(A/N: Phonk went incredibly hard while writing this, dunno about reading with it, but I'd say it's pretty epic. In case anyone here wants to hear my recommendation, put on Slava Funk near the end, when something epic happens... Or read the whole chapter while listening to it on repeat. Both work, I think.)
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[USJ Incident 1]
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As the portal opened, Aizawa's until-then bored expression snapped into sharp alertness. His head turned toward the center of the facility, where swirling purple mist churned violently—and where several threatening figures began stepping out of it.
Without wasting a single second, he slipped on his goggles and prepared for action. There wasn't a shred of doubt in him about what was happeningn nor was there hesitation.
"Everyone, don't move from where you are!" he barked. "Thirteen, protect the students!"
Both parties reacted instantly.
Thirteen moved in front of the class, ushering the students behind her as she stared at the steadily growing crowd of villains in the distance. The students, meanwhile, froze in place, confusion rippling through the group.
Who could even consider the possibility of villains attacking at the literal start of their second week of classes?
Who could even imagine villains daring to raid U.A.—a school crawling with Pro Heroes, and with All Might himself on staff?
At first, it was simply illogical.
"What's this?" Kirishima tilted his head, squinting to get a better look at the figures emerging from the mist. "Is it like the entrance exam? With robots or something?"
Midoriya and a few others instinctively stepped forward to see better.
"Do not move!"
However, Aizawa's sharp shout cut them and their carelessness off immediately. There was none of his usual laziness in it—no hint of casual detachment.
That alone was enough to instill in them the realization that something wasn't right.
And when he spoke again, that realization cemented even further.
"Those are real villains."
The word hit like a physical blow. Bodies stiffened as dread finally seeped in, ignorance no longer shielding them.
The people that most of them had always seen from afar, as something only heroes dealt with, were now here, in front of them.
And realer than ever.
"Villains?! What?!"
"There's no way they could get into the school!"
"Where's All Might?!"
Yaoyorozu, standing the closest to Thirteen, reached for her. "Sensei, what about the trespasser sensors?!"
"We have them…" Thirteen muttered, her tone grim. "But it appears they aren't working."
"... If the sensors are down, then they must have someone with a Quirk capable of blocking them," Todoroki said, eyes narrowed as he observed the enemy numbers. "And for them to appear now, during class, in a facility isolated from the main campus… This was carefully planned and with a specific goal in mind."
That realization sent a chill through the group.
The idea that this wasn't a random attack, that these weren't brutish villains—that there was intent behind their appearance here—only worsened their dread.
And when someone actually answered the remaining question, it only became worse.
The villains' goal was...
"To kill All Might, huh?"
Taka's voice cut cleanly through the group, making several students widen their eyes at the realization.
Todoroki spared him a brief glance before nodding slowly.
With numbers like those, no other objective made sense.
They were here to bring an end to the Symbol of Peace.
—However, unconcerned with the villains' motives, Aizawa refocused on immediate priorities.
"Thirteen, begin the evacuation and try to contact the school. If the sensors are blocked, they likely have a radio-wave interference Quirk."
His gaze flicked briefly to Kaminari, landing on the communication equipment built into his costume. "You too, Kaminari. Try reaching the school using your Quirk."
With that, Aizawa started walking forward.
His scarf—his capture weapon—rose into the air as he prepared to engage.
Midoriya, however, called out after him, panic slipping into his voice. "You're going to fight alone, sensei?! Eraser Head's fighting style relies on erasing Quirks and capturing opponents—there's no way you can win a frontal battle against that many villains!"
Aizawa waved the concern off without stopping.
"You can't become a hero with just one trick, kid."
Then he glanced back at Thirteen.
"I'm leaving them to you."
And with that, he leapt—skipping the stairs entirely as he descended straight toward the approaching army of villains.
-Bam!-
The ground cracked as he landed before the approaching army, but despite the harsh descent, Aizawa stood back up unbothered.
Then, tightening his grip on his capture weapon, he began walking toward the ground of villains—before, soon, his walk turned into a full-on sprint. Something the villains reciprocated, dashing at him too.
"Sensei!"
The students watched with dread as Aizawa dove straight into the swarm—alone.
But as the villains surged forward to meet him, the scene that unfolded was nothing like what they had imagined.
-Whack!-
-Bam!-
-Thud!-
The attackers were clearly inexperienced. Most relied entirely on the raw power of their Quirks, with little to no actual combat training to back it up. Against Aizawa—whose Quirk was the literal antithesis of theirs—they were nothing more than reckless children waiting to be beaten up.
Even when heteromorphic villains joined the fray—those whose Quirks couldn't be erased—Aizawa proved himself far more dangerous than he had first appeared. He fought physically enhanced opponents with nothing but sheer skill, speed, and ruthless efficiency. His capture weapon moved like an extension of his body, snapping, coiling, and tightening as he swung villains around like ragdolls, using them as blunt instruments to smash into others mid-charge.
No matter how many came—one, three, five—Aizawa's eyes snapped from target to target with frightening precision. He erased Quirks in perfect tandem with his movements, all while engaging three or four enemies at once. Villains were seized, kicked, punched, slammed, hurled, and discarded, their own numbers turned against them.
His control over the battlefield—its pacing, its numbers, and the constant prioritization of which Quirk to erase first—was immaculate.
'Badass…' Taka raised an eyebrow, quietly reassessing his earlier thoughts about All Might being the sole aura farmer at U.A. 'Not bad, Aizawa-sensei.'
His observation was cut short when Thirteen ordered the students to retreat toward the entrance and begin evacuation.
Taka didn't protest or comment. He simply followed along, calm and compliant.
