Last night's patrol had been quiet-no Nomu, just blood trails and Iida's fading presence. His brother Tensei's death, confirmed yesterday, had pushed Iida into a revenge-driven spiral, hunting Stain alone, unaware I'd used my new Resurrection perk to revive Tensei, fully restored to health.
But my focus was Iida, his ki signature erratic, racing toward death in Hosu's alleys.
The Gacha System was silent, its last pull granting Resurrection-one being revived per day, no limits on time or condition. "Midoriya, south district again. Stain's out there. Don't go rogue."
I nodded, though my mind was on Iida's ki, faint but frantic, pulsing in Hosu's underbelly. Endeavor's briefing echoed: "Find the Hero Killer, but don't die." His flames flared, blue eyes sharp, unaware of Tensei's revival or my Saiyan nature.
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Iida's pov
Hosu's alleys were a labyrinth of despair, bloodstains and broken glass marking Stain's path. My Engine quirk roared, legs pumping, glasses fogged with sweat and grief.
Tensei was gone-dead, the hospital's call a knife to my heart. His last words, "Be a hero, not revenge," were ashes in my mouth.
Stain had stolen Ingenium, my brother, my idol. A blood trail gleamed under a flickering streetlight, fresh, leading deeper into the alleys. Stain was close, his blade waiting. I charged, heart pounding, vengeance my only guide.
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Izuku's pov
The south district was a ghost town, shops shuttered, civilians scarce. I led the patrol, sidekicks trailing, my aura internalized, Saiyan senses scanning-heartbeats, heat signatures, ki. Iida's ki flared, erratic and fast, two blocks away.
"He's here," I muttered, breaking into a sprint, Saiyan speed blurring. Burnin shouted, "Midoriya, stick together!" but I was gone, aura flaring at 30% ki, legs pumping. I couldn't let Iida face Stain alone-canon showed him paralyzed, nearly dead.
My Analytical Mind churned: Stain's Bloodcurdle quirk needed blood ingestion to paralyze, his speed and blades lethal. My Saiyan durability could tank him, but Iida's Engine was no match.
I apparated to a rooftop, Harry Potter magic crackling, scanning the alleys. Iida's ki spiked, moving deeper into the maze. No Stain yet-his ki was colder, sharper, but distant.
I flared my aura briefly, ki boosting my leap across rooftops, landing silently. An alley below-blood on the ground, fresh. Iida's ki pulsed, reckless, charging toward it. "Iida!" I shouted, voice echoing. No response.
I internalized my aura, senses locking on his signature, and apparated again, landing in a narrow alley, walls stained with blood. Iida stood, engines roaring, glasses glinting, staring at a blood trail like it was Stain himself.
"Iida, stop!" I called, aura internalized, ki steady. He spun, fists clenched, eyes burning. "Midoriya, leave! This is my fight!" His voice was raw, grief and rage twisting it. I stepped closer, hands raised. "Tensei wouldn't want this. You're throwing your life away!"
He scoffed, engines revving. "You don't understand! Stain killed him! I'll end this!" My heart sank-he didn't know Tensei was alive, resurrected by my perk. I couldn't tell him now; he'd think it a lie, his rage too deep.
"Iida, listen," I said, voice firm. "Revenge won't bring him back. You're a hero, not a killer." He shook his head, turning to run. "Stay out of my way!" My Saiyan instincts kicked in-I couldn't let him go. "I'm sorry," I whispered, flaring my aura at 30% ki, speed blurring as I tackled him, pinning him to the alley wall. He struggled, engines roaring, but my Saiyan strength held, Weighted Training Bands grounding me.
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The Fight
Iida kicked, his Engine quirk screaming, aiming for my chest. I internalized my aura, sensing his movement, and sidestepped, Saiyan speed outpacing his engines.
"Iida, stop this!" I shouted, grabbing his arm, my grip like steel. He twisted, landing a kick to my side, the force denting my costume but not my durability. I flared my aura, ki surging at 30%, and pushed him back, pavement cracking under my boots. "You're not thinking straight!"
He roared, "You can't stop me!" His engines flared, Recipro Burst activating, a burst of speed aiming a knee at my face. I cast Protego, a magical shield shimmering, deflecting the blow with a spark.
Iida's eyes widened-my "quirk" always surprised-but he didn't stop, charging again. I apparated behind him, Harry Potter magic crackling, and grabbed his shoulders, slamming him gently to the ground, restraining my strength. "Listen to me!" I growled, aura internalized to conserve ki.
Iida thrashed, engines revving, kicking up dust. "Let me go! Stain's out there!" His glasses fell, revealing eyes red with tears.
My heart ached, but he needed sense, not sympathy. I flared my aura, ki boosting a controlled punch to his chest, Kinetic Glove amplifying, knocking the wind out of him.
