Let's continue where we left off.
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"What, villains?!" Kirishima blurted out, disbelief written all over his face. He clenched his fists instinctively. "There's no way... this is U.A.! How could villains possibly break into a hero school?!"
Yaoyorozu stepped forward without hesitation, her expression tense but composed.
"Teacher," she asked, eyes scanning the area, "what about the trespasser detection systems? Shouldn't they have been triggered the moment anyone unauthorized entered the grounds?"
"We do have them," Thirteen answered, her voice tight as she glanced toward the monitoring equipment embedded around the facility. The hesitation in her tone spoke volumes.
"However..."
Todoroki narrowed his mismatched eyes, his focus fixed squarely on the figures emerging from the portal. Calm as ever, he cut straight to the point.
"Did they only appear here," he asked, "or are they spread across the entire campus?"
"Either way," Todoroki continued coolly, eyes never leaving the scene below, "if the sensors aren't reacting, then that means someone here has a Quirk specifically meant to bypass or suppress them." His tone sharpened. "This place is isolated from the main campus, and the timing lines up perfectly with when a class was scheduled to be here."
He exhaled slowly. "They might look reckless, but they aren't stupid. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment attack. It was planned. Which means they came here with a clear objective."
That realization rippled through the students. Shock replaced confusion as the weight of the situation finally sank in.
'All Might...' (Y/N)'s jaw tightened slightly. 'That's who they're after.'
They knew All Might was supposed to be here. A class excursion. An isolated facility. Limited faculty. Someone had fed them that information, there was no other explanation.
'So who leaked it? Who's the damn traitor?'
His gaze flicked back to the man with cloudy blue eyes, the one who hadn't stopped staring at him since the villains appeared.
'...No.' (Y/N) clicked his tongue quietly. 'He's not the one.'
The resemblance was there, enough to stir something ugly in his chest, but the eyes were wrong. That man's eyes were marked by petal-like yellow rings. This man? His eyes was cloudy-blue., but still.
'I can't move yet,' he decided. 'Not now.'
"Thirteen," Aizawa said, stepping forward with unmistakable resolve, "begin evacuation procedures."
She stiffened, then nodded immediately.
"Try contacting the school," Aizawa continued. "If they're countering the sensors, there's a good chance someone with a radio-wave or signal-jamming Quirk is interfering." His head turned sharply. "Kaminari."
"Yes, sir!" Kaminari snapped to attention, quickly pressing a hand to his headphone receiver as he focused his electricity.
Midoriya swallowed hard, watching Aizawa move toward the stairs. "S-Sensei... are you going to fight them alone?" His voice wavered. "There are too many of them. Even if you erase their Quirks, your fighting style is—"
"—capturing after erasure," Aizawa finished flatly.
Midoriya hesitated. "A frontal assault like that is—"
"You can't be a hero relying on a single trick"" Aizawa cut in, not unkindly, but firmly. He adjusted his goggles as his scarf stirred behind him. "Watch closely."
Then he jumped. Aizawa launched himself down the long staircase, capture weapon unraveling midair like a living thing.
"I'm leaving the rest to you, Thirteen."
She nodded once, jaw set. Below, several villains noticed him immediately.
"Shooting squad, move!" one barked, his fingers splitting open into gun barrels as two others stepped forward.
"Wait, didn't the intel say it'd just be Thirteen and All Might?" another snarled. "Who the hell is that?!"
"I don't know," the first scoffed, "but if he thinks he can rush us head-on by himself—"
"—then he's a total idiot!"
Their laughter cut off instantly. Behind the yellow of Aizawa's goggles, his eyes flared crimson.
The villains' Quirks vanished in an instant. Before they could react, Aizawa's capture tape snapped forward, coiling tightly around both shooters.
With a sharp twist of his body, he yanked them off balance, swung them overhead, and slammed them into the concrete with bone-rattling force.
"Idiot!" another villain shouted in panic. "That's Eraser Head! He erases Quirks just by looking at you!"
A hulking heteromorphic villain snarled and charged anyway, muscles bulging. "Erase all you want, are you gonna erase this?!"
He leapt, fist crashing downward.
"No," Aizawa replied calmly.
He slid beneath the punch at the last second, his shoulder grazing the ground as he twisted his body. His fist collided squarely with the villain's knuckles, not to overpower, but to redirect. In the same motion, his capture tape whipped around the attacker's arm and torso.
