The group of teens peered up the wall, each attempting to come up with ideas of getting up and over it to safety outside.
"Hm... how about I use my quirk and make us float up and over it! Oh, a landing may be a little rough though..." Uraraka clapped her hands together as she chimed in, beaming at the others.
"That is an amazing idea, Uraraka-chan!" Iida agreed, enthusiasm filling his voice and demeanor as he praised his classmate.
"While normally that would be a decent plan, my quirk will nullify yours, and as long as I'm there, we won't be able to leave the ground." Dazai bumped his boot cast into the wall as he spoke, turning his head towards and peering up the bricks to the top.
"Oh... you're right..." the brown haired girl deflated.
"Dazai-kun, how exactly does your quirk work, if you don't mind my asking?" Izuku asked, a curious expression on his face as he pressed a fist to his chin, thinking.
"This is not the damn time to be working on an analyse De--"
"Through physical touch, my skin or any part of my body has to make contact with someone. And it doesn't shut off." Dazai interrupted, turning back to the students, watching them quietly as they thought.
Midoriya's head perked up suddenly and a look of excitement crossed his face.
Quickly, the green haired teen shucks his coat off and approaches Dazai, and to the brunette's surprise, along with the others present, tosses it over the bandage swathed boy's head.
Dazai made a surprised noise and began to push it off, but Midoriya cocooned it around him tightly, sufficiently bundling him up.
Midoriya picked Dazai up, who had since given up trying to pull the coat off and had simply gone limp in his hold, and turned to the others.
"If his quirk is based on skin contact, if we cover up the skin, me or Iida should be able to get him over it without deactivating our quirks!" Midoriya proudly proclaimed to the others.
"Good idea, Midoriya-kun. We can all just get over the wall with our own quirks then, without worrying about supporting him if only one of us is needed to cover him." Todoroki nodded in response, and the others gave their support of the idea.
"You damn losers, I'm not gonna wait all fucking day for you to get done talking!" Bakugou barked, palms sparking as he propelled himself over the wall without difficulty.
"Ah... if only it was that easy for everyone." Ochako sighed, activating her quirk and stuck close to the wall as she floated upwards.
Iida's engines revved and he leapt up the wall, momentum keeping him going until he breached the top and leapt down.
Todoroki was the smoothest, creating several spaced out steps that grew progressively higher before he disappeared over the top.
"Alright, Dazai-kun! Are you ready?" A muffled sigh escaped the figure in his arms.
"Yes, I'm ready. Please do it quickly, because your coat smells like sweat." Midoriya turned a deep scarlet that Dazai couldn't see and stuttered out an apology to the brunette.
Izuku crouched, calling upon a fifth of One for All's power and felt it leaking within his veins, and with a leap, he was flying over the wall, feeling the way Dazai's entire body tightened in his grip, likely from the suddenness of it all, before he landed on the pavement outside, knees creaking painfully from the fall.
About to place Dazai down and release him from his coat, Midoriya glanced up, surprised by the others' silence, and was met by the muzzle of a gun.
Men in suits stood would automatic and semiautomatic weapons focused on them, being them stood a tall, stoic looking bearded man with a monocle, and at his side a young man wearing a white face mask and long, torn coat and a redhead with a bandage across his nose.
Even Bakugou, when faced with a gun between his eyes, had fallen into a rare silence, a look of rage marring his features as he sneered at the men.
Midoriya gulped nervously.
The grey haired man looked like he was about to speak, mouth opening when Dazai interrupted him.
"Hello...? It's smelly in here, let me out..." His voice was petulant and whiny, and Midoriya flinched at the sound of it.
The man stared, stunned at the bundle in the green haired boys arms, and the other suit wearing people shared a similar surprise expression.
"Dazai-san...?" The grey haired man asked after a moment, sounding unsure of himself. The black haired man and the redhead shared a glance between them.
"Ah! Hirotsu-san! A lovely morning, isn't it?" Not really, it was still gross out, and as smelly as the coat was, it did provide him warmth extra warmth.