He gasped, collapsing, but I held him up, careful not to break him. "Tensei wanted you to live, not die for revenge," I said, voice softer. He spat, "He's gone! You don't get it!"
I tightened my grip, aura flaring at 30%, green light bathing the alley. "I get it more than you know," I said, thinking of All For One, my father's betrayal. "But this isn't heroism."
Iida kicked again, engines whining, aiming for my legs. I used Transform, shifting into a steel golem, Saiyan durability amplified, his kicks clanging uselessly.
I reverted, casting Stupefy, a stunning spell grazing him, slowing his movements. He staggered, panting, but swung a fist, desperation fueling him.
I internalized my aura, sensing his weakening resolve, and dodged, Saiyan speed a blur. "Iida, you're better than this!" I grabbed his wrist, twisting gently, forcing him to his knees.
He roared, Recipro Extend, engines blazing, breaking free and charging. I flared my ki, aura roaring, and met him head-on, a 30% punch to his shoulder, Kinetic Glove cracking the air.
He flew back, skidding across pavement, engines sputtering. I apparated beside him, pinning him again. "Stop, Iida. You're not Stain."
He struggled, weaker now, tears streaming. "Why do you care?" he choked. I knelt, aura internalized, ki steady. "Because you're my friend. Because heroes don't throw their lives away."
His fight faded, shoulders slumping, but his eyes still burned. I cast Episkey, healing his bruises, my Saiyan strength restrained. "Come back to Manual's agency. We'll find Stain together, as heroes."
Iida shook his head, voice breaking. "I can't... not yet." He stood, engines low, and stumbled away, deeper into the alleys. I let him go, aura internalized, sensing his ki retreating-not toward Stain, but away, for now.
My Analytical Mind noted: he wasn't ready to listen, but I'd stopped him from a suicide run. Stain's ki was still out there, sharp and cold, but tonight wasn't the night.
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I returned to the patrol, Burnin's voice crackling through comms. "Midoriya, where the hell are you?" I apparated back, landing beside her, aura internalized. "Chasing a lead," I said, dodging details.
She glared, fiery hair flaring. "You're gonna give Endeavor a heart attack. Stay close." I nodded, senses scanning-no Stain, no Iida nearby. The alleys were quiet, blood trails old, but Hosu's fear lingered.
Back at the agency, Endeavor debriefed, flames low but intense. "No Stain tonight, Midoriya. But you're pulling stunts-don't go solo again." I nodded, hiding Iida's encounter.
Reports trickled in: Tensei Iida, miraculously recovered, awake and healthy at the hospital. My heart lifted-Resurrection had worked, restoring him fully, spine healed, life returned.
Iida's family must be there, but Iida, rogue and raging, didn't know. I texted Uraraka: "Found Iida, stopped him for now. Stain's close. Keep Manual posted." Her reply was quick: "Deku, you're amazing. Be safe!"
I called Inko, her voice grounding me. "Izuku, are you okay in Hosu?" I smiled, aura internalized, ki calm. "I'm fine, Mom. Just... helping a friend." She fussed, "Come home soon, my hero."
I promised, the All For One shadow fading in her warmth. Stain was near, Iida unsteady, but I'd beaten sense into him-literally-for now. The Hero Killer's blade waited, and I'd face it, Saiyan ki ready, heroism stronger than ever.
Some time later
Hosu City's alleys were a labyrinth of dread, the air heavy with the scent of blood and rain-slicked pavement. My internship with Endeavor's agency had thrust me into Hosu's chaos, where the Hero Killer, Stain, hunted "false" heroes, and Shigaraki's Nomu had sown panic.
Last night, I'd found Iida, beating sense into him to halt his revenge-driven hunt for Stain, but his rage over Tensei's death-unaware of my Resurrection perk reviving his brother-lingered.
Todoroki had joined us, his internship with Endeavor aligning our paths. His heterochromatic eyes were sharp, ice and fire ready, after I'd texted him: " Stain's in Hosu. Help me stop him." Todoroki's reply was curt: "I'm in. South district."
Iida, still shaken from our fight, had agreed to work together, his Engine quirk humming, glasses hiding grief. He didn't know Tensei was alive, revived by my perk, and I hadn't told him-his focus needed to be on heroism, not relief.
Endeavor's agency buzzed, but we slipped out, a trio bound by purpose. Burnin's warning-"Don't go solo, Midoriya!"-echoed, but Stain was our target, and Iida's life depended on us.
My aura internalized, I sensed Stain's ki-cold, sharp, lethal-in a distant alley. "He's close," I said, voice low. Iida's fists clenched, engines revving. "Let's end this."
Todoroki nodded, ice crackling on his right side. "Stay sharp. Stain's not like Nomu." We moved, my Saiyan speed leading, Todoroki's ice gliding him, Iida's engines roaring. Hosu's south district was a graveyard of flickering lights, blood trails marking Stain's path.
