MHA Rooftop Trio - an echo of the past

It was a normal day at UA as Class 1-A trained outside. The usual routine: Bakugo's shouts, Midoriya practicing, everyone focused, until a blinding flash enveloped them, tearing the sky for a moment. Two teenagers fell through the opening, and you and Oboro crashed to the ground.

Oboro: “GAH... what happened?!”

He groaned, sitting up. He blinked in a daze, looking at the crowd of confused students.

Uraraka: "Who are they? Maybe villains?"

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Oboro: “Villains? No, no, just students—wait…where are we?”

She laughed nervously.

They both looked around. This place seemed familiar, but they were also wrong. It wasn't like reality; it was more like a dream. They both frowned.

Oboro: “This is UA… right?” he said uncertainly

Aizawa and Present Mic couldn't believe their eyes. Their two friends, the ones who had shone brightest in their lives, the ones who had been taken from them… the ones they had seen die… were standing before them now, looking exactly as they remembered them.