Chapter Text
“Thank you for letting me rest here sir.”
Toshinori leaned back into the comfortable leather couch of the staff break room. Across from him was Nezu, the quirked stoat that led U.A by the horns. Holding a cup of black tea–a drink Toshinori also had sitting on the table between them–the principal kept his eyes trained on the gaunt form of the number one hero through the wafting steam.
Nezu was pretty lenient with the man. He was the reason Nezu was free from his prior containment after all, but the lack of responsibility being shown regarding his teaching commitment was a little souring to see. There were a multitude of questions he had shuffled in his head, ready to fire at the hero, but he didn’t want to pressure him too much.
He decided to start easy.
“How is the training with young Uraraka and young Kurose coming along? Any new developments?” Nezu asked calmly. Toshinori’s hollow eyes lit up the moment his trainees’ names were uttered.
“They did quite excellently during my class with them. I was quite proud of how well they were able to apply the things I taught them.” Toshinori wore a genuine smile, which pleased Nezu, as the heroic mask of a smile he used as All Might was far too commonplace.
“That’s wonderful!” Nezu responded genuinely.
“Yes, indeed,” Toshinori paused for a moment, thinking back on the class he taught, “Nezu sir… I’d like to ask about young Midoriya, if you don’t mind.”
For all the subjects floating in the stoat's mind, the topic of Izuku Midoriya wasn’t really floating there. “What about him?”
Toshinori paused again, twiddling his thumbs as he gained a nervous look. “He… His costume. D-don’t you think it’s… it’s too similar to my master’s?”
Nezu hummed as he reached for his phone. He couldn’t remember every student’s costume design off the top of his head, what with his various designated parallel thought processes, so he needed a refresher on the flight capable verdettes costume.
“Ahh. It is quite similar now that you mention it,” Nezu laid his phone down, letting Toshinori see the full graphic render, “And I assume his quirk lends a hand to your comparison.”
Nezu was amused at the offended cough Toshinori let out. “L-look, maybe I’m just looking into it too much. I would have known if my master had a kid, that’s a big thing to miss out on.”
The two shared a small laugh, Nezu picking his phone up off the table as it petered out. “Even I can’t envision such a thing, but who knows when it comes to One For All and its users present and past. You’re all wrapped up in such mysteries.”
“Sir, you are free to ask about my personal life any-”
“Oh but where’s the fun in that?!” Nezu exclaimed proudly, cutting Toshinori off. “If I can’t figure it out myself, then I lose the game!”
Toshinori opened his mouth for a moment before shutting it closed, not daring to open the Pandora’s Box of what Nezu considered a game. Instead he just leaned back and sighed, trying his hardest to relax so he could gain enough energy to teach the class he was late to.
He felt a pang of guilt at the thought. Even though the Wild, Wild Pussycats were just as new to teaching, they were a team, something he had very little experience with. As Toshinori rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand, he wondered how smoothly things would go as a teacher.
The steam from his mug was gone, leaving him to stare at his own hollow eyes in the reflection.
-{ ~ }-
‘All Might?!’ Mandalay thought as she stared at the group of villains, “Why?!” She shouted back.
She couldn’t hear it from her position, but the blue haired man growled in frustration. However, a smoky hand rested on his shoulder before he could retort.
“Young master Shigaraki, we haven’t had the time to introduce ourselves. They don’t know who they should be fearing yet.” The purple mist, both the villain's transportation as well as an assailant himself, informed the ringleader.
“Ah,” Shigaraki paused at the information, his scratching becoming less violent, “You’re right. Why don’t you go up there and introduce us, Kurogiri.” The mist man, Kurogiri, nodded, and attempted to fold in on himself, but found his quirk unresponsive.
“It seems Eraser Head has deemed me the largest threat…” Kurogiri mumbled to his leader.
Eraser Head and Tiger had begun to launch themselves into the fray, meeting the small army of villains head on. The plan was simple. Eraser Head would take out the emitters and keep Kurogiri in his sight, while Tiger would lock down the transformation and heteromorph quirked villains.
“Just two heroes?! Piece of cake! Let’s get him, Long Range Squad!” A villain with gun barrels for fingers said aloud to his designated partners. His two assistant villains were a large man dressed in a stitched up green bodysuit and three-horned mask, and a petite woman in a black and purple bodysuit with gray hair styled in dreadlocks.
