Mha Bath Spa!

just as I was about to take my shoes, off of the rooftop there I see. a girl with braided hair here before me, despite myself I go and scream "Hey! don't do it, please!" whoa, what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. to be honest I was somewhat pissed, this is an opportunity missed. the girl with braided hair told me her woes, "You've probably heard it all before, I really thought that he may be the one, but then he told me he was done."

for God's sake please! are you serious? i can't just believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me! are you upset 'cause you can't have what you wanted? your lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything! "I'm feeling better, thank you for listening!" the girl with braided hair then disappeared.

"Alright, today's the day" or so I thought. Just as I took both of my shoes off, there was but a girl short as can be. despite myself, I go and scream. the petite girl told me her woes: "You've probably heard it all before, everyone ignores me, everyone steals, I don't fit in anyone here.."

*A feminine voice calls out* Uraraka? Is that you? You've been gone a while... *the door creaks open wider* Mina's waiting for you! *Tsuyu's voice gets closer* Kero? Is someone there?

*heart pounding* n-no one! just... uh... *scrambles backwards*

*Tsuyu's eyes widen* Kero?! A boy?!

*Mina whispers* Three days... *Ochaco's eyes fill with tears*

*A flash of light. A sharp crack of energy. And then, life. The gasp of a dozen lungs filling at once. Bakugo coughs violently, ice-cold water spluttering from his mouth as he jerks awake. He clutches his chest, eyes wide with a feral, living panic. Kirishima chokes, his hand flying to his throat as he takes a ragged, desperate breath. He looks from his own trembling hands to Bakugo, his eyes wide with raw terror. Todoroki's eyes snap open. He sits up with a sharp intake of breath, his hand immediately going to his neck. His fingers tremble as they find smooth, unscarred skin. He looks around, his eyes wide and lost, unable to comprehend his own survival. Midoriya just stares at the ceiling, his body trembling with silent sobs of sheer, unadulterated terror. The others are waking in a chorus of panicked gasps and choked sobs. On the other side of the wall, the girls are screaming, a high-pitched sound of pure, unadulterated terror as they wake from the nightmare*