(May be a bit confusing, but keep reading ;)
"They're going to kill each other." Momo Yaoyorozu fell to her knees as she whispered in disbelief. She stared wide eyed, knowing just how helpless she really was. There was nothing she could make to stop this...nothing she could do to change things…
Uraraka screamed, a crippled mess on the ground beside her. She screamed, until her voice turned hoarse from strain, but not from the pain of her crushed body. "STOP!! YOU GUYS!! PLEASE! STOP THIS!" Adrenaline blocked her pain...panic held her focus. She resembled Midoriya at their first summer camp. Broken, frantic, focused.
But just like Midoriya that day, she was powerless to stop what was happening in front of her.
Kirishima, who had also tried to quell the happenings around him, lay quiet and unmoving a few yards away.
6 students, in the middle of the woods who were supposed to rely on eachother had ended up pushing eachother to the brink.
Bakugo breathed heavily, he stood at the edge of the clearing that had been made from the clashing of quirks. He slouched forward, gauntlet arms hanging heavy in front of him. The grass licked at his knuckles as he tried to regain his battered focus. Blood poured from his nose and hairline. He spat in the grass and sneered at the bloody molars that dropped from his mouth...Those bastards really packed a punch. Something in his ribs felt broken, sending white flashes of pain through his vision. He didn't focus on it, it wasn't important.
He leered through his matted hair across the field at 'said bastards'. They looked almost ready to fall over. He'd finish them off this time.
Midoriya knelt on one knee holding his destroyed left arm. He cradled it against him, the thought that he may never be able to use it again floating in the back of his mind. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears drowning out most of the sound around him. He could only barely hear Ochaco yelling towards them from behind.
He'd hit her. They'd all hit her at once...it was an accident but that didn't excuse it. He could still hear the small noise she'd made on impact...still feel the crunch beneath her skin in his fist. It was sickening.
And it was all he could feel.
His skin hissed, scorched black in certain spots. His arm was crumbled, overheated and boiling down the side but he couldn't feel any of it.
"This is bad." He mumbled to his own deaf ears, chuckling at the lack of sound. He cracked his neck and pushed himself back onto his feet, letting his purple limb dangle beside him. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled, trying to prepare himself to move. This fight wasn't over.
A stench caught his attention.
Todoroki choked on all fours as he retched in the grass. The tree he'd been knocked into leaned haphazardly over him. He struggled to breath between short, violent vomiting fits. His stomach seemed determined to release everything he'd ever eaten in his life. He wheezed, clasping a hand over his mouth as he broke into a coughing fit. Blood oozed from between his fingers and overwhelmed his tastebuds.
The frostbitten boy felt winded as if his lungs had been balled up and discarded into a waste bin. Purple sparks fluttered across his vision. He rose silently to his feet, wiping at his mouth and stumbling backwards. He caught himself on the wounded tree and frowned sternly, glaring at the other two boys who stood equal distances away. Pushing himself forward, he let his body begin to reheat. His last attack obviously hadn't been enough.
"Please! PLEASE!" Uraraka tried to use her one functioning hand to pull herself foward. She grasped at the grass in front of her, only to rip it from the ground. She spun her head around to the only other person around who was mobile enough to do anything. "Momo!"
The frozen recommendation girl stared unblinkingly straight ahead, tears flowing down her face. Her eyes darted back and forth between the battered boys, their wounded stances and their unyielding expressions. "They're really going to do it. They're doing this. They're going to kill eachother." Her voice was a ghostly whisper, full of disbelief and hopelessness.
"YAOYOROZU!"
The black haired girl flinched, looking over to the mess of a girl in the grass beside her.
"Snap out of it! If you're not going to try and stop them again, go get help!!! Find a pro!" Uraraka snapped at her friend, attempting to bring her back from the hole she was sinking into.
"I-I won't make...we're to far, they'll- they'll already —"
"IT DOSNT MATTER!" Occhaco asserted, tears springing to her eyes as she yelled. "Kirishima isn't moving! He needs help too! The faster you go, the faster someone will be here! Now get out of here!"
Momo glance over to Kirishima who lay still, facing away from them in the swaying grass. She then looked to the boys in front of her that had caused everything. Todoroki swayed inspot, his body erupting in flames. Bakugo crouched down low, bringing his glowing, rumbling palms up to eye level. Midoriya clenched his fist, sliding his feet apart as the glowing red electric energy of his quirk crackled around his body. They leveled their gazes in anticipation.
There was no stopping them.
Yaoyorozu sobbed turning away from the boys and opening her leotard to make room for her quirk. A small motor bike fell onto the ground in front of her and she quickly climbed on and revved the engine. "I'll be back as quickly as I can!"
Uraraka let her head fall to the ground as her sight faded. Momo would return with help...but it would only essentially be to clean the aftermath of what was to come.
Creati was right. No one would be here in time. She let her eyes close as hot tears slipped from her eyes. "Is this really all we can do?" She passed out, listening to the sound of the motor bike fade into the distance.
"I hope you're ready for this shitheads. Say goodbye." Bakugo smiled menacingly.
