ok... i didn't manage it quite like I wanted
I'm still writing and it is going good, but I absolutely will not manage to finish today. The next four days I have work and I don't know what I will manage so I will do something I hate myself for.
I cut the chapter
I thought about cutting after the bus ride, but you know what?
TIME FOR CLIFFHANGER!
The part with eraserhead got longer and longer and longer, but you'll see that for yourself
Anyway I'M SORRY! I wanted to have it done, but I failed! And I also didn't want to make you wait even longer (I'm already a week late again)
Anyway enjoy (I gave it my best)
Shigaraki's imaginary friend
"Alright! I'm feeling generous. What are we hunting? You decide, Friend."
"..."
"Bubble Bitch in the snow, eh? Sounds good to me! There is bound to be an Izzy, they are always fun to kill!"
"..."
"I don't care if they are optional! Besides optional is just another word for 'must-do', or 'ignore this if you suck'! You ALWAYS go for the extras!"
"..."
"Grmpf! There ain't gonna be no damn bunny!"
Housekeeping goon #1 was leaning on the door, watching the 'Young Master' talk and argue with himself. His worried eyes meet housekeeping goons #2 scared ones. "Sh-should we do something?" He asks in a stutter. "He is a b-bit old for imaginary friends ain't he? I told you he was gonna crack sooner or later!" Goon #1, a surprisingly good father himself, always felt that the Young Masters upbringing had much to be desired if he was to be anything but a manic psychopath. He never said something because he was a villain, as was everyone else in the 'household' and he thought that that was the desired outcome to begin with, which is correct.
But it was still strange to see the gangly young man, who recently turned twenty, talking to the air.
"So what!?" Goon #2 decided to make the best of it. "We ain't gonna do shit! Since he started playing with himself, there has been way less of a mess to clean up!" He turns around and slaps Goon #3, who always materializes when someone says something that could be misinterpreted. "And you FUCK OFF!" he whisper shouts. "I know what I said, but this is really not the time!"
Rubbing his aching head goon #3 adds his two cent. "Yeah, yeah. The dust aight? 'S a nice thing innit? Dinna have to clean a carpet once this week and my cough is almost gone! I didn't even know it was because of his dust! Nah! I say we do nothing!" And then he leans in and his two coworkers join him to hear his low rumbling voice.
" 'Sides, Mister 'glowy eyes' over there also didn't do shit about it, did he?"
The three ruffians look over at the man standing at the counter.
He seemed to be made of some dark purple clouds with no features except for two yellow glowing eyes. He was wearing a bartender uniform and a high metallic collar and he was slowly and methodically cleaning a glass with a white towel, seemingly deep in thought.
"" Huh./ I guess so."" And the goons break up and return to their normal work.
Inside the play room a young man with white hair and red eyes was hammering away on a controller, taking care to never touch it with all five fingers, and hollering at the space beside him.
"That damn bunny dodged my swing again! Use your damn sleeping traps or whatever! KILL THAT BUNNY!"
A young man with rust colored hair and dual colored eyes flinches back slightly, his fear held in check through desperation and laments once again how he landed here.
~FLASHBAACK~
"Just lay them there." The nurse told the new volunteer, pointing at the spot where he can lay down the fresh covers.
"Yes!" The young man does as ordered and steps back with an expectant gaze, ready for his next order. The nurse smiles fondly and ruffles his hair, she could still remember his first visit with ten and the excitement that day. Hard to believe it has already been eight years!
"How about you take a break, Roberu?" she kindly asks. "I know you have a better grip on your quirk, but your health is still a bit low, so take it easy okay?" Despite the tone in her voice they weren't related, Roberu was just a very charming boy.
And an rather attractive men after his most recent growth spurt. Wild rust-colored hair and heterochromia eyes, one orange, one purple and a wide smile with sharper than normal canines- more like a beast than a vampire. Together with a stately height of 180 cm and a fit body Roberu was ready to break some hearts! Though not really, despite his womanizer grandfathers best attempts, Roberu remained a nice guy with a healthy amount of respect for women, or else his grandmother would have his hide. He was wearing a standard male nurse uniform.
"Thanks Auntie, but I swear I'm good and I have some energy to burn!" A wide charming smile almost made the nurse swoon, almost, but she only shook her head fondly and relented.
"If you really want to help you could get down to the morgue and clean up a bit." She hid a smile at his paling face, sure that he would decline and take a break as she wanted. Just to make sure she topped it further. "You could also stow away the processed corpses." If Roberu thought for a second he would realize that there was NO way a young volunteer like him was handling any corpses, alas he didn't.
Roberu's helpful smile froze on his face and he almost mechanically turned in the direction of the morgue. Over his shoulder he could just hear the nurse "Well, have fun! I'll keep your tea warm!" He could vaguely hear her sniggering.
-meanwhile at the morgue-
Goon #2 pulls a disgusted face as the gown of the corpse he is handling slips and he is treated to a nice full moon. The corpse was an old man and the moon was victim of numerous meteoroid attacks, flabby and leathery and all kinds of not nice. I could say more but some people may have eaten recently.
"Why are we doing this again?" He asks the other two.
"Daddy over here wanted to earn some gifting money for his brat and wife... and his mistress - how did you manage that again? Like, YOU, you?" #3 answers as he points at #1.
#2 visibly perks up at the thought of #1's hot wife- that damn lucky bastard- and all thought of that flabby ass were forgotten. You know the one, the old saggy leathery flabby old man ass. Cheesy and wrinkly... anyone eating still? # 2 meanwhile is still blissfully thinking of the wife's very hot suntanned ass, fit enough to bounce a quarter! And his mistress is certainly not lacking in the look department- would be hard because- "Aren't they twins!? Seriously! HOW THE FUCK did you manage that!? You know, being YOU." #2 adds also pointing at #1.
"You saying I'm ugly!?" he asks while holding his chest, torn up by his beloved comrades hurtful words.
""Yes!"" both answer without a milliseconds hesitation.
#1 shrugs "Fair enough." But then he straightens his shoulders and points at himself. "Just know I still got two hot pieces of ass I'm going home to, while you two only got yourself to squeeze! And if you must know, it's because I'm a consummate lover!" He finishes in a snobbish tone.
#2 and #3 look at each other in confusion. "Consu-what!?" #2 asks bewildered.