As their squad name implied, all three of the villains had some sort of long range capabilities. Victor was the one with the gun barrels for fingers. Stitched Giant, the one in the green bodysuit, was able to fire an energy beam from his face with the aid of his support mask. And finally, Needle Hair was able to control her hair and fire off portions of it like bullets.
As each villain prepared their attack, another villain watching them from the sidelines had a moment of realization.
“Wait, don’t try to shoot him! That’s-”
Too late.
“My barrels are jammed or something!”
“My hair isn’t shooting out!”
“What’s going-”
Eraser Head’s binding cloth wrapped itself around all three of the villain's torsos. The cloth bound them tightly together, before he lifted them up and-
Slam!
Threw them into the dirt.
“You idiots,” someone on the sidelines shouted, “That’s Eraser Head! He can erase your quirk just by looking at you!” A brief pause lingered over the gathered villains, each one having a varied reaction to the information. Eraser Head kept his body tense, still managing to keep his gaze on Kurogiri, but his eyes were beginning to burn.
“Hey, where the hell are the heteromorphs! They can deal with Eraser Head!” The villain that had identified the underground hero looked around, as did the other villains. Aizawa almost smirked, satisfied that Tiger was dutifully carrying out his side of the mission.
Over with Tiger, he found himself in a standoff with a large four-armed man. The villain’s rock-like body composition made him tough and well suited for grappling, but Tiger’s quirk, Pliabody, kept him from being pinned down to one spot.
“Bulwark!” A villain with metal claws called out as he ran towards the fight, “I’ll keep him pinned down, you just beat his ass!”
“He’s a slippery one Sickle!” Bulwark replied as Tiger weaved out of his four-arm hold, getting low to the ground. As Sickle began to step forward, Tiger leapt between Bulwark’s legs and threw his arms back, wrapping the rock bodied villain’s torso in an elastic grip.
Bulwark couldn’t react to being grabbed, but he could react to the sensation of being lifted off the ground. “Let go!” He demanded. But Tiger wouldn’t listen, only seeing an opportunity to take down two villains at once. The hero turned around to face the approaching adversary, his arms lagging behind him, just what he wanted.
Sickle was now rapidly on the move, having already changed his approach from pinning down Tiger to freeing Bulwark. The villain jumped forward, claws ready to hack and slash, but faster than he could react, Tiger jumped upwards, flipping around and releasing Bulwark from his grip. The villain turned into a human missile, headed straight for-
Thwump!
Kurogiri watched Eraser Head fight another group of villains, noting how the hero did his best to keep his eyes focused on Kurogiri. But he could hear Shigaraki counting next to him, tracking how long it had been since Kurogiri said he wasn’t able to warp away.
All Kurogiri needed was the briefest moment to warp away, and lucky for him, the villains provided one.
Eraser Head was forced to duck under a wild hook, one with no finesse, but it blocked the erasure hero’s line of sight long enough for Kurogiri to feel the energy of his quirk flood his body once more.
Mist collapsed in itself, and Kurogiri had found himself on the platform the hero students were held up on.
“I apologize for the delayed formalities. I am Kurogiri,” the man greeted as his smokey body began to distort, “And we are the League Of Villains. Our main goal is the death of All Might, but it seems the Symbol of Peace is missing. Perhaps a schedule change?”
Every single hero student felt a chill run down their spine. It was one thing to hear a villain say they could beat All Might on T.V, another to hear it from a villain right in front of your face. The fear factor was amplified as the mist distorted even more.
“My goal remains unchanged however. Now-”
Before Kurogiri could finish his sentence, a black blur collided with the metal brace surrounding his misty body. The villain felt a surge of pain, like he was hit by a truck. Bleary eyesight honed in on a floating figure, his white cape violently dancing beside him from his sudden acceleration.
“You won’t lay a finger on us!” Izuku called out confidently. Behind him, Katsuki and Kirishima leapt forward, ready to confront the villain head on.
Katsuki swung first, letting a large blast blow between the gap of Kurogiri’s metal brace, while Kirishima just aimed for center mass, his hardened arm getting a solid slice in.
“That’s right egghead, we’ll end you!” Katsuki bragged as he kept his palms sparking.
“Get back, now!” Mandalay shrieked, her voice cracking in desperation.
Pro heroes had a sense for killing intent whenever they hit the field. Villains looking to cash in easy bounties oozed the sensation, professional hitmen would slip up sometimes, and reveal the intent whenever they spotted their target.
It was always a sixth sense thing–seventh if you had a quirk that gave you a sixth–but every pro learned to hone in on it at one point or another, but hero students couldn’t.
