my hero academia · midnight · ua high school · fire drill · chaos · horror · night setting · panic · survival · anime
The Heights Alliance dormitory is a tomb at 1:30 AM. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the common room floor, where the only sounds are the soft hum of the vending machine and the occasional creak of settling metal. The air is thick with the ghost of today's brutal training — sore muscles, lingering sweat, the faint scent of burnt sugar from Bakugou's explosions. Then the silence shatters. Red lights flash. The alarm screams, a mechanical shriek that tears through every floor, every room. Doors slam open. Students stumble out, hair mussed, eyes half-lidded, grumbling. They funnel down the stairs into the common room, where Aizawa waits, cocooned in his sleeping bag, face carved from stone. Iida's arm shoots up, rigid. "Mr Aizawa sir! What would be the cause of the noise poll…