My Analytical Mind churned: Stain's Bloodcurdle quirk paralyzed via blood ingestion, his blades and speed a match for pros. My Saiyan durability could tank his cuts, but Iida and Todoroki were vulnerable.
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The Fight
An alley loomed, blood pooling under a broken streetlight. Stain stood, katana gleaming, eyes burning with zeal. "More heroes," he sneered, "false ones, except... you." His gaze locked on me, recognizing my Sports Festival power.
I flared my aura, ki surging at 30%, green light bathing the alley. "We're stopping you, Stain." Iida charged, Recipro Burst blazing, but Stain dodged, blade slashing.
I apparated, Harry Potter magic crackling, intercepting the strike with Protego, a shimmering shield sparking. Todoroki unleashed an ice wave, freezing the alley floor, but Stain leaped, katana slicing ice.
I internalized my aura, sensing Stain's ki-fast, erratic. I flared 30% ki, speed blurring, and tackled him, Kinetic Glove amplifying a punch to his chest.
He skidded, boots grinding, and countered, blade grazing my arm. Saiyan durability held-no blood, no paralysis. Iida kicked, engines roaring, but Stain parried, slashing his leg.
Blood dripped-Iida froze, Stain's tongue flicking out, licking the blood. Bloodcurdle activated, Iida collapsing, paralyzed. "No!" I shouted, aura flaring, ki boosting a kick that sent Stain crashing into a wall.
Todoroki fired a flame wave, scorching the alley, but Stain rolled, blades flashing. I used Transform, shifting into a steel golem, Saiyan strength intact. His katana clanged, denting my form but not piercing.
I reverted, casting Sectumsempra, wandless slashes cutting Stain's arm, blood spraying. He grinned, licking his own blood, unshaken. "True hero," he mocked, lunging at Todoroki.
I apparated, blocking with Protego Maxima, a massive shield. Todoroki's ice pinned Stain's feet, but he broke free, speed rivaling mine.
I internalized my aura, sensing his ki, and flared 30% again, landing a flurry of punches, each a sonic boom. Stain staggered, katana dropping, but he drew a dagger, slashing wildly.
I dodged, Saiyan senses tracking, and cast Stupefy, stunning him briefly. Todoroki's fire roared, forcing Stain back. Iida, paralyzed, groaned,
"Midoriya... stop him." I nodded, aura flaring, ki surging, and charged, Kinetic Glove amplifying a strike to Stain's ribs, cracking bone. He coughed blood, still standing, eyes blazing.
Stain lunged, dagger aimed at my throat. I flared my ki, speed blurring, and caught his wrist, twisting until the dagger fell. I punched, 30% ki, sending him through a wall, debris raining.
He rose, bloodied but defiant, katana reclaimed. "You're different," he rasped, "but not enough." He slashed Iida's leg again, deeper, licking the blood before I could stop him. Iida's paralysis worsened, his engines stalling.
Rage surged, my vision tinting white-a memory flashed: toddler-me, All For One's hand on my head, my quirk stolen, his white hair gleaming. My green hair turned white, mirroring his, my Saiyan ki spiking uncontrollably.
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The Breaking Point
"You... took everything," I growled, not at Stain but at the memory-All For One, my father. My aura erupted, white now, ki beyond 30%, berserk edge rising. I charged, fists blazing, punching Stain's chest, face, arms-each hit a thunderclap, pavement shattering.
He blocked, katana snapping under my Kinetic Glove's force. Blood sprayed, his ribs caving, but I didn't stop, rage blinding. Todoroki shouted, "Midoriya, enough!" but I punched, Stain's body crumpling, near death, eyes fading.
I turned, white hair glowing, aura wild, and looked at Iida and Todoroki. My stare-cold, unyielding-sent chills down their spines, their faces pale.
Iida, paralyzed, whispered, "Midoriya...?" Todoroki's fire dimmed, ice crackling nervously. The system's interface flared, its voice urgent.
System Notice: User experiencing excessive anger. Berserk state detected, risking heroic alignment. Initiating emergency protocol-user will be put to sleep for one day.
My vision blurred, ki fading, and I collapsed, white hair reverting to green, darkness swallowing me.
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Aftermath
I woke in Endeavor's agency, a day later, head pounding. My aura was internalized, ki calm, hair green again. Burnin hovered, "You're awake, kid! Scared us!" Endeavor loomed, flames low.
"Stain's in custody, barely alive. You went too far, Midoriya." Iida sat, leg bandaged, no longer paralyzed, glasses hiding shame.
Todoroki stood, eyes wary. "You saved us," he said, "but... what was that?" I swallowed, All For One's memory lingering. "I lost control. I'm sorry."
Stain was defeated, Hosu safe, but my rage, my father's shadow, haunted me. My Saiyan heart beat strong, Resurrection ready for another day, but the Hero Killer Arc had left scars-on Iida, on me.