"But fighters like you," Aizawa continued, yanking hard, "are statistically more likely to rely on close combat."
He slammed the villain down, straight into another attacker rushing from behind. A third lunged. Aizawa pivoted, planted his foot, and spun, his heel crashing into the villain's face. one cracked. The body folded.
In seconds, several villains were tangled together on the ground, groaning, restrained, or unconscious.
"...so I've already taken precautions against that," Aizawa muttered, finally deactivating his Quirk, letting his capture ropes fall slack.
His eyes, hidden behind the yellow goggles, remained sharp and calculating, scanning for the next threat.
From a distance, Tomura Shigaraki scratched his cheek thoughtfully, his usual smirk replaced with a rare expression of contemplation.
'He's not just strong with his Quirk,' Tomura mused internally.
'He's precise in hand-to-hand combat, and those goggles, who knows whose Quirk he's targeting at any given moment? That uncertainty alone makes coordinating an attack against him nearly impossible.'
Tomura's eyes followed Aizawa as he effortlessly subdued the remaining villains. '
'I see now. I hate these pro heroes. Even if we strike as a group, the average person doesn't stand a chance against someone like him...'
Then, the man with the cloudy-blue eyes, Raxfer Sinclair, spoke up, his voice low and controlled while still having that same polite smile on his face, yet carrying an edge of authority.
"Let's move, Kurogiri-san."
Behind them, the students had already begun evacuating in organized panic, leaving chaos in their wake.
But (Y/N) didn't move. His jaw tightened, fingers curling into a fist as he stared down the figure who so closely resembled the villain that had brutally murdered his parents. A familiar knot of anger and dread coiled in his chest.
(Y/N) glanced over his shoulder at the fleeing classmates, weighing his choices.
'Do I chase him now, or wait?'
"Kayama-kun! Let's go!" Midoriya's panicked shout snapped him out of his thoughts.
(Y/N) clicked his tongue in annoyance, muttering under his breath,
'Damn it... I'll find you next time.' He started to turn, ready to follow, when time seemed to warp around him.
A swirling, mist-like portal erupted beside him, the air seeming to thicken and slow.
"Leave this one to me, Kurogiri-san." Raxfer said lightly.
(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat as Raxfer's right arm shot out from the portal, seizing his arm in an iron grip. Before he could react, he was pulled effortlessly inside, disappearing into the unknown.
"Kayama!" Midoriya's voice cracked with fear, echoing across the courtyard.
"Nice to meet you," Kurogiri's calm, measured voice greeted as he appeared between the students, forming a dark, shadowy barrier. His presence caused a shiver to ripple through the students.
"...We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us, but we have decided to make ourselves at home within the sanctuary of heroes, U.A. High School. Our mission is simple: to draw All Might, the Symbol of Peace, into our grasp...
"...and see him take his final breath." Kurogiri concluded.
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(Y/N)'s P.O.V
Damn it, before I could even react, I was yanked through the portal.
The sensation vanished as suddenly as it came. When my feet nearly hit the ground, I steadied myself and took in my surroundings.
Buildings everywhere. Villains everywhere. While rain hammered down relentlessly, soaking the concrete and flooding the air with the scent of damp metal and ozone. Judging by the artificial storm systems and the closed space, I was inside one of the U.S.J. zones.
...The Downpour Zone. How lucky of me.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my racing thoughts into order. Darkness gathered beneath my boots, thick and viscous, responding instantly to my will. With a single motion, I leapt upward, the shadow lifting me effortlessly off the ground. Rain splashed against my coat and face as I hovered, scanning the area.
Then... That presence.
My body stiffened before my mind even caught up. I turned toward it, eyes narrowing.
He stood there calmly despite the rain, windbreaker unmoved, posture relaxed. The same man from before. Cloudy-blue eyes locked onto mine, his lips curled into a polite, almost courteous smile.
I knew better. That smile wasn't kindness. It was a mask, one stretched thin over something rotten.
"You." he said smoothly, voice carrying easily over the rain. "I've heard quite a bit about you. From my father, no less." His eyes gleamed. "I can't say I'm disappointed."
My breath caught.
...Father?
The word echoed in my skull, sharp and jarring. My mind raced, fragments snapping together in an instant. The resemblance. The gaze. That familiar sense of wrongness.
"...What did you just say?" I demanded, my voice low but edged with disbelief.
His smile widened.
"My name is Raxfer Sinclair," he replied, almost proudly. "Second son of the man who slaughtered your parents."