So when the remaining Wild, Wild Pussycats felt their sense for killing intent being overwhelmed, their bodies were locked in place, only able to speak out of sheer panic.
“Wh-” Izuku turned towards Mandalay to see who she was talking to, but a large black hand had enveloped his face. In a flash, the heroes and students watched, horrified, as the beast that destroyed Pixie-Bob’s dirt beast completely buried Izuku in the concrete below.
Crunch!
The only person who was able to overcome the chilling sight was Katsuki, who immediately launched himself towards the monster. “Get the fuck off my sidekick!”
Explosion after explosion tore up the ground around him. Katsuki’s muscles started to fatigue, but the beast remained still, focused only on keeping Izuku from moving, uncaring about its sizzling
“I apologize,” Kurogiri said, “But the Nomu responds to our commands only.” His body began to ripple outwards again. “I need him to keep this flyer down for the moment, so I can scatter him along with the rest of you!”
A dark wave blasted forward, enveloping both hero and student alike. The students panicked, grabbing onto one another to make sure they wouldn’t lose each other.
Anan grabbed Ochako by the arm, and the brunette managed to clasp onto her puffy suit as well. There was no telling what would happen at the end of all of this.
Fwoosh!
Anan watched as the swirling mist dissipated, leading her to be suspended in air for a brief moment, before gravity beckoned her and Ochako to the floor. She knew her friend could save her, that wasn’t a problem.
The real problem was the two other students in front of them who couldn’t.
Anan’s hand shot forward, two of the caps on her glove popping up, allowing her to pull in the people falling in front of her. The force of Black Hole immediately overpowered Earth’s gravity, and the two shot backwards into Ochako’s grasp.
“Th-thank you Uraraka-san! Dark Shadow would not have been able to save me!!” Tokoyami shouted. Uraraka just nodded, letting her eyes fall to the other person.
Anan’s attention had been on him the entire time. Izuku was completely unconscious in her arms. He was face up, letting the students see the grizzly damage he had sustained. His hair was soaked with blood, his jaw was lined with cuts, and his nose was bent in multiple spots.
The battle trials were rowdy, unorganized, the worst of the injuries being some cuts and bruises.
This was unfiltered violence. The weight of villainy had finally settled into a writing pit in Anan’s stomach.
“He’s breathing, Anan. It’ll be okay.” Ochako reassured her. Anan had to force her attention away, opting to finally take in their surroundings.
They were situated in one of the valleys between the makeshift mountains of the U.S.F. Below them was a clearing, surrounded by a vast expanse of trees. It was the Wild, Wild Pussycat’s home turf, but the students were clueless. Luckily, the four of them were sitting comfortably above where they were meant to fall, but that just let them see what exactly was going down.
All around the U.S.F, they could see groups of villains surrounding their fellow students and the stray pro heroes. Back at the entrance, Anan could see Pixie-Bob’s dirt beast army duking it out with the monster that had injured Izuku–Nomu, Kurogiri had named it.
“These people are here to kill All Might, they must have some sort of plan.” Anan said out loud. She kept looking around, missing how Ochako’s eyes were focused on the entrance.
“Iida-san is still at the entrance. The mist guy must have been damaged by Midoriya-san and Bakugo-san. At least, I hope he was,” Ochako growled for a moment, feeling her fists clench with anger, “If Iida-san ca-”
As she spoke, she watched as Pixie-Bob’s dirt beast assisted Iida in running out of the entrance gate. For a moment, she thought Kurogiri would catch him, but intervention from Shoji and Sero helped him escape properly.
“Alright!” Anan cheered, a small well of hope building inside her. “Iida-san made it out. That means we just have to wait for the heroes to come help us!”
Ochako felt that hope too, the realization that help–All Might–would be at those gates, rushing in to save them all. But to see them coming, the students had to survive through this coordinated attack. One For All was rippling under her skin, ready to activate, ready to save. All she needed was a plan.
“We have to get down.”
Both Tokoyami and Anan whipped their heads around to face Ochako. Anan was completely in shock–even though Ochako couldn’t see it through the glass, she knew–while Tokoyami was simply anxious.
“Are you positive, Uraraka-san?” Tokoyami asked, looking back towards the ground.
“Ochako you’re out of your fucking mind if-” Anan started.
“I’m completely sane, Anan,” Ochako interrupted, her voice not wavering, “We need to get our classmates, and then to our teachers, and then wait for the rest of the U.A staff, together.”
