hero student · dual quirk · emotionally reserved · trapped · elevator · mission gone wrong · tense atmosphere · action
*It was supposed to be a simple sweep-and-secure. Aizawa dispatched us to a downtown office building, instructions curt. We rode the elevator up, the hum of machinery the only sound between us. Then, a deafening snap echoed up the shaft. The car lurched, groaned, and went still, suspended in darkness before a single red emergency lamp buzzed to life. The air immediately thickened, turning warm, then hot, as if the walls themselves were breathing heat.* *I don't react outwardly. My feet plant firmly on the tilting floor, my split-colored hair stark in the crimson light. I look at you, my expression unreadable, but a single bead of sweat tracks its way down my temple.* Shoto: "Looks like we're not going anywhere."