"It means I'm taking care of her needs!" #1 scoffs.
Suddenly a lightbulb goes off in #3's brain. "OOHH! CONSUME!" He turns to #1 and whines "Dude, just say you eat them out on the regular!" #3 turns back to his work of sorting out corpses, no longer interested. " Sounds like too much work for me, easier to buy some company for the night. And I never saw the appeal of putting my mouth there to be honest." He says.
#1 was going to let it rest but the last comment roused him up again. "Dude! You don't know what your missing! The musk! The moaning! The squirming when you hit it just right! The-" #2 had enough.
"GUYS! GUYS! Guys! Please! Could we concentrate on our work and shut the fuck up!?" He demands as he points at the corpses lying to the side.
Now #1 and #3 look at each other and grin.
"Oh?" #1 starts. "Does our sex talk in the morgue hurt your sensibilities?"
#3 continues. "Or is it our desecration of the rest of these people?"
"Or"#1 again " Is it the thought of what will happen with these corpses once the good doc gets his hand on them?" #3 nods and adds. "The absolute certainty that we damn our very souls to the deepest and darkest pits of hell, suffering eternally?" He finishes dramatically.
The three villains exchange looks for a second before breaking out in laughter and slapping the nearest surface, or corpse, and wiping the tears of laughter from their eyes.
"Haaa~ Good one!" Says #2. "No, your damn talk is getting me all hard and pumping and I only get off work in a couple hours! Besides, the damn chemicals smell sticks to my clothes and I'll have to change before I pick up some hooker. Corpse smell kind of ruins the mood you know?" He explains as he tucks on his shirt. The other two had to give him a point and so they continued their morbid work.
What are they doing? The usual:
- first filter out all quirkless ones and ready them for processing no matter the circumstances
- second look for homeless people or people who have not been identified
- third look for people who already written off after a short time
- lastly prepare everything so no one will look for the missing corpses, either by adding ashes in the place- courtesy of #2's quirk- or fill out fitting paperwork
- EXTRA: don't brag or mess around if you were the one killing them or messing about with an attractive female corpse. (IMPORTANT! Ignoring will result in joining the 'subjects' in the lab;) !)
Quirks are more or less ignored, unless a more interesting mutation is amongst them, or the Doc was looking for something specific. The most important thing was secrecy.
"Alright!" He slaps the back of a small child, normally not on the list as they are always searched for, but this time the parents died together with him - a rare find! Lucky!
The blank stare of the small corpse is ignored and soon obstructed by a small body bag. "Zip it up and wash your hands boys. …" Without looking behind him he turns a bit to the left and chops #3 on the head when he suddenly appears behind him. With his right hand he fishes in his pockets and pulls out an phone which he dials without looking.
"That's the most pathetic teleportation quirk I have the unfortune of knowing, dude." He tells his buddy.
#3 slaps his hand away and rubs his sore spot. "Shut up 's good aight! You just jealous!" But he turns away with a pout and takes his trolley full with corpses to the door and waits.
For what is immediately made obvious when a dark portal of purple smoke opens in the doorway, big enough for the trolley to get through. The three goons waste no time to step through returning to their other work place, in a side room to wait for their second portal to take their corpses of them. Experience and former coworkers have taught them to not go through this one and rather just dumb the corpses in like a garbage chute.
- a bit earlier on the other side of the door-
Roberu was standing in front of the door of the morgue and trying to hype himself up to step through. He leans his head back closes his eyes and takes deep breaths.
He never notices the sudden dark shadow on the other side of the door when he opens it in a rush.
He takes a step...
And turns out those portals are usable from both sides at the same time! Handy.
An utter misfortune of epic proportions for young Roberu, but handy.
-inside the bar/home of the villains-
"Woah." Roberu had the feeling of missing a step down the stairs and whirled his arms around to get back his balance. Even before he opens his eyes his nose and ears tell him that he was suddenly, inexplicably somewhere completely different. He opens his eyes and finds himself inside a closet filled with spare bartender outfits.
Turning around he could see through the open door the last puffs of black smoke disappear and down the hallway he saw three goons pushing trolleys full of corpses. Together with their tattoos and scars Roberu had the distinct impression that he would rather not talk with them, or have them knowing he was there. He closes the door and strains his ears, meanwhile his eyes frantically look for a second exit.
There was none. Just rows of clothes and shoes and a mirror showing a young man with a pale face and terrified eyes. Hey handsome, come here often?
Seeing his own distressed face actually calmed Roberu down a bit. In a way it was like when one of his suggestions developed a life of their own: Panicking helps nobody.
'Right. Just like always. Clear plan and step for step!' he thinks as he takes a deep breath. 'I'm somewhere I don't know and the people will most likely be hostile. High chance they are villains. I'm wearing working clothes from the hospital' He looks down himself and back to the clothes on the rag. 'Better than nothing.'
He is relieved to find dresses in variable sizes and something that should fit himself, together with shoes, which considering the bartender is kinda strange, but this place most likely has more than one bartender that is sometimes missing for 'activities'.
As he grabs the vest off the hook his heart almost stops as a pocket watch tumbles out and falls to the floor.
*CLACK*
Deafening silence thrums in his ears as his heart races desperately in his rip cage. For a moment nothing happens and he dares relax a bit when-
"Isn't that door usually open? I also could swear I heard something from around here." comes a deep male voice.
"Maybe Kurogiri needed a new towel? Or he spilled something on his vest." Answers another male voice.
"That robot!?" Comes yet another male voice.
"True." Comes the original voice. Much. Closer.
Roberu is thankful he isn't wearing the shoes yet as he dashes silently to the door and concentrates inward.
To his horror the door actually begins to open and he has no other choice but to use his trump card. His ace in the hole and greatest curse.
His quirk. "There is nothing suspicious in the closet." Roberu tells the man opening the door.
Rule number one: Keep it as short and concise as possible
The man stops for a moment and one of the other two asks "Something wrong?" And lifts his arms, readying himself for some violence.
Slightly dazed the an (#1) shakes his head and says. "There is nothing suspicious in the closet."
Roberu can feel his quirk take hold of two more people and keeps his breath even to minimize the still weak side effects of using it. He can only hope that they won't meet too many people that will ask after the closet, silently cursing himself for forgetting to insert a timer in his panic. The men were talking again.