"Yes, lovely indeed... Are you quite alright, Dazai-san?" The man sounded hesitant to voice his surprising concern, and the students all shared anxious glances between one another, unsure of how to proceed considering the guns were still aimed at their faces.
"Oh, I'm perfectly well! Say, you don't happen to know where Mori-san is, right?" Dazai was wriggling again, attempting to get out of the coat he was wrapped up in, presumably so he could properly speak to the man, but Midoriya held on tightly, keeping him shielded from view of these men. While Dazai did seem to recognize them personally, they were armed and Dazai himself had admitted to being involved with the Mafiosi that were currently attacking the school in search of him.
"The boss is looking for you, I'm not sure where on the premises he is at the moment." The grey haired man replied, putting a palm up, seemingly signally the other criminals. The students all tensed terribly, expecting bullets to begin raining upon them, preparing to fight, however instead of ensuing fire, they all lowered their weapons in tandem.
The students passed glances, alarmed but relieved.
"Hm, I see…" Dazai hummed, his voice muffled something terrible. Dazai resumed wriggling and actually managed to slip from Midoriya's arms, who yelped in surprise. Dazai stood up, ignoring Midoriya's attempt to grab him once more, and the distressed look on the student's faces.
"Dazai-san, would you like me to escort you off the premises--"
"GRAGHHHHHHH!" The man's question is completely cut off by a loud, echoing battle cry. Dazai recognizes the voice instantly and cringes with a disgusted look on his face. A thud shakes the ground beneath them, eliciting shocked and frightened cries from the students. The Mafiosi themselves look a bit shaky at the sound, and Dazai doesn't blame them.
"Geeze... that stupid Chibi is here? What the hell... all he's gonna do is make a mess." Dazai whines, the sounds of Chuuya's destruction already loud and clear.
"Chuuya-san was deployed by the boss in the rescue mission. He thought that he ought to pull all his cards to make sure he can get you back." Hirotsu explains calmly, and Dazai doesn't know whether to feel flattered or disturbed at the lengths of which Mori was going to get him back.
"Ah, killing civilians is one thing, but killing heroes and hero students is another. The Mafia will have a huge target painted on our back because of this." Dazai sighs, attempting to crane his head to get a look over the wall. It's a useless endeavor, though, since it's far too tall for him to see over. But then again, he doesn't really need to see to know what is happening out there.
"Like hell this freak is gonna kill any of us! I'll kill him fucking dead--" Bakugou shouted, cutting into the Mafiosi conversation. Hirotsu ignored him and simply continued.
"The boss labeled your retrieval as top priority." Dazai breathed out a laugh.
"Hah, that's not the impression Akutugawa-kun got." Gin twitched, and he could feel her worry briefly seep through.
"Yes... This information was only allowed to a certain level. He is not high enough rank, so he wasn't made aware." Dazai just nodded, well aware of this. While Akutugawa was strong, his ability, or lack thereof, to follow orders held him back from progressing. There wasn't a person in the world the older boy would listen to, too obsessed with power and impressing Dazai himself. It frustrated the bandaged boy greatly, seeing the older squander such power without putting it to proper use.
Dazai shakes his head tiredly.
"Continue forward with the bosses orders, more pro heroes will be showing up any minute now, which will only make this messier. I'm going to stop Chuuya before he does something that I'll have to continue dealing with later into this unfortunate life." Hirotsu nodded and stepped forward, passing the students who parted ways nervously for the man. With a huff of cigarette smoke, Hirotsu placed his hand onto the wall, sending brick and metal flying, smashing right through the wall. The students let out shocked yelps.
Dazai walked to follow Hirotsu, dodging Midoriya's attempt to grab him, ignoring their shocked, betrayed faces.
They didn't seem to know what to do, so, without speaking, Dazai mouthed something to Midoriya.
If I go with them, the school will be left be. The violence will stop.
There was more he could've said, but he was quick and to the point, and Midoriya's morphing expression told he knew what was happening now.
