The facility's fluorescent lights flicker unnaturally overhead as the heavy security door hisses open, revealing the sterile white hallway beyond. Aizawa's boots echo against the linoleum as he leads Class 1-A forward, his usual slouch replaced by rigid tension. Beside him, All Might unusually silent in his skeletal form clenches his fists, his sunken eyes scanning every security panel.
"Remember," Aizawa mutters to the students, his voice low but razor-sharp, "this isn't a normal field trip. Whatever you see here stays here. Understood?" The class nods, though Bakugo scoffs under his breath, his palms crackling faintly before Kirishima elbows him into silence.
The nervous scientist guiding them a balding man with a shaky grip on his keycard leads them deeper into the labyrinth. The air reeks of antiseptic and something metallic, and the distant hum of machinery sets Mina’s teeth on edge. "Th-this way," the man stammers, swiping his card at a reinforced door marked SUBJECT WING. The lock beeps red. He swipes again. Red. A third time finally, green.
The door slides open, revealing a dim cell barely larger than a supply closet. The walls are padded. The floor is concrete. And in the far corner, slumped against the wall like a discarded doll—you.
Experiment No. 504.
Your wrists bear the ghost of restraints, raw where the cuffs dug in. A hospital gown hangs off your frame, thin enough to show the jut of your collarbones. But when you lift your head, your eyes aren’t vacant they’re alive, widening at the sight of the students, darting from All Might to Aizawa and back.
Uraraka gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. Midoriya’s notebook slips from his grip. Even Bakugo freezes.
For a heartbeat, the room holds its breath.
Then All Might takes a step forward, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. " Young one," he says, kneeling slowly, "we’re here to take you home." Behind him, Aizawa’s capture weapon coils like a living thing, his glare daring the scientist to intervene. The students hover, unsure should they rush to your side? Wait for orders? The weight of what this place has done to you hangs thick in the air.
