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"Be resourceful," that was what Izuku's dad always told him. He didn't see the man often enough to have any close bonds with him, but that advice always sounded somewhere in the back of his head.
As AFO laughed and monologued, flexing his newly obtained body of Tomura and stalking towards the boy dressed in green, Izuku remembered his father's words. He looked around, taking in the devastation of the battlefield, the battered and tired forms of his friends and teachers. He was the last one standing. After the most recent attack from the criminal most of his allies were not able to rise again, groaning where they lay.
"Now, you will die and yield the quirk of my little brother to me, boy," the villain finished his speech,, reaching a hand towards Izuku.He looked so scary, power radiating from him as he neared his final goal, his last opponent, the last hero standing on the battlefield.
"Okay, it's time to be resourceful," Deku muttered to himself and rose from where he had been crouching, blinking a few times to moisturize his eyes.
"Make sure they're wet," Aizawa murmured to him quietly.
"Now, remember," Todoroki added when Izuku lifted his right hand. "Pay attention to your body temperature."
"And for fuck's sake move already, he’se almost upon you!” Kac-chan warned, his voice eager and loud.
“Yes!” Izuku chirped and dodged the hand of his foe. Dancing away from his grasp with surprising speed.
“Don’t draw it out, boy,” AFO hissed. “Your demise is inevitable.”
Deku took a deep breath and faced the villain again, a hopeful look on his face.
“I don’t think so,” he replied. Then he twitched the fingers of his right hand.
AFO barely dodged a wall of ice reaching to the skies. He spared a second to just stare at it, then turned to pierce the boy with his red eyes. The brat looked as if he hadn’t taken all his massive attacks head on for the better part of the day.
“What?” he didn’t manage to say anything more, because black whip lashed out of Deku’s left hand, wrapping around his waist and yanking him to the side. Right to where an explosion was sent. AFO screamed in pain as a few of his ribs cracked. He wanted to use one of his many impressive quirks to teach the brat a lesson, but he found out that his powers were beyond his reach, somehow. He turned to glare at the boy, who stared at him with eyes red in the sunset.
Deku held the whip taut with one hand, the other hidden in a tear in his costume on his stomach. Was he checking on a wound there?
“What the hell? Those aren’t the quirks of your predecessors!” AFO yelled. As he watched the boy withdraw from his costume a pair of quirk nullifying cuffs. How did he fit that thing in there?
“Oh, well, I’m just using the resources I have,” Deku shrugged and before AFO could react he dashed forward and snapped the cuffs on his hands. The red seeped out of his eyes and he blinked a few times.
AFO stared balefully at the cuffs and the young hero.It was so not in his plans for today to be cuffed.
“You won… For now,” he hissed hatefully.
“Not yet,” Deku shook his head and laid a hand on his cheek. Before the stunned eyes of the criminal,a horn appeared on the forehead of the boy and a sharp pain bloomed within the stolen body. He screamed as Rewind forced his body back, back before he had possessed Tomura, before the youth had been manipulated, tortured and overlooked, before he had manifested his deadly quirk. The malicious consciousness of AFO didn't even have time to utter his last words.
“Now,” Deku whispered, black whip cradling the body of a three year old Tomura, the grandson of Nana Shimura. “Now it’s over.”
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"We don't have much time to prepare," Nezu informed the small group gathered in his office. "AFO and Shigeraki will attack in three days. For what we know AFO can be already inhabiting Shigeraki’s body.”
"We need a plan," Endeavor boomed from where he sat.
"Exactly. We have Midoriya, but even with our support, he is just a single boy," Aizawa murmured.. "He is nowhere near ready to take on such a threat. And, as the previous encounters taught us, we are underprepared as well."
"Yeah, that raid was a disaster," Hawks nodded with a strangely grim expression on his usually cheerful face. "And speaking of Midorya, where is the chick?"
“He’lll be here shortly," AllMight informed the gathering. "He's... I'm not sure what he is actually doing, but he said he is gathering resources.."
"Ah, that sounds most intriguing," Nezu twitched his whiskers.
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"Alright, Midorya, if you say so," Todoroki said, sounding dubions. He put green hair in his mouth and swallowed it. " Then he took a cup of tea from Momo, drinking half of it and wincing.
"How long does it take?" Ida asked from where he sat with the rest of the class in the common room. Izuku shrugged.
"Around two hours," he said. "At least it took that long for the effect to kick in for me."
"Okay, so we can watch a movie in the meantime," Ashidou grinned.
"Sure we can" Uraraka clapped her hands.
Two hours passed. Todoroki plucked a strand of his hair and gave it to Izuku, who looked at his classmates. Everyone seemed excited and on edge, curious and eager. ""Kaac-chan?"
"Like hell I'm eating the bastard's hair. And I already had this shit. remember?"
"Yeah, but it was too short. Come on, Kac-chan, do it for me?" Izuku used his puppy eyes. The look was effective.Very much so. Bakugo snatched the piece of hair from Deku’s fingers.
"Fuck, if any of you dumbasses speak of this I'll murder you," Bakugo glared at the class.
"Sure thing, bro," Kirishima grinned.
Two hours later Bakugo forced his hair down his throat