#usj incident

[leagueofmushrooms]

[mysteroads]

USJ Incident: Why it Should've Worked, (with fun gifs to space out the text!)

TLTR: All Might would've been ripped in half if Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima hadn't shown up. Nobody can plan for those fighty little monsters. And, despite the whiny tone, Shigaraki not childish to want to leave at first when there was no All Might and Tenya ran to get help, because his point was proved when the teachers arrived and he got shot instantly.

Okay, hear me out here folks. ~takes a deep breath~ It should've worked.

Honestly, ya'll, with the target being All Might, Shigaraki's plan for the USJ had a decent chance. It was not a rushed plan. Right from the top, Shigaraki used the reporters as a distraction to steal the USJ schematics and the class schedule. He knew the layout and who to expect, and had a plan to deal with everyone.

He had Kurogiri to scatter the students and handle Hero 13, which Kurogiri did. A large mob to slow down Eraserhead and tie up students to keep them from interfere, which they (mostly) did. All Might, had he been there, was most likely to go straight for the leaders, aka Shigaraki and the nomu... which, when All Might did arrive, he did after saving Eraserhead.

What's more, All Might, when he did show up, ALMOST lost.

Kurogiri and the Nomu were about to rip him in half when Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima showed up. Honestly, 1-A has a bunch of fighty monsters for students, and that's not something ANYONE would expect from fifteen year olds in their first week of hero school!

People (and the show) give Shigaraki crap for wanting to leave when All Might isn't there, especially after Tenya escapes and goes for help, but why would he stay? 🙄 This is basic conservation of energy from the mind of a predator. He's in a high risk area, rescue is on the way, and his main target isn't there. His only loss would be the low-level villains, which are cannon fodder anyway. And he's right to want to run. The second the teachers do show up, he gets shot four times before they even finish their dramatic entrance. THREE TIMES.

So yeah, the plan was a very good for a first time villain debut. Flaws, sure, but the kid just barely turned twenty, give him a break.

[quirkless-accident]

I am not a huge fan of angst, but if we want angst let's go all in, happy ending is welcome but not needed. USJ, with Dani and Danny, and Danny gets hit with a quirk that summons the person that hate's you most. And Dan wants to enjoy making everyone hurt. No exceptions, no mercy, no discrimination.

this is hella gory so just read carefully please. Also major character death

also sorry ive been a little inactive, im been busy with a few commissions (which are open if anybody is interested). Hope you enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a normal training exercise at the USJ. They were just supposed to learn how to rescue people from Danny's favorite hero, Thirteen.

So why did everything have to go so wrong?

First it was the villain invasion. Then it was being separated by Kurogiri. Then it was Danny helping his friends fight through a sea of villains. Without hesitation he had thrown himself into the fray, fighting along side Eraserhead to help ease the burden of fighting dozens and dozens of villains by himself.

Then it was the lucky shot one asshole got on Danny when he was going up against three other guys.

He had made quick work of the guys he was fighting, and when he whirled around to take down the guy that hit him, he was met with his worst nightmare.

Instead of confused scrawny guy with shaggy brown hair and a five o' clock shadow, he was met with a hulking figure with dangerous red eyes and flaming white hair. He was stretching this way and that, loosening up his joints before looking down on Danny.

Against his every instinct, he froze with fear.

"Awe," Dan cooed condescendingly as he loomed over Danny. "Miss me?"

Before he could react, or even get his feet to move, there was a hand around his throat dragging him into the air. He clutched at Dan's hand, trying to pry his fingers away, but it was no use.

The villains seemed to think Dan was on their side. One of them clapped Dan on the shoulder in something that was probably meant to be solidarity or comradery, but Dan just glowered. And with no hesitation he gripped the side of the villain's head and blasted it with green energy. The thug fell to the ground, dead before he even made it.

"Don't worry about yourself, kiddo," Dan said. His grin was large and malicious, and Danny got a very up close look at his large fangs. "I'm gonna keep you alive long enough for you to watch me kill everyone in here."

