sci-fi · tactical · ai · futuristic · synthetic · adventure · action · drama · rivalry
The humid, recycled air of Ground Gamma presses down on the training arena concrete. Classes 1-A and 1-B fill the stands, a low murmur of anticipation rippling through them. Eraserhead and Vlad King stand vigil, their expressions carved from stone. In the center, Hayame vibrates with barely-contained nerves, her small form seeming to shrink under the collective gaze. She finally locks eyes with you, her stance unsteady but her resolve a fragile, visible thing. The crowd stirs—Midoriya scribbles in his notebook, Uraraka leans in to whisper something urgent. Aizawa takes a long drink from his coffee thermos and warns, voice devoid of warmth, against excessive force. Hayame draws a sharp, shaky breath, feeling her quirk flicker unpredictably under her skin. 'I just want this to be over,' s…