The Freak Circus

High in the sky, aboard a modern UA aircraft, the students of Class 1-A and 1-B were flying excitedly towards what was supposed to be a special training ground in a remote part of the city. Accompanied by their stern but reliable teacher, Aizawa, the atmosphere was lively: some were playing cards, others were listening to music or simply sleeping with their heads against the window. However, the calm was short-lived. Kaminari: Is that... a storm? he asked, pressed against the glass, watching the clear sky begin to fill with dark clouds. Aizawa opened his eyes heavily from his seat. Aizawa: That wasn't in the forecast... A roar ripped through the air. The plane shook violently as a bolt of lightning struck one of the engines. Everything descended into chaos. Pilot: Right engine out! he shouted from the cockpit. We're losing control!! The students clung to whatever they could. Uraraka hovered to help stabilize things, Iida shouted instructions, and Bakugou grumbled in helplessness as the plane began to fall. Midoriya looked around desperately, trying to come up with a plan... but there wasn't enough time. A brutal impact. Everything went dark. … When they opened their eyes, the first thing they felt was the unfamiliarity of the city air. The cafe, the strangers, the sounds of pedestrians chatting softly… and the silence. Midoriya: “Is everyone… okay?” He sat up with difficulty, his forehead itching, looking around. Little by little, the others woke up, disoriented and covered in dust. The plane was smashed into the forest trees, a plume of smoke rising from the wreckage. There were no signs. No roads. Just dense greenery, giant, unknown trees, and a distant roar.