know what? If Midoriya vouches for him, I'm good. Plus he was a big help. He totally manned up and took charge, right?" Kirishima speaks up.

There were nods of agreement. A few students glanced to Aizawa for his opinion, "I don't care who you choose, hurry it up. Iida, you're now the class president. Yaoyorozu, as the next in line, you'll be the vice president

Momo Yaoyorozu, who had remained quiet during the discussion, simply nodded, accepting the responsibility with a calm demeanor. Izuku felt a wave of relief wash over him. The burden of being the class president was now off his shoulders, allowing him to focus on what truly mattered.

After the decision was made, the students filed out of the classroom to change into their hero suits. Izuku moved through the motions automatically, his mind still clouded with thoughts of the alarm and the vision he had experienced earlier. Something about the whole situation didn't sit right with him, and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something else was going on, something just beyond his reach.

Once they were all suited up, the class made their way to the bus that would take them to the off-campus training site. As Izuku stepped onto the bus, a sudden, inexplicable feeling washed over him—a gut-wrenching sensation that made him want to turn around and walk away.

He paused, his foot hovering just above the step, his mind racing with indecision. The feeling was strong, almost overpowering, as if some unseen force was warning him to stop, to turn back before it was too late.

But before he could fully process it, the moment passed, and he shook his head, forcing himself to step onto the bus. There was no reason to hesitate, no logical explanation for the sudden fear that had gripped him.

As he settled into his seat, the bus doors closed with a soft hiss, and the vehicle rumbled to life. Izuku stared out the window, watching as the school grounds faded into the distance. The uneasy feeling lingered at the back of his mind, a quiet whisper of doubt that refused to be silenced.