After the morning test, several students had to be taken to the infirmary. Some were injured, but with only minor damage like scratches or small bruises. Thanks to Recovery Girl's kisses and, for some reason, some super vitamins that Izuku had brought, everyone recovered instantly in a miraculous way, even with enough energy to keep fighting. How many more tricks was Izuku hiding, really?
When they returned to the classroom, though physically recovered, most of them still looked defeated. Some were sad for not having given their all, while others tensed up just remembering the fight.
For Momo, although she didn't suffer as much as the last five who fought—including Bakugo, who surprisingly hadn't muttered a single curse during recovery—that test hadn't only shattered her fighting spirit, it had paralyzed her with fear. She had always considered herself one of the smartest and best in class; although Izumi had led the combat, without Momo's analytical mind and her useful Creation Quirk, escaping the carefully placed traps Izuku had set would have been impossible.
However, despite her strategies and precautions, she had been defeated by a mere magnet. That detail tormented her. But beyond her own defeat, what really worried her... was Izuku.
How could he have such precise control of his Quirk, performing moves that even pro heroes would envy? It was clear he kept many secrets: his relationship with his sister even though their last names didn't match, his vast knowledge in both combat and traps, plus a versatile Quirk—it was as if... everything about him was a mystery. And with that, she knew it: she had to become his friend if she ever wanted a chance not to make the same mistakes again. Something that might be hard to do with the two people always around him.
Izuku was sitting at his desk, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around him. Distracted, he was writing on a digital tablet with full concentration, as if nothing had happened.
Next to him, two people watched him with curiosity and a touch of admiration. One of them was his sister, Izumi, who showed an almost exaggerated devotion toward him. Her behavior changed drastically depending on who she talked to: with others, she could be serious or distant, but with Izuku, she transformed, becoming cheerful and affectionate—making her quite hard to deal with.
The other was Uraraka. From what Momo had heard, she followed Izuku because he had saved her during the entrance exam and she wanted to thank him. Now that she finally had the chance, she seemed determined to stay close to him.
However, what unsettled Momo the most was the strange closeness between them. Izuku treated her with surprising familiarity, as if they were old friends. He looked after her in a special way—it was telling that she was one of the two people he visited in the infirmary after the test.
None of it made sense. When Momo asked Uraraka about her relationship with Izuku, she swore she had only met him during the entrance exam. Then... why such a deep connection? Apparently, Momo wasn't the only one confused by that topic.
—What are you doing next to my oni-chan, you annoying brunette? —said Izumi, clearly irritated by Uraraka's presence—. Get lost and stop bothering!
—I-I'm... s-sorry... I didn't know that...
—Don't worry, I don't mind your company —said Izuku calmly, giving her a warm smile that made Uraraka's face immediately turn red—. It's nice to have more company too. At my old school, only Izumi talked to me. This is a nice change... I was starting to feel a little lonely.
—But, oni-chan... —protested Izumi, pouting.
—Don't worry, little sister. It's good for you to have company too. You left your friends behind rather abruptly.
—Because they were idiots who couldn't appreciate you! —exclaimed Izumi, crossing her arms in frustration.
—Well, here's your chance. She doesn't look at me with disgust. She could be your friend.
At that, Izumi looked at Uraraka carefully, scanning her from head to toe. After a few seconds, she made a face of pure dislike, something that didn't go unnoticed and made the brunette a bit sad.
—Hahaha, don't worry, Uraraka. I'm sure you'll become good friends —said Izuku with a calm smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
—Thank you for the optimism, Izuku! —replied Uraraka, her face lighting up with a big smile.
Seeing her so happy seemed to please Izuku, who absentmindedly ruffled her hair affectionately. It was a natural gesture, but the moment he noticed Izumi's death glare and Uraraka's deep blush, he quickly withdrew his hand, realizing he was about to cause a problem.
—Silence, please. Class is about to begin —the monotone yet firm voice of Aizawa cut through the chatter immediately—. I hope you all got some rest after the test... or rather, after that humiliation.
Several students lowered their heads, uncomfortable, as the teacher continued.
—I saw too many mistakes in your fights against Izuku. Taking a villain lightly is anything but professional. In fact, it's dangerous. Minor villains, while most are limited to petty thefts or predictable acts, are not the real threat. The ones who truly endanger people are those who have a detailed plan in mind. Mass kidnappings, terrorism... those are enemies with not just power, but intelligence and strategy. And those who, like Izuku, use preparation and cunning to overcome any obstacle. Learn from that.