Danny thrashed in Dan's grip as his evil older self turned to another group of villains who were rushing them. He rolled his eyes at Danny, like they were sharing some kind of inside joke, before decimating the thugs with a wave of his hand. The smell of metal in the air was overwhelming.

"S-stop-" Danny choked out desperately. His vision was starting to go all spotty due to the lack of oxygen.

Dan just threw his head back and barked out a laugh before aiming his glowing fist towards his teacher, who was locked in battle with Shigaraki. Dan let the green energy power up, and Danny mustered up enough strength and focus to let his own hands glow green. He managed to let his green energy out a split second before Dan's. Danny created a shield and in the blink of an eye it shattered.

Aizawa jumped back from Shigaraki and spared Danny a glance, but he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Run from Shigaraki and let him get the students who were still in the water, or stay put and let Danny figure it out himself.

Thankfully, he was saved from having to make any kind of decision.

Dani barreled into Dan, throwing him forward and into the ground with such force that Danny was able to pry himself free from Dan's iron grip. He quickly backed away from his evil older self, trying desperately to keep his breakfast in his stomach as his boots squelched in the mangled flesh and blood that stained the ground beneath them.

"Is that who I think it is?" Dani asked him, crouched in a fighting stance.

"Y-yeah," Danny said. his voice was raspy and his throat ached. "Thermos. Clockwork."

Dani seemed to get the message. Just like last time, trap him in the thermos and then give him to Clockwork.

Though, that was going to be a bit easier said than done. Last time, he had a small arsenal from his parent's lab to help aid him, and the only hostages had been his friends and family in one small, contained area that had easily been avoided.

Now, though? Now he had no weapons except for his powers and the thermos, and several people-good and bad-that Dan was gunning for. His only saving grace was that he wasn't alone this time. Dani stood tall by his side as she glowered at the newcomer as he sauntered over. Dan was scowling, and he was only a second away from tipping into untamed feral territory. And not the fun wild kind like Midoriya's brand of feral.

Danny and Dani both lunged forward, catching Dan on either side with their own attacks. Dan grabbed Dani's foot and threw her to the side before whirling around to catch Danny in the stomach with his elbow, sending him sprawling to the ground.

He quickly rolled to the side to avoid being crushed by Dan's heel before jumping back to his feet and sending a wave of ice towards Dan. His whole lower body was encased, but he broke through it easily.

Danny braced himself for the attack that he thought was going for him. He didn't see Dani sneaking up behind Dan. He didn't see the way Dan's hair flicked irritably just a second before he whirled around and sent his clawed hand through her chest.

It was so quick Danny wondered if it had even happened.

But he would never be able to scrub Dani's surprised face from his head. The way her eyes went wide as she stared at Dan, and then at his arm elbow deep in her chest. She coughed once, and ectoplasm dribbled from her mouth. She coughed a second time before slumping forward. Dan turned his arm intangible, and her corpse fell to the ground, unmoving. Her eyes were still open.

And this...This was suddenly a bit to real for Danny. This was no longer a dream he was hoping to achieve. It was no longer a fight to stall long enough until the other heroes showed up to save them.

This was a fight one of them probably wasn't going to walk away from.

Danny allowed himself to let go. He had a tight hold on his powers and emotions. He had too, because if he let go he could hurt people.

But as he watched Dani's lifeless face stare back at him, white hair matted with her own ectoplasm, he realized that that's the only thing he wanted to do.

The temperature drops in a second. The blood on the ground freezes and frost creeps up the corpses of the villains that Dan had so thoughtlessly killed. There was a terrible ache in Danny's chest, full of anger and hatred and pain, and Dan was about to feel every ounce of it.

He lunges, faster than he's ever gone before. The ground breaks beneath his feet with the force of his jump, and he lands one very super powered punch on Dan, sending him flying. Danny didn't hear the crack of ribs, but he felt it, and some primal thing in the back of his head urged him to do it again.

He was on Dan merely a second later, pounding him further and further into the ground. Dan gripped one of his arms, stopping him long enough to blast Danny off of him. But Danny was a man on a mission. His sister was dead, and he felt the power of the Zone thrumming in his veins, asking to be let free.