"Alright. There is nothing suspicious in the closet. Open the door and return to work." Says on of the other men.
Thinking fast Roberu returns to his new clothes and proceeds to put on the shoes as if he was supposed to be there.
The door opens completely and his gaze meets the three men from before. He hopes his heart isn't as loud as it seems right now to him and says in a controlled voice. "The next time you return here, you will notice IF there is something suspicious."
Rule number two: DO NOT use time measurements, unless a obvious clock is near or the victim possesses a time quirk, unless you have NO CHOICE! (Every persons sense of time differs!)
Rule number three: To prevent secret build up of 'feedback' add a closing 'script'. NOTE: Normal or return to normal or similar commands DO NOT WORK!
As the goons repeat and anchor the orders Roberu feels a weight building inside him, not lift, but reduce considerably.
As he fakes his calmness he puts on the rest of his clothes and waits for the men to go away. Once they are away he checks himself in the mirror.
It fits him astonishingly well and he can easily see himself wearing something similar in private. A stylish vest together with a dark gray shirt and a red split tie. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbow and from the dress pants the suspenders dangle freely.
All in all very stylish!
Done with ogling himself he slowly edges out the closet and tries to find the exit, but sadly fate was not ready with him. Fate or bad luck.
"Who are you? Some new NPC Bartender? I thought Kurogiri had in hand for now." Comes a young but raspy voice from his left.
Roberu jumps in shock and turns around. In front of him stands a young man, maybe a year or two older than him with pale skin and gray hair. His eyes are red and the skin around them so wrinkled it looks painful. He wears some kind of hoodie and was looking at Roberu with obvious suspicion. One of his hands slowly edge closer as if to grab him.
Faced with a sudden foe Roberu reacts instinctively. "I'm no one important!' Boosted by his fear the command takes immediate effect, but sadly it delivers not the desired results.
The other 'boy' smiles fiendishly and raises his second hand, with the first he grabs the frame next to Roberu's head and Roberu watches horrified as the wood turns to dust and the hands still come closer.
"If you aren't important than it should be okay to get rid of you right?" HE asks with madness glinting in his eyes. Roberu knew with absolute certainty that this man had killed before- and liked it.
Dreading for his life he gives another suggestion. "WAIT! I'm your friend! Kah!" Roberu grits his teeth as the opposing scripts fight for dominance and he spits out some blood.
Rule number four: Do not contradict yourself! In case of unwilling contradiction go for a third option.
Strangely the feedback was way weaker than it should be...
Unbeknown to him the two scripts had found a way to both ring true. He may be the boys friend, but that doesn't mean that he has to be important to him. And for everyone else he was no one and Shigaraki's friend, his imaginary friend.
To Roberu's utter relief the boy lets his hands fall and steps back, the madness in his eyes gone like it was never there.
"Well, alright. Friend. Let's get some food from Kurogiri and play some games." And he grabs his arm.
A shriek of terror gets stuck in Roberu's throat before he sees that the other boy was lifting one finger from grabbing him with what could only be years of habit and experience.
Dazed from terror and feedback he stumbles blindly after the pale boy and find himself in the front room of the house, a bar. His eyes immediately focus on the bartender. Familiar looking black clouds and a pair of creepy yellow eyes in a bartender outfit, but then his eyes focus on something even more important, THE EXIT!
Roberu was about to wrench himself free and book it when the bartender turns stiffly and addresses the other boy.
"Shigaraki Tomura, who is that boy?"
Rule number five: Suggestions don't work on the dead.
Roberu stares in disbelief and horror into two unfeeling pits of gold.
Special Nomu # 2-6, code name 'Kurogiri, ran multiple checks through his scrips to figure out how to handle the intruder. A first analysis clearly showed no combat ability and the scared expression only could belong to a civilian. But then, how did a civilian go past him to meet Shigaraki himself? And none of the other personnel said anything.
This could only be the result of some unknown quirk, most likely the boys himself, which should immediately be brought to either the doctors or the masters attention.
But something inside him prevented him from acting on the found procedure.
'... kids need someone to play with...'
Somewhere deep in the back fog of his own mind a voice rang out and convinced Kurogiri to not say anything.
*start new script* Clean glasses
Shigaraki did not so much as blink at the strange monotone voice of the bartender and easily answered. "My friend."
This brought about sudden chaos as the customers, who mostly all knew Shigaraki in some form, could not comprehend him having friends! And then struggled further to make sense of that friend their brains were telling them wasn't there!
Roberu felt the weight crush his insides as the feedback grew and grew before thankfully stopping as the last accepted the reality of Shigaraki's imaginary friend.
Thankfully there weren't enough people to provoke a reality shift.
But there was enough pressure and feedback for Roberu to realize one very important thing.
'I'M TRAPPED!' He despairs in the privacy of his mind. 'Should I try to flee, the spread of the suggestion will either crush me or the reality shift undo me!'
But that wasn't all!
"Is something the matter? I don't think you are old enough to partake in one of my drinks yet, young man." The foggy figure of the bartender was a huge security risk for Roberu with his mysterious immunity to his quirk. No one but Eraserhead should be immune!
The bartender ignores the boys starring and prepares some food for Shigaraki instead.
After he gives him the food he turns to Roberu and speaks in his monotone voice. "You should stay near Shigaraki Tomura, young man. It is not safe here for civilians." And he turns back to his glasses.
Roberu gulps and misinterprets Kurogiri's well meant advice as a threat, he turns and runs after the pale boy.
'I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!'
Actual story
Midoriya was standing in his room his nose pressed against the glass of his window, his clothes clean and orderly, his tie for once not crooked, his bag around his shoulders and his menagerie of minions was gathered around him and participating in their usual brand of chaos - not that he cared. His shoes were not waxed, because doing that to sneakers was madness and Izuku was used to another brand... the religious kind.
And I guess I can't gloss over it so let's tick it off real quick. Note that unless told otherwise the Minions will fall back to this general routine. They are pseudo living beings with the rough base of a personality. They can and will evolve with time and stimulus, but tend to fall back on established habits.
Caesar, seeing nothing to destroy or fight would be brooding and glaring if Domo wasn't hassling him.
Susume was standing at the ready and cleaning up after her siblings, all while keeping an eye on Caesar and Rocky especially. To intervene and calm them down in either case.