Momo understood perfectly what the teacher meant. If they wanted to become pro heroes, they couldn't afford to underestimate anyone. Ignorance is fought with preparation—and she knew that if she wanted to improve, being close to Izuku was the best way.
—Anyway, with that said, let's move on to the main topic... the class representative —Aizawa continued—. As you know, the bet with Izuku was that if he won, he would be the representative. But there was another condition I didn't mention: he'd also be given slightly higher authority within the group. Izuku will oversee your training and evaluate you in all hero tests. In other words, he'll act as a "backup teacher."
The classroom erupted in murmurs of disbelief. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Not only would Izuku be the class representative, but he'd also have the authority to assess them—directly influencing their grades. For many, that wasn't exactly good news.
—Professor Aizawa, this is against the rules! —shouted Lida, completely alarmed, waving his arms desperately—. Even if classmate Izuku is a prodigy, he lacks the experience and professional knowledge to evaluate us! The school regulations clearly prohibit any student from assuming a teacher's role regarding—
—Yes, I know that regulation —Aizawa interrupted sharply, making Lida fall silent instantly—. But you should also know that teacher appointments are made directly by the school's principal. And, unfortunately for you all, he also watched the test broadcast. He evaluated young Izuku as a suitable candidate to act as a substitute teacher, based on the knowledge and skill he demonstrated. And about his supposed lack of experience... face him again, Lida, and then tell me if he really lacks experience to defeat you all again.
Lida said nothing, and those who were about to protest fell silent too, intimidated by Aizawa's firm tone.
—Alright then, to finish up, we still need to pick a vice representative... Izuku, you decide. I'm going to sleep —said Aizawa, wrapping himself in his sleeping bag and lying on the floor without wasting a second.
When the teacher fell asleep, everyone turned their eyes to Izuku, waiting for his answer. But, to everyone's surprise, he was completely distracted, still writing on his tablet as if nothing was happening.
—Oni-chan, it's your turn to talk —said Izumi, gently tapping his shoulder to bring him back to reality.
—Oh, is it my turn already? —asked Izuku, blinking as if just realizing it—. Well then, let's begin...
With complete calm, he stood up and walked to the teacher's desk, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
—As you already know, you made several mistakes when facing me. And the biggest one was underestimating me, even though you'd all heard what I was capable of during the entrance exam —he said with serene confidence, making several students shift uneasily in their seats—. That's why, even though I like the idea of voting, I first want you all to read the mistakes you made on these papers I prepared with much "care." On those sheets, you'll also find the person I believe is most suitable to be our vice representative.
At that moment, Izuku pulled out a stack of papers he had already prepared, and with impressive precision, his black tendrils emerged, distributing them swiftly among everyone. The class fell silent, amazed not only by how skillfully he handled his Quirk but also by the contents of the reports.
Each sheet contained a detailed analysis of each student's performance: strengths, weaknesses, and suggestions for improvement. He didn't just point out their mistakes—he proposed concrete ways to overcome them, from mental control to better Quirk coordination. The depth and precision of his observations clearly proved why he had been considered not only the representative but also a "backup teacher."
Momo stared at her sheet wide-eyed. Izuku had identified aspects of her Quirk she had never even thought of, like configuring her hero costume in multiple parts as an exercise to improve her creation control through more structured nutrition—since to create, she needed to eat a lot. But what shocked her most was the last thing she read.
—Izuku... are you suggesting that I be the vice representative? —said Momo, surprised, prompting everyone to look at her with curiosity—and some with tension—after her revelation.
—Of course —said Izuku with complete calm but with a firmness that left no room for doubt—. Even if you think you were defeated quickly, that's only a matter of gaining more experience and improving your preparation. But your knowledge and analytical skills make you a key piece when it comes to leading a team. With your help as vice representative, I'm sure our class will become much stronger.
—That's true, it was thanks to her we got past those traps —said Mina energetically.
—Yeah, her analytical ability kept us safe... well, for a while.
—I can't admit it easily... but she did a good job —said Izumi, crossing her arms in frustration.
Momo's eyes lit up with joy. She couldn't believe the confidence placed in her—especially coming from someone like Izuku, whom she had begun to deeply admire. She felt warmth rising to her cheeks, forming a slight blush.
—Thank you all for your support... I'll do my best! —exclaimed Momo, happy and proud of herself. Perhaps, little by little, her confidence was returning.