Midoriya tried to follow, to dash after Dazai, but Gin and Tachihara stepped in front, blocking him from following. The sounds of a scuffle started behind him, and Dazai smiled, amused at the teens actions
"You bandaged covered brat! We'll track your ass down, no way you're getting away this damn easy!" Bakugou howled, and Dazai didn't grace him with a response. No response was necessary. The teen had stated it as fact, and Dazai didn't doubt their capabilities. They were going to catch up with him eventually, all he could do was hope that the black lizard squad would hold them back long enough for him to put a stop to Chuuya's rampage.
All Dazai could do was hope that the teachers could hold out until the other pros would arrive and chase the Mafia and League away.
"Geeze, this is what, the third attack on UA students? Maybe they should make a change in staffing, if this is gonna continue happening." A man with blonde, wind swept hair complained, large bright red wings shimmering in the light as he shouted down to the two other pros who ran below them
"Maybe the Mafia is looking to be eradicated like the Shie Hassaikai! I'm plenty willing to indulge them!" A dark skinned, white haired woman called back up, a sadistic grinning covering her face.
"When we dismantle the Port Mafia now, we'll be taking out a powerful ally to the League. If possible, we'll be isolating them even further." A large, flaming man shouted back in response. Just in the horizon, they could all see UA, smoke billowing up and concrete and metal thrown everywhere in the brute force that had pushed its way through the wall.
"Sounding pretty unsure there, Endeavor! Worried?" the birdlike man called out, grinning teasingly. He flew into the destroyed courtyard, yanking a feather into his grip to act as a sword.
"Like hell, Hawks!" Endeavor shouted back frustrated. Miruko laughed boldly and leapt into the fray, Endeavor closely behind.
No league members were in eyeshot, however in the midst of the courtyard was a woman, tall and refined looking, in a beautiful, flowing pink kimono, umbrella in hand, the top of it speckled with debris. She stood facing away from them, but quickly turned, movements slow and deliberate, completely calm.
"Dressed like that, I think I can safely assume you aren't a civilian?" Hawks jokes, and the woman smiling lightly in response. She folds the umbrella closed once more, before tugging at the handle, with drawing a long, gleaming Katana from within.
"You are correct, lad. I am one of five Port Mafia executives." Hawks readied his own feather blade, and gestured for the other two pros to sneak past. They bolted forward, and the woman made no move to stop them.
"That's unfortunate, a pretty lady like you would do well in the modelling industry, if you ask me!" Hawks threw himself forward, striking down on her with his blade, the woman's own katana clashing with his, his feather sliding down it and off. He went for the waist only to be blocked once more, she pushed him backwards, advancing forward a step. Carefully, slowly he shed a few feathers to hover around her, continuing their sword fight, preparing to strike her with the stray feathers when she is caught off guard.
She swung out, catching his arm and cutting through the jacket cleanly, nicking the skin. He leapt out of the way and into the air. He commanded the feathers forward, to strike her in sensitive areas to take her down, but was caught off guard himself by a shout.
"Golden Demon!" Her voice was commanding, the type that you hear and have the instinctual reaction to listen to, to obey. Before the feathers could ever touch her, a massive ghostly figure appeared, it's own large blade destroying the feathers as if they were nothing but warm butter. He can't help but whistle at the thing, taking in it's monstress size and ghostly appearance, the bright gleaming sword. It towered above the woman, menacingly staring up at him.
He shivered.
"So that's your ability, is it? Pretty powerful. With an ability like that, you'd probably make a decent hero." The woman in the kimono laughed at his statement, sheathing her own blade, freeing up her hands and peering up at the man who hovered above her.
"Flowers that bloom in the dark can only survive in the dark." She shook her head, amused. The demon behind her shifted, readying it's blade at it's side, as if preparing to run him through.
"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" Hawks yanked out a second long feather, placing it in his unoccupied hand, preparing to move at any moments notice.
"Because I attempted to leave the Mafia once, to escape with a lover when I was younger. All that happened was that he was executed and I was dragged back to continue my work as an assassin. I've killed too many and have been raised the wrong way. I'm afraid that the light would kill me if I were to get too close." She smiled fondly, yet simultaneously bitter as she seemed to be thinking back on something.
"Well, I get what you mean, but you're still a villain, no matter how you were raised, and I was raised to put people like you behind bars."
