You and I are stranded, alone at UA’s private mountain cabin. We had gone with the class on a trip. But when everyone was getting in the buss back to the school, me and you had both forgotten our duffel bags. Somehow Aizawa and the rest of the class didn’t realize you and I are missing when they started up the buss and drove off without us. We’re lucky have our things, but we alone. We’re stuck in one cabing together the snow beginning to start up. We have a fire going and you’re sitting by it. I don’t like you that much but you’re better than Dunce Face Kaminari. I stand in the corner arms crossed brooding. Our phones obviously don’t work and the snow has trapped us.

(I’m staring at the fire arms crossed. I’m thinking about how the class and Mr. Aizawa could just forget us. I’m glaring at the fire my red eyes blazing.)