6100 words. Hope you enjoy!
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Bottom, that's all the terrified group of heroes wanted as they fell endlessly to their doom. The room was dark as night and wind violently whipped beneath their bodies. The end to their fall was nowhere in sight and the light at the bottom didn't grow any closer. Jiro took a quick glance at the watch on her wrist after great time has passed. Five minutes were shaved off the hour time limit as it took no more than two minutes to figure out the hidden tile in room one. Are they supposed to figure out a way to bring this fall to an earlier stop? Can they even do anything?

The black was everlasting, or so they thought. Kirishima was embracing Jiro, all to protect the girl yet neither of them could see beneath. Shoto could, and the light was beginning to overtake the darkness. "Guys!" Shoto choked and embraced your limp body ever tighter. "The Bottom!"

"Huh?" Kirishima peered over his shoulder and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He activated his quirk, protecting Jiro from a potential rocky landing as all the boy saw was more tiles just like room one, signifying that nothing would break their falls. Except, Kirishima felt absolute nothing except for to be welcomed in by a comfortable hug reminiscent of the times his mentor, Fatgum, would give welcoming embraces from time to time. The floor was plush, like a pillow. The second Shoto and yourself came crashing down, Kirishima and Jiro was sent flying right back into the air. "N-Not again!" Jiro screamed as she flew forwards within the air as Kirishima thought the falling was over and had let her go.

When the students fell back down, they stuck to the floor, but Shoto and yourself were in the air again. "Get me down!!!" You cried. Apparently the small break from falling had brought you back to reality. The bouncing came to an end once the kinetic energy wore off and everyone was safe and sound. The floor hardened into an actual floor once again to this achievement and everyone was picking themselves up and to shaky feet as if their legs were replaced with sea.

Your legs however weren't the only parts of the body shaking, rather it was your entire frame. "(Y/n)..." Shoto kept by your side to aid in your lack of ability to stand. "Are you okay?"

"You're shaking pretty bad," Jiro didn't even need to be near you to know you were visually shaking.

"Just give me," you struggled to keep your footing despite Shoto's help. "I know we don't have the time... But I just... Just need a minute..."

"Go for it," Jiro nods. What harm is one minute gonna do?

"Thanks..." You feel so humiliated right now. Never have you ever reacted like a total coward in front of anyone. No hero should be acting like a crybaby, passing out, become frozen in fear when they're trying to show the public that there's nothing to be worried about. "Something about that fall reminded me of drowning..." When ready, you began to open up about your final moments thirty years back before you froze in the lake. The final moment actually... "It was so cold and dark...Like they ate me whole. I had no control... I'm so sorry you guys had to see me like that-"

"It happens to everybody," Kirishima beamed with radiance. "Even the most brave heroes are afraid of something. I remember All Might saying that." Strangely enough, you also recall that skeletal blonde saying something of similarity not too long ago.

"But would they react like that?" You couldn't look anyone in the face. "I passed out, cried and screamed... I'm so ashamed in myself."

"Again, it happens to everyone," Shoto rubbed your arm reassuringly until your shaking began to ease up until nothing remained. He's now sure if you're suffering from some post traumatic stress due to your past but of course right now isn't the time to work on that with the group exercise and all. "We can talk more about this later. Redeem yourself here and now. We don't have much time to lose in here."

"Yeah!" Kirishima bashed his knuckles together. "Put on your big girl panties and pave the way for success."

"Dude..." Jiro stepped in with a half lidded glare. "Not to sound heartless or anything but can we just get to the point? We have less than fifty minutes now," she flashed her watch out for everyone to view the ticking timer. Fourty-Nine minutes remain.

"Yeah," you nod your head. Although you're still shaking, you'll happily power through. "Let's try to finish this exercise on the first try." Thirteen basically said it's near impossible to pass the Gauntlet on the first try, so what's wrong with trying to prove her wrong?

"Agreed," everyone spoke together and ran down a small hallway that led to yet another room that was towering in height. A large ledge sat in the middle of the room that was easily, fifteen maybe twenty feet in height. Something told you that this was a climbing trial just at first height. Yippee...

