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A bit of slice life
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The high-security transport van was a steel coffin, suffocating and silent. Tomura Shigaraki sat bolted to the floor, his hands locked in quirk-suppressing cuffs, his face full of simmering hatred. He was furious about being humiliated in public by that brat, Akaza. He scratched his neck with the back of his cuffed wrist, the motion awkward and unsatisfying.
Without warning, the world outside the van's tiny, barred window erupted in a flash of dark blue.
The van screeched, metal tearing, as a wave of intense fire washed over the convoy. The vehicle flipped, tumbling through the air like a discarded toy before slamming onto its side, the guards inside tossed violently. Before the ringing in his ears could even fade, Shigaraki felt the world distort. A familiar purple mist enveloped him.
He stumbled out onto the familiar, grimy floor of the bar, coughing as the smell of ozone and ash filled his lungs. Kurogiri was there, as was the scarred patchwork man, Dabi, who was brushing a speck of dust from his shoulder.
"You're welcome, 'leader'," Dabi said, his voice laced with lazy amusement. "Try not to get caught next time. It's pathetic."
"I didn't need you," Shigaraki spat, his voice venomous. He was enraged, not just by the capture, but by being rescued by this irritating newcomer. "Kurogiri could have handled it himself."
"Kurogiri couldn't have breached the van. I did," Dabi stated, his turquoise eyes dead. "And I cleaned up the mess."
Dabi smiled, remembering the guards, still trapped in the burning, melted wreckage, screaming as he raised a casual hand, the blue flames intensifying until the screams were silenced for good.
Shigaraki just sneered, turning away. "Whatever."
Dabi let out a small, humorless huff. He slowly raised his hand and, with a deliberate, insolent calm, gave Shigaraki the middle finger. "Don't get yourself killed before the real fun starts, boss." He turned and walked out of the bar, leaving Shigaraki to seethe in the silence.
Shigaraki slammed his fist on the counter, decaying a large chunk of the wood into dust. "That U.A. brat… that Asura… and All Might! Always in my way, always smiling, always ruining everything! It makes me… itch!"
He raked his nails across his neck, his frustration reaching a boiling point. He glared at the television, where news of his own capture and subsequent escape was already playing, a massive failure for the police. "It doesn't matter. The next stage is already in motion. We'll make them pay. We'll show them just how fragile their world really is." He stormed off into his back room, slamming the door behind him.
Kurogiri, ever the dutiful tender, began to wipe down the bar. He picked up a small file Giran had provided, one that had been updated after the Sports Festival. On the cover was a candid photo of Akaza, his black eyes seeming to stare right through the camera.
"Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri mused to the empty room. "Your development is crucial. Master's grand plan depends on it. But this one… this 'Asura'… he is an anomaly. He does not hesitate. He operates with a cold logic and a power that is not accounted for. The Hero Killer is gone, and this boy... he is the one who truly changes the game. A piece that is not on the board. He could be a devastating obstacle… or, if he could somehow be turned, a truly magnificent asset."
Miles away, in his All Might-themed room, Izuku Midoriya finished his final rep, his muscles burning. He sat on his floor, breathing heavily, and stared at his own scarred hand.
All Might… I want to be just like you. I want to save everyone with a smile.
His gaze drifted to his desk, where he had been working on new move sets. His mind flashed back, as it often did, to the USJ. To the sight of Akaza, standing between him and Shigaraki. The cold, absolute confidence. The overwhelming power.
But… he thought, clenching his fist, …I couldn't do anything. I was frozen. Akaza… he wasn't. What he did was brutal, but… it worked. He saved us.
He remembered Rumi's furious words from that day. "Are you dumb? What if they take one of us hostage? What will you do then? Cry like you always do?" Her words still stung, but he knew she was right. He had been weak. He had been naive.
Then he remembered Akaza's advice in the locker room. "You're still too focused on your arms… learn to use your kicks. Don't be a one-trick pony."
Izuku looked at his hand, then at his legs. All Might was a puncher. But Akaza... Akaza was a complete fighter. He used his entire body as a weapon. And he won. He won against the villains, and he won the Sports Festival.
Akaza saved me. He gave me advice. He's... not like All Might. He's different. He's darker, scarier... but he's a hero. And he's strong. A new, fierce determination settled in Izuku's eyes. I can't just follow All Might. I am not him. I need to get stronger in my own way.. I need to be able to win. I need to be more like him.
A sudden, sharp knock at his door broke his concentration. He opened it to find Kaminari and Sero, both grinning like idiots.
"Midoriya, my man!" Kaminari said, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "Great news! We're all going to the pool! You in?"
"The pool?" Izuku asked, confused.
"Yeah! For endurance training before the big camp!" Sero added, a little too enthusiastically.
Izuku, fired up by his new resolve, nodded. "Yeah! That's a great idea! Let's train!"
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In the U.A. staff room, Vlad King was reviewing the class rosters with Aizawa. "I heard your class had another incident at the mall. You've got a real trouble magnet in your class, Aizawa. You sure they're all stable for this camp?"
"It was handled," Aizawa replied, his voice a low grumble. "The problem isn't my class; it's the fact that the villains are fixated on them. Just give me the final confirmation on the quirk report for the Pusscats."