Danny encased Dan in ice again, and then punched through it, sending Dan flying back once again.

To everybody else, it was an absolutely terrifying sight to see. Students below watched as their nervous, awkward, nerdy classmate glowed with power. The entire USJ felt icy, and they all instinctively took a few steps back as Danny's fists started to glow with ethereal power.

His eyes were completely swallowed by the toxic green that spilled from his sister. That stained the hands of the one that killed her. His hair floated around his head like a halo, defying gravity in the oddest of ways. And it suddenly struck everybody that was watching that...He wasn't entirely human. Their own instincts were screaming at them to run, to get as far away as possible, but hero and villain alike stayed put, watching the raw power emanate from Danny.

Dan pulled himself out of the rubble around him and floated up to meet Danny's eyes. Neither of them wavered, but several students shivered as a layered, echoing voice came from Danny.

"You will pay the consequences for what you have done this day," Danny said, letting his eerie voice bounce around the walls of the USJ. "And let the villains below know what will happen if they try anything again."

Without another word, Danny and Dan shot forward, arms pulled back, but Danny was faster. And with his rage helping him, he was stronger. He gripped Dan's throat as he had done to Danny not to long ago.

"How are-you doing this?" Dan choked out.

Danny didn't answer. Instead, he let the white rings wash over him. Instead of turning back to Fenton like usual, he stayed as Phantom. Though now there was a ring around his finger and a flaming crown floating above his head.

"I'm the motherfucking King."

Danny threw Dan into the ground with such force that it sent out ripples, knocking those who were unprepared down to the ground. Nobody sees it happen, but it's not hard to deduce where the second shockwave comes from.

Danny lifts his hands above his head for a second time, and brings them down on Dan's chest once more. He feels the ghost's chest cave, as he lies limp in the ground. He isn't dead-not by ghost standards, anyway. When ghosts are no longer, they fade in ash or become one with the Zone, melting back into the ectoplasm that keeps them together. But Dan is still there, and still solid.

He looks down at Dan's unconscious form. His hair is still alight, though the fire is smaller. He is stained with his and Danny's and Dani's ectoplasm, and his boots are red with the blood from the villains he decimated.

And Danny...He can't bring himself to end him. He can't bring himself to take Dan's life, because he knows that if he does, he might become him. He knows that if he does, he will never be the hero he wants to be. He knows that if he does, Dani will look at him sadly, and he can't bare to see her so torn.

So instead he gets up on shaky legs, lets his powers die down. His core hums with satisfaction as he pulls away, and instead he takes out his thermos. In a bright flash of light, Dan is sucked up.

The USJ is quiet as he stumbles to his sister. The main villains are gone. All Might is there, and so are the teachers, watching with their breaths held as he drops down next to Danny. The smell of iron makes his stomach roll, but he pays it no mind as he brings Dani's limp body into his lap.

He's not sure how long he stares there, crying over her. It's long enough for her to destabilize. Long enough that eventually the only thing he's holding is a pile of thick, goopy ectoplasm.

Somebody-he's not really sure who-drags him up from the floor. He follows on autopilot as he's led to an ambulance. Eventually they make him lay down, and then they're moving.

But he doesn't pay any mind to them.

All he can think about is the surprised look on Dani's face when she took her last breath.

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You said no mercy, so you kind of did it to yourself anyway, I hop you guys liked it

[ladybugdays]

People are saying how dark BNHA got as if the first field trip of the story didnt involve a terrorist attack where the students had to watch their teacher get beaten within an inch of his life.

[rise-above-the-grave]

Hi! I saw a certain someone’s post about you working on a Catzawa fic and I’m dying to know more b/c Catzawa makes for the most fun reads. Are we talking Catzawa from the get go or is Aizawa transformed into Catzawa?

Aizawa is transformed into Catzawa!! Just who did the transforming is going to be revealed later, BUT here! Have a brief little sneaky peaky!!

The villain’s quirk activated. Aizawa felt it in his bones, in his blood, in his tissue and flesh and breath. It felt like fire sliding beneath his skin and into his veins, lancing like needles through his chest, spearing his lungs and heart before crackling like electricity into his brain. His entire body went rigid, back arched, head thrown back, mouth opening in a silent scream.