Okay, little Author's Note. I imagine the watch that everyone wears to sound like the voice of Rotom in the Pokemon Sun & Moon anime. Cute, yet it sounds like a great mix of human and technology.

"Trial Two, the ladder to success," Everyone's watches chimed in unison. "Get over the wall by any means necessary." Well, sounds pretty straight forward.

"First we fall like twenty stories and now we gotta climb back up..." Jiro retained a pessimistic view on everything. Is it possible that you've found someone more pessimistic than Shoto?

Kirishima approached the wall, cracking his knuckles. "Only one way to go!"

"Up," Shoto hummed.

Kirishima slumped forwards, "you stole my thunder bro..."

"Human ladder," you quickly thought up a solution to the problem. You recall doing the human ladder exercise back when you went to UA the first time around. "Strongest or heaviest on the bottom, the lightest on top. Whoever's on the top pulls everyone up. Probably should be me because I can use my quirk to connect everyone and then anchor myself to the ground," you clasp your hands together as they began to give way a cold mist. "Sort of like mountain or wall climbing now that I think about it." Exactly like mountain climbing actually.

"Scary how quick you came up with that," Kirishima awed. Bakugou calls him a rock as an insult sometimes, now the nickname makes quite a bit of sense. He does think slower than most.

"Not really," you admit. "I just remembered back to when you guys were preparing me for the entrance exam and Shoto told me to drag Uraraka and Ashido around by anchoring my feet to the ground," this explanation was going nowhere. "You know what, we don't have the time for this. Kirishima you're on the bottom."

"Got it!" Kirishima pressed his back to the wall and made a foothold with his hands.

"I'm next," Shoto jumped in and scaled Kirishima with ease taking a stand upon the boy's bare shoulders and assume a stance much similar to Kirishima's. Jiro didn't question her part and began to climb the boys. To ensure her own safety, Jiro anchored herself to the wall with her ear jacks and prepared for your own climb up.

You approached Kirishima, "be careful girl... This doesn't feel very stable," he warned. You hummed showing him you heard. One foot on his hand, Kirishima helped you to take a foot hold upon his shoulder where he made that one fatal mistake. He looked up. Kirishima, the man full of chivalry much like the hero he admired most, had a front row seat to the view beneath your skirt. His face flashed as red as his hair and he quickly forced himself to look down. The jolt shook the entire human tower, and everyone tumbled one upon the other.

"I'm so sorry guys!!! It was wrong of me to look up your skirt (Y/n)!!!" Kirishima kept rubbing his eyes vigorously. If only he could pour bleach into his eyes right about now. "I refuse to stoop as low as Mineta!"

Meanwhile back in the viewing room, Mineta was offended while others appreciated Kirishima's act of chivalry.

"You couldn't keep your mouth shut?" You groaned as your bottom was hurting after that fall.

"You're gonna have to man up," Shoto hissed as he too was struggling to get to his feet. "How else are we gonna get over the wall?"

"I'm sure there's another way," Kirishima assumed. And so, everyone sat around trying to think of an alternate solution to the situation at hand. Kirishima tried hardening up his body, full Unbreakable, and manually climb up the wall by digging his claws into the wall. While his attempt to scale the wall was successful, it left everyone else on the ground unable to follow his lead as the human ladder idea is now a bust especially now with one less person.

"Can't you two make stuff out of ice?" Jiro questioned Shoto and yourself after weighing all the possibilities.

"Why didn't I think of that?" You cursed yourself. "I'm not entirely sure just how big and grand I can make stuff, but I'm like REALLY precise," when you were little, you could make the best ice sculptures. Your father especially appreciated the times you'd make him an ice flower pin for his coat. He'd wear it to work and it'd last the entire day, melting overnight. One thing for sure was that your ice was sturdy and could last for hours. "Let's make an ice staircase Shoto! Can you do that?"

Shoto could only stand there without an answer. While a staircase was a good idea, maybe the best one yet, he can't make anything compared to what you're asking him to do. He's never thought to create anything with his ice quirk besides the means to attack another. Basically, frost, icicles, towering glacial spikes and frozen surfaces. "I..." Shoto didn't want to let you down. "I can try."

"You don't sound very confident," you point out.

