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Aizawa shuffled into homeroom, thermos in hand, and gave us all the usual half-dead stare.
"Settle down," he muttered, even though no one was talking.
We waited.
"You're all going off-campus today," he said, scratching at his scarf. "Rescue training. Full suits. Ten minutes."
Mina perked up instantly.
Nerissa grinned.
Momo straightened with interest.
Shōko nodded once, quiet but clearly intrigued.
Aizawa finished the announcement with his usual lack of enthusiasm:
"The facility is called the U.S.J. Don't make trouble."
The class buzzed with excitement as everyone started packing up.
Nerissa nudged me. "Rescue day. Finally."
"Yeah," I said, matching her smile.
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The bus was noisy before we even pulled out of the school parking lot. Mina was halfway turned in her seat, bragging that she was "built for rescue missions." Kaminari was arguing with Sero about who would drown first. Jirō kept poking her earjack into Kaminari's shoulder just to watch him flinch. Even Shōko, who usually ignored the chaos, had the faintest amused curve at the corner of her mouth.
Nerissa slid into the seat next to me and stretched her legs across the aisle.
"Okay," she declared loudly, "top three rescue scenarios you'd be awesome at. Go."
Before I could answer, Momo leaned forward from the seat behind us.
"Shouldn't we define what 'awesome' means first? Efficiency? Probability of survival? Degree of risk?"
Nerissa groaned dramatically. "Momo, stop being a spreadsheet. Just vibe with me."
Shōko, seated across from us, lifted a brow. "Her definition of 'vibe' changes depending on the day."
"That's the best part," Nerissa shot back.
I laughed. "Alright, alright. Top three rescue scenarios…"
"Mountain rescue!" Kaminari yelled from three rows up. "Because I won't go near water!"
"We know," Sero said, patting him on the head like an anxious golden retriever.
Nerissa pointed at me. "Go on, Zuku. Top three."
"Well," I said, thinking it over, "I'm pretty decent at structural support, so collapsed buildings. Maybe high-angle disaster zones too. And…" I hesitated, then grinned. "Fire zones. I've got practice."
Shōko looked smug. "That's because you spar with me."
Nerissa flicked her hair dramatically. "I'm clearly the best suited for anything involving broken ankles, rollercoasters, or explosions."
Momo sighed with fond exasperation. "Nerissa… that's not even—never mind."
The chatter flowed around us. For a moment, it felt like just another school day. Just friends teasing each other, joking about how unprepared Kaminari was for anything requiring basic swimming ability.
Then the U.S.J. dome appeared in the distance.
And something in my head… shifted.
It started as a faint prickle at the base of my skull, like a static charge brushing against the inside of my skin. Not painful. Not even uncomfortable. Just unexpected—like my brain picking up a signal it didn't quite know what to do with.
I blinked and rubbed the side of my head.
Nerissa paused mid-rant. "Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to laugh it off. "Probably just… adrenaline."
But as the bus drew closer, the static pulsed again—slightly stronger this time. A quick flicker behind my temples, like a weak electrical current jumping between two points.
I frowned before I could stop myself.
Shōko noticed instantly.
"What was that look?"
"Nothing," I said quickly. "Just spaced out."
She didn't press, but she didn't look convinced either.
The bus slowed as we entered the U.S.J. lot, the dome rising above us like a giant glass wave. Students pressed closer to the windows. Mina gasped something about the flood zone. Kaminari practically choked when he saw how huge the facility was.
Right as the wheels rolled to a halt—
The static jumped again.
A little stronger.
A little colder.
A little too deliberate.
The sensation slid across my head like a half-formed warning, dulled and muffled, like someone shouting from underwater.
I winced, fingers curling slightly against my knee.
"You sure you're alright?" Momo asked quietly.
I forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just… excited, I guess."
It felt wrong as soon as I said it, but I pushed the thought aside.
The moment we stepped into the U.S.J. dome, it felt like walking into another world—mountains, burning buildings, flood zones, debris fields. All of it crafted with a level of realism that made a few students swear under their breath.