Joints cracked. Bones snapped. Muscles tore. Ligaments ripped. His flesh boiled and bubbled, rippled across his reshaping skeleton. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see or smell or taste anything but red, red, red in his eyes and in his nose and in his mouth—could do nothing but feel, and remember…

Bones splintering in his arms and in his face, the nomu’s grip lead around his wrists and shoulders and elbows. Blood in his eyes; blood streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin; blood soaking his hero’s costume to his bruised and abraded skin.

Asui, Midoriya, Mineta watching him scream, hearing him scream—seeing him die.

Shigaraki’s hand stretching out for Asui’s face…

Aizawa dragged in a shuddering breath, regaining consciousness with the jolt of a boot against his side. He felt the air open around him, whistle against his body, tousle his hair. Then a dark shadow reared up in front of him, and before he could react, Aizawa slammed into the building wall. He crashed to the ground with a whimper, a soft mewl tearing free of his throat before he could swallow it.

Except the sound wasn’t his. It was smaller than his voice, higher-pitched, sweet where his was usually gruff and low. More than that, though, he would have grunted at the impact not—not mewled.

He picked himself up, wobbling as he gathered his fumbling feet under him—and then realized, with a jolt of terror and confusion that he was standing on three feet, not four. And then more fear, more confusion, as his thoughts caught up to his mind and he realized he was on all fours, and that his prosthetic was gone, vanished, leaving him unbalanced and swaying.

His body was still slow and sluggish, the drugs they had used to sedate him pounding through his veins in time with his heart and breath. He blinked, dragged in a shuddering breath, looked up—and froze.

Something—no, everything—was wrong.

[queen-ofsunflowers]

An Angst EraserMic Headcanon:

The morning of the USJ Incident, Mic and Aizawa got into a pretty bad argument, the reason being Hizashi was being reckless while doing hero work the day before. They were still mad at each other when Aizawa left with his students that afternoon.

Bonus Comfort: The first thing Aizawa saw when he woke up in the hospital was his partner at his bedside, sound asleep.

They may fight sometimes, but they do care deeply about each other. Case in point: Mic making villains' ears bleed during USJ.

[shousimp]

villain!deku hc

really didn’t know how this happened i saw a hc or sth with a villain!deku thing in mind, and him saying “missed your childhood friend, kacchan?” or something and now i’m INSPIRED

yeah,,, so i apologize if this is ooc or something bc i’m just going off of that.

after being told that he couldn’t be a hero, midoriya had completely given up all hope.

he saw kaccha- bakugo being attacked by the sludge villain, but frankly, he didn’t care anymore.

he just..walked away from the entire incident itself.

skipping forward a bit, he joined the league of villains. (after running away,, his poor mother.)

they were a little hesitant to let him in, seeing that he didn’t have a quirk.

but oh my, they quickly realized he’d be the brains behind the team from now on.

“what’s this?” they’d ask pointing at his old slightly burnt notebook.

“ah.” he’d say, explaining what it was.

this was really really important information he had.

they had finally forged a master plan.

usj incident.

midoriya was..excited?

he found out bakugo was attending ua, but the rest of the league didn’t really get it.

“midoriya? excited? he’s usually so bland!~ what happened? got a girl crush??” toga would ask as midoriya would just laugh with his now deep voice.

“it’s nothing.” he’d smile.

“places.” kurogiri said promptly after, as they left for the mission.

excited, midoriya was supposed to be a “surprise”

after all, the villains expected all might to be there, and for him not to recognize one of his former fans? odd.

so midoriya had to stay hidden. but he also wanted to hide from silly little bakugo- no, kacchan.

the fight had escalated.

asui and mineta were both still stuck on the boat, confused on how to leave, and not communicating well.

yaoyorozu, jirou, and kaminari were all doing their best, but what if that wasn’t enough.

but..

todoroki and bakugo were going to save the day.

right?

wrong.

as bakugo was about to use his quirk, in his peripheral vision was none other than his childhood “friend”

...

