The class was gathered outside, a sea of colourful costumes and nervous energy. Iida was, predictably, acting like an order and discipline fanatic to get us into two neat lines for the bus.
"Class 1-A, gather 'round! Form a line according to your student numbers to make the boarding process smooth and efficient!" he roared, arm-chopping the air with enough force to generate wind.
"Iida-kun, you're going overboard again," I muttered, leaning against a lamp post while tossing a single steel pellet up and catching it.
"Efficiency is the hallmark of a hero, Akabane-san!" he shot back, though he looked slightly deflated when the bus turned out to be an open-layout coach that rendered his seating chart useless.
Once we were settled inside, the atmosphere shifted from "orderly" to "chaotic" in approximately three seconds. I was sitting near the back, sandwiched between Momo and Tsuyu. Across from us, Izuku was looking particularly jittery, his eyes darting toward the window.
"Midoriya-chan," Tsuyu started, her finger on her chin in that characteristic, thoughtful pose.
"Y-yes, Asui-san?" Izuku squeaked.
"I'm a blunt person, so I usually say what's on my mind," she continued, her big eyes fixed on him. "Your Quirk... it reminds me a lot of All Might's."
The entire bus went silent. I felt the air vanish from Izuku's lungs. He started sweating so profusely that he might put SpongeBob to shame
"W-w-what?! You think so? Hahaha, I mean, it's just a power-type, right? A lot of people have-"
"Tsu-chan is right, ribbit," Momo interrupted, tilting her head. "The way you use it... it's like a concentrated explosion of pure force. Though All Might doesn't turn purple afterwards."
"Actually," Kirishima piped up, leaning over the seat. "If we're talking about crazy power, what about Akabane? Or Todoroki and Bakugo?"
I felt the spotlight shift to me. I didn't even look up from the pellet I was spinning on my fingertip.
"My Quirk is flashy, sure," Kirishima continued, hardening his arm. "But it's not exactly 'pro-level' yet. But Todoroki's got that ice-and-fire thing, Bakugo's a literal walking explosion, and Akabane..." He trailed off, looking at me with a mix of awe and slight devotion . "Man, that stunt you pulled in the battle trials? Turning ice into steam and then blowing a hole in the building? That was some high-level stuff."
"It's just physics, Kirishima," I said lazily, finally looking up. "Everything has kinetic energy. I just... give it a little nudge."
"A 'nudge'?" Denki scoffed from two rows up. "You tossed a glowing marble that took out a city block! If that's a nudge, I'd hate to see you actually push something."
"Akabane-san's Quirk is fascinating because her quirk is not a naturally versatile quirk, it's all Akabane-san's effort that she can turn her quirk so versatile," Momo added, her voice full of professional curiosity. "She doesn't just make explosions; she is basically manipulating the internal energy of objects. I'd say it's a very intellectually demanding Quirk."
"Intellectually demanding? Please," Bakugo's voice growled from the front of the bus. He was staring out the window, his chin resting on his hand. "She's just a battle junkie who likes to break things. Don't overcomplicate it."
I grinned. "Takes one to know one, Katsuki. But hey, at least I don't bark at the mailman."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU FREAK?!"
"And there he is," I sighed, closing my eyes. "The pride of 1-A."
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The conversation continued, drifting from Quirk rankings to who would be popular as a pro-hero. Aoyama started talking about his sparkling navel laser, and Jiro made a comment about Bakugo's personality being "very tsundere-like", which nearly caused the blonde to leap over the seats.
It was... nice. For a moment, I forgot that the League of Villains was currently prepping to warp into the middle of our field trip. For now, I was just a student on a bus with my friends, taking shit bout certain Sparky.
eventually, the bus hissed to a stop. Aizawa, who had been silent the entire trip, stood up. His yellow sleeping bag was tucked away, and his scarf was coiled loosely around his neck.
"We're here," he said, his voice cutting through the chatter like a blade.
"Quiet down. We're about to meet a pro who specialises in rescue. Treat this with the gravity it deserves."
RIKO POV
The doors to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint groaned open, revealing a vast, domed interior that looked more like a theme park than a training facility. There were shipwrecks, landslides, fire zones, and ruins, all contained under one massive roof.
Thirteen, the rescue hero, stood before us, looking like a giant, friendly marshmallow in a spacesuit. As the class bubbled with excitement, Thirteen began the lecture. It was the same speech I'd watched through a screen in my past life, a poignant reminder that quirks were weapons of destruction as much as tools for salvation.
"Many of you have quirks that can easily kill if used incorrectly..." Thirteen's voice echoed through the dome.
I tuned most of it out. My heart was thumping against my ribs, not with the dull ache of my illness, but with the rhythmic, heavy pounding of a soldier waiting for the whistle to blow. I kept my eyes fixed on the central plaza, my hand hovering near my pocket where my steel pellets sat.
Any minute now, I thought. The black mist. Shigaraki's entrance. Aizawa's solo stand. I just have to play my part. If I can help Aizawa clear the fodder faster, maybe we can avoid the worst of the Nomu's damage.
But as I stared at the central plaza, a cold, oily feeling of dread began to pool in my stomach. Something felt... wrong. Murphy motha-
Suddenly, the lights overhead flickered. The hum of the facility's power grid sputtered into a dying moan.