"That's… incredible," Momo said softly.
Nerissa spun in a slow circle. "I want to climb everything."
Shōko took in the landscape with a quiet nod. Mina immediately sprinted toward a fake landslide before Aizawa barked at her to "walk unless you want to be dropped from the course."
Everyone laughed.
And then I crossed the threshold fully into the dome.
The static hit me like a switch being flipped.
A sudden, sharp jolt raced across my scalp—electric, cold, too fast to brace for. It wasn't enough to make me stumble, but it was enough for my breath to catch. Like touching a doorknob after dragging your socks across carpet, except inside your skull.
I froze for half a second.
Nerissa bumped into my shoulder. "Hey—what was that?"
"I… I don't know," I said honestly. "Just—felt like a shock."
She frowned. "Static?"
"Yeah. Probably just dry air or something."
as we walked deeper into the dome, the static didn't disappear.
It stayed—faint and humming—like a low-voltage current running just below the surface of my skin.
Thirteen waved us all closer to the platform, voice cheerful as always. "Welcome, everyone! Today you'll get to experience—"
Another flicker.
This one actually made me wince at how strong it was
Momo stepped closer, studying me. "Izuku… are you sure you're well?"
"I'm okay," I said, forcing a steady breath. "Probably just excitement."
But inside, the static buzzed again, a quiet pulse that felt too deliberate to be coincidence.
I tried to shake it off.
Tried to focus on Thirteen's explanation of each disaster zone.
Tried to listen as she talked about rescue operations and hazard prediction.
But the static kept whispering beneath the surface.
Not clear enough to understand.
Just present.
Thirteen lifted a hand dramatically. "And now, before we begin—"
The dome lights flickered.
A faint ripple spread across the lake.
And the static inside my skull snapped once—sharp enough to make my breath hitch.
Something was wrong.
I didn't know what.
I didn't know why.
But the feeling settled deep, cold, and certain:
We shouldn't be here.
Thirteen raised her gloved hands, preparing to demonstrate the first rescue protocol—
—when the dome lights dimmed.
Just a flicker.
Barely half a second.
But the moment it happened, a sharp burst of static skittered across the inside of my skull like someone dragging metal across a live wire.
I inhaled sharply.
Nerissa glanced over. "Izuku? What—"
She never finished.
A patch of air near the center of the plaza darkened—
not like smoke, not like dust—
but like space itself was folding inward.
A compressed knot of black-purple mist spiraled outward, thickening, pulling itself into a humanoid shape. The mist twisted and condensed around a metallic neck guard that floated where a throat should've been.
The mist figure bowed its head slightly, voice smooth and unnervingly calm:
"Greetings, class of U.A."
A collective shiver ran through the group.
The mist expanded.
And behind the villain—
massive shapes pressed against the fog.
Not clear.
Not fully formed.
Just… huge.
My heart stuttered.
The static in my head cracked again—harder, like a jolt from a frayed wire behind my eyes.
Aizawa tightened his stance, scanning the figure. "Identify yourself!" he demanded. "This is a secured training facility! How did you get in here?!"
The mist turned its glowing eyes toward him.
"You may call me Kurogiri."
Another pulse of mist rippled outward, distorting space behind him.
"We are here to kill All Might."
Everyone's breath caught at once.
Mina froze mid-step.
Kaminari swore under his breath.
Shōko's flames and frost flickered reflexively along her fingertips.
Momo's hand shot toward her belt, instinctively ready to create something.
My head buzzed again—sharper, more urgent. I pressed my palm against my temple.
Nerissa whispered, panicked, "Izuku—what's happening—?"
"I don't know," I breathed. "Something's wrong. Something's—"
Aizawa didn't hesitate.
"THIRTEEN! GET THE STUDENTS OUT—NOW!"
But he was too late.
Kurogiri extended both arms.
His mist exploded outward like a shockwave.
"No," he said calmly.
"You will scatter."
The world blinked out.
Mist swallowed everything.
Space twisted.
My stomach lurched.
The ground vanished.