"I've never made a staircase before," he admits.

"Neither have I but we won't know unless we try," you nudged the boy and brought him closer to the wall. You held out your hands, blue glittering sparkles tickled your fingertips. "I'll take the right side, you take the left."

Shoto only shrugged, "alright." Streams of blue fled from your fingertips to the wall. The frame to a staircase began forming from your ice like frosty snow battered streams. Everything was geometric, perfectly straight. With the general size of the staircase in mind, Shoto figured that he could finally act. He lifted one foot and stomped it hard, planting himself to the ground. A trail of ice began to stretch across the floor before a series of precipice ice plates began jutting into the air violently. While he had finished his job in mere seconds, you were still heavy at work. The amount of time put in made all the difference. By the end of construction, your half of the staircase was no doubtedly a staircase! But the objective was to make a staircase right? Well, you'd be surprised. Your half shimmered like glitter behind crystal clear blue ice with not just a wall to act as a handrail but a detailed one with perfectly spaced spindles and everything! While Shoto's half wasn't even recognizable. Not at all... Just a series of blocky spikes jutting out from the wall in such a menacing fashion.

Jiro and Kirishima were simultaneously cracking up at the sight. It was like a child's drawing compared to a professional's. Of course, with Shoto's pessimistic view on almost everything, he must be looking at all the ways in which he failed. "Why did I even bother?" Yup, Shoto isn't pleased with his own work.

At this point, you weren't gonna bother with Shoto. His powers are better suited for fighting rather than building and there's nothing anyone can do to change that. You pulled the side of your heated cloak to better hug your body. The warm fur against your freezing skin was night and day, like sitting in a sauna after swimming in a freezing pool. "We can get to the top now!" You ran ahead with Shoto and Jiro to follow. Only your half of the staircase was usable, but at least Shoto tried and that's all that matters. Up the staircase you all went and down yet another corridor for the long awaited third trial.

A door acted as a guillotine, a crash from ceiling to floor, locking you all out from the previous trials. "Trial Three: Tick Tock," the watch introduced the next trial as cheerful as ever. "You have two minutes to make it to the end of the corridor. Failure to meet this condition will result in automatic termination of the entire team," the hour timer on your watch was replaced with orange text that counted down from two minutes.

Kirishima shoved everyone forward as everybody stood there without a clue as to what to do next. "Let's move!"

You soon fell behind in the group. Shoto was leading everyone, not even breaking a sweat. Jiro was red in the face, her feet nothing more than a flurry as she wasn't far behind him, and Kirishima was right on her tail. At this rate, you'll be the downfall of the team in this trial. "Who here can ice skate?" You asked as you soon as old memories reminded you of ulterior modes of transportation.

"I can!" Jiro waved and nearly tripped as she came to a dead stop.

"I can't," Shoto admits. He too was running so fast he had a problem stopping.

"Me either," Kirishima agreed, only to bulldoze Jiro as he wasn't aware everyone had stopped.

"But Shoto," your breath was running short. "You have an ice quirk!" You retaliate.

"Never bothered to learn." It would be a good skill to learn in the long run.

"Fine," There was no time to lose right now, who knows how many trials this group has to clear before completion? Even when you take jogs with Iida and Midoriya, you aren't running like it's the end of the world but a leisurely pace. "Me and Jiro will go ahead! Maybe only one of us needs to make it to the end before the time limit. If not, well, it was a good idea."

"Smart thinking," Shoto complimented.

"Shoto, cover the floor with ice! I need to save my strength."

"Get behind me then! All of you!" Shoto held his arm out to his side to force Kirishima behind himself. Jiro and yourself stayed close together and followed his warnings. Upon doing so, Shoto stomped one foot onto the ground and covered most of the floor in slick glittering ice with just enough space to allow Kirishima and himself to still be able to run freely.

You stood upon the ice, it was slick, even your own shoes that were designed to handle ice, had trouble keeping some traction. Luckily, your quirk was the solution. Your ice magic conjured up a pair of ice skates made from ice itself, to cover your feet with elegant swirling blades. You did the same for Jiro who awed at your gift. She even lifted one foot to glide her hand over the blade to find that they were as smooth and clear as glass. "Meet us at the end!" You nodded at the boys as the girls skate off down the corridor at high speeds.

