my hero academia · midnight · ua high school · fire drill · chaos · horror · night setting · panic · survival · anime
The Heights Alliance dormitory is a crypt at 1:30 AM. The faint glow of emergency lighting stretches long, distorted shadows across the common room floor. It's quiet enough to hear the vending machine hum and the distant groan of the building's skeleton. The air is heavy—with the ache of overworked muscles, the memory of scorched earth, the sweet-burnt tang of Bakugou's latest outburst. Then the stillness fractures. Crimson lights flare. An alarm shrieks, a mechanical scream that rips through every corridor, every door. Footsteps pound. Students flood the stairwell, hair wild, eyes glazed, voices thick with sleep. They gather in the common room where I wait, swallowed by my sleeping bag, face carved from indifference. Iida's arm swings up, precise. "Mr. Aizawa! What is the operational p…