A school like UA was never quiet. Even when he went to class early, there were signs of life all throughout the halls. One of the side effects of having Present Mic as a teacher, really.
That was why, as soon as Shoto found himself back in his high school, he knew it was wrong. The air was too still, there were no sounds at all. Even Shoto's own breathing sounded overwhelmingly loud as he tried to figure out where he was, because it wasn't home.
His shoes clicked against the tiles as he wandered blindly through the halls that seemed to stretch on for longer than he remembered. He wanted to call out to someone, anyone, but the oppressive atmosphere made any attempts to speak up choke before leaving his throat.
Nothing seemed to change until he was suddenly hit by a smell.
"Flowers?" he whispered, almost worried that speaking up too loudly would destroy something.
The voice, that awful, wonderful voice didn't have the same concern. "Scorpio," Joker crooned from nearby, "there you are! I've missed you so! Come here, I have your mask ready for you! And then we can go back to our work, we were so close!"
Panic, panic filled every neuron in Shoto's brain when he realized that he was trapped with him.
With a gasp, he turned and kicked the nearest door in, causing a resounding crash that echoed through the halls, but he didn't care, he just had to get away.
For a second, he thought he'd gotten away, that he was safe, but then he looked around the room, and noticed something was off. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a classroom, with the standard number of desks and chairs and the like. However, hidden behind the teacher's desk, Shoto noticed a pair of feet sticking out.
Without thinking, he started to approach, if only to finally talk to someone other than him. The closer he got, though, the more he realized a new smell had overtaken the flowers, burnt flesh. Even still, he didn't stop until he was able to look around the desk and see exactly whose body it was.
The next second, he fell to his knees, sobbing pathetically as he stared at his mom's charred body, her eyes wide open, and starting right back.