Together.
Tokoyami still looked on edge, but Anan felt more at ease. It wasn’t just the word or the idea of being together with her classmates and her hero teachers, it was the fact it was coming from Ochako that made the idea seem tangible.
Ever since she met the gravity wielder, her life has only gotten better. So being together with her, even in the midst of a villain attack, she felt compelled to listen.
So all Anan could do was shiver for a moment–one more moment to center herself–before giving her best friend a nod, to which Ochako returned. “Tokoyami-san, are you ready?”
“Aye,” the bird-headed boy responded, “As ready as I can be. Dark Shadow is yours to command as well, Ochako-san.”
At the mention of the sentient quirk, a black void appeared from under Tokoyami’s cloak. Its yellow eyes locked onto the ground as claws grew from its shadowy body. “I’m ready to go!”
Ochako pushed her fingers together as a pink glow enveloped her body. “Then let’s do this.”
-{ ~ }-
“Die!”
Another explosion kept the villains away from Bakugo. He was doing his best to manage the high ground with Ojiro and Jiro, but each one of his explosions was hurting the Earphone Jack user.
He hated being a part of an alliance that didn’t have his sidekick.
Ojiro smashed another rock by his foot, batting the debris and pelting the villains with jagged pebbles. Jiro was managing her frantic heartbeat as the three inched closer and closer to the summit of the mountain.
“Tail! Ears! When we get to the top I’m takin’ full charge, got it?!” Bakugo barked out. Jiro huffed in response.
“You kinda already took-” she paused to release another burst of her heartbeat, “Gah! You took charge already, no?”
Ojiro threw a whole rock with his tail this time before responding, “I’m listening to whatever you say, Bakugo-san!”
Katsuki just smirked as he waved another charging villain off with a show of force. He could feel his arms aching from his onslaught on the Nomu earlier, but he wasn’t out yet, not even close. All those explosions might have looked useless, but they helped him work up a sweat, and while his multi-shot gauntlet wouldn’t be enough…
The Fat Man certainly would be.
-{ ~ }-
Todoroki, Kirishima, and Kaminari stood with their backs against each other as they were swarmed by villains.
Todoroki hummed to himself. He knew he could freeze the entire area in seconds with minimal effort, but his performance in the battle trial had alerted him to how dangerous his ice was for any of his allies.
He wasn’t really a fan of being considerate, but the amount of unknown variables in this villain attack warranted caution. He had classmates who could prove useful in fighting back. Discarding them would be foolish.
“Can you guys get yourselves out of here?” Todoroki asked calmly. “I can freeze them all, but you’d be in the way.”
“It’d be real manly, but there’s no way my Hardening can get through all these guys.” Kirishima replied. At this, the villains at the front began to laugh.
“Just go ahead and give up for us you brats! We can make your deaths nice and painless!”
“Look at em givin up! Ahaha!”
Todoroki growled low, and for a moment, he felt his right side heat up from the anger. He almost snapped, his left side twitching, but a tap on his arm from Kaminari broke him from his thoughts.
“Create an ice barrier around you and Kirishima-san,” Kaminari said as his fingers twitched with anxiety, “I’ll take care of these guys, just gimme, like, 20 seconds.”
Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the plan, while Kirishima just stepped back a little more. “Are you sure dude? Real manly, but what happens if you can’t-”
“Nuh uh dude,” Kaminari said quickly, “Todoroki is stronger than me, sure, but that’s why he’s more important right now. Besides,” Kaminari lifted his hands up, sparks of electricity bouncing between his fingers, “I’m super strong too, so protect yourselves first, I got this.”
The confidence in Kaminari’s voice hadn’t wavered for a moment. Trusting his classmates' judgement, Todoroki turned to Kirishima and nodded. When the redhead nodded back, Todoroki kneeled down and summoned a dome of ice with walls thick enough to completely snuff out the sound of the outside world.
“K-kinda co-cold, b-b-but I c-can ta-take it!” Kirishima stuttered as he began rubbing his arms. Todoroki only took brief notice, opting to count instead, and hoping that Kaminari hadn’t bailed on them somehow.
“... 18, 19, 20.”
With the 20 seconds up, Todoroki quickly created an exit for the two of them to exit through. The moment they popped out of their makeshift defense, they took a look around to find…
Every villain incapacitated, with Kaminari standing tall.
“Okay,” Todoroki said, genuinely impressed. “Good job, Kaminari-san. Let’s get…”
But when Todoroki approached the electric blonde, his ears picked up on a unique sound.