Rocky is clutching one of his dolls and either hiding behind Izukus legs or Susume, constantly worried Sakura will snatch him up.
Dio is in his bottle.
Domo is running rounds around Caesar or generally being weird and a nuisance.
Gonzales sleeps and Sakura was circling in the air like a shark, trying to get Rocky.
Done with Inventory back to story.
Izuku was shaking with excitement! Despite it being not the first time he was picked up by All Might and taken to school, his heart was racing the same as ever.
He could still vividly remember the first time!
(Flashbaack~)
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(End Flashback)
Izuku sighs fondly in remembrance at the treasured memories.
He would have liked to indulge some more, but just then the desperately awaited car turns around the corner! But something was immediately obvious to be different.
Izuku would never betray his Grrreat idol by telling this anybody, but All Might was driving very cautiously. Like an old lady with a giant cake on the backseat and worried to rustle it too much. Which was also the reason he was waiting so impatiently, after the first day where he was surprised by the heroes early arrival he learned that he took off an hour early to still make it in time.
Back to the car. It was obviously the same, but the speed immediately gave away that there was another driver this time.
Curious and slightly worried the group goes down and welcomes the guest.
In front of his home he waits for the door to open and "GOOOOOOD MOOOORNING LISTENEEEEER!" he slaps his hands on his ears as the shockwave of his english teacher, pro hero Present Mic, reaches him and makes the whole building shake slightly.
Back in the kitchen Inko lays a hand on her check and shakes her head in bemusement. "Oh my~" A lovely smile shines on her face, but her eyes where two cold pinpricks of green ice "So lively, hope no one gets hurt..." Better watch out sensei!
"Mic-sensei!?" Izuku yelps once the sonic waves are gone. "What are you doing here? I thought it was always going to be All Might that will pick me up! Did something happen?" His mind on All Mights condition, and the rather worrying stories he's been told by the hero about 'feeling like drowning', 'excruciating pain' and 'pain just means I'm still alive my boy, HAHA!'. To say Izuku was stressed after a ride would be slightly understated. In fact he was almost at the point where he was willing to pull out Dio, no matter his manners.
"Sorry listener, but something got in the way on his side. Don't know more myself, just got a call from Nedzu to pick you up and an order from Recovery girl to 'not call All Might under any circumstance'!" for the last part he imitates the old woman's voice trying to get a laugh from the young boy, but Izuku was too horrified with what could only be a grievous wound on the hero the woman had to cure.
Seeing his horrified face he hurries to calm him down. "Mah Mah! Nothing so serious! All Might is not hurt! She just told us not to disturb him! Maybe he is finally taking some free time, haha!" Mic finishes weakly.
'Which would actually be a good thing' he thinks to himself. The veteran hero was a worse workaholic than even his dear husband. And that is quite some achievement, considering Eraserhead was working Day and night shift at the moment, at least until the class either proved themselves to him or school work really kicked off.
Izuku was not a hundred percent convinced but decided to believe in the heroes words and trust in Recovery girl and All Might.
'Besides hanging out with some other heroes was awesome too!' he thinks as he and his followers step into the car.
- one entertaining hilarious, but ear-destroying ride later-
They were taking the usual back entrance to dodge the everpresent paparazzi, but Izuku was a bit confused when they don't park in the usual garage and instead drive around to the side of the buildings.
More surprise when most of the class was already waiting for them next to a bus. "Wha-?" He turns to Mic who started laughing. "Hihihi, all that worrying made you forget the plans for today! Ain't that right listener?" Without waiting for a reply he points at the sign on the bus.
-UA OUTING-
"Your going to the USJ today, remember? Time to get some practical rescue experience!" And he gives Izuku a big thumbs up before letting him out.
He approaches the group of fellow students and friends.
"Hi~! / Yo! / Good morning Midoriya-kun! / Morning Deku-kun!" everyone cheerfully greets him and even Katsuki only halfheartedly grumbles about him being late.
"MORNING EVERYONE!" Izuku greets them and they jump back slightly at his forceful reply. "SORRY I'M LATE, BUT I DROVE WITH PRESENT MIC-SENSEI TODAY!" He continued to talk much too loud, like someone with headphones on or someone who just came from a rock concert.
"One moment." Jirou steps up to him and he he watches her with bright questioning eyes. "SOMETHING THE MATTER, JIROU-CHAN?" he aks.
She holds up a finger to make him quiet down and then jabs her picks into both ears. There is no pain and just the strange feeling of rushing blood in his ears, before she pulls them out again. "Better?" she asks him.
Realizing that she sounded muffled until now and that he was most likely screaming the whole time he turns slightly red and bows to everyone in apology. "Ah, yes Thank you!"
They all wave away his apology and Jirou says. "If you were driving with Mic-sensei it's really no wonder. He has trouble keeping it in sometimes and slowly gets louder." She actually had some private contact with the radio-host hero because of her parents businesses.
"Is that how you learned that trick?" Izuku asks intrigued. The sudden interest makes her a bit embarrassed and she turns away shyly but answers the question.
"Amongst other things, but mainly because of rock concerts and my own curiosity. I wondered what would happen if I put my on pins in my ears and I found it clears up hearing." Realizing how that sounds she hurries to explain. "But! Only temporary things! I can't help deafness."
"That is still amazing!" gushes Uraraka. The other in the group are quick to confirm that statement making her shy again, drawing some more laughter.
Their revelry is interrupted by the energetic and strangely agitated voice of their hometeacher, who was just done wishing his hubby a good day- or rather getting wished a good day and grunting sleepily in answer.
"Enough messing around! Everyone get on the bus, we're going in three minutes so hop hop!" He barks at them.
"Sheesh! What is his problem?" Whines Kaminari.
Well...
-earlier-
"Where is All Might? He was supposed to help out today! 's not like his time is the issue after he kept it so fabulously secret for all of five seconds!" Someone was holding a grudge.
"You leave him alone, you hear!" Recovery girls scolding tone echoes from the phone in Shoutas hand, he can almost see the little woman swinging her syringe. "I checked the cameras after he didn't check up with me as usual."
Aizawa grunts in confirmation. "Right. I almost forgot." Recovery girl was heavily invested in All Mights daily habits from diet to work, not that he listens.