"They bickered a little..." Aizawa hummed. He'd have expected the lot of you to bicker much more than you already have. Turns out, this team may be perfect as they are.

"For their first try, they're working together like pros!" All Might praised the hard work the lot of you were putting into the exercise. It's been a while since he's seen such an achievement among heroes in training.

"Splitting up is never a good idea in there though," Hawks stared at one of the monitors with his serious face on. Of all the pros who've monitored the creation of the Gauntlet, Hawks has the most knowledge on the subject. "If they don't all make it to the end on time, and If this is the trial I think it is, they just added on an extra trial."

"And your point is?" All Might stood beside the winged hero and watched carefully as Jiro and yourself are already three quarters of the way to the end of the corridor while your male counterparts had more than fallen behind. "The point of this trial is that not all teamwork is done together but separate. As long as at least one of them make it to the end, they pass."

"They do pass, that is true..." Hawks stroked his stubbly chin. "But I think whoever doesn't make it to the end on time gets punished."

"There it is!" Jiro exclaimed. At the end of the corridor was a large steel door that's door was halfway closed as it lowered at an accelerated pace. So quick, a bead of sweat dribbled down the ravenette's forehead as she made her sideways strides larger, faster all to glance down at the watch. "Sixteen seconds!" Her body switched into panic mode. "(Y/n) we aren't gonna make it."

"Sixteen? Pft!" You smirked. "Sixteen seconds left, running out of time. It more than enough! This is the last chance to make it or not. We got to show what we're all about so let's work together!" You grabbed Jiro by her arm and spun her around, building the momentum and quite literally threw her in the direction of the door at blinding speeds. Jiro struggled to stay upon her feet but made it past the door. You picked up your speed, the door with nearly a foot of clearance, you threw yourself onto your side into a diving motion and just barely slipped beneath the door before it closed with a loud 'thunk!'

You were both lying on the floor in a heaving mess. "We made it..." Jiro struggled to get air into her lungs.

"The boys though..." if you just barely made it, that means the boys never had a chance.

"Trial Four: Locked Out," the watches all simultaneously spoke in unison.

"The girls made it!" Kirishima awed and kept running as he saw that large metal door marking it as the end of the hallway.

"But we didn't..." Shoto began to wonder if you and Jiro were able to pull through with the rest of the exercise while he's left out. Then again, they have no choice. If the name of the trial is 'Locked Out' and the girls made it, that means the boys are locked out and one of the two sides may have to save the other.

"The members who made it to the end of the hallway, look around," Jiro and yourself took a gander around the room, breaking your ice skates in the meantime. Large black mechanical levers decorated the room from top to bottom: Floor, walls and ceiling. "Rescue your teammates by locating the lever that opens the door. Be careful... Each wrong lever holds unfortunate consequences for those who lie on the other side of the door."

"So falling behind was intentional..." Shoto still didn't approve of how this simulation can predict and change according to how everyone performed. Now they're stuck with yet another trial that's punishing those who couldn't pass the previous just as he had predicted.

"Kiri... Shoto... You out there?" You yelled through the door and pressed one ear against the chilled gunmetal.

"Just got here girl!" Kirishima was smiling from ear to ear and followed your same actions.

"There's like thirty levers in here..." You felt the need to warn the boys. Jiro was walking around the room, inserting her earjack into every surface possible, all to figure out if any of the levers had a give much like the tile switch in trial one. "This may take a while and judging by how many levers are in here, be prepared for the worst."

"Got it," Kirishima nods and took his ear off the door. He spun around to find Shoto glaring at the ceiling. "What's wrong bro?"

"Those..." Shoto pointed at both upper corners of the wall where the large metal door stood.

Kirishima stood beside Shoto and examined the discovery. "Showerheads?" Stainless rounded steel faucets protruded from the wall. At first, Kirishima mistook them for speakers but no, those couldn't be speakers. He's never seen one like it.

"The walls too..." Shoto approached one wall. "Notice how there's no tiles out of nowhere?"

"Now that you mention it," Kirishima approached the opposite wall and knocked on it. "This wall looks like another door if you ask me."