Nerissa's hand locked around mine just as gravity inverted
Then—
SLAM.
We hit smooth tile, sliding hard until my back crashed against the stone base of the plaza fountain. The impact rattled my ribs. Nerissa landed beside me with a grunt.
"That—" she wheezed, "sucked."
I sat up fast, chest heaving.
And the moment I did—
static lashed through my skull.
A dull, harsh electricity jumping behind my eyes, sharp enough to make my breath catch.
Something was wrong.
So wrong.
But when I looked around—
It got worse.
We weren't surrounded by classmates.
We weren't surrounded by teachers.
We were alone.
And every other student had been scattered across the dome hopefully at least
But us were in
The center.
Ground zero.
The single worst place to land.
Because it was closest to the swirling mist where Kurogiri had appeared.
Closest to where the villains were still coming through.
Closest to the monster coming out of the portal.
Nerissa stood, chest heaving as she scanned the empty plaza. "Why did he drop us here? Why the center?"
I swallowed hard, eyes locked on the shifting fog.
"This isn't random," I whispered. "This is strategy."
A heavy thud shook the ground.
Nerissa froze. "Izuku… tell me that was just something falling in a training zone."
Another thud.
Closer.
Heavy.
Wet.
A deep, animalistic growl ripped through the central chamber.
The static stabbed behind my eyes—sharp, sharp, sharp—like a warning my mind couldn't translate.
My entire body tensed.
And then—
Aizawa.
He sprinted across the plaza floor, scarf stirring violently, eyes glowing behind his goggles. He wasn't running from the mist.
He was charging into it.
Straight toward the massive silhouettes beginning to form inside the fog.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four—
More.far to many.
Nerissa's breath hitched. "Izuku… how many is that?"
I couldn't even speak.
The mist shifted.
A monstrous shape stepped forward.
Then another.
Aizawa didn't slow.
And it hit me like ice in my veins:
They threw us in the middle so we'd see him die.
Nerissa whispered, trembling:
"Izuku… we're in the worst place possible."
And she was right.
We were in the killbox.
Aizawa didn't hesitate.
The moment Kurogiri's mist parted enough to reveal movement, he sprinted straight into the chaos, scarf whipping like a steel serpent. His goggles flashed red as he erased the first villain's quirk, dropping him instantly.
The hand gut stood at the edge of the mist, one hand scratching violently at his neck, tilting his head as if admiring a painting no one else understood.
"Let him play," he muttered, voice dripping with sick fascination. "I want to watch him crumble."
The largest monsters behind him stood still—massive, hulking beasts waiting for a command. Their breath steamed like wild animals in the cold.
Aizawa fought four regular villains at once, moving with brutal precision
Nerissa shifted closer to me, voice shaky. "…Izuku, why isn't that thing attacking him?"
"Because…" I swallowed hard, eyes locked on the hand guy. "He wants to toy with him first." Letting Aizawa fight four, six, seven villains at once—just to watch how long he could last.
But then his head turned.
He noticed us.
His red, irritated skin under the hand-mask twitched in amusement. His blank eyes trailed slowly from the fountain tiles… to me… to Nerissa… and he smiled—wide and wrong.
"Well now…" he rasped. "A pair of little strays."
Nerissa's grip tightened around my arm. "Izuku… he's talking about us."
Shigaraki lifted a hand and gestured lazily at the cluster of minor villains behind him.
"Go tidy them up."
Two dozen villains surged forward—laughing, yelling, brandishing weapons, quirks sparking like cheap fireworks.
We were out of time.
I raised my hand.
My shadow rippled.
"Arise."
Darkness erupted upward in a wave.
Human-sized shapes tore themselves free from the floor— broad-shouldered and armored, all with glowing blue eyes.
Ten warriors.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Every shadow I could safely call.
Nerissa's breath hitched. "Zuku… they're huge. All of them."
"Stay behind them," I said. "Dont kill them."
At my command, the shadow soldiers charged.
The first group of villains froze in sheer terror as twenty dark fighters hit them like a coordinated strike team.