Then, it happened.
A tiny, pinprick of black light appeared in the air by the fountain. It expanded, swirling into a sickening, violet-and-black void. A hand, pale and skeletal, gripped the edge of the portal. Tomura Shigaraki stepped out, his many-handed visage as grotesque in person as it was in the manga. Behind him, the mist expanded, and hundreds of low-level thugs began to pour out like insects from a disturbed nest.
"Thirteen! Protect the students!" Aizawa's voice was sharp as a whip.
I stepped forward, my eyes narrow, waiting for the hulking, bird-beaked monstrosity that was supposed to be the League's trump card.
"Wait," I whispered, my breath hitching in my throat. "What the... what is that?"
Out of the darkness behind Shigaraki, the shadows didn't stop moving. One creature stepped out….the original Nomu. Its exposed brain and vacant, bulging eyes were exactly as I remembered. But it wasn't alone.
The ground shook as a second figure emerged. This thing was a nightmare carved from a different cloth. It was a giant, a hulking titan even larger than the original Nomu. Its skin wasn't smooth; it was covered in thick, obsidian scales that looked like armor plating, and sharp, jagged bone protrusions tore through its shoulders and spine like prehistoric spikes. It let out a low, guttural growl that felt like a physical weight on my chest.
And then, the third one.
It was slim….disturbingly so. It lacked the signature exposed brain of the others, its head covered in a smooth, leathery cowl of skin with no eyes. But the most terrifying part? It was wreathed in a constant, flickering shroud of pale green flames. The heat from where I stood, hundreds of yards away, made the air shimmer.
My knees nearly buckled.
Why? Why is this happening? The thought screamed in my head, drowning out the shouting of my classmates. There was supposed to be one. One Nomu designed to kill All Might. Why are there three?!
I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked at the giant titan and the flaming wraith, and then back at my own hands. It surely cannot be the butterfly effect right?.... Wasn't it just a theory. had my presence.....my sheer existence as a variable that shouldn't be here…had forced the hand of the narrative. The League hadn't just brought a weapon; they had brought an army.
I fucked up everything, I thought, a cold sweat breaking out over my body. The plot is gone. All Might... can All Might even handle this? He's on a time limit. One Nomu nearly broke him. Three? Three will kill him.
"Akabane! Get back!"
Aizawa's shout finally pierced through my trance. He had already donned his goggles, his capture scarf floating around him like a living snake. He didn't see what I saw. He didn't know the stats of the monsters standing in the plaza. He just saw villains, and he was doing his job.
"Aizawa-sensei, wait!" I tried to yell, but he was already gone, diving down the central stairs into the sea of thugs.
"Everyone! Evacuate!" Iida's voice boomed.
I forced my brain to restart. I turned to Iida, grabbing his arm with a grip that probably bruised him. "Iida! Listen to me! You're the fastest one here. You have to get out of the dome and reach the school. Go! Now!"
"But I cannot leave—"
"If you don't go, we all die here!" I roared. "Go, Iida! Be a hero!"
He stared at me, seeing the raw terror in my eyes, and he nodded. He turned, his engines igniting, and he bolted for the exit. Now all I have to do is hold on until All Might arrives, I thought.
But that hope didn't last long and was extinguished by sound.
BANG.
I turned around, heart stopping. Iida didn't even reach the exit before he collapsed. He fell to the ground, a puddle of crimson blood forming instantly near his legs. Before Iida's fallen body stood Tomura Shigaraki, he stood tall, a gun held with terrifying steadiness in his hand, the barrel smoking.
"How cliché," Shigaraki rasped, his voice carrying an icy, calculated edge that wasn't in the anime. "In a game, you always disable the chance of reinforcement first"
Kurogiri's mist swirled beside him. "Truly impressive, Tomura. Your observation skills and... your growth are remarkable. Sensei would be proud."
Shigaraki didn't even look at him. He just adjusted his grip on the gun, his eyes scanning us like we were nothing but low-level mobs to be cleared. This wasn't a "man-child". This was...a monster.
What the hell is going on?! I screamed internally. He's not supposed to be this smart! He's not supposed to have a gun! Why is he acting like a professional assassin instead of a bratty kid?
"Iida!" Bakugo and Kirishima didn't hesitate. They lunged forward.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that," Kurogiri's polite voice resonated as he expanded his fog, blocking the path to the bleeding Iida.
"Like hell you will!" Bakugo roared, an explosion erupting from his palm.
"Katsuki, wait!" I screamed, but it was too late. The explosion hit nothing but air. Kurogiri simply expanded his portal, swallowing both Bakugo and Kirishima whole. Then, the mist surged forward like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire class.
I felt the world tilt. The familiar feeling of my stomach dropping hit me tenfold. "Iida! Bakugoooo!" I yelled, reaching out blindly as the purple darkness swallowed my vision.
The last thing I saw before the teleportation took hold was Shigaraki. He was looking directly at me, as if he recognised...me
Then the world dissolved into purple static.
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Author's Inn
So finally USJ...huh
Anyway, hope ya enjoy the chapter....keep throwin' em them comments and review love 'em, and also give me ya blood or organs, both are preferable or maybe money.....or stakes, can we do that...eh....or just the stone will do for now....
also pegion's are sus.
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