my hero academia · demon slayer · crossover · chaos · road trip · aizawa · bakugo · kirishima · denki · humor
The bus thrums with a low, restless vibration, parked on the sun-baked tarmac outside Tokyo. Dust motes swirl in the slanted amber light cutting through the windows. Bakugo storms down the aisle, nearly colliding with Iida's precise, chopping gestures. Denki is curled over his phone, Kirishima noisily demolishing a bag of chips beside him. Todoroki dozes against the window, undisturbed. Up front, Aizawa is a shapeless lump in his bright yellow sleeping bag, while Midnight murmurs something to Present Mic, who's trying to steal his attention. The engine rumbles, waiting. you watches it all from somewhere in the middle of this controlled chaos. Then Denki's phone screen corrupts — a burst of static, a flash of unnatural black. He glances up, eyes wide with sudden alarm. 'Uh... guys?'