One soldier clotheslined a charging brute clean off his feet.
Two pinned a knife-user and held him until he passed out.
Three overwhelmed a spiked-quirk villain, forcing him face-first into the tile.
A tall knight slammed a thug into the fountain wall hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
Nerissa fired flashes of concentrated light to disorient anyone who slipped past. My soldiers took care of the rest with clean, efficient takedowns.
Shigaraki observed with bright, twitching interest.
"…What ARE these?" he murmured, almost delighted. "He brought his own goons is he a mini boss?"
Then his gaze sharpened.
"Cute. But not enough."
He flicked 3 fingers.
Behind him—
three smaller monsters stepped out.
"Lesser nomu get them"said the hand guy
'So their called nomu' i thought grimly
nearly twice a man's size.
Mutated muscles.
Jaws like broken animal traps.
Arms long enough to scrape the tile.
Nerissa went pale. "Izuku… those aren't normal villains."
"I know."
The hand guy grin widened.
"Break the boy."
The Nomu charged.
My twenty soldiers turned to intercept.
And collapsed.
The first Nomu punched through a soldier like it was made of smoke—the shadow shattered instantly. A sharp drop in my stamina hit me, like losing a deep breath all at once.
Five more soldiers rushed the second Nomu.
It swatted them aside like toys—shadows bursting mid-air.
Another drain.
My knees bent slightly.
The third Nomu crashed through a cluster of soldiers, tearing them apart in two brutal swings.
More shadows gone.
More of my energy slipping away.
Nerissa grabbed my shoulder. "Izuku, they're ripping through them! You're losing strength—call them back!"
She was right.
If I kept this up, I'd collapse before I even reached the others.
"Return!"
The remaining soldiers dissolved instantly, streaking back into my shadow and stabilizing my energy. My breath steadied, but the slight weakness lingered.
Nerissa stepped closer, voice trembling. "What do we do now?! They're coming straight for us—"
I didn't answer.
Because a shadow rose behind me.
Large.
Armored.
Cloaked in flowing darkness.
Igris.
My most powerful fighter.
He stepped forward without a sound, towering above both of us—crimson eyes locked onto the three approaching Nomu like a wolf sighting rival predators.
The hand guy froze mid-scratch.
"…Oh," he whispered. "Now THAT is interesting."
Igris drew his sword.
The sound rang through the entire plaza.
CLANG.
The Nomu roared and lunged.
Igris met them in a flash of black steel and crimson fire.
He parried the first claw strike with one arm, ducked the second Nomu's swing, and drove the third back with a shield-bash that shook the tile beneath us.
Nerissa stared, stunned.
"He's… he's fighting all three at once—?!"
"For now," I said quietly. "He can buy us time."
Shigaraki laughed—high, sharp, delighted.
"Ohhh, this is WONDERFUL!" he shouted.
"I want to see that knight BREAK!"
"You know what you've entertained me enough so ill tell you my name you can call me Shigaraki" he said with a demented smile.
Behind him movement stirred.
Large movement.
The big Nomu—the All Might killer—lifted its head for the first time.
"Nomu kill that one hes boring me" Shigaraki said pointing at aizawa sensei
Then it moved so fast i couldnt even track it and slammed aizawa into the ground then puched and when his hand came back it was covered in blood.
Aizawa was still lying where he fell — motionless — when Thirteen finally reached the edge of the plaza platform, hands shaking as she tried to gather the remaining students.
Her voice broke.
"Everyone— please— move—! We must retreat—!"
She activated her quirk.
Black Hole spun to life in her palms — a swirling vortex of gravitational force so strong the air warped around it.
It should've saved them.
Instead—
A ripple of black-purple mist wrapped around her arms.
Kurogiri's voice, calm as ever:
"A clever quirk, Thirteen. But far too dangerous to use carelessly."
She gasped.
"Kurogiri— no—!"
He didn't attack her.
He redirected her.
The warp-gate twisted — rotating her own Black Hole back toward her chest.
The vortex tore into her suit with a horrifying, vacuum-like pull.