“Wei… Wei!”
Kaminari turned around, a lazy look on his face as he gave Todoroki two thumbs up. The dual quirk user cringed for a moment, recognizing this is the side effect of quirk overuse.
“Ooh wow, didn’t realize that would happen,” Kirishima observed from behind Todoroki, “We can protect him easily though, right Todobro?!”
“Uh,” Todoroki gave another glance at the now wandering Kaminari, “Yeah.”
“Wei!”
-{ ~ }-
“21… 22…”
Shigaraki’s eyes tracked Eraser Head’s movements. Each kick, each punch, each dodge roll, perfectly calculated, but also perfectly predictable for someone like Shigaraki.
“16… 17…”
Finally, Eraser Head made his way through the last of the cannon fodder, his eyes landing squarely on Shigaraki. The hero threw his capture scarf towards him, but Shigaraki easily caught the tool.
Eraser Head wasn’t one to be caught off guard though, and easily used this to his advantage. As Shigaraki pulled him close, he threw his elbow straight at the villain's midsection, impacting him hard.
“Agh!” Shigaraki grunted as he looked down at Eraser Head, “It’s kinda hard to tell, but I figured out the pattern with your Erasure. Whenever your hair falls over your eyes, that’s when your quirk is inactive.”
Eraser Head scoffed, ready to pull back and launch another attack, but when his arm didn’t respond the way he wanted it to, he took a closer look at what his elbow had impacted.
“You can’t afford to overdo it, Eraser Head! Every time you use that quirk of yours, the duration goes down, and I kept perfect track of the pattern!”
Pain flooded the hero’s nerves. The cloth surrounding his elbow was completely turned to dust, and his elbow was bleeding profusely, originating from where Shigaraki’s fingers made contact with his skin.
CRACK!
Shigaraki bounced along the ground, his feeling like it was on fire despite–no because of the fact that the open air was making contact with it.
“Are you alright, Eraser?” Tiger stood above the injured hero, head on a swivel in case any sneaky villains tried to get the jump on them.
“Peachy,” Eraser Head grumbled in response, “He disintegrated my clothes and elbow, a five-point contact quirk. Something to do with accelerated decay…” Dots began to connect in the pros mind as he collected himself.
“So these are the fiends behind the attack on the main campus?” Tiger finished the thought for him.
“Wow, look at you two, so smart.” Shigaraki growled as he held his mask–a pale, disfigured hand–against his face. “Eraser Head especially. You specialize in solo takedowns against emitters, so you had Tiger take the half you couldn’t. So, so cool…”
A vicious killing intent washed over the two heroes’ bodies, paralyzing their movements temporarily. It was Eraser Head who managed to break the spell, turning his head to the origin point of the sensation.
A drooling beak, manic eyes, and an exposed brain was what greeted him.
“So did you figure it out yet, Eraser Head?” Shigaraki taunted as the Nomu loomed over its targets. “Did you realize I’m not the final boss fight?”
-{ ~ }-
“Gravity Smash!”
THWOOM!
“Gyaah!”
“Agh!”
“Wuah!”
Villains scattered through the air as the ground quaked underneath Ochako’s might. A gravity amplified fist mixed with 5% of One For All’s power was enough to crater a large portion of the clearing she landed in.
“Release!” Ochako pressed her fingers together, letting Tokoyami, and Anan down from the air. They landed softly, Tokoyami having Dark Shadow to assist him, while Anan slid down the side of the crater, Izuku cradled in her arms, still unconscious.
“Alright let’s move!” Ochako commanded, waving to her classmates to follow.
“Dark Shadow, alleviate Kurose-san of her duties and carry Midoriya-san.” Tokoyami ordered his quirk.
“A-are you sure?” Anan questioned as Dark Shadow held its arms out, “I’m okay with carrying him.”
“Aye,” Tokoyami nodded, “You have power better suited for defense. I do not mind being the pack mule for the time being.”
‘Oh I really, really wish I could tease her!’ Ochako gave a glance behind her, watching as Anan gently dropped Izuku in Dark Shadow’s arms.
“Grab those brats!”
Ochako whipped her head back to the front, spotting a wall of threatening villains, each of them holding a variety of weapons. Before Ochako could launch a One For All fueled attack, Anan stepped forward and raised her arm.
Clueless to her plans, a few of the villains threw their weapons–knives and rocks–hoping to pelt the students into unconsciousness. Too bad that was exactly what Anan wanted.
