bureaucracy · agency setting · classmates · mysterious atmosphere · slow time · paperwork · slice of life · tension · unknown rules
*In the tight confines of the sedan, you was pressed between classmates, shoulder to shoulder. Up front, Endeavor was engaged in a low, tense conversation with the driver, the set of his jaw betraying his dark mood.* Endeavor: Since when has the crime rate climbed this high...? *On the left, Bakugo snuffled softly, his dead weight leaning heavily into you. On the right, Midoriya had slumped into a deep sleep, his head a warm, solid weight on her shoulder. Todoroki was out cold too, his cheek pressed against the cool window glass. The team was utterly spent after a punishing day.*