"Just how bad are we being punished?" Shoto began to fear the worst. Poisonous gases, boiling water, electrocution, maybe even fire. There's too many possibilities to really tell what could happen. All Might and Gran Torino warned them that the Gauntlet holds the ability to kill.

"Jiro can't get a good reading on any of the levers!" You began to worry. "I counted around twenty levers. Trial and error guys... hopefully we don't pull the right lever last."

"Quit worrying about us and do your thing (Y/n)," Shoto, as much as he's touched you're worried about them, wishes you'd just get on with everything instead of holding off the inevitable. Deep down, Shoto's thankful you're not out there with him or else you risk being in danger.

"Let me know what happens whenever we pull a lever. We don't want to overwhelm you guys," you nodded at Jiro as she had her heart set on a lever that stood on the wall nearing the lowered ceiling. She had to stand on the tips of her toes all to reach it.

"Thank you..." Shoto couldn't peel his eyes away from the many doors and faucets. The unfortunate was destined to happen this trial. If there's twenty levers, you only have a five percent chance of locating the correct lever on the first try.

"Here we go," Jiro jumped in order to reach her lever and it was activated. Nothing changed in your room, but the door hadn't inched.

"Did nothing happen?" Your head tilted to one side. Was the watch bluffing?

"Todoroki!" Kirishima forced Shoto to face the wall with the door and faucets. A grey viscous substance began to pour from the faucets with sickening slop noises as it collected into two separate piles.

Kirishima's worried cry made your stomach lurch. "What's going on!"

"Hell if I know!" Kirishima hardened up his body while Shoto took cautious steps back. It was the fear of the unknown as the grey substances began taking on forms of their own. On the left, the substance began to acquire the form of a tall, burly man. On the right, the substance took the form of yet another man but much shorter. Gradually, the details began to establish themselves. A tall man adorned in a skin tight black suit engulfed in flames and a teenager with spiky blonde hair and a wicked grimace.

"What the fuck?" Bakugou's jaw clenched as he saw the mirror image of himself within the monitor.

"Endeavor..." The color in All Might's face began to fade as he saw his biggest rival in the flesh within the simulation.

"Are the clones as strong as the real thing?" Aizawa too began to worry about the well being of his students.

"Sort of..." Hawks knew that this dangerous trial was going to happen the second the girls passed through the doors. "They're only as strong as the boys imagine them, but physically they're fragile. One attack should do it."

"The computer is trying to use their role models against them," Gran Torino had picked up said fact from a nearby scientist who gladly explained how the clones came to be. "When you hold someone in such a high light, it's difficult to turn against them which is a struggle some pros have faced when those they hold dear turn to the side of evil." Torino was hinting towards All Might and his former mentor's grandson but refused to give specifics.

"Well, that explains young Bakugou," All Might had pieced together the existence of Bakugou's manifestation within the simulation. Everyone is aware of how much Kirishima respects the explosive hero. "Why Endeavor?" All Might asked. "I've heard from Todoroki himself that he loathes his own father."

"The computer is using Todoroki's fears against him," that nutcase of a scientist gladly entered the conversation. "That boy is a hard nut to crack let me tell ya! When we scanned him, we learned that he's pretty shut out from the world. Very few people that he remotely likes came up from the scan," the woman held out a tablet of hers to the pros. Four high definition models of real life individuals came up. She started with the first, "based on the information we collected from the scan, he treasures his mother over everyone. We would've put her in the Gauntlet for him to fight but we don't have any memories of his that suggests she's a fighter." The female scientist moved onto the second model of Midoriya. "This one is Todoroki's best friend. We left his clone on the burner because Todoroki doesn't have nowhere near as strong of a mental attachment to him as his mother," the scientist switched once again to a model of yourself. "(Y/n), the girl you teamed Todoroki with," the scientist frowned slightly. "She's his girlfriend and he treasures her an awful lot. So much though, she's also a fear of his. He fears she could die or leave him at any second, which is a bit morbid if you ask me-"

"The computer figured all that out?" All Might was amazed.