"Right, right," Vlad said, scrolling through his tablet. "Bakugo, explosions. Midoriya, super-strength. Todoroki, fire and ice… what about your two monsters? The ones who tore up the festival."
Aizawa sighed. "Usagiyama. Quirk: Rabbit. It grants her superhuman leg strength, speed, and agility, which she can further enhance with an aura, an inherited trait from her father. Her speed is her main weapon."
Vlad King nodded. "And the champion?"
Aizawa paused, as if considering his words. "Asura. Quirk: Battle God. High-speed adaptation, superhuman strength, sensory abilities, and… shockwave manipulation. He's a problem. But for the villains, not for us. His control is absolute."
Before Vlad could respond, the door slid open, revealing Midoriya, Kaminari, and Sero.
"Excuse me, Aizawa Sensei!" Midoriya said, bowing. "We were wondering if we could have permission to use the school pool for endurance training before the camp!"
Aizawa just stared at them with his tired, red eyes. "…Permission granted. Just… don't break anything. And be out by 5 PM."
"Thank you, sir!"
The three boys left, and the moment the door closed, Kaminari and Sero high-fived. "YES! OUR MASTER PLAN IS A-GO!" Kaminari whispered. "THE GIRLS WILL NEVER SEE IT COMING!"
When they arrived at the pool, however, their plan hit a snag.
"ALRIGHT, LADIES, TIME FOR SOME FUN IN THE--" Kaminari yelled, bursting through the doors. He froze.
The pool was already occupied. Kirishima was practice-hardening in the deep end. Iida was doing high-speed laps. Bakugo was trying to use his explosions to propel himself through the water. Todoroki was on one side, a miniature iceberg, cooling off.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?!" Kaminari shrieked.
"We are also here to train our bodies for the camp!" Iida announced, stopping mid-lap.
Izuku, seeing his classmates so motivated, pumped his fist. "Wow, everyone's so motivated! Let's all train together!"
"Hey, wait! The girls are here!" Kaminari suddenly yelled, his original mission returning to him.
On cue, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Jiro, Mina, Toru, and Tsuyu walked out from their locker room. Kaminari and Sero's eyes practically bugged out of their heads, only to deflate a second later.
"THEY'RE… THEY'RE THE STANDARD… U.A.-ISSUED SWIMSUITS!" the two wailed, collapsing to their knees in despair.
The door to the boys' locker room opened one more time, and Akaza walked out. He was in simple black swim trunks, his long hair tied back in a low, loose bun, a few strands framing his face. His tattoos on full display.
Rumi, who had been laughing at the boys' antics with Mina, stopped mid-sentence. Her voice just… died in her throat. A deep, unmistakable blush crept up her neck, her white ears turning a faint shade of pink.
"Rumi? You good?" Mina asked, confused. She followed her friend's gaze, and her own eyes widened. "Oooooh. I see."
"Wow, Rumi-chan! You're blushing so hard!" Toru cheered, her invisible self evident only by her floating swimsuit.
"S-Shut up!" Rumi stammered, flustered in a way no one had ever seen her. "I-I've seen him shirtless plenty of times! We train together! It's not a big deal!"
Jiro smirked, tapping an ear-jack against her shoulder. "Mhm. Sure. That's why your ears are bright red."
"I'M GONNA KICK ALL OF YOU!" Rumi yelled, her blush deepening as the girls giggled and scattered.
Iida, ever the class rep, blew a whistle. "Alright, everyone! To make this training productive, why don't we have a friendly race? Who is the fastest in Class 1-A?"
Akaza and Rumi, however, had already bypassed the group and were sitting on the edge of the pool, their legs dangling in the water.
"You guys have fun with that," Akaza said, leaning back on his hands.
"Yeah, no point," Rumi added, her composure returning as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "We all know who'd win."
The race commenced, a chaotic 50-meter freestyle battle that ended, predictably, with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya in a three-way tie. After the training, the class just relaxed in the water, the mood was light and happy.
"Man, we've really been through a lot, haven't we?" Kirishima said. "The USJ, the Sports Festival, the exams…"
"And now a training camp!" Uraraka cheered. "It's going to be so much fun!"
The peaceful moment was broken by Aizawa's voice from the intercom. "It's 5 PM. Go home. Now."
The class scrambled out, drying off and heading for the gates. As they walked out, Rumi suddenly, without warning, leaped onto Akaza's back, wrapping her arms and legs around him in a perfect piggyback.
"Onward, peasant!" she declared. "Your reward for not showing off in the pool is the honor of carrying me home."
Akaza just sighed, but his expression was soft as he adjusted her weight and started walking.
"This camp is gonna be so much fun!" she said, nuzzling her face into his neck. "A whole week, just training, eating, and hanging out!"
"It's not a vacation, Rumi," Akaza reminded her, his voice calm. "It's a boot camp."
"Yeah, but we'll be together. That's all that matters." She grew quiet for a moment. "Just… be safe, okay? After the USJ and the mall... things feel… dangerous. I don't like it."
He looked at her over his shoulder, his black eyes meeting her amber ones. "I'll be fine. I'll protect you."
She scoffed, tightening her grip. "Idiot. I'll be protecting you."
He laughed softly, the sound mixing with the evening cicadas. "Okay. We'll protect each other."
"Deal," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "Now, mush! Your queen demands to be taken home!"
"Get off." He said jokingly, while laughing it off.
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