One of the features of his newest abode was a camera system that continuedly checks his vitals as does his bed. Thanks to that Recovery girl was able to know that all Might was lying in his bed and actually sleeping.
Now normally the person in question who was supposed to be at work would be woken up, maybe scolded a times or two and set off two work. But normal people aren't halfdead.
"Well, what is it? Some bad food? His injuries acting up? Slipped in the bath?" Normally satisfied with Recovery girls word, Shouta could not help but ask what finally forced the titan to take a break.
"He's sleeping." Aizawa blinks uncomprehending at his phone, strange what is this ringing in his ears? And seems like his coffee was particular strong today, strange he can't remember drinking yet, why is his heart so thundering? Haha, better check again with Recovery girl, he totally missed what she said. "Excuse me? I didn't quite hear what you said, could you repeat?" He asks very politely.
"Hm? Is there some interference? There is some strange grinding sound." Shouta forces open his jaw. "Anyway, he is sleeping." - "CHAH-PTU!" _ "... I can understand that you don't like the man, mainly because of his flashiness. But listen here young man! That man has singlehandedly ended an age of villainy! He was rescuing civilians and capturing villains while you were still a blink in your daddies eye! He has given more than ANYONE can expect of him and continues to give more than he should! HE IS MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE! Only sheer chivalry and heroic spirit is stopping him from taking his last breath!" Recovery girls heavy enraged breathing was coming from the other end and Aizawa felt distinctly chastised.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He starts, but Recovery girls tired voice stops him midsentence.
"It's fine." She sighs "i got a bit agitated. He is one of my oldest patients that wasn't in school with me and I got a bit invested in his well being. The fact is, due to nightmares and injuries he has trouble sleeping. If he is lucky he gets five consecutive hours on sleep, on a lucky day. Mostly half." Shoutas eyes widen in disbelief, that was actually less than him, that can't be healthy!
"I understand that this is an important subject for you, but give him some rest, please." And before he can confirm and apologize again she hangs up, leaving him with feelings both of guilt and agitation. Not at All Might, but at himself, having discovered some facets to himself that creeped up on him without notice. Facets he doesn't like. Mentally chastising himself he orders the class to gather. Hopefully he gets some time to sleep, or think, on the drive over.
The class was gathering at the bus and Iida, was of the opinion that someone should take matters in hand that everything goes smoothly. Sadly the rep was not showing initiative! A shame. But no worries! Iida Tenya, chosen vice will handle it!
"Everyone!" He thunders. "I have established a seating order! I would have wished our chosen Representative to show some initiative!" He gives a look of reprimandation to Momo, who flinches and shrinks visibly. "But for lack of alternative please use mine!" And he acts to start handing out leaflets- when and how did he make those!?
Aizawa sees what is happening and decides not to intervene and only stare blankly at the class' princess.
Momo wilts initially at the attention, but soon gathers herself and reacts to the unspoken question.
"U-Um" That does not mean she wasn't nervous to speak up to the tall overbearing boy. "The bus has a special layout different from normal ones, so planning in advance wasn't possible and going with student number is not viable." She bows slightly to the shell-shocked boy, before turning to the rest of the class, most of which were smiling encouragingly at her. "Please form a line and proceed to the place of your choice! The front seat is reserved for Sensei!" Once she got going she swiftly took control and things proceeded swiftly and orderly.
"I must apologize, Yaoyorozu-san! I acted rashly and made a mockery of my position! I hope you can give me one more chance! I-" Iida was prostrating himself to the heiress, who was looking a bit embarrassed, but had a strange glint in her eyes, but she only lifted a dainty hand and stopped his ruckus.
Just in time, because Aizawa was not looking patient today.
"Iida-kun! It's alright. Technically you did exactly what you were supposed to." She finishes with a shaky smile and a look down to her lap.
"Wh-What do you mean? I shamed you and myself with my actions!" Iidas arm was making overtime, much to the delight of Domo, the little weirdo.
Momo shakes her head softly. "The reason Sensei made you the vice and me the rep was because you knew what you wanted and I hesitated." She says.
"!? Um... Huh?" iida did not understand at all.
"It's a lesson. We were both equally qualified, but were both lacking key qualities. Self confidence" she points at herself. "And restraint." she points at Iida, who was shocked with sudden enlightenment. "I see you understand."
"So Vice Iida, please help me to improve myself even more and i will do the same." she finishes with a smile. Iida nods like a maniac and his arm is going absolutely crazy, but in his first act of restraint he doesn't say anything.
The others sitting around take heart in the class leaders new bond and get comfortable in their seats.
All except Tsuyu who was looking a bit red in the face, which couldn't possibly have anything to do with her seat being next to Izukus.
'Just act natural, Tsuyu! It's just a stupid crush, nothing to lose your cool over! He is nothing special! Just a boy, a bit on the plain side, very nice and sweet, hardworking, famous, comes with snacks that does things to your quirk, he's green...' The battle is not looking good. Aand he just smiled at her shyly- critical hit!
"*RIBBIT*" Tsuyus face goes pale and you can almost see the soul escape her body.
OMG did she just do what I think she did!? She did! Easy now, play it cool. They have no way of knowing that you want to do all kinds of things to the nice little green boy. They couldn't understand it! No one -!? KODA! You little bitch! Did you...?
Indeed the timid boys face was blood red and he was doing his best to meet nobody's eyes. Oh look out there! I'm too busy looking out the window to hear any mating calls from any more animal oriented people don't mind me!
I knew I should have struck him from the story!
As Tsuyu was trying to recover from the shame, Izuku was looking at her a bit worried that she seemed a bit pale, so he pops out a handful of blues and gives it to her with a smile. He doesn't notice her reaction for that was when he sees something in the corner of his eye.
His head snaps up and focuses on the object of his obsession, his stare penetrating matter and burning his victim. His sole focus lay on that.
Something that everyone notices. They all turn to see what held the focus of their little celebrity and found... Jirou.
Jirou staring back like a deer in headlights, clutching her phone which got one of her sticks plucked inside.
Izuku continues to stare both blank and at the same time extremely focused.
Jirou felt like the kid with the cookie jar, but instead of the hand inside the jar, the cookie was already in her mouth and she was standing there not daring to chew. The spit was gathering and the chocolate was melting and the person catching you was. Just. Staring.