...

...

...

“missed your childhood friend, kacchan?”

he froze

he didn’t know how to react

his breathing was irregular

“b-b-bakugo? who’s that?”

bakugo couldn’t do anything but just look at him.

he began to sweat and lost his breathing.

“BAKUGO!!”

“AAA” he yelled as he got himself together and started going on a rampage, clearly Very anxious.

ok that’s it <333

[faean]

Adamance of a Dragon

Collaborator: @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

Rating: T+; Mild Language and Some Conflict

Word Length: 2,396

Chapter 8 (1/2)- Show Me Your Will; Prepare Thyself 

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         Soon, my little dragonling…

         I awoke with a start, tossing several pillows as a golden white spear appeared in my left, readied at the empty space before my bed. Realizing I was alone, I heaved a heavy sigh before calming myself, folding my wings behind me as my tail swished about my waist. Slipping out of bed, I began my morning routine.

         Blonde roasted Kona coffee being brewed as I changed from my pajamas into a plain black long sleeve and blue jeans, my moccasins on and jacket draped over my shoulders. Aaron’s favorite breakfast on the stove as I drank straight from the coffee pot and called him downstairs.

         He was… Understandably disheveled. He did not bother to fix his hair, and his uniform was sloppily buttoned. None of my attempts at lightening his mood succeeded, and he remained, for the lack of a more appropriate word, catatonic.

         Sluggishly picking at his food, he merely mumbled ‘time to go’ before trudging to his bag and out the door.

         While I had my suspicions, and was not entirely surprised to learn that All Might is his father, I could not have predicted he would be so…

         Broken.

         Aaron is a strong and caring person, but he refuses to rely on others and rarely opens up about how he is truly feeling. It is why he pushes himself during his practices, and why Aria asks me to keep an eye on him. He has hardly, if ever, been careful about his personal health, although, I must admit I am not much better.

         But merely holding back is not as self-destructive as holding it in.

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         School was not much better. We had to make our way through a massive crowd of reporters and journalists; fortunately, a little magic goes a long way when tampering with electronics. That was not the end to them, of course. During lunch, as I sat with Shouji and Tokoyami, there was an uproar.

         People began scrambling to escape the cafeteria as an emergency bell and warning rang. Rather than be jostled and shoved every which way, I took to the ceiling and spotted Aaron clinging to the wall.

         I glided towards him, and he pointed at the strikingly familiar mob of reporters swarming Aizawa and Present Mic. While obvious to us that they were the cause of the chaos, it took Iida spinning through the air and slamming into the wall above the entrance as he shouted to regain order and calm everyone.

         One good thing came of it, though, as Aaron seemed much more receptive. I do not think he will ever be the same after yesternight, but I do hope he decides his own fate. He has so much potential, and I know he can be so much more than just a figure skater (which is saying a lot, given his numerous accolades and offers).

         The path he chooses is up to him, and I will support him for as long as I can but, for now, I will simply remain at his side until he needs me.

         And until that time comes, I will-

         Prepare thyself, my little dragonling…

         A shiver ran down my spine as I trailed behind Aaron out of the cafeteria. We were making our way back to class before lunch ended, and there was nary another student in the halls, much less a female one with an ethereal voice that echoed in my fucking head.

         It probably was not best to unseal my Anima form. Unlike the splitting migraines caused by my Prudentia form, this one caused something a little more…strenuous, I suppose. It dulls my senses and makes me more susceptible to mind-altering effects, such as hypnosis and invasive telepathy. Fortunately, segmenting my magic like this reduces the damage done to my body.

         Of course, using my Quirk correctly and freely is the best option, but I…

         Let us just say that a time will come when I shall fight at my best and beyond, but until that day, I would prefer not to draw attention to myself. There is a reason my hero suit is an all-encompassing cloak.

         “Faian, can you drop my stuff off at mom’s later tonight? I forgot to bring it with me…” Aaron spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts.

         While he still had a wisp of exhaustion in his voice, he looked better. Answering with a simple nod, I gave him a small kiss on the forehead before bidding ‘farewell’ as we entered our respective classrooms.

