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Chapter 1:
there’s no music that’s plays. that’s one thing out of many that Hollywood gets wrong.
there’s no triumphant music that plays as the dust settles for the finally time that day and the body of the boy that was just fighting you goes limp. there’s no finally score as you flip him over and see he looks the same age as the students you teach.
there’s no soft piano in the back as your brain stop producing adrenaline and you relax and almost fall over and there especially is no music when you lift up his restraint figure and carry him to the nurses wing.
it’s just silence. eerily silent
Aizawa felt proud after every battle he fought. he felt proud he could protect his country and the people living in it. he did not fell proud this time.
Wait wait wait. this isn’t the beginning. let’s start at the start not here.
‘get out of here stain’ thought saiki as he scrubbed at the floor with his mop. Like any other saturday evening, his parents went out for dinner and left him all alone at the house. Honestly, it’s a miracle they’re not bankrupt yet.
But it was all fine. Saiki liked having the house to himself. He could put on his headphones and go about his day in peace, not having to worry about anyone bothering him in the evening.
He had quickly put himself to work, someone needed to clean the house and he didn’t like just sitting around. he’d finshed picking up all the clutter very fast snd was just mopping when a huge cockroach scuttled out from under a cabinet. Saiki didn’t notice it at first but when he spotted it, he teleported on instinct. He thought to himself, ‘oh i’ll just land in some deserted city in Texas, like last time but what he wasn’t expecting was to be thrust into a dark void that pulled and tossed him around as it pleased.
It was like he was being stretched and compressed at the same time. He felt a huge pressure all over his body, not a good pressure like being at the bottom of the ocean, but a bad pressure like he was dying. he tried to scream but after now not using his vocal cords for the first 16 years of his life, all that came out was breathy crackled whines. he felt like he was being crushed. he couldn’t breath. everything was moving all at once and it was nauseating.
at at once the portal puked him out. he could barely see but it did not feel like his earth anymore
Chapter 2:
Aizawa was not expecting another villian attack right after they’d rescued bakugou from the League of Villains but apparently God hated him. If god even existed. He probably didn’t. If he did he was a real asshole.
anyways. aizawa was peacefully grading papers for his arguable favorite class. well. not peaceful it was denkis essay. he kept going on about some dumb food from his fovorote restaurant. other that that it was pretty good, the kid wasn’t stupid.
Out of nowhere a misty purple portal opened up next to his podium. immediately he jumped to his defenses, it had only been a couple weeks since the LoVs last attack and suddenly a purple portal appears in the school agian? yeah he was freakin spooked okay? right fully so.
it just. floated there for a second or two before a smaller figure was shot out like a bullet in a gun. the figure bounced off the wall next to his black board like a ragdoll and landed face down on the ground. ‘they left a dent on my wall’ thought aizawa. ‘mabye some sort of resistance quirk, like that nomu?’
the person on the ground was shaking and heaving. his head was hanging and his arms were shaking from the effort of holding himself up. they had pink hair and…hairpins? wierd
it vomited. oh. gross. he didn’t look all that threatening. why would the LoV send a child after them like this. and just him? at this time? it didn’t make sense. he’d called for backup the second he saw the purple in the portal so he took his glasses out and shook the kid on the shoulder. couldn’t hurt to try.
as we’ll soon learn it does, in fact, hurt to try. in this specific situation with this specific person it would have been best to leave saiki alone and let him recover on his own. but aizawa doesn’t have the information we all have nor does he have a future seeing quirk, like the author.
not saying i have a quirk just that i like literally wrote the story- never mind it doesn’t matter. what i was trying to saw is it in fact going to hurt to try. it’s doing to hurt everyone involved.
the second saiki registered the hand on his shoulder he stopped shaking and coughing. his body reacted without warning, rolling onto his back and firing a laser out of his hand at the two tall, blurry black people standing it front of him. i mean, after a decade and a half of kussuke or however you spell his name, as a brother, i’d be on guard constantly too. if aizawa wasn’t sure this kid was out to get him not he was.
he stood on shaky feet and still had slighty unfocused eyes but the intention was clear. he was going to attack.