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It was already lunchtime, and at one of the tables, Izuku was quietly eating, surrounded by Uraraka, Momo, and Izumi. In front of him was a mountain of food so enormous that it seemed impossible to measure. While Uraraka and Momo watched him in disbelief, Izumi looked at him with a proud smile, enjoying the sight. Despite the amount of food he consumed, Izuku did so with an elegance that didn't match his colossal appetite.
—You really have quite the appetite, Izuku. Don't you eat at home? —asked Uraraka, with a mix of concern and surprise.
—WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! —Izumi shouted immediately, startling Uraraka with her sudden outburst.
Before she could continue, Izuku gave her a gentle tap on the head, calmly reprimanding her.
—When someone's eating, you don't shout. Don't you remember, little sister?
—I'm sorry, Oni-chan... —murmured Izumi, rubbing her head with a pout.
Momo, noticing the tension, decided to change the subject.
—So, Izuku... do you feel ready to lead our class? —she asked with interest.
Izuku finished chewing before replying calmly.
—I have no complaints. I look forward to your support, Miss Momo. With your intelligence, I'm sure we'll accomplish great things.
Izuku's words caught Momo off guard, making a slight blush appear on her cheeks. She hadn't expected such a direct compliment.
—And, Izuku... —she said suddenly, her tone turning more serious— may I ask you a few questions?
Izuku lifted his gaze from his food, noticing the unease in Momo's expression.
—Of course. What's wrong?
Momo took a breath before voicing her doubts. She knew they might not concern her, but if she wanted to build trust, she had to test how far she could go.
—I don't know if it's disrespectful, but... how did you become a substitute teacher? How are you so strong? And... what's your relationship with Izumi? You don't share the same last name to be siblings... —she asked firmly.
The atmosphere changed immediately. Izumi froze completely, her expression shifting from surprise to anger. Her fists trembled on the table, and her fierce gaze locked onto Momo as if she were about to explode.
Izuku noticed at once, and before his sister could cause a scene, he placed a firm hand over hers, pressing gently as a sign to calm down.
—Momo... don't you think that was a bit rude? —intervened Uraraka, worried about how personal those questions were.
Momo blinked, realizing the tension she had caused.
—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...
Izuku, without losing his composure, shook his head and offered her a calm smile.
—Don't worry. I understand your curiosity... you want to know how I became strong so you can learn from it, and you want to know me better to build a stronger relationship, right?
Momo was surprised by how quickly Izuku deduced her intentions, but she nodded slightly.
—But please understand that we don't know each other well enough yet. I don't have enough trust to tell you everything... though I can share the basics. —Izuku paused, then continued—. The "substitute teacher" thing was partly because of my monstrous score on the entrance exam and a personal evaluation from the principal. As for my strength... years of training. I worked very hard to get here.
His gaze softened a little, though his tone grew more serious at the end.
—And about my relationship with Izumi... that's a very private family matter. When the time comes, and I trust both of you enough... I'll tell you. I know you wanted to know too, Uraraka —he added with a small smile, making the brunette jump slightly, embarrassed at being caught.
The atmosphere eased, though Momo couldn't help but feel even more curious. What were Izuku and Izumi hiding? Though she couldn't ask more for now, something inside her told her that, in time, she would learn the truth.
Suddenly, a shrill alarm shattered the cafeteria's calm.
—Alert! Security Level 3 has been breached! All students are to evacuate immediately to the safe zone!...
Panic broke out at once. Chairs screeched and fell to the floor as students stood up hastily, rushing to the nearest exit. Despite being considered the elite, their quick reactions were turning chaotic: disorder turned into a stampede. Shoves, screams, and desperation created a dangerous situation.
—Don't push! —someone shouted in the crowd.
—What's going on?! —another yelled.
Chaos grew with each passing second, but amid the frenzy, Izuku remained seated, calm, as if nothing happening affected him. Izumi, beside him, also watched quietly, though her eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement.
—Izuku, what's going on?! Why aren't you moving?! —asked Uraraka, visibly agitated, tugging at his arm.
Izuku turned his head toward her, no trace of concern on his face. With a gentle smile, he raised his hand and, surprisingly tender in the middle of all that chaos, patted her head.
—Calm down... —he said with a disarming serenity, making Uraraka blush deeply—. It's nothing serious.
—Nothing serious?! Didn't you hear the alarm?! —insisted Momo, trying to stay composed.
—See for yourselves —Izuku replied, pointing at the window.
The two hurried over, and what they saw left them speechless. Outside, in the courtyard, a group of reporters and cameramen were arguing with teachers Aizawa and Present Mic, trying to push their way into the school. There were no villains, no imminent danger. Just... the press.