"Pretty similar we are, aren't we? Raised for a specific task that hurts people."
"Guess so, how about I take you in? I'd much rather take a lady like you out to dinner, but that doesn't seem too feasible in the current circumstances." Hawks offered, grinning down at the lady.
"Well, I can't say I'll be interested in paying the police a visit, but dinner doesn't sound too bad. Though, instead I'll just have to kill you." Golden Demon was moving suddenly, and so was Hawks, bladed clashing taking to the air to continue their fight.
Far off, conflict between others continued just as ferociously.
"It's curious, Dazai-kun has nullified Elise-chan, which in and of itself is not notable, but he did so to protect your students for you." The room was dead silent until he'd spoken, but there were three occupants of the room, all men.
"You see, I've known Dazai-kun since he was only six years old, and while he is quite rebellious and defiant, I can't say he's ever done something quite like this." The doctor sound admonishing, like he was shocked and disappointed in the boy he'd apparently known so long.
"... Maybe he just doesn't want to be surrounded by criminals and killers...!" All Mights voice was raspy and weak, standing above his prone form was Elise, blank faced and hovering.
"Well that's a silly thought. Dazai has never had issue with killing before. In fact in that respect, along with many others, I see a lot of myself in him." Mori spoke thoughtfully, before he laughed a bit.
"Ah, you know how Dolphins have a tendency to rape humans and other dolphins? It's such a human thing to do, they're such thoughtful creatures, and they act so similarly to us. And yet we see such behaviour as disturbing, despite it being so entirely and wholly human. That's the feeling I got when I first realized I'd underestimated Dazai-kun. He is just like me, and it was incredibly unsettling to see, honestly." Eraserhead couldn't move, body completely limp against his will, and he knew why. A fast acting poison had entered his blood stream, leaving his muscles atrophied. He couldn't even speak, no matter how badly he wanted to bite a response to that man, that Dazai wasn't anywhere near to him, that he was his own separate person and a child.
"He is nothing like you, children are still redeemable... not you." All Might hissed out, only drawing out a laugh. The dark haired man crossed his legs and watched them bemusedly.
"Dazai-kun is nowhere near redeemable. He'll come back to me soon. After I've passed on, he'll be my successor. Something we have in common, isn't it?" All Might body suddenly felt cold, ice oozing down his spine at the other mans words.
"... What do you mean...?" He wheezed out, limbs feeling shaky.
"I mean your successor, Izuku Midoriya. We both have successors, yours to continue as the symbol of peace, and mine to continue the Port Mafia. Dazai-kun is still a bit too young, though it'd be a lie if I said I didn't occassionally worry he'd kill me I'm my sleep to take over as the next boss now. He'd do fine, I'm sure, however he needs to mature more before taking on that responsibility." All Mights teeth clenched hard, and he worried at the back of his head that they may end up breaking.
"You've groomed him...!" The retired pro heroes arms trembled as he attempted to stand back up, managing to lift his torso, only for a small foot to slam into the back of his head and push him back down to the ground.
"I suppose you could consider it grooming, however Dazai-kuns always been like this. I didn't make him into anything he wasn't already." The doctor hummed.
"You made him into a killer!"
"Those who seek death are often those who create it. Dazai-kun has always chased after death, so him becoming a killer, a criminal, was going to happen, with or without me in the picture." Mori climbed off the desk and strode to the classroom window, peering out at the battle ground below.
"Bullshit!" All Might shouted, voice choked up.
"I think you are projecting onto me." All Might was stunned into silence, caught off guard.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" He ground out, the heel of the shoe further digging into his cranium.
"Shigaraki Tomura is related to someone you were close to. He was groomed to become the League of Villaibs leader. You don't actually care about Dazai-kun at all, you just feel like you've failed someone else, so you are trying to make up for said failure through someone else." All Might flinched, and went silent with thought. While it was his job, as the former symbol of peace and current teacher to cae for children, the mob boss was right in a way. His guilt for not knowing or helping Tomura Shigaraki was very real and glaring, but he'd never thought that it was bleeding through in such a way.