"Best technology in the world right here!" She cheered. "But lastly, yeah, Todoroki's father is in the Gauntlet. Todoroki feared him his entire childhood based on our data and to this day Shoto fears he'll become his own father. It goes even further, he's afraid that his own father won't accept who he's dating. Fears stems from power and hatred and yeah! Many many mixed emotions on Todoroki's father so we just put him in there. This'll help Todoroki out in the long run. Face his fears head on y'know!?"

"This clone concept of role models and fears sound smart yet very fucked up," Aizawa admits after hearing Shoto almost was put to fight against his own mother but this idea is much more screwed up by the idea that Shoto fears his own father above all else. "Aren't any of you afraid this plan may permanently scar them?"

"I must agree," All Might frowned. "I think we should pull them out-"

"Punch him in the face!" Hawks threw his fist into the air as he rooted on the students. The pros quit arguing and went back to monitoring the group at work.

"Die!!!" Clone Bakugou lunged out at Kirishima with his fists blazing! Kirishima's body was impenetrable as he used his Unbreakable mode and threw a flurry of punches at his 'friend.' Kirishima was well aware that this wasn't the real Bakugou and it's not like this clone being the real thing or not was a problem. If Kirishima were to fight the real Bakugou, he'd still go all out as he knows Bakugou wants to fight anyone at their fullest. The clone was taking a good beating as the explosion had no effect on Kirishima and one last uppercut finished off the clone for good.

"I won!" Kirishima cheered and spun around to lend Shoto a needed hand. Shoto was dodging the attacks of his father with urgency. Everytime Shoto was use an ice attack, his father would unleash blue flames to melt the ice upon contact. Shoto was being overwhelmed, unable to attack and only left with the option to evade. "(Y/n), Jiro, find that lever as soon as possible!" Kirishima commanded of you both from beyond the door. "We need your help as soon as possible!"

"You heard him," you hesitantly took the handle to two levers into hand. "Just start pulling them."

Kirishima jumped in to help out Shoto, hoping a sneak attack on the fire titan would work but it's perceptiveness was too high as it immediately took Kirishima and stomped him into the ground. Jiro and yourself at this point had pulled seven more levers and yet the door still hadn't opened leaving twelve more to remain. More and more clones started fabricating beyond the door in a number of forms. Since Endeavor was already a horrific opponent the boy hadn't even grazed yet, the computer knew better than to make another but instead seven more clones. Most of them stemmed from Kirishima's mental capacity as they took the forms of his mentor: Fatgum, his senpai: Tamaki Amajiki, best friends: Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero & Ashido and the last clone to enter the picture took the form of Izuku Midoriya to compensate for Shoto's lack of fear and respect for others. The boys couldn't keep up, Kirishima's Unbreakable was about to wear off and he only managed to destroy half of the remaining clones. Shoto was beginning to risk hypothermia as he couldn't use his fire side, yet the clones kept coming.

"We still haven't found it?" Jiro was truly scared that the boys were getting slaughtered.

"We gotta be careful," you began pacing around the room all to choose that one lever that could change the tide of the battle. Jiro approached the lever that was in the dead center of the room. You both have been avoiding said lever like the plague as it felt like inevitable disaster since minute one. Like on a bubble sheet when you're taking a test, when you answer C for the third time in a row, you know something feels wrong. Right now, that wrong feeling might actually be the correct one.

You both took hold of the lever, "Together!" You both flipped the switch and 'Zoom!' the door rose to the ceiling. That's when you both got a taste of what really was happening behind closed doors. Explosions from Bakugou, green lightning from Midoriya, static electricity from Kaminari and bountiful flames from Endeavor. "Here!" Jiro shoved a set of ear plugs into your hands as she jumped into the action. You didn't question her and put them in as the ear jack lobes stretched and inserted themselves into her bulky boots. The entire place began to shake violently and everyone began to force hands to their ears and crouch down in pain. You took the opportunity to jump in and throw shards of ice at everyone that wasn't supposed to be there. Bakugou, Midoriya, and Kaminari immediately turned into grey sludge upon contact but Endeavor's form still stood despite the damage and for some odd reason Jiro stopped the high pitched attacks. Everyone went back to normal, yet somehow disoriented, but Endeavor didn't hesitate to strike at a recollecting Shoto. Quickly, a large icicle like spear formed within one palm and you threw it, impaling the monster. Endeavor slowly melted away from existence, fighting until the very end. You had just barely saved Shoto from a destined death.

