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The pillar of light from Prominence Burn had faded, leaving behind a smoking, charred crater in the center of the intersection. The High-End Nomu was gone, reduced to ash on a cellular level.
Endeavor stood in the center of the devastation. His left eye was swollen shut, his body was a roadmap of lacerations and burns, and his breath came in ragged, hitching gasps. But he stood. His fist was raised high, a defiant signal to the cameras circling above, to the people watching in terror, and to the villains hiding in the shadows.
I am still here.
"You really pushed it, didn't you, Number One?"
Hawks landed beside him, his wings significantly smaller, having sacrificed most of his feathers to save the civilians and support Endeavor. He offered a tired, easygoing grin, though his eyes were sharp, scanning the perimeter.
"It's… not over…" Endeavor rasped, his arm shaking as he lowered it. The adrenaline was crashing, replaced by a wave of exhaustion so heavy it felt like gravity had doubled.
"For now, it is," Hawks said, moving to support the larger man. "Let's get you to a-"
WHOOSH.
A circle of searing blue fire erupted around them, cutting them off from the police and the few remaining sidekicks. The heat was intense, far hotter than normal flame, singeing the tips of Hawks' remaining feathers.
From the smoke and shadows, a figure emerged. He walked with a loose, casual gait, his hands in his pockets, the staples on his face glinting in the firelight.
"Spectacular," Dabi drawled, his voice amplified by the silence of the stunned crowd. "Truly spectacular, Endeavor. You really lived up to the title."
"You…" Endeavor growled, trying to ignite his fists, but his flames sputtered. He was overheated. He had nothing left.
"Don't look so scary," Dabi laughed, stepping through the blue wall of fire as if it were a gentle breeze. "I just came to collect my pet. But since you turned it into charcoal… I guess I'll just have to settle for a chat. Or maybe… a wake."
He raised his hand. A sphere of condensed, blue plasma began to form in his palm, crackling with unstable energy.
"Let's catch up, Enji Todoroki," Dabi hissed, a cruel, manic grin splitting his scarred face. "Let's talk about the past."
The cameras zoomed in. The world watched, horrified. The Number One and Number Two heroes were trapped, exhausted, and facing a fresh, high-tier villain.
"Get back, Hawks," Endeavor ordered, stepping in front of the younger hero.
"Not a chance," Hawks replied, pulling a feather blade. But he knew. He knew they were in trouble.
Dabi's grin widened. "Then die."
He thrust his hand forward, releasing the torrent of blue hellfire.
BOOM.
The sound wasn't the roar of fire. It was the dull, heavy impact of something breaking the sound barrier.
A black blur dropped from the sky, moving so fast it didn't even register on the cameras until it had already made contact. It didn't land between the heroes and the villain. It landed on the villain.
Dabi didn't even have time to widen his eyes. A booted heel connected with his face, driving him backward. He flew through the air, crashing through the brick facade of a nearby office building, disappearing into a cloud of dust and debris.
The blue flames sputtered and died.
Endeavor blinked, completely stunned. Hawks, however, let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, a small, knowing smirk touching his lips.
"About time," Hawks muttered.
The dust settled. Standing in the center of the street, where Dabi had been a second ago, was a figure that looked like it had walked out of a nightmare or a sci-fi movie.
He was draped in a long, high-collared white coat with black accents that flared in the wind like a cape. Beneath it, he wore sleek, futuristic black armor that covered his chest and legs, detailed with glowing blue circuitry that hummed with a low, menacing thrum.
His face was completely covered by a sleek black helmet, adorned with sharp, curved horns that swept back like a crown of blades.
"Who…?" Endeavor wheezed.
A pile of rubble shifted in the destroyed storefront. Dabi stumbled out, coughing, blood trickling from his nose. He looked furious.
"Who the hell… are you?!" Dabi screamed, igniting both hands. "You think you can just-"
He unleashed a wave of fire, a horizontal slash of blue heat aimed to bisect the armored intruder.
The figure didn't dodge. He didn't block. He just started walking.
The blue flames roared toward him, hot enough to melt steel. But inches from the figure's armor, they stopped. It was as if they had hit an invisible wall. The air around the armored man shimmered and distorted, a heat haze that wasn't caused by the fire.
The figure walked through the fire. The flames parted around him, harmlessly dispersing against the vibrating air shield around him.
Dabi's eyes went wide. "What the fuck?!"
He ramped up the output. Fireballs, streams of flame, concentrated blasts. He threw everything he had at the walking nightmare.
Nothing worked.
The attacks didn't just fail; they seemed to dissolve upon contact with the shimmering field. The figure kept coming, his footsteps heavy and rhythmic, a slow, inevitable march of doom.
"Why won't you burn?!" Dabi shrieked, backing up, fear finally piercing through his arrogance.
The figure was now five feet away.
Dabi, desperate, lunged forward, trying to grab the figure, to burn him with direct contact.