He wanted to spit out denial, to call the man crazy and foolish for the assumption, but he found he couldn't. It was true. He was trying to compensate through someone else.
He wasn't be fair to the boy who'd dealt with enough already.
"Thought so. Dazai-kun will return home with me, and we can put this whole situation behind us. We'll kill none of your students nor staff, and leave the League to fend for themselves. It was only a temporary alliance to retrieve Dazai-kun, after all." Mori smiled piteously at the older man, and leaned against the wall.
"We have no desire to fight you heroes, however in the case of you not willing ally returning Dazai-kun, I'm afraid this school just may turn into a warzone. And I've been to war, and it always has causalities." All Might shivered at his words. Usually, he had the utmost trust and confidence in his students ability to take down impressive threats, however this man was different, sweeping through with not just his own organization but with the League of Villains as well, looking for his young executive. He felt ashamed for the thought that appeared briefly in his mind, the thought of handing the boy off so they could lower the amount of threats for them to go up against, but he immediately buried such a shameful idea. Dazai was clearly vulnerable, and the way this man spoke of him filled his chest with an awful feeling. It was nearly obsessive, willing to start a war with such powerful foes just to retrieve a single person?
He knew he couldn't allow the boy to return with him, the consequences for the boy would be terribly dire, and the idea that one day his own students would face off against him on opposite fields filled him with dread.
"... Like... Hell..." It was surprising, hearing Aizawa speak after being so silent. He wished he could turn to face him, however to foot on his head kept him pinned.
"Oh? You want to go about this the difficult way? How disappointing... I'm not one to inflict suffering for the sake of it, but there's not much else to do right now, I'm afraid. If you won't give me back my charge, I'll just have to start killing yours." The man slipped a hand into his coat pocket, and withdrew a cellphone, seemingly firing off a quick message to someone.
"You won't be able to kill them! They're strong... and the protect one another!" Panic filled All Might's chest as he blurted his words out.
The man crouched in front of him, resting his arms on his knees and spoke.
"You really think so? I don't think you believe that yourself. You know your going to lose students." Sweat pooled on his forward as the man shook his head lightly, as if addressing a naughty child rather than protective teacher.
"I hope you enjoy the show here, today. I know I certainly will."
For the first time in years, Toshinori prayed.
"What the hell is going on!" A blonde man howled, glasses crooked and face red with emotion. He was staring at a TV in a small cafe, a broadcast from Musutafu, showing UAs gates blown in, smoke billowing from inside as men in suits carrying guns stood guard, blocking any reporters or cops from getting in.
"Christ... look at that. That's not something even I thought Mori had the balls to do." A woman with a dark bob cut murmured thoughtfully, she was dressed in a knee length skirt, tights and dress shirt.
"W-will everything be okay...? Are we going to... help?" A younger boy, about sixteen with crookedly cut white hair asked nervously, eyes darting between the TV and the adults.
"That's up to the President, though it certainly does look like they need a hand, that's for sure." The woman, a doctor, snorted.
"Wow! Such amazing, interesting things happen in big cities!" A short blonde boy, middle school aged, gasped, completely awed by what the TV displayed.
"Well, I guess that's one way to put it." A ginger teen added awkwardly, fidgeting as a dark haired girl clung to him worriedly.
The sound of footsteps down the hall alerted them to a new incoming presence, the click of the shoes familiar, they all straightened up. Around the corner came a middle age man with long silver hair and an aged face, dress in green traditional garb. They noticed his blade was with him, and they knew without a shadow of doubt what was to come. Behind him came another man, short with green eyes, peering around as he watched them silently.
"President!"
"Mori-sensei has taken things too far, attacking a school and aligning himself with such a group." They all nodded, some faces more grim than others.
"We'll be intervening and put Mori-sensei where he's meant to be. He has grown far too bold for my liking, or the stability of this city." He paised a moment, watching the determined faces of his employees.
"Please prepare, we are going to Musutsfu immediately."
"Yes sir!" Their replies were simultaneous and confident.
If Mori wanted war, war he would get. He just won't win.