         I hope you’re ready.

         As much as I wanted to ignore her voice, she is powerful. If she claims something is going to happen, I must keep attentive. Of course, she cannot be trusted, so it would be wise not to take it to heart.

         Paradoxical, no?

         Looking at the clock in the empty classroom, it read ’12:38’, still twelve minutes before the next period, which is hero training. I was hoping to get some rest, shifting out of my school uniform and pulling a container of saltwater from my bag when a few of my classmates returned. Downing it quickly, as my body requires it to stay physically nourished (much like how a regular person would need to drink plain water, but it also helps with my limited regeneration), I placed the bottle back in my bag as Yaoyorozu and Todoroki took their seats. Shouji and Tokoyami went to the back of the classroom near me and were joined by Asui.

         Tokoyami was the first to speak, asking “So, who did you vote for, Nadal? You didn’t receive any which means you didn’t vote for yourself.”

         “Were you the one vote Iida got? He did say he voted for someone else.” Asui chimed in.

         Nodding, I answered “Indeed. I have no desire to lead, and his suggestion of a democratic vote simply demanded my own. Truthfully, not voting for himself only cemented my support. A good leader realizes their people take precedence, not themselves.”

         “Yes, but, by that logic, you would also make a good leader.” Yaoyorozu claimed.

         Todoroki was quick to add “You appeared calm and rational in the recording All Might showed us yesterday, too. Not to mention you have more experience in hero work. Why else would our teachers trust you as their aid, Faian?”

         While there was some surprise that Todoroki used my first name, I did clarify that I do not use his, and that if any of the four of them wished, they may use it as well. After all, I do enjoy their company, even if it has only been a few days. Although, I did have to help on pronunciation (Fae-in, it means ‘being of/belonging to magic’).

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         “If we’re pointing out the obvious then there’s something I wanna say… about you, actually.” Tsuyu said, her attention on Midoriya.

         I was seated beside Todoroki, who I believe is currently napping. I would do the same, but these classmates of mine sure are entertaining.

         Midoriya become flustered at the comparison to All Might but calmed when everyone began to talk about their own Quirks. I would not be surprised if he had a connection to All Might as personal as Aaron’s, especially if his Quirk is not his own; however, my thoughts were quickly interrupted as Kirishima began making comparisons.

         “Well, if any of our classmates have pro Quirks, it’s Todoroki and Bakugou. Nadal, too.”

         Tsuyu added, “Sure, but Bakugou’s always angry, so he’ll never be that popular. And we haven’t even seen Faian in actual action.”

         That certainly seemed to rile the Iratus Catella. He began to argue, but Kaminari soon pegged him as having an awful personality (his verbiage was a bit… lacking). Naturally, this only spurred him on.

         Fortunately, Aizawa reestablished some semblance of order as he told us we had reached our destination.

         As we stood, gathered in front of the massive structure towering over us, the Space Hero, Thirteen, greeted us. She, or is it he? They?

         Thirteen began to explain that they had created the facility before us ‘to deal with different types of disasters’. It was dubbed the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, USJ for short.

         While I was admiring the sheer volume of the USJ, the conversation between Aizawa and Thirteen definitely caught my attention, more so when my little clover seemed to understand what they had meant by All Might exhausting his power. This is turning out to be quite an interesting week.

         “Listen carefully.” Thirteen began. I’m sure you’re aware that I have a powerful Quirk. It’s called Black Hole. I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust.”

         After a few comments from the class (Midoriya) about how they’ve used their Quirk to save people, they continued. “That’s true, but my Quirk could also very easily be used to kill.”

         I take it back; the past twenty-four hours have been exceedingly exciting.

         “Some of you also have powers that can be dangerous. In our superhuman society, all Quirks are certified and stringently regulated so we often overlook how unsafe they can actually be. Please don’t forget that if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly. Even is you’re trying to do something virtuous, like rescue someone.”

         They were right. While not as obvious in Japan, many other countries, including the States, suffer from a rather disproportionate percentage of villain attacks and Quirk misuse.