But the figure was faster.
It moved. In one simple motion, he caught Dabi's wrist in mid-air.
CRACK.
"Argh!" Dabi cried out as his wrist was crushed in the gauntlet's grip.
The figure spun him around, slamming him face-first into the pavement, then hauled him up by the back of his neck, lifting him off his feet with one hand. Dabi clawed at the armored arm, his flames sputtering uselessly against the vibrating plating.
"You try to make a move," a voice emanated from the helmet. It was deep, heavily distorted, and synthesized. "And I crush your windpipe. Nod if you understand."
Dabi, gasping for air, his feet dangling, looked into the blue visor. He saw no mercy there. He nodded frantically.
The figure turned. The news helicopters were hovering low, their spotlights fixed on the scene. The entire world was watching.
"Who are you?!" a reporter screamed from the sidelines.
The armored man stood there for a moment, holding the League of Villains' member like a rag doll.
"The name," the synthesized voice boomed, echoing through the silent street, "is Dark."
He then turned his head slightly, the blue visor locking onto Endeavor and Hawks. He gave them a single, sharp nod.
Then, in a blur of motion that whipped his white coat around him, he vanished. There was a sonic pop, and both Dark and Dabi were gone.
Endeavor stared at the empty space. "Dark…" he muttered. "Is he… with us?"
Hawks chuckled, wincing as he stretched his wings. "I think he's on his own side, Number One. But for tonight? Yeah. He's with us."
Heights Alliance Dorms(HALF AND HOUR LATER)
The common room was in absolute ruckus.
"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Kaminari screamed, grabbing Sero by the shoulders and shaking him. "HE JUST WALKED THROUGH THE FIRE! LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!"
"He grabbed Dabi like he was a toy!" Kirishima yelled, punching the air. "That was so manly! But who is he?!"
"Dark," Tokoyami repeated, his voice filled with a strange reverence. "A being of shadows and armor… a true creature of the night." Dark Shadow nodded enthusiastically in agreement. (Emo)
"Is he a hero?" Uraraka asked, her eyes glued to the TV screen where they were replaying the footage of the blue flames parting around the black armor. "He doesn't have a license record… I've never seen that costume."
"A vigilante, then?" Iida said, chopping his hand nervously. "Using quirks without a license is illegal, but… he saved Endeavor. And he captured a high-ranking villain."
"He's strong," Shoto said quietly. He was sitting near the front, his eyes narrowed. There was something about the way the armored figure moved. The brutality. It felt… familiar.
Bakugo was grinning. A feral, knowing grin. He remembered the conversation in the hospital. He remembered the "path" Akaza had talked about. 'I won't hold back. I am the monster, right?'
"He's not a hero," Bakugo muttered, low enough that only Shoto heard him. "He's the solution."
In the midst of the chaos, Yuga Aoyama stood near the back of the room. He wasn't cheering. He wasn't speculating. He was sweating. Heavy.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. 10:00 PM.
His stomach gave a painful lurch. It's time, he thought, panic rising in his throat like bile. I have to report. If I don't… they'll know. He'll know.
He slowly started to back away toward the hallway, trying to slip unnoticed while everyone was distracted by the news. Just go to the balcony. Send the signal. Come back. Easy.
He turned, taking a step toward the corridor.
Whoosh.
One second, Rumi Usagiyama had been sitting on the arm of the couch, laughing at Kaminari freaking out.
The next second, she was gone.
Aoyama didn't even have time to register the blur of white motion before the impact hit him.
WHAM.
A foot connected with his chest. It wasn't a killing blow, but it was heavy. It lifted him off his feet and launched him backward. He flew through the air, slamming into the wall next to the elevator.
The common room went dead silent.
Every head snapped toward the hallway.
Rumi stood there, her leg still extended from the kick.
"R-Rumi?!" Mina gasped. "What are you-"
Rumi ignored her. She stalked toward the groaning Aoyama, who was clutching his chest, staring up at her in confusion.
"Usagiyama-san!" Iida yelled, stepping forward. "What is the meaning of this violence?! You cannot just attack a classmate!"
"Shut up, Four-Eyes," Rumi snapped, not looking back. She reached down and grabbed Aoyama by the collar of his glittery shirt, hauling him up until his toes dangled off the floor.
She got right in his face, her amber eyes burning into his terrified ones.
"You thought we didn't see you?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You thought you could just sneak off while everyone was distracted? Checking the time? Sweating like a pig?"
"I… I don't know what… merci, please…" Aoyama stammered, tears welling in his eyes.
"Cut the crap," Rumi growled. She slammed him back against the wall, pinning him there.
"You are going nowhere, you Rat!!"
The class stared, the realization slowly dawning on them, turning the atmosphere from confusion to horror.
Rumi looked back at the class with a sharp grin.
"Looks like we found the leak."
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