There was a metallic shriek—
fabric ripping—
a flash of panic—
"NO—!" she screamed.
And then she was pulled inward.
So fast she didn't even have time to fall.
Her chest crumpled.
Collapsed.
And went still.
Kurogiri released her, letting the vortex sputter out. The mist reformed around him.
He bowed his head politely.
Without waiting for a response, Kurogiri vanished—
and rematerialized in the plaza beside us.
"Shigaraki," he said, tone utterly controlled, "Thirteen is neutralized."
He let Thirteen's body fall at our feet.
Directly next to Aizawa's.
Nerissa staggered backward with a choked sob.
Kurogiri's voice did not change.
"One more report, Shigaraki-shōnen," he said calmly.
"One of the students has escaped. The one with Earphone Jacks fled into a tunnel system."
Shigaraki's shoulders stiffened.
"…Escaped?"
"Yes."
A twitch.
A second twitch.
Then a slow, delighted smile curled under the hand-mask.
"Well… that won't do."
His eyes slid back to us — to the two terrified students trapped between two corpses and a monster.
"You two," Shigaraki rasped, voice dripping with twisted joy,
"are SO much more interesting then your teacher."
He raised a hand.
"Nomu. Kill them."
The massive creature turned toward us, roaring.
Igris and Kaleros manifested then stepped forward in perfect sync
They stood between us and the monster
But the main Nomu—
It moved like gravity didn't apply to it.
One moment it was crouched near Shigaraki's feet, still as a corpse.
The next—
it vanished.
A blur of black muscle and exposed brain slammed into Igris before the knight even raised his sword. The impact sounded like a cannon blast. Igris's armor caved inward, and the force sent him skidding across the tile, digging a trench as he scraped to a stop.
Before I could call his name, the Nomu was already turning.
Straight toward Kaelros.
Kaelros opened his jaws, shadow-fire charging in his throat—
Too slow.
The Nomu's fist hit the dragon square in the chest.
A single, brutal blow.
Kaelros's body folded inward, and his form broke apart into shadow fragments that spiraled violently back into the floor.
Gone.
The drain hit me like a weight dropping through my stomach — fast, heavy, hollow. My knees buckled, and I caught myself on the fountain edge.
Nerissa gasped.
"Oh God… Izuku—! Both of them—!"
She didn't get the chance to say more.
Because the Nomu turned back to Igris — who was struggling to get up, sword dragging on the tile.
The creature didn't hesitate.
A blur.
A crack.
Igris's helm dented inward as the Nomu's fist smashed through it.
A second blow crushed his chestplate.
A third shattered what was left of his form.
He dissolved into shadow.
Returned to me.
My hands trembled.
My lungs felt heavy.
That was it.
My two strongest shadows…
Gone.
Dismissed.
Unable to manifest again until I recovered.
I had no more soldiers.
Nerissa looked at me, horrified.
"Izuku… you don't have any shadows left."
I swallowed hard. My shadow felt empty. Hollow.
This was the worst-case scenario.
Shigaraki slowly clapped his hands once.
Once.
The sound echoed in the dome, mocking and delighted.
"Oh, that was SO satisfying," he purred.
"I wasn't expecting your little monsters to break so easily, but…"
He dragged his fingers across his neck, scratching until his skin reddened.
"…watching you lose everything that fast?"
A twisted grin spread under the hand-mask.
"Entertaining."
The main Nomu stepped back to Shigaraki's side, obedient and motionless now that its task was complete.
Shigaraki tilted his head at us like a child examining insects in a jar.
"You two aren't going to run, are you?" he said softly.
His tone wasn't threatening.
It was curious.
Playful.
Wrong.
Nerissa grabbed my arm, breathing hard.
"Izuku… y-you can't summon anything… what do we do?"
I didn't have an answer.
For the first time since this nightmare started…
We were alone.
Completely defenseless.
And Shigaraki hadn't even ordered the Nomu to kill us.
Not yet.
He wanted to watch what we'd do next.
And that was worse.
Much worse.