FWOOSH!
Anan smirked under her helmet as she watched the tossed weapons disappear. She could hear Ochako stifle a laugh behind her, while the villains in front of her had to hide their fear. It wasn’t every day one saw a black hole.
“Surrender now and you might be arrested without broken bones.” Ochako warned the villains, letting Anan continue posturing.
“Yeah okay!” One of them wisened up, putting his hands in the air while kneeling.
“Are you fucking serious Giant Palm?”
“What?!” Giant Palm responded. “She can make things disappear, I’m not fighting that.”
Before any more infighting could occur, a storm of dirt and rocks began to rain down on the villains, courtesy of Ochako. Anan didn’t have any time to thank her though, as she and Tokoyami began to push forward, intent on reaching the center of the U.S.F before any more villains could come out from behind the trees.
And to their surprise, there wasn’t a villain behind every tree. Luck had finally graced them in this terrible situation. A few stragglers tried to ambush them, but they were swiftly dealt with, their stride uninterrupted. Tokoyami had eventually switched hands with Izuku again, handing the still unconscious boy to Anan. With him and Ochako on the front lines, the villains were bowled over, the central river was just within reach, and they could hear the fighting gradually decline.
That last part was a coin flip, but the optimism from the two others were enough to make them imagine their classmates were winning.
“Guys,” Ochako said excitedly, “The central river! I see the railings!”
“And look how many villains are down!” Anan followed up. “Aizawa-sensei must’ve…”
That hope that had birthed in the sky, that fire that drove them through the forest and towards the center, it didn’t just vanish, it ripped a part of their sanity away.
Tokoyami felt the darkness he was so accustomed to consuming his vision for a moment. He had to force himself to watch, lest he suffer the same fate.
Ochako’s swirling nausea multiplied ten, one hundred fold. It was a sickening display, but all she could do was watch in paralyzed fear.
Anan felt numb, a sensation she knew she latched to desperately when things never went her way. If she couldn’t feel the outside, it wouldn’t affect the feelings inside. But numbing her nerves meant she didn’t feel Izuku stir in her arms.
Green eyes peeled open, their vision blurred and unfocused. Light pierced the iris as information flooded his brain, doing its best to get him up to speed once more. It took a moment, but when the information connected, and his vision could finally focus on the sight in front of him, all he could feel was fire in his nerves.
“Aizawa-sensei!”
Buried halfway into the concrete of the U.S.F, Aizawa couldn’t even twitch without the Nomu above him pulling his arm even more out of place. The monster was toying with him, having already had its fill with Tiger, who was in a bleeding heap behind the monster.
“Oh? More common mobs for me to slaughter?” Shigaraki sneered as he finally addressed the group of four. “I’ve gotta speedrun this because Kurogiri couldn’t do his job properly.”
Weakly, Izuku fell out of Anan’s hold, barely managing to get himself to hover parallel to the ground. His eyes were still glued to the sight of his mangled teacher, and anger was flowing through him, more potent than he’d ever felt in his life.
“Midoriya-kun, your injuries-” Anan was cut off by Izuku floating higher, righting himself as his cape was picked up by a small breeze.
“Save Aizawa,” He managed to mutter before floating higher.
“Flight huh?” Shigaraki scratched at his neck as he watched the hero student float. “For some reason… You make my skin itch… Seeing you fly like that really makes me crave destruction. I think I’ll turn you to dust first boy.”
They stared at each other, green meeting red in an intense battle of scowls. Ochako, Tokoyami, and Anan turned back to Aizawa, noting how the Nomu was now idle above him.
BWOOSH!
Izuku had crossed the distance.
Shigaraki could barely react…
He could barely react to nothing.
When the air cracked, he had closed his eyes on pure instinct, all training being reduced to an afterthought from how devastating the sound was to his senses. Opening them was a mistake, because all that led him to was more anger.
The Nomu was gone from its spot above Eraser Head, instead finding itself in the hands of Izuku, hundreds of meters above the U.S.F in just seconds.
And now, all Shigaraki wanted at this moment was the total destruction of Izuku Midoriya, and everyone associated with him.
His red eyes found their reflection in Anan’s helmet.
Bodies moved, and the U.S.F found itself in the midst of a terrifying battle.
-{ ~ }-
”Say no more young Iida,” All Might’s fist clenched with unbridled rage and guilt as he stared at the frantic speedster from 1-A.
”I am here.”