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Class 3-A had been through a lot; in their first year, they’d been attacked by the League of Villains for the first time, helped stop an overpowered maniac from stealing an important piece of technology, were involved in the takedown of a corrupted yakuza group, and saved an island from a group of extremist kidnappers. Come second year, the League of Villains caused more trouble yet again, although they were slightly distracted by the underworld market being flooded with dozens of mutated forms of trigger, all with different and uniquely disastrous effects. And in their final year at UA, everything looked like it was going to be easy to take care of, until Shigaraki revealed his final plan, involving hundreds of noumus, the alliance of dozens of underground criminal organizations, and the murder of countless pro heroes across the country.
That was it, though. It was all over. In only a few short weeks, they would be able to officially say they’d survived all of it, and graduated as capable heroes before any of them even joined an agency.
But this was class A, and when had they ever been that lucky?
The final affront towards them happened when they were visiting Universal Studios Japan, in a twisted reflection of the very first attack they’d experienced. Now normally, UA would never use their field trip budget on giving their students free trips to amusement parks, but it wasn’t hard for the teachers to agree that class A had been put through so much more than the average students that really, they deserved this.
Which made the attack all the more ironic, honestly.
Anyways, the day itself had actually been perfectly fine. The class had essentially free reign of the park, and every student had found some sort of ride or activity to occupy themselves with over the course of the day. Of course half of their teachers were there to make sure nothing happened, and everyone was forced to check in multiple times throughout the day, but it really was just the perfect outing.
Once the sun was setting in the sky, the students finally filtered back to the parking lot where they’d be waiting for the coach bus to take them back to the school. It seemed the bus was late, because after everyone was accounted for, all of the teachers moved a bit away from the students, seeming to be alternating between making phone calls (likely to the coach bus business and/or the principal) and having some sort of terse conversation. Not that the students minded much; they all grouped together too, both to talk about how great the day had been and to lightheartedly complain that it was over.
A few other strangers were leaving the park for the night as well, some of them employees and some of them straggling guests, so nobody was surprised when a harmless-looking woman approached them.
“Are you class 3-A from UA?” the woman asked once she was near the group. The students silenced as they realised what was happening. “I never thought I’d meet you all...”
“That’s us,” Midoriya responded with a warm smile. “Did you want an autograph or something? We’re not busy right now, so I’m sure nobody would mind.”
“An autograph?” The woman chuckled, long enough that the atmosphere turned a little bit uneasy. “No... I want you all to suffer .“
She couldn’t have been more clear that she meant harm towards the class, so it didn’t take the students more than a second to easily shift into attack stances in preparation for whatever the lady had to offer. The teachers of course noticed this immediately, and started running towards their students to help, but they were too late.
In a split second, the woman’s form was glowing with a harsh white electricity, and when she raised her arms said light enveloped the entire class along with her, instantly paralysing every one of them. “You took away from me my chance at a better life... and now you’re going to suffer for what you did, for the next three hundred years .”
Just like that, Class 3-A disappeared from existence.