"You doing alright?" You pat Kirishima on the back.

He nods his head, breathing heavily. "I've felt worst..." Kirishima admits as Jiro helped him to lie down upon the floor. His injuries were great, alarming actually. His stomach and forearms had fleshy suction cup markings all over them, whatever that was about. His flesh was burned and melting away in places too. Although ice on burns is the worst thing you could do, it results in nasty scars, it's not like you had a choice. You began layering some powdered snow over the areas his skin was bleeding and festering horribly so that it could melt and wash out the wounds. "Dude what happened?" You began to use your dress to address his wounds.

"Ashido's acid," he winced.

No wonder why his skin his melting... "They better have good doctors..."

"I'll be fine for now, check up on Todoroki," He struggled to point in your boyfriend's direction. "He took quite a beating himself."

"Just rest up okay," Kirishima nods as he already planned to do so. Next, you made sure to go and check up on Shoto. He sat on the ground, head hung low, flames dancing upon the arm and shoulder of his left side all to try and even up his body temperature. You knelt down beside him, a little worried. "What about you? You don't look so hot..."

"That brought back a lot of horrible memories..." Shoto's embering fires fizzled out as he stared up at you longingly. Soot caked one half of his face. Fighting Endeavor heavily reminded himself of his horrible childhood of loneliness and endless training. His childhood was his lowest point. "I'll be fine..." Shoto began shoving those memories back into the dark depths of his mind where they belong. "Thank you..." He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head into your shoulder. "I couldn't handle that on my own..."

You embraced him in return. His body though, it was freezing to the touch. Now you understand how he feels around you. "Seriously, you feeling okay?"

"Honestly," Shoto lifted his head from your shoulder. "I don't think I can handle anymore fighting today..."

"Let's hope this was our last trial. I'm about done here too." Even though there's still a half an hour left on the timer. Yeah, there's still more trials. Is it wrong that you actually wouldn't fight the idea of giving in early? At this point, everyone is exhausted on some sort of level and anything further trials sound risky as hell. Even your mind is mush after trying to decide which levers to pick fearing if it was the correct one or not. "We should've never split up in the first place," it was your idea to separate in the corridor and now you're all paying the price.

"Don't think that way," Shoto spoke.

"This is what real heroes do... We'll have to do it eventually," Jiro agreed.

"I've already used Unbreakable twice today and now I can barely use my quirk..." Kirishima began to stare down at his hand at that grim realiation. Only the tips of his fingers could harden up while the rest remained as normal as ever. "We're exhausted and we can't rely on you girls if we're all separated. Is it really such a bright idea for us to keep up with this? We're all toast man..." Shoto agreed heavily. Really, with the next exercise in mind, fighting could become mandatory. The boys are toast.

"Look we still got a half hour," Jiro shrugged. "I say we rest up for a while and then tackle the exercise again. It'd be wrong if we quit," with the time remaining, only a ten minute break could be allowed if they plan to actually finish the remaining trials, but even a five minute break sounded heavenly and everyone was on board.

Jiro took it upon herself to comfort Kirishima while Shoto couldn't peel his head from your shoulder. "Here, Shoto," you shook him whereas he lifted his head weakly. "I think you should take a small nap. You really need it..."

"That's what I was trying to do," he dropped his head once more.

"Lie down," you had to manually maneuver Shoto to lay his head down upon your lap while he slept off to the side. You peeled the cloak from around your shoulders and draped it over Shoto's form.

The warmth was heavenly, but Shoto recognizes that this warmth wasn't yours and stirred. He found your cloak, staring up at you wildly. "(Y/n) it's yours-"

"And you're a lot colder than me right now," you spoke over him. "Just go to sleep please?"

"(Y/n)-" To try to silence him, you leaned down and trapped Shoto's lips with yours and hands cupping his chilled cheeks.

Shoto was shocked, yet he accepted the moment. When you pulled back, he had a few things to say. "That was our first real kiss..."

"There's more where that came from... Go to sleep."