Jirou was looking around, feeling the metaphorical cookie in her mouth and tried to make sense of Izukus fixation. Did she have something on her face? Was he starstruck by her beauty? Did that damn Kaminari give her bad hair!?
"Jirou-chan!" The sudden noise from the green boy startled more than a few of those observing.
"Y-Yes, Midoryia-kun?" she asks cautiously.
"Your quirk is so interesting! Could you explain it to me?" And his eyes were fixated on the pick stuck in her phone.
"O-Okay..." She was a bit weirded out by his behaviour, but saw no reason not to fulfill his request. "As you can see my earlobes are mutated into audio picks. I can stick them into a surface to either listen or send in my heartbeat as a sound attack."
Izuku nods and repeats to get some more insight. "So what you 'pluck in' to becomes either an microfon or a speaker, you could say." She thinks for a moment and then nods.
"If I remember correctly you stabbed the walls and floor of the building to gather information. So it was less your superior hearing and more the building being a giant ear?" He asks. The others around intrigued by the idea.
Jirou was torn how to answer. She tilted to one side and then the other before lifting her arms in a 'kinda?' pose. "Not exactly, but also not incorrect. You didn't say anything wrong, but it's hard to explain..." she was searching for words, but Izuku was waving her concerns away.
"It's alright. It's YOUR quirk after all, so you obviously understand it better." He looks at the phone again. "I would still like to know something, if that's alright." She nods and he points at the phone. "Is that custommade?"
For a moment she doesn't understand what he means before realizing and shaking her head. "No! Just a normal phone! My audio plucks have the same size as normal ones." she holds up her phone and shows it was a standard brand and shows her pluck.
Quirks are natural and explainable my left nut! How the hell does nature form a manmade pluck!? But this is not the reason for this whole scene, beside my problems with the 'hardware'- no we are more concerned with 'software'.
"So you can listen to music like that? Does it take the hearing from that ear or is it always like you have very NON-noisecancelling headphones?" Izuku was getting closer to what he wants, but it was still terribly intriguing to talk about quirks like that. The many years of having to figure out his own strange quirk have made it a passion of his.
"Yes to the first question. And for the second. I can actually control it to a degree, like I can concentrate more on the music and the sound from my ears gets 'dimmed'." She explains before self-consciously laughing. "What are you getting at?" The others also would like to know.
"It was mostly because the concept of a human being plucking into a piece of technic like he was some hardware was novel to me, but now there is something else." He turns around and addresses Laserboy. "Aoyama? Did she pluck it into your ears? And what did you feel?"
Aoyama was all too ready to stand in te spotlight, even if the subject was rather painful to remember.
"She stabbed me in the back, mon ami~. And it felt like a giant wave of force going through my body in a steady rhythm." The french reject was flashing a smile.
They all ignore for a moment that Jirou stabbed her partner with metal pricks at least 2 cm long and 1 cm thick, though Izuku makes a mental note, directly into his flesh and concentrate on what Izuku could want.
Finally Izuku showed mercy and asked another question. "Does it HAVE to be your heartbeat? Or is it any sound your body makes and that one was just the most socially acceptable." He asks.
"Huh?" Kaminari looks at his sitting partner, Sero, for an explanation. The human tape dispenser frowns and goes a bit red before pointing at his stomach and growling a bit. Kaminari understood and came to, though correct, but unacceptable to utter out loud conclusions.
"Oh like f- URG!" Before he could speak the forbidden words Mina and Tooru stopped the heathen from uttering another tone. Sero did not receive divine retribution, but received a silent warning of cold eyes above kind smiles, the kindness as real as the signature on Endeavours fan ware.
Izuku ignores them as does Jirou who thinks for a bit while she fiddles with her pluck. "I honestly never tried..." She admits a bit embarrassed.
Izuku nods and then points at her. "There isn't enough time to experiment right now, but I am curious about some things. First : Is your heart mutated? The pumping of blood produces sound, but that isn't the purpose of it. So the question is if you just take that sound because it is the loudest or because your heart is the microphone. To answer that you would have to play sound from somewhere else in your body, like a cracking finger or a soda fizzling in your stomach. If that works could you technically amplify your own voice? It's a bit far stretched, but the inside of your throat is still inside of your body." The whole bus- the class, Aizawa and even the robot driving- were taken aback by the torrent of words flowing from the normally so nervous and rather passive boy. The only one not affected was Katsuki, as his annoyed look and grinding teeth was considered normal.
Unheeding of his audiences shock Izuku continues unhindered.
"But that is just to test the limits of your inner recordings. What really interests me is that." And he points again at her phone. "You say you can listen to the music by plucking in. That means you either are naturally able to act as a speaker for your own mind, OR -" And here he looks into Jirous eyes with sparkling eyes and a hint of mania. "- or you take in and process the electrical signals from the phone into music. Now I don't think I need to explain the difference." Multiple ignored shakes of head." But only from you listening to music like this there is the strong possibility that you can use it for your hero work." He actually notices that Jirou did not understand how that would be possible and gleefully explains some more, because the fucking chapter isn't long enough and I'm not even at the important part.
"You should technically be able to play the music as an attack like you do your heartbeat, which should be more effective as you can swap between high and low frequencies and other effects. AND-"
'God there's more!?' The whole class and the teacher and the robot driver and the author simultaneously think.
"You may be able to send your thoughts into someone. Which isn't that useful I admit as your range is rather limited, but I'm intrigued what language your thoughts would be. Would you talk english? Would you not send words that are understandable as everyone interprets thoughts different? Or would you be able to think in 'your language' to a foreigner and they would understand you perfectly?" Izukus eyes shine like two bright stars in a clear night. "IT'S SO FASCINATING!" He gushes.
Before anyone can recover from what they just experienced they feel the bus stop and Aizawa's dry tone declare that "We're here."
(Thank god... onto the main part I guess... I almost don't feel like puking ...)
Aizawa limply took place in front of the class and gives them a rundown.
"This is the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, USJ for short.-" Kaminari cheers "Dodged the copyright!" The class chuckles in amusement... I don't think I have to mention that Katsuki and Candy cane aren't chuckling at such moments, right? Okay! Carrying on.