—Seriously... it's just the press? —murmured Momo, incredulous.
—How did they even get in? —asked Uraraka, still nervous.
—That's the real question. Maybe someone helped them. They've been restless since this morning, looking for info about All Might. —said Izuku, turning his attention back to the panicked crowd—. But now, we've got another problem.
The chaos in the cafeteria and the hallways hadn't stopped. Students kept pushing, blinded by fear. If anyone fell now, they could be trampled and hurt. Something had to be done—fast.
Momo started thinking of a solution, but Izuku was faster.
—Momo, make me a megaphone. —he ordered, calmly yet with a firmness that allowed no argument.
Without hesitation, Momo activated her Quirk. In seconds, the megaphone was ready, and she handed it to him.
—Thanks. Uraraka, use your Quirk on me. Izumi, throw me toward the hallway entrance —aim for the other side of the exit.
—What?! —exclaimed Uraraka, surprised.
—Do it! —insisted Izuku, with an authority that silenced any doubt.
Uraraka nodded and touched his shoulder, making him float instantly. Izumi took position, gauging the distance carefully.
—Here you go, Oni-chan! —she shouted, launching him with all her strength.
Izuku shot through the air like a bullet, soaring across the cafeteria toward the hallway at an incredible speed. Within seconds, he landed gracefully right at the exit. With an elegant motion, he adjusted the megaphone and took a breath.
—CALM DOWN! —his voice thundered through the chaos, overpowering the noise—. There's no threat! It's just the press that managed to sneak in! Stop pushing and evacuate in an orderly manner!
The effect was immediate. The crowd froze, and slowly, the tension began to fade. Students looked at each other, embarrassed by their overreaction, and the stampede turned into an orderly evacuation.
From the other side of the cafeteria, Momo, Uraraka, and Izumi watched, amazed.
—He's incredible... —whispered Uraraka.
—The speed of his reaction... the composure, the precision... —murmured Momo, astonished—. There's no doubt why he was chosen as our representative.
Izumi, with a mix of pride and mild annoyance, smiled.
—Of course he's incredible... after all, he's my Oni-chan.
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In the afternoon, since this day had been chosen for a full hero training session, another class was held. This time, it would take place in a facility farther away from the main one—a place specifically designed to simulate large-scale emergency situations such as collapses, fires, and natural disasters. This area had special zones that replicated different types of catastrophes, creating a realistic and dangerous environment where students would test not only their quirks but also their ability to react, work as a team, and make decisions under pressure.
The class would be led by three teachers: Aizawa, All Might, and another person in charge of observing and evaluating the students' performance. The goal was to train them in rescue operations during natural disasters—one of the riskiest and most complex tasks a hero must face, since these situations are unpredictable and often impossible to stop.
For this class, the use of hero costumes was allowed, as for some students, these enhanced their quirks and helped them perform better in the field, providing greater versatility. However, the decision to wear them was left to each student's discretion, giving them the opportunity to choose how they felt most comfortable and efficient when acting.
While waiting for the bus, everyone was ready in their hero costumes, excited and eager for the training ahead. However, the surprise came quickly when they saw Izuku. Instead of his hero costume, he wore the U.A. sweatshirt—although with several modifications: wide gloves, knee and elbow pads, red thick-soled shoes, and a black mask similar to the one he used in his original outfit.
—Onii-chan! Why are you wearing that outfit? —asked Izumi, clearly confused.
—Yeah! Why, Izuku? You didn't endure so much damage just for it to break —asked Momo at the same time.
That detail didn't go unnoticed by Izumi, who grew irritated when she saw Momo getting too close to her brother, while Izuku only looked at them with a calm expression.
—Well... since this is a rescue class, I thought it wasn't necessary to wear a formal combat suit. This outfit is more practical —answered Izuku, hiding his true intentions behind a calm expression.
Izumi felt saddened by the news; Izuku noticed her disappointment and, with a warm smile, patted her head.
—Don't worry, little sister. My suit is under maintenance to make it more resistant. I wouldn't want to lose it so soon by accident. That way, when you see it, it'll be intact and undamaged. Is that okay?
—Okay, onii-chan... —said Izumi with a pout, an action that made Izuku smile brightly.
Minutes later, Izuku and Momo began organizing the students to board the bus. They did it quickly and efficiently, without bothering anyone. Izuku already knew how to handle a group; he had done it many times before. When you've worked with "rowdy kids," a normal group feels too easy.