Shoto didn't respond as he charged forward, a huge flaming palm trailing behind him. This would undoubtedly be his largest flashfire yet.
"I'm not going to hold back!!!!!" Izuku proclaimed as he sprung forward, jumping from where he stood with a booming force. He cocked his right fist back as his quirk ran rampant through his arm.
"Perfect." Katsuki held both arms behind him as he crouched down low. He released two consecutive explosions that sent him flying across the field toward the unfortunate spot the three students would inevitably clash. He brought his gauntlets forward, locking thumbs through both pins. Adrenaline rushed to his head and he knew he was jumping right into oblivion, but so did the other two. It didn't matter. This was the chance he'd been waiting for, and a chance none of them would waste. Their biggest attack yet. The opportunity to release more power than they ever had against an opponent. This was the one chance.
"WHITE FLASHFIRE!!!"
"80% SMASH!!!"
"ATOMIC COMBUSTION!!!"
ZZZRT...Darkness
Katsuki flinched at the sudden blackout to his vision. He'd expected heat and pain and noise...not darkness. Had he been knocked out? Who won?
The cheerful clamor of his classroom slowly began to find his ears "The fuck?"
"THAT SORT OF LANUAGE IS MOST INAPPROPRIATE IN FRONT OF AN ESTEEMED GUEST!!" Iida's voice burst forth.
"It goes black if the questioner dies." Miyuko Aizawa explained, sliding her slender fingers from the temples of the blonde boy infront of her. Katsuki blinked, straining his vision as his bright classroom came into focus.
"Dies!? Bakugo child! What in the world did you ask!?" Almight coughed, alarmed at the revelation.
Pro hero, "Seeker" had come from China to visit U.A. Her quirk allowed her to show scenario's to anyone who'd ask a "What if" question in their mind. All she had to do was place her fingertips to the temples of whoever asked the question, and they both would see the answer. She could only do this twice a day however; her quirk exhausted her to the point of collapsing if she tried to go further. Despite its scarce usage however, her powers were still highly coveted, making her a very very busy woman.
She only made time to visit her "adorable and sweet" younger brother in Japan. "You have some pretty interesting students I see, my dear Shouta."
Aizawa sensei frowned at the sentiment but chose not to respond. His sister had a knack for trying to contrast his reputation by making him seem like a bubbly and sociable younger sibling. He wouldn't even begin to imagine what kind of image her friends overseas had of him. Probably someone along the lines of Aoyama. "Who's next? Only one more questioner today."
As class 1-A scrambled overtop of eachother, clamoring for who would get the last scenario of the day, Bakugo walked to the back of the class musing over the scenario he'd just experienced. He narrowed his eyes at two boys in particular.
Deku, upon noticing the unfriendly, skeptical gaze approached his childhood neighbor. "What did you ask Seeker, Kaachan?"
Katsuki sneered "I asked who'd win in a battle to the death between the top three most powerful quirks in our class, dumbass. What the fuck else would I ask?"
Midoriya paled. "T-to the death? Why'd it have to go so far?! We couldn't just spar—oh wait...you lost?"
"No I didn't fucking lose, you piece of shit!" He denied reflexively.
"You died." A quiet voice reminded. Todoroki appeared from behind Katsuki with an interested expression you'd only notice if you spent enough time around him. "That's what Seeker said. Did I kill you?"
"You really think you can beat me, eh?! That's what you're saying half n half?! Last I saw, you were puking your fucking brains out!" Katsuki rammed two middle fingers into the space between them.
Shoto frowned with slight distaste.
"So who won?" Midoriya questioned, pinching his own chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Did we go all-out? To the full extent of our powers? If we were aiming for a kill, although uncharacteristic, I'm assuming that means we didn't hold back. Todoroki would be freely using his flames and I would be pushing myself to the limit, but does that mean I was breaking my own limbs? Or was this a perfect "What if" scenario where we have full control over our quirks and the outcome is solely determined on-"
Katsuki snatched the front of Izuku's blazer and pulled the annoying rambling boy to him. "Another word Deku...one more mutter and I'll beat you into the state you were in so you can know exactly how things turned out." He knocked the curly haired boy away and stormed off, hands in pockets, grumbling to himself. "Bullshit fucking fortune teller."
"He won't tell us." Shoto concluded aloud as the blonde left.
"Dosnt seem like it." Midoriya nodded with an awkward chuckle. "I guess the outcome wasn't exactly what he imagined."
"Mineta, you're next." Iida read aloud. The class had apparently decided to draw names from a hat to be fair.
"No. You don't get a turn. Draw again." EraserHead rejected.
There was a collective sigh of relief.
Author note:
Seeker will be an OC who periodically appears to really give me some free roam with our BNHA faves. As you can tell, she has a psychic type quirk that she can use for others or herself. It allows her to see possible futures or pasts based on what type of scenario she's given. She can even answer impossible questions such as "what if Bakugo suddenly turned into a fish?" Or "what if Mineta never existed?". Her powers are coveted, and much like SirNighteye, she tries not to let others (or herself) rely too heavily on her quirk. She charges heavy prices for those that want to, and even then, she limits what her customers can ask. She'd much rather use it for fun. :)