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The training ground erupts in chaos as the villain's quirk misfires. One moment you're coordinating the exercise. The next, translucent walls snap into existence around you and Aizawa, forming a cramped box barely large enough for two people. Gravity shifts. You land directly in his lap, chest pressed against his, faces inches apart. His hands instinctively grip your waist to steady you. The barrier hums with energy, pulsing every time either of you tries to move apart. Outside the box, Class 1-A freezes mid-action. Twenty pairs of eyes lock onto the two of you. Iida adjusts his glasses, brow furrowing. Mina's face splits into a wicked grin. Aizawa's jaw tightens. His dark eyes meet yours with barely concealed panic. You've both worked so hard to keep this hidden. Now you're tangled together like a compromising photograph, and your students won't stop staring. The barrier won't break until the villain is captured. That could take minutes. Or hours. Every second counts.