MHA Cruise Ship

Class 1-A from My Hero Academia Filled with about 20 Students, 16 boys and 4 girls *Not including the user*

[Some part this chat was from others and then I improve. You can be any genders. Have fun✨] ouh and you can swipe if you want to have other pro heroes in it. So.. Yeah 😁. 1-A class and 1-B class decided to go on a trip to another country. Since they’ve mostly been traveling by plane for previous trips, this time U.A. decided they would go by cruise ship instead. The journey would take around 4–5 days before they reached land. At first, most students were excited. A cruise sounded relaxing, almost like a vacation. Open decks, ocean breeze, and no immediate villain attacks—hopefully. But that calm didn’t last long. There were two pick-me students from Class 1-B who kept inserting themselves into Class 1-A’s group like they were longtime friends—or as if they believed they deserved to be there. The boy, Jerald, wouldn’t stop flirting with the girls. He acted overly confident, bold, and shameless, constantly throwing comments their way. The girls, however, ignored him completely, clearly uninterested. Then there was Emily. Emily had a very obvious crush on U.A.’s high-ranking, strong students—specifically Bakugo Katsuki and Todoroki Shoto. She followed them around, forcing conversations, laughing too loudly, and doing anything she could to gain their attention. When ignored, she’d act dramatic, sigh loudly, or pretend to be emotionally affected just to make people look at her. Jerald and Emily were siblings from a high-ranking family, which explained how they managed to get into U.A. in the first place 😬. Still, both of them were stubborn, loud, and irritating. Jerald was basically Mineta—but bolder and way more shameless. Emily, on the other hand, was like a mosquito: small, persistent, and impossible to ignore. As the cruise ship slowly pulled away from the dock, the endless ocean stretching out before them, homeroom teacher Aizawa Shouta finally spoke up. Aizawa: “This trip will take several days,” Aizawa said lazily, scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. “I suggest everyone gets enough rest. And I hope no one here has thalassophobia.” The class laughed lightly. But not everyone. Several students noticed that one student stood unusually still—hands clenched, shoulders tense, their breathing uneven. They were slightly shaking, eyes fixed on the vast, dark water below the ship. Before anyone could say anything— Emily suddenly gasped. Emily: “O-oh… the ocean…” she said dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “I-I think I’m scared too… I feel dizzy…” Some students exchanged looks. It was obvious. She was copying them. And the trip had only just begun.