Something inside me snapped. Pain exploded across the scar of my face without warning, white-hot and vicious.
I hissed, my hand flying to it instinctively as my head dipped. Rain mixed with the heat radiating from my skin as the throbbing intensified, like my body itself was reacting to his presence.
So it was true.
I straightened slowly, lifting my gaze back to him. My own smile crept across my face, sharp, twisted, mirroring his. My grey eyes shifted, bleaching into a cold, luminous blue as darkness emitted on my body, restless and eager.
"...Good," I said quietly. "That saves me the trouble of searching."
The rain seemed heavier now, the shadows deeper.
"I'll make him suffer," I continued, voice steady despite the fury boiling beneath it. "By killing his son."
Raxfer didn't flinch. If anything, he looked amused.
"Go ahead," he replied with a soft chuckle, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Try it, if you're capable."
The storm roared between us, darkness and rain colliding as we stood poised on the edge of violence, neither willing to back down.
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Third Person's P.O.V
Kurogiri's mist surged and twisted like a living thing, swallowing space itself. In the blink of an eye, Class 1-A was violently scattered across the U.S.J., each student torn away and thrown into different disaster zones with no chance to regroup.
Only seven remained at the central entrance.
Iida, Sero, Thirteen, Ashido, Uraraka, Shoji, and Sato stood clustered together, backs tense, eyes locked on the looming figure of Kurogiri as his fog churned ominously before them.
Iida adjusted his glasses sharply, forcing calm into his voice despite the situation.
"S-Shoji! Is everyone here? Can you confirm our classmates' locations?" he ordered, standing rigidly between the villains and the group.
Shoji nodded and extended the tips of his tentacle-like appendages. Flesh shifted and morphed, forming replicated eyes that scanned the massive structure from multiple angles at once. His gaze darted rapidly as information flooded in.
"...Everyone's been scattered," Shoji reported after a moment. "But they're all still inside this facility."
A collective breath escaped the group, relief mixed with dread. At least they weren't alone... but they were still surrounded.
Their attention snapped back to Kurogiri, who hovered silently, his mist swirling lazily as though the situation barely concerned him.
"Tch... physical attacks won't work on him," Iida muttered under his breath. "And he can warp people wherever he wants..."
"Seriously," Sero added, tape reels twitching at his elbows. "That Quirk is absolute garbage to fight against."
hirteen remained silent, eyes fixed on the fog as her mind worked rapidly. Then, as realization struck, she turned sharply toward Iida.
"Class Representative."
"Yes!" Iida responded immediately, snapping to attention.
"I'm entrusting you with an extremely important duty," Thirteen said firmly. "You must run back to the main school building and report what's happening here."
Iida stiffened. "B-But..."
Thirteen interrupted. "The alarms aren't sounding, and our phones are completely dead. No signal whatsoever. U.A.'s alarm system relies on infrared sensors."
She gestured around the facility.
"Despite Eraser Head erasing Quirks one after another, the alarms still haven't activated. That means there must be someone here with a Quirk capable of interfering with the system, and they likely concealed themselves the moment the villains arrived."
She clenched her fist.
"It would take far too long for us to search for that person. You're the fastest among us. Running outside will be quicker."
Iida hesitated, fists trembling. "But abandoning everyone here would be a disgrace to my position as class rep!"
Before he could finish, Sato stepped forward, planting his feet firmly and raising his arms defensively.
"Go, emergency exit!" he said with resolve. "If you make it outside, the alarms should trigger. That's why these villains are only operating indoors, right?"
Sero moved beside him, assuming a stance of his own.
"As long as you get outside, they won't chase you. Blow that mist away with your legs!"
"Use your Quirk to save everyone!" Thirteen shouted.
Shoji stepped forward silently, positioning himself protectively.
Uraraka clenched her fists, eyes shining with determination.
"Iida, I'll support you too! I will! Please, go, Class Rep!"
Iida stared at his classmates, chest tight as their faith weighed heavily on him. Slowly, resolve hardened in his eyes. Engines burst to life from the armored calves of his costume, roaring withpower as he lowered into a runner's stance.
"Even if there's no other choice," Kurogiri shouted, "are there really idiots foolish enough to discuss their plans right in front of the enemy?!" He reacted instantly, mist surging forward like a tidal wave.
"We spoke because it doesn't matter if you know," Thirteen replied calmly. She raised her hand, the hole in her index finger opening wide.