Everything was proceeding exactly as planned.
The entrance was only seconds away—
When it happened.
A thick dark purple mist poured into existence directly in front of them, spilling from the air itself and blocking their escape. The group was forced to halt as the fog swirled violently.
Then, the mist began to take shape.
"Nice to meet you, students."
A towering body of black mist rose before them, two glowing yellow eyes forming within its mass.
"We are the League of Villains," the figure continued smoothly. "It may be presumptuous of us, but we have invited ourselves into the home of heroes—U.A. High School—to make All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his final breath."
Its gaze swept over the students, sharp and assessing.
"…Unfortunately, it seems he isn't here at the moment. Was there a change in the schedule?"
Silence was the only thing that he received. Not that the students or Thirteen were gonna answer him anyway.
He snorted. "No matter. My role here is another."
The misty body began to expand, tendrils of vapor creeping outward as if threatening to engulf them all.
Thirteen tensed, clearly preparing to unleash her Quirk, Black Hole, to absorb it all.
But before she could act, two figures burst forward.
Bakugo and Kirishima.
One was eager to prove himself, and probably held a grudge against villains after what had happened a year ago.
The other refused to remain frozen in fear while a villain did as he pleased, as he had done months ago.
They moved in a blur, fast enough to catch the villain off guard.
Then they struck.
—BOOOM!—
A thunderous explosion erupted from one side, while from the other came a forward thrust—palms straightened and hardened into spear-like points.
Against the villain's misty body, the explosion was clearly the more effective attack. Still, even the blunt, hardened strike forced the villain backward, colliding with something solid hidden within all that vapor.
The blast kicked up a thick cloud of dust, giving the two students just enough time to pull back after their opening strike.
"Didn't expect to get beaten by us first, did you?!" Kirishima shouted, a nervous smirk stretching across his face.
But as the dust thinned, restoring visibility—
"Oh dear. That was dangerous."
The villain's voice drifted through the settling haze, calm and almost amused.
"For a moment, I forgot that while you're students… you're still the golden eggs of this school. You must possess some talent to be here in the first place."
The mist reformed seamlessly, as if nothing had happened. Two glowing eyes narrowed within the dark mass.
"But now, it's time for me to fulfill my role."
The fog swelled violently.
"To separate and scatter you all… and send you to your deaths."
-Swooosh!-
Then, the mist exploded outward in every direction, a violent surge of black vapor that made everyone widen their eyes and cover themselves out of instinct.
Amidst the students, Thirteen's eyes widened as her suit's finger gloves shifted open, preparing to unleash her Black Hole to stop it.
—but that's when she noticed, Kirishima and Bakugo stood directly in front of her.
There was no clear line of fire.
"You two, move awa—!"
But by then, it was too late.
In the blink of an eye, the wave of darkness swallowed them.
First Kirishima and Bakugo.
Then Thirteen, and those close to her.
And then the rest of the class.
One by one, they were consumed, pulled into a storm of dark mist that curved inward, forming a sealed dome that encased them all. A space meant to trap them, teleport them, and scatter them across the facility to face the villains that had already taken their positions, waiting for them.
That was how it was supposed to go. It was a seamless plan, with none of the students' documented Quirks in the villain's intel being something that should have been able to deter their plans.
But then—
-Shiiiin!-
A single ray of crimson light pierced the darkness from within.
Thin. Focused. Like a laser cutting through the night.
But against all that darkness, it didn't do much.
—Until the next seconds.
-Shiiiin!-
Another followed.
-Shiiiin!-
And another.
Then many more.
Crimson rays tore through the mist from every direction, carving glowing seams into its domain.
Until—
—BAM!—
The darkness was blown apart.
Light burst outward like molten lava escaping a shattered shell, flooding the space and violently pushing the mist back. The cupule collapsed, torn open from the inside, and the mist receded to its origin.
"W-what is this?!" The villain staggered as he reformed, staring forward in disbelief.
In another timeline, most of them would have been warped away—scattered across the facility and forced to fight for their lives against villains.
But not in this timeline.
Not with him here.
"This red light…"
"T-this is…?"
"Whoa, what the hell?"
"…Hahaha. Should I say as expected?"
The class remained where they stood, frozen in disbelief, their bodies bathed in radiant crimson light. Some laughed wryly, others glanced down at themselves, examining the glow that surrounded them—protected them—still dumbfounded.
Normally, such an ominous color inspired fear. It was the color of peerless power. Of dominance. Of inevitability.
But now, wrapped in that light—shielded from the villain's mist—everyone shared the same realization.
It was warm.
Like a thick mantle resting on their shoulders.
As one, they turned toward its source.
The villain did the same, following the crimson glow back to its origin.
And there, at the center of it all—
"Seems like you miscalculated."
—stood a single teenager.
The red light condensed around him, bubbling into a dense, roiling aura. His normally black eyes now shone with an imposing crimson glow, gazing at the villain as though he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience—not a real threat.
Then, the youth lifted an arm calmly, like a commander issuing an order.
The light surrounding the students responded instantly, surging outward and shooting toward the villain.
This time, not as a shield.
"Ugh—!" The villain grunted as invisible pressure crashed down on him, locking his movements in place, crushing in from every direction.
But as a captor.
"Now."
The youth rose a few centimeters off the ground, as though even walking was beneath him. In a blink, he stood directly before the villain, meeting his glowing eyes without a shred of fear.
"How about we talk," he said calmly, "about those plans of yours?"
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-To Be Continued...-
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(A/N: Reading it again, maybe the edge was a bit too much. Nothing I can do until Taka gains some development, though.
Anyway, it was a bit short, but I liked the way this chapter went.