Or not. the kid was…making a break for the door. well aizawa couldn’t let that happen. he whipped his scarf thing around the pink haired kid and pulled him back into his chest.
The boy in question was not happy with this development. He started wiggling and trying to throw himself out of this strange mans grip.
“Listen kid i don’t want to hurt you but if you keep strugg- Holy fuck!”
The kid could light himself on fire. this was not a fun thing to find out especially when you were holding him to your chest.
This was a great time for the rest of the Pro Hero’s to show up, just in time to see Aizawa get his whole front roasted up by a kid.
Said kid finally burned himself out of aizawa scarf thing and started running towards the door. the door that had four pro hero’s in it. yeah he didn’t make it though.
Almight was the unfortunate person to grab him. He tried restraining him with his fat biceps but in kusuos panic filled escape attempt, he whipped him head back and hit the pro hero straight in the nose. He then teleported out of his arms to the hallway to behind everyone and kept running, bumping in walls and tripping everyone step of the way.
This building was like a maze to him and he was just trying to make it away from those men trying to get him. They looked awful simple to those strange men who had tried to kidnap him as a kid and that was definitely bothering him a bit…but no time for that now!
The roof! The roof would be a perfect place to get away. Now if he could only find the stairwell…everything was in twos right now. There! That looked vaguely like a stairwell. And opening the doors, it looks like it goes up! This is great!
“Get back here!” Someone was yelling behind him. He glanced back. A very loud blonde man dressed in spandex was yelling at him. Yeah right like he was gonna stop for some crazy people trying to experiment on him. again. Honestly it’s like they thought he was idiots.
Stair after stair, he ran through his blurred vision and trembling legs and flung the door to the roof open. Yes! Freedom, so close he could touch it!
“What are you doing? Get back here kid!” That loud blonde was back. Whatever. It’s not like that idiot could catch him once he got off this stupid roof.
Or the idiot could knock him to the ground. Kusuo immediately flipped over in his grasp and started kicking him in the stomach sibling style. you know, like when you’re fighting with your little sibling and theyre like under you and started kicking you in the stomach. fyi for all my only children, it Hurttttts. little brat.
Whoops. Apparently he kicked a little too hard. The loud blonde went flying across the roof.
Present mic did not appreciate being flung across the roof into his coworkers.
“Damn you little-HEY ASSHOLE STOOOOOOOOOP!!!!” Mic activated his quirk and stopped the flying kid right as he started to leave. the effects were instant. Saiki gasped, eyes widening, and doubled over in mid air. He instantly clapped his hands over his ears and drew his legs as close as he could to his chest. the pain was excruciating, it was like his ears were bleeding and his brain was being stabbed over and over.
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck his brain was going to explode. covering his ears was doing nothing.
He reached out with his cool telekinesis powers and grabbed the thing making that horrible noise. mics throat closed up as tho a hand was squeezing it like an orange.
Present mic was then flung off the rooftop.
Chapter 3:
Okay throwing the guy who looks like your brother but old and weird and has a mustache off the roof of a million floor building might not have been the best idea. Kusuo was learning this very quickly. That dick who had captured him went he first came into this place just saved mustache man with his stupid scarf/batman looking weapon. What was left of it after Kusuo had set that thing on fire tho. And then the rest of them came onto the roof. And they were all mad at him. And he had the worse fucking headache. Imagine getting your skull crushed like a plastic toy under a really big horse and then imagine like four plastic toys and four horses and they're all up in your brain.
Yeah so maybe Kusuo wasn't in the best mood. Sue him.
So the rest of these assholes were on the roof now. They were doing a poor attempt at surrounding him, as if he isn't literally hovering in midair right now, and yelling their hearts out. Cute. It would be more effective if he could actually understand them over the ringing in his ears and a new found auditory processing disorder.