During the trip, Izuku talked cheerfully with Momo, Uraraka, and Izumi about study strategies and other topics of interest, which caused several laughs among the girls. However, Izuku soon noticed how several classmates were watching them, some with obvious jealousy and confusion. Even so, he decided to ignore it and keep enjoying the moment. It was nice to talk with them, especially with Uraraka... he missed those funny conversations.
When they arrived at the rescue training field, the students began getting off the bus, amazed by the facilities. In front of them was the space hero, No. 13, a professional known for her dedication to rescue.
The presence of No. 13 excited everyone, especially Izuku, who had studied her quirk and followed her missions. Her ability, "Black Hole," amazed him for its power—both destructive and for saving lives. Although he recognized its destructive potential, Izuku admired the ethical and humane way the heroine used it for rescue and life protection. In such a chaotic world, at least there was that.
—Hello, students! —greeted No. 13 enthusiastically. —It's a pleasure to be with you today. In this class, we'll perform rescue exercises in different disaster scenarios. As heroes, our main mission is to save lives in any situation, and I hope this practice helps you develop your skills and response capacity. Please follow me! We don't want to waste time.
When they were about to move, Aizawa raised one hand, stopping the group.
—One question, No. 13. Where is All Might? Wasn't he supposed to accompany us already? —he asked with clear annoyance.
—He had some inconveniences along the way and... well, he ran out of "time" —she replied calmly. —He's resting in the teachers' room at U.A.
Aizawa sighed and asked no more questions, continuing toward the giant dome.
Upon entering, the students were astonished to see the massive facilities. There were areas simulating different disasters: a shipwreck, a gale, a massive fire... all designed with impressive realism. The high level of education and training that U.A. offered was evident.
While No. 13 explained the instructions and gave her speech about the importance of controlling their quirks to protect and save lives, something strange began to happen. The atmosphere suddenly changed. A feeling of unease spread through the facility as, in the center of the dome, a swirl of black mist began to form, spinning slowly until it became a dark and threatening portal.
The students froze, watching in astonishment and fear as that thick cloud expanded. But Aizawa didn't waste time. With his characteristic composure, his eyes glowed with determination.
—No. 13! Protect the students! I'm going to act! —he ordered urgently, ready to face the unknown.
However, just as Aizawa took a step forward, a bullet shot out from the portal. It was fast, precise, and deadly. Aizawa's reflexes were outstanding, but this time they wouldn't have been enough to dodge it. Just as the bullet was about to reach him...
In a flash of speed, Izuku moved. No one saw it coming, there was only a fleeting blur of his figure before his hand intercepted the projectile in the air. The metallic sound of impact echoed, but it wasn't over.
Another bullet came out of the portal, aimed at Aizawa's legs. And once again, Izuku moved, catching the second shot with the same astonishing speed. Silence fell over the place as everyone tried to process what had just happened.
But something was wrong. Izuku's right glove was destroyed, and red liquid began to drip from his hand, horrifying both teachers and students, especially his sister Izumi.
His hand began to... bleed? No, Izuku knew that was impossible, especially for him. Frowning and increasingly uneasy, he quickly checked his hand... and what he saw didn't please him at all. The first bullet was normal, clearly designed to distract. By the angle at which it was fired, it was meant to affect Aizawa's vision, forcing him to dodge or injure his eyes by reflex. But the second... The second bullet was covered with a thick, red, bubbling liquid. Izuku recognized it immediately. His breathing became heavier, and a cold fury began to grow inside him as he realized what that meant.
—It can't be... those bastards! —muttered Izuku with contained fury, his eyes reflecting a mix of rage and concern.
Without wasting a second, he clenched his fist tightly, and black tendrils emerged from his arm, wrapping around his hand precisely. He channeled One for All's energy into his fist, generating an intense vibration that made the air around him crackle. In a controlled burst, the energy exploded, reducing the bullets to ashes.
He knew this would happen... but he never thought those bastards would have that horrible substance. Not so soon. The fact that it was already here made the situation much more dangerous.
Chaos broke out among the students, who looked horrified at the scene. The tension increased when, from the misty hole, numerous villains began to emerge. At the front appeared a thin man with bluish-gray hair and a red coat. His face was partially covered by a disfigured hand, giving him a macabre look. His movements were slow, but there was something disturbing in his presence, as if every step he took brought an imminent threat.
To his left appeared a monstrous creature, a bird-like beast with an exposed brain and an enormous, twisted muscular physique. Its very presence was enough to freeze anyone's blood.