"In here you will experience multiple extreme examples of rescue operations. Flaming buildings, rescue at sea, earthquakes, and so on. This is built so you can gain experience in an controlled environment instead of getting thrown in headfirst. You will find some simulations to be more to your strengths and some where you will be next to useless. As they say 'A weakness known is a strength found'." The speech would honestly work better with just a bit more enthusiasm, or any at all.
Sero lifts his arm. "Who said that?" Others were also mildly interested, especially Momo who thought she had studied all the important quotes of wisdom.
Aizawa is silent for a moment and blankly stares at Seto before, finally, saying "Me. Just now." Before the class can rect he turns around and walks into the USJ, forcing them to keep up. "Today we will be joined by an assistant teacher and All Might sometime today, or not. I don't know." He explains(?).
Iida was on the case. "Excuse me Sensei! What do you mean with assistants and All Might?" Iida would have said more about U.A and noble faculties and a need to keep up a standard of education, but he did not dare do that with Aizawa watching him groggily. Momo was taking notes. After a sigh that makes Iida flinch Aizawa explains again.
"As I said. All Might should join us today, but he was held back for private reasons." The whole class immediately was concerned for his health. "He should join us later, most likely in the afternoon, maybe earlier, but I cannot tell you anything specific. And as for the assistant." Aizawa opens the door and they step inside.
The class yells in astonishment at the fantastic sight that greets them. They can see a mountain in the back, a city on fire, a jungle, an astronaut and a large lake with a ship. Wait a second. Wha-?
The astronaut cheerfully(?) waves at them and stumbles closer. In his left ear Izuku can hear a high pitched note, which turns out to be Ochaco keening as she recognizes one of her favorite heroes. "Space Hero: Thirteen!1!"
The astronaut nods and steps closer, revealing RIDICULOUS pants. I have so many questions. This doesn't smell like teen spirit, but plotholes. What the fuck are these short pants!? What is with you needing to contain your quirk or whatever!?
Fuck it - skip the speech everyone read like twenty time by now. Enter villains!
As the class was dutifully hanging on ever word from Thirteen- especially the 'I have one thing to say. Or two. Or maybe three' part- a huge dark portal made of dark clouds opened at the center, at the fountain and the lights went out, making it dimmer, but more than bright enough to see.
Eraserhead immediately went in high alert. "Everyone step back and don't move! Thirteen protect them!" he orders.
Stepping out of the fog was a huge mass of people, many with obvious mutations, followed by a young man with grayish hair and hands all over his upper body. Following him was a hulking giant with a birdlike face and exposed brain, much to the distress and disgust of the students.
Last to come out before the portal shrank to a person made of the same clouds as the portal was a young man in a bartender outfit and rust colored hair, who immediately started running away from the group to the left before he collapses and throws up a huge amount of blood.
Izuku watches one person after the other exit the portal, then the presumed leader with hands, his mutilated henchman and then some boy.
The boy sprinted away before collapsing after spewing up blood. Izuku immediately tries to sprint to his help, but is held back by Kirishima. "What are you doing,Izuku!?" His friend asks with fear in his eyes.
"We have to help him!" Izuku turns to point to the ... the...
What was he doing again? Doesn't matter! The portal was just collapsing in on itself until a tall person in a vest and high steel collar stood in its place. He was made of the same stuff as the portal so obviously the origin of it.
Everyone was ignoring the collapsed kid.
Everyone but the Leader, who scoffs and shrugs his shoulders before ignoring him, the Portal guy who was watching his collapsed form, but doing nothing more.
And Eraserhead, who immediately recognizes young Yukoku Roberu and started grinding his teeth as he can easily guess the young mans problem.
The question was: If he negates the commands that affect him right now, will they let him go? Izuku making to sprint behind him before being stopped by Kirishima gives him an idea. A stupid idea.
"Midoriya!" he barks. "Sensei!" Izuku stands at attention.
"Throw out enough yellow to transport a young adult!" Straight away poffs ring out behind him. "Can you see the blood on the ground over there?" One problem with being immune was not knowing how far others were affected.
"Eh? Blood? Where? -!? YES I can see it" The boy was obviously confused but trusted in his teachers orders.
"A young man will appear there soon, secure him and treat him if necessary. Keep him out of the way! He is a civilian!" Orders given he activates his quirk on Roberu.
The villains were thrown off momentarily by new thoughts popping into their heads. Shigarakis friend! The confusion allows the pack of five yellows to dash in and scoop up the boy and dash back.
They weren't safe yet as everything hinges in Shigarakis reaction, but the young man had strange luck for once as Shigaraki was not interested in his old friend and did not order the Nomu to interfere. This did not mean he would not kill him at the first opportunity. ;)
The yellows bring back the young man and stop next to Eraserhead, who quickly checks him over for any obvious wounds, thankfully it seems like it is only a case of quirk feedback. "E-Eraser..." Roberu was still trying to recover and Eraserhead silenced him with a lifted finger. "Stay in the back and try to recover. Do NOT use your quirk! No matter what!" He glares to make it clear and turns back to his students. "If he doesn't behave, gag him! He means well, but his quirk feedback can kill him." The class salutes in confirmation and Momo looks one second from creating a gag.
Orders given Eraserhead makes himself ready to head into battle, when Izukus voice stops him. "Sensei! You can't mean to take them on alone!" The fear and disbelief was clear to see in his face. "My job as a teacher is to protect you! And my job as a pro hero means that it is my duty to clean up villains like this. None of you have been prepared for this yet! So stand back and let the pros handle this." Meaning himself because Thirteen was a specialised hero and as useful as the students in the situation.
Normally Izuku would have stood down or one of the other held him back, but he knows firsthand about the failures of pros and despite the relaxed atmosphere and without his knowledge, Izukus word held much sway with the class. Added to that Eraserhead already made use of Izukus minions.
Eraserhead must have had the same thought as his gaze strayed down to the yellows still at Roberus side and he mentally changed gears, from solofighter to general.
'How many forces has he? What is his limit? There is no time to ask, nevermind test.' Eraserhead comes to a decision-
"I hate to interrupt like this, but there is a plan to follow. So please go about your business 'Hero'."
-but before he can act a portal opens behind him and deposits him smack in the middle of the villain crowd. 'Back to plan A it is' he things ruefully as he demonstrates that he may be outnumbered, but far from outskilled.
The class watches with despair in their hearts as their teacher was sucked into a portal, only his immediate reappearance amongst the crowd of villains stops their hearts from breaking.
