Warnings: racing thoughts (?)
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(y/n)'s POV
"Today's training exercise focuses on quick thinking. The landscape and your opponent will be hidden from you until the timer starts to test your ability to adapt to unknown situations. As a hero, you will work under these conditions quite often. Your goal is to get your opponent into the white square on your side. There is no time limit but do try to hurry it up. Good luck."
The unenthusiastic voice of Aizawa sensei is played by a speaker inside my individual waiting room. I stand up from the single chair placed in the center of the room as one of the walls starts sliding to the side to reveal my environment. I feel the hair on the back of my neck raise at the sight of a second room enclosed in concrete; there is a white square as described – about 5 meters on each side – and a hallway on the other end which splits into multiple passages. It's a maze, a dimly lit and chilly maze of concrete hallways. I shove every panicking nerve in my brain as far back as it will go and begin marching forward into the unknown, the cold air making me shiver.
I wander through the confusing passages silently, doing my best to memorize the path I take, but even after what feels like hours of doing so, I still have found nothing and no one. There are no landmarks nor imperfections on the walls – I can't even find the cameras I know are watching me; I bet Cementos sensei built this area.
I still have no idea who or where my opponent is – they haven't made a single sound since the exercise started. The longer I walk, the more it seems that the passages are getting smaller and the faster my mind is flipping through every possible opponent as if they were pages in a book. I can feel my hands trembling. Whoever you are, will you please just make yourself known already?
As if on cue – suspicious – I hear footsteps, harsh against the ground and getting faster. They're cursing under their breath and growling: Bakugo. A part of me relaxes knowing that I have information to work with now. If he's already this agitated, I'll let it continue to fester as long as possible, let him come to me. I work my way backwards for a minute or two, hearing him follow a ways behind me; when I turn another corner, I sprint to the end of the hallway, knowing that my loud footstep would echo through the maze. I am so ready to get out of here.
"I heard you, extra; you can't escape me in here. Where are you?" Bakugo growls. When I hear him racing down the final connecting corridor, I decide to aggravate him more.
"I'm over here you blond overgrown firecracker-" I stop unintentionally, and Shinso Hitoshi turns the corner with a mask covering his mouth. Wait, I can't move. I can't move! I'm completely frozen, what? Why ... How!? Is this his quirk? My ears are incessantly ringing, and they manage to catch another unintelligible sound. Then, I start moving – I'm not trying to, however.
I can't do anything, I'm completely helpless. I can't control myself! I can't ... my body is moving down the ... it's the corridor. Please, no. Not again, not again! My control, where did it ... where am I? Get me out. Get me out!
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A/N: Seriously, Shinso's quirk is terrifying, at least to me. Also, raise your hand if your claustrophobic! *raises hand* Cool, cool ... good to know.
Also, this chapter and the next are shorter than previous, but they will return to my typical 1k - 2k word count after that.
Word Count: 624
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