There was one guy in the crowd Kusuo remembered seeing before. That was so weird tho how on earth could he have seen him in a world he had never been in before. He squinted his eyes, mostly because he was concentrating, a little because the sun was really bright.
Of fuck. Oh fuuuuuuuck. Oh that is not good. Oh sssssshit that's Almight. Aka number one hero. Aka protector of peace or something. Aka a fictional character.Aka NOT REAL????!?! Oh what the fuck had he done.
To the pro heros up on the roof, the man was kinda just standing, sorry floating there. He looked drugged almost and was staring like he was seeing people for the first time but not like in amazement, in annoyance and exasperation. Could he be a new, weird League of Villains villain? Experiment perhaps?
“Midnight, use your quirk.” Aizawa muttered in a low voice. She jumped slightly, too focused on observing the weirdo man in front of them.
“What? No, he's gonna fall.”
“He left a dent in my wall after being shot out of a portal at about a million miles an hour. I think he’ll be okay.
“I’m not gonna just kill him, are you kidding me?”
“Midnight I know i’m right just use your quirk¨
¨Oh my God, no! I´m not going to literally kill him because you got your scarf burnt.
¨Midnight, who has more pro hero And teaching experience here? Me. Just do it, please¨
(The author thought of just making it so Kusuo doesn't have to breathe because I mean. He's basically a god and it's canon he can at least hold his breath for long periods of time.But that didn't work for the plot so you can just imagine that for yourself as a fun bonus.)
Seeing as Kusuo is mostly a dude(i mean he presents as a dude but ?????????? idk), Midnight's skunk smoke worked pretty well on him. As soon as the purple mist hit him he started to falter. Imagine being like, super tired out of nowhere. I'm thinking of that scene where Bakugou gets blasted by her (and looked REALLY hot while doing so omg) but slower and if he was flying. Bro was clearly trying to Not start free falling but he didn't have the mental smarts at this exact moment to move out of her line of fire.
He faltered, moving his hands in front of him to move the smoke away from him but it was a futile effort. If he was in his right state of mind, he would have just teleported away. It hadn't occurred to him just yet. It's like when you have a headache but don’t take any meds for it. You just don't think of it.
Kusuo finally made the connection between the purple gas and where it was coming from . He made a step forward in midair but thoughts were making a lot less sense than normal. It was like he stepped off a ledge. His body jerked and he started to fall from the tall, tall building. This was just like that time when he was 8 and Kusuke had drugged him wow. Crazy world we live in.
The four of them watched as the pink haired dude in front finally lost the battle and started to fall. They watched him fall 15 stories. They watched the body finally hit the floor with a faint fwoom. A dust cloud sweeped around the body. There was silence on the rooftop as they looked over the edge of it.
“Did you just kill him, Aizawa?”
“No. Just watch.” Aizawa was like 99% sure the guy wasn't dead.
The dust clouded started clearing. The body wasn't moving. Aizawa was 90% percent sure the guy wasn’t dead. A couple seconds passed. Nothing. Aizawa was 78% sure he hadn’t just killed someone.
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… Oh thank god he's up. Phew, he was gonna be in a world of paperwork if he was killed.
Meanwhile down in the crater, Kusuo was having some conflicting feelings. For one, that hurt like a bitch. He'd actually been unconscious for a moment there. And I'm pretty sure I have internal bleeding. Dick.
He felt an unfamiliar bubbling in his chest and suddenly turned to the side and threw up. Only stomach acid came out and burned at his throat. He heaved for air, seemingly choking on nothing and coughed violently.
He lay on the floor on his side for a bit, struggling and inhaling roughly.
It was hard to stand up. But Saiki managed, despite the fact that he should be dead or atleast unconscious. Saiki, of course, is alive anyway. Because he doesnt care about what humans think is impossible.
Candling his midsection, thoughts from the so called pro heros above him flooded his thoughts. Hes alive, hes alive, stop him. could he not have one moment of peace. Curse you god.
He stood, waiting for the heros to come down and his healing to kick in. You want someone to fight, well come and get it.