But the relief was only fleeting as the reality of the situation became clear. Their shield was gone and they were alone with the teleport villain, a power none of them was brazen enough to underestimate. That only left...
"Get behind me children!" Thirteen bravely steps up and stands between the villain and her charge. Deciding that no words need be said anymore and that this was a crisis that validated the use of her quirk on persons, she raises her hand and from the tip of her finger opened an abyss into a blackhole. The vacuum created by the impossible forces promptly started sucking in the gaseous figure of the enemy. Or at least that was what he let them belief.
"Thirteen! Stop!" The students could see another portal open, directly behind the hero. The impartial force of the black hole immediately began to eat at the hero's costume and back, destroying the former and greatly harming the latter. The unimaginable pain of having her back shredded by a black hole rendered the hero unconscious. Another hero out and first hero down, the way is free to the prize.
"Well, that takes care of that. Excuse me where are my manners. My name is Kurogiri and I'm here with the League of Villains and our objective is to kill the 'Symbol of Peace' - All Might. Delighted." The villain nonchalantly swipes of some perceived dust from his clothes as he speaks of murdering the greatest hero and then bows gallantly to the shellshocked students as if they were meeting at a tea party. Yaoyorozu could even recognize that he was keeping perfect form, the bizarre thought almost makes her laugh of sheer incredulity.
The villain stops his bow, seeming strangely disappointed in their manners and continues his introduction.
"Sadly time is fleeting, so I have to cut this a bit short." And his golden eyes in the black fog start glowing eerily. "Where is All Might? We were sure he was going to be here, but I cannot see him. Would you be so kind to tell me without me having to torture you?" His tone was friendly, but his raised hand and extended fog was anything but.
"And I spend so much time and effort to prepare something special for him." At last the presumed leader with the hands all other was speaking, in a low almost disinterested tone. "Maybe he shows up when we kill some kids?" Only to change to a more and excited and invested tone as he asks the question.
Kurogiri nods and opens multiple portals to suck in the students. "Understood Shigaraki Tomura."
"NOT SO FAST YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Katsuki was way past holding back and propelled himself forward with multiple explosions to disperse the gate villain. Or in other words. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
The villain was not impressed and opened a portal directly in front of him that swallowed the explosion boy instantly. Shortly after portals managed to suck up Tsuyu, Susume and Koda. Another sucked up Jirou, Momo, Kaminari and Domo. Yet another got Aoyama, Mashirao and Sato and two final portals sucked up Shoji, Sero, the five yellows and Tokoyami, while the other would have sucked up Mina, Ochaco shoved her away and so saved her of that, but could not escape the fate herself. Finally the portals close and Kurogiri behelds those leftover, which were Mina, Iida, Kirishima, Izuku, Caesar, Rocky, (Dio), Sakura, Gonzales and Todoroki.
Kurogiri no longer held human emotion, but there was something exasperated about his foggy expression. Did classes always have this many students?
"URARAKA! KACCHAN! EVERYONE!" Izukus mind went into overdrive as he frantically searched for a way out of this predicament.
'We're in huge trouble! Sensei won't manage alone, Thirteen is out, the class is split and the way out is barred because the electricity is out and they certainly won't let us flee like that. Still...' He looks around, looking for ideas.
Caesar was burning to fight like his parent and was only held back by Rockys and Sakura's joined effort. Nearby Iida was carrying the wounded civilian. A desperate plan begins to form.
"CAESAR!" He points at Kurogiri and pops out all 30 reds in his onion. "Go wild!" He doesn't watch what happens and sprints towards Iida, at the same time transforming his vest into a whip and grabbing Rocky with the tip. "Iida! Take the civilian and run! Notify the school!" And he swings his flail and busts open a sizable hole into the metal door, Rocky reacting to his desperation and amplifying the destructive force of the swing even more than usual.
"Midoriya! But- HNG! UNDERSTOOD! Help is on the way!" He would have liked to protest and rather help out his classmates, but it was undeniable that the civilian had to be secured, also treated as soon as possible, and the teachers had to be made aware of what was happening. The only one who could do both at the same time in a reasonable time was him. With a heavy heart he turns around and blasts off.
Kurogiri watches in seeming bemusement as even more obstacles appeared, what a curious quirk, but he just opened another portal and the group of red figures disappeared. The students weren't idle though and he could only watch as one of them, really two, ran away. He was about to open a portal to bring them back when. '... They are out of jurisdiction! Return to mission!' The same voice from last time rang out.
*Running selfcheck*
Running ... All systems normal
Understood
The portal intended for the fleeing pair was instead used to send away the son of Endeavour. In the next moment he had to dodge the flail that destroyed the door and he decided that he had done enough for now and returns to Shigarakis side.
Izuku uses the chance to pop out more blues, pinks and rocks and combine to form a flying platform. "Get on!" Mina and Kirishima follow him on the plattform, holding Thirteen between them. The unconscious hero gets secured with some more blues and they take off to hover near the ceiling, hoping against hope that they will get some reprieve up here. As far as they can see the only villain able to fly was Kurogiri and he was seemingly done for now.
Shigaraki was keeping a close eye on Eraserhead and the systematic takedown of his forces. A devious smirk grows on his face as he spots something interesting. Confident in his observation he goes on the attack.
He waits for one of the goons with a mutation quirk to engage him and slips inside his guard, as expected Eraserhead focuses his red gaze on him instead of the more direct threat and something else. "I think I have it figured out." He mocks the hero. "Your hair starts floating whenever you cancel a quirk! And you cannot cancel or affect mutation quirks! Must be frustrating that I brought so many mutation holder, eh?" A wolfish grin slices across Shigaraki's face.
Eraserhead was not impressed, "So what you spotted my tell?" And he roundhouse kicks the villain in front of him "And so what if there are quirks i cannot negate!? I am a hero! Taking you down comes naturally! So come!" With that declaration he spins into an attack, but the young villain was surprisingly fast and experienced in battle. He could not get a grip on him, added to the fact that there were still other villains to take down it was not looking too good.
He hears an explosion in the background and from the corner of his eyes he can spot a hole in the door. 'They escaped! Help should be on the way soon!' the relief held only short as soon after the gate villain returned to Shigarakis side.
"Excuse me Shigaraki Tomura, one managed to