         “Thanks to Aizawa’s fitness tests, you have a solid idea of your Quirk’s potential. And because of All Might’s combat training and Nadal’s review, you likely experienced how dangerous your powers can be when used against other people. Carry those lessons over to this class. Today, you’re going to learn how to use your Quirks to save people’s lives.”

         It will be their own that they must save, my little dragonling…

         I tensed and readied myself for what may come as Thirteen continued to give their instruction.

         “You won’t be using your powers to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that’s what being a hero is all about. Ensuring the safety of others. That’s all I have to say. Thank you so much for listening.”

         Many of my classmates gave a cheer before Aizawa began his part of the-

         Show me your will.

         Electricity crackled, and the fountain in the center of the USJ began to sputter before a misty spiral of black and purple spun into existence, warping the area.

         A portal. One that burst into the foreboding shapeless body of a person as villains spilled from its depths.

         “Stay together and don’t move!” Aizawa commanded. “Thirteen. Protect the students! Legend, on me!”

         Confusion spread over the class as Aizawa barked at them to ‘stay back’. I made my way to the front, my hood obscuring the upper half of my face.

         “This is real. Those are villains.”

         Two of the villains spoke, revealing that they infiltrated U.A. and were behind the press storming the campus. My concern only grew as they continued to speak.

         They came for All Might.

         They want Aaron’s father dead, and it appears as if they have prepared for this. If they believe they can face the strongest hero, as well as Eraser Head and Thirteen, then they cannot be trifled with.

         A man with grayish-blue hair was making the threats, and while his childlike demeanor and the numerous hands adorning his body definitely grave credence to his villainous intentions, he made a fatal mistake.

         He underestimated us.

         Admittedly, that would be more reassuring if the alarms were not being blocked and if my classmates would calm themselves.

         “Thirteen, get them outta here. And alert the main campus. Actually, if they’ve got the ability to block our sensors, then they might be jamming our regular communications, too.” Aizawa was on top of things, managing to keep himself and the others collected. “Kaminari, try using your Quirk to contact the school.”

         Midoriya quickly interjected, claiming Aizawa could not face so many villains on his own.

         “You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick. I’ll leave it to you, Thirteen. Legend, make sure no one makes it past the stairs.”

         With his final order, Eraser Head leapt from his position and confronted the assortment of villains. I gave a nod to Thirteen as I sauntered down the stairs. Extending my left to my side, I summoned six rapiers of swirling wind and lighting before launching them at the base of the steps, already blowing back and electrocuting several villains when they embedded themselves in the ground.

         Although, I did not have much to do. Eraser Head was effortlessly making his way through the villains, and I merely sat at the bottom of the steps, my blades preventing whatever villain thought they got passed him and could take on a kid.

         You’re slipping.

         She was right. With my attention on Eraser Head, and his own fixated on his next target, the misty warping villain had gotten past us. I took one of my blades and incapacitated a few villains with their backs turned near me before one countered me and knocked it out my grasp.

         Leaping into the air after and connecting my feet with the hilt, I kicked off it, rocketing back up the stairs as the blade shot back at the villain, piercing through the earth in front of them before letting off a small tempest.

         Summoning a great Zweihänder in my right, I prepared myself to face the villain, but he was much too ready. Creating a swirling dome of mist, he ensnared most of the class and Thirteen, and opened a portal directly in front of me. Unable to slow down or dodge it, I turned to try and see if another would open as my exit point.

         I was sent hurtling into the fountain, destroying it and momentarily losing consciousness from the impact. It was for a moment, but enough to dispel my constructs and undo the seal hiding my natural form.

         Thankfully, my cloak was made specifically to accommodate any transformations (mainly just my natural form; Prudentia and Anima were a later experiment and are not as drastic). Figuring most everyone else was teleported, I deemed it best to aid Eraser Head more directly. I should save my magic and take advantage of my physical prowess.

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I, surprisingly, had a great deal of fun writing this chapter. I cannot wait to share the next part!

Also, for those who celebrate Thanksgiving (being Native American and European, I definitely do), have a wondrous time! For those of you who do not, all the better for getting in those Black Friday lines sooner.

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