To the right of the man in the coat was a smaller figure, about 1.66 meters tall. He wore a somewhat worn formal suit but still maintained an eerie elegance. His mask with a twisted smile and his white hair gave him an aura of mystery, almost terrifying, and his calm posture only added to his sinister air.
Next to this figure, a thin and malnourished being carried an impressive arsenal of weapons, all aimed directly at the students. His appearance was as disturbing as the second's, with his brain partially exposed and an empty expression that made it hard to know if he was even human. He carried a vast array of weapons, from pistols to grenades and a huge sniper rifle —probably the one used to attack Aizawa— all ready and aimed directly at the students.
The skull-masked man stepped forward, his voice distorted and mocking.
—Well, it seems this Nomu we were given came out defective —said the masked man with a mocking and distorted voice, a tone that made more than one shiver. —But it doesn't matter... let the show begin! Where's the one they call the Symbol of Peace?!
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—I told you the Symbol of Peace wouldn't be here, but no… the "smart kid" attacks first. Seriously, didn't you listen to the five idiots who gave us the new intel? I can't believe the Master chose you as leader. You don't listen to your team with that clown mask you wear— said Tomura Shigaraki, his tone dripping with annoyance toward the white-haired partner he despised so much.
—Shut up! The Master chose me because he sees potential in me, and you know perfectly well what he gave me to surpass everyone— replied the white-haired boy, his voice distorted as the glove covering his hand tore apart, transforming into a small, razor-sharp knife.
—What, to be a low-quality circus magician? Because I'd pay to see what you do with your underwear—maybe you'll turn them into a little knife too— Tomura replied with a mocking grin, irritating his partner even further. —And don't even talk to me about that other quirk of yours, because it's a disappointment compared to the Master's. Seriously, next to him, you're just a miserable grain of sand that amounts to nothing.
The white-haired boy clenched his teeth in fury and, in a flash, hurled his blade straight toward Tomura's neck. However, it stopped just millimeters from his skin. He knew he couldn't kill him—and the position of Tomura's hand near his abdomen made that perfectly clear. A single touch from one of those fingers would be enough to erase him completely.
Growling with frustration, the masked man withdrew his weapon, visibly irritated. Tomura looked at him with a hidden smirk—at least the bastard understood his place.
—I won't do anything to you… for now. But understand this: my quirk doesn't just affect material things—it works on the organic, too. Imagine the devastation I could cause— said the white-haired one with his distorted voice, his gaze growing darker. —I'll also show you why the Master gave me this power, and not you. Anyway, enough talk. It's time to begin an impressive spee…
He couldn't finish. A massive piece of debris suddenly shot toward him, hitting him so hard it grazed his mask, shattering part of it, and slammed him straight into the ground. He fell with a harsh thud... completely unconscious.
The silence lasted only a few seconds. Tomura stared curiously at the source of the attack. His eyes locked onto a freckled green-haired boy, hands extended, ready to throw another projectile. For a moment, Tomura was speechless—then a twisted grin spread beneath the hand covering his face.
—Ha ha ha! Finally, someone shuts you up!— he exclaimed, grabbing his partner off the ground with one hand and slapping him awake with the other. —I like the kid who did it. He's my new idol… and you're not gonna believe who it is.
The white-haired boy, furious, got up immediately. One of his green eyes glowed with pure rage as he turned toward the smoky portal taking shape, slowly forming a humanoid figure, though the mist still clung to its body in a chilling way.
—Kurogiri!— he roared, his voice trembling with anger. —I want you to scatter all those brats into different areas, just like we planned. Send them straight to the "deadly sins"… but the one who did this to me…bring him to me so I can kill him!
Kurogiri nodded calmly and vanished within seconds, reappearing near the students. His dark fog began to expand, wrapping around them in a menacing swirl. But then...
—BOOM!
A brutal explosion shook the facility, so intense the ground itself trembled beneath their feet. The sound was deafening, like something enormous had collapsed with unstoppable force. Kurogiri's mist vanished instantly, dispersed as if ripped apart by the shockwave. When the dust and debris began to settle, the scene that emerged was even more shocking.
The green-haired boy could be seen ejected alongside Kurogiri, both of them crashing violently into the earthquake zone. In their path, they destroyed several structures—including entire buildings—causing walls and pillars to fall like violent, chaotic dominoes.
The white-haired boy stood frozen, silent, his hands trembling in sheer disbelief at what he was witnessing.
—Do you really think you're a good leader?— Tomura's voice cut through the air, cold and dripping with mockery. —To me… you're just a disgrace.
End of Chapter 7.