"Black Hole!"
The purple mist was violently sucked inward as Thirteen countered the advance, creating an opening.
Elsewhere, in the Flood Zone, Midoriya, Asui, and Mineta found themselves stranded atop a partially submerged ship. Below them, villains with aquatic Quirks circled patiently, their eyes glinting beneath the surface.
"What do you mean fight?!" Mineta screamed, face pale. "Are you insane?!"
"They might kill All Might, right?!" he wailed. "You're contradicting yourself, Midoriya! The safest thing to do is wait right here until U.A. heroes rescue us!"
Midoriya ignored the panic, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "But Mineta... don't you think it's strange? They're clearly expecting us to fight underwater."
"Are you even listening to me?!" Mineta shrieked.
Asui tilted her head slightly. "Ribbit... Does that mean they already knew how these facilities were set up?"
"Yeah," Midoriya nodded. "Anyone who gathered this much intel wouldn't make careless moves. They specifically sent you—Asu—"
He froze, flustered, eyes darting away.
"Ribbit?" Asui looked up at him.
"I-I mean Tsu—to the shipwreck zone!" he blurted.
She smiled faintly. "Your pace is fine."
Midoriya sagged in relief. "Oh... really?"
"Well what about me?!" Mineta yelled, tears streaming.
Suddenly, realization struck Midoriya. "...Wait. That means the villains probably don't know what our Quirks are."
Asui's eyes widened. "Ribbit... That's true."
She glanced toward the distant Conflagration Zone. "If they knew I was a frog, they probably would've tossed me into the fire zone instead."
Mineta trembled between them.
"They split us up because they didn't know," Midoriya continued. "They planned to overwhelm us with numbers instead."
"Our numbers are lower, and we lack experience," he said grimly. "But our only advantage is that they don't know what we can do."
He glanced down at the water. "And they aren't climbing onto the ship... That supports my theory."
'But that also means they aren't underestimating us,' he thought.
Asui crouched, motioning for Midoriya to do the same.
"I'll explain my Quirk properly. I can jump very high, stick to walls, and extend my tongue up to twenty meters."
She added bluntly, "I can also spit out my stomach to clean it... and secrete toxic mucus that only stings."
Mineta's thoughts spiraled wildly. '"Secrete"...?!'
"The last two aren't very useful," Asui finished.
Midoriya nodded. "You're really strong. I have super strength, but once I use it... I'm basically done. It's a double-edged sword."
Mineta ripped a ball from his head and stuck it to the wall. "My Quirk makes these stick like crazy. Depending on my mood, they can last a whole day. They don't stick to me though."
He bounced one nervously. "If I pull too many... I bleed."
Silence.
Asui and Midoriya stared.
Mineta collapsed, sobbing. "That's why I said we should wait! My Quirk's useless in a fight!"
"It's not!" Midoriya protested, waving his hands.
Before he could continue, a massive hand made of water cleaved the ship in two.
"I'm getting impatient," a villain sneered. "Let's finish this."
"What power..." Asui murmured. "The ship is broken."
Mineta panicked, hurling balls wildly.
"You can't give up!" Midoriya rushed to the edge. "Don't reveal your Quirk!" The villains avoided the balls.
'They're cautious...' Midoriya realized.
"The boat will sink soon," one villain said. "Once they're underwater, we win."
Mineta slumped. "That's true..."
Asui turned to him. "Mineta... did you really enroll at U.A. to become a hero?"
"Of course I'm scared!" he screamed. "We were just junior high until a little while ago! I wanted to at least touch Yaoyorozu's boobs first!"
"When the enemy is sure they've won," Midoriya interrupted, eyes burning, "that's our chance."
"All Might said it himself."
Mineta froze.
"This is the only way... to win."
The villains laughed, until Midoriya stomped onto the edge of the ship.
"You're serious?!" Mineta cried.
Midoriya leapt. 'Act like Kacchan.'
"Die!"
He aimed his fingers downward. 'Imagine... the egg not exploding.'
"Delaware... SMASH!" The blast tore through the water.
"Tsu! Mineta!"
Asui sprang into action while holding Mineta, tongue snapping around Midoriya.
Mineta clenched his fists. "Even I can...!"
He hurled his balls into the chaos, with the water surging upward, converging violently...
...and then collapse back in the middle!
The villains were launched skyward.
"...Looks like we cleared the first hurdle," Asui said softly. "You're both amazing!"