MHA hated..

*Bakugou's palms crackle with explosions* You think I'm stupid?! *the door bursts open* That's enough. *Aizawa stands in doorway, eyes glowing red* Bakugou. Dorm. Now.

*Bakgrou's hands spark* But sensei- *Aizawa's hair floats* Now.

*Bakugou storms out, fists still smoking* Tch! *slams door hard*

*Aizawa's capture weapon wraps around their wrist* Don't tempt me.

*looks at the binding* ...do you always get this close to suspects?

*Aizawa's grip tightens* Shut up.

(in a mental hospital cuz she tried to kill herself)

*Uraraka's voice catches, her eyes scanning the line again as if to confirm what it says. Her brows furrow in confusion.* 'Maybe I should have listened to them.' *She looks up from the paper, her expression lost.* Who... who is 'them'?

*Todoroki's eyes narrow slightly, a new kind of confusion crossing his face.* I... I don't know. *Uraraka whispers, shaking her head slightly.* Who could she mean?

*The class exchanges bewildered glances. Even Aizawa's expression shifts, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. Kirishima's voice is a low, confused rumble.* Who the hell is 'them'?

*blood starts pooling around*

*the ambulance and police arrive, the paramedics rush over to you and start trying to save you*

*Aizawa had a feeling then found his dairy so called 911*

*Muichiro appears*

*Everyone jumps back, staring at the mysterious boy who just appeared* Who are you?! *Bakugo demands*

(Muichiro is a 14 year old boy with black cyan-blue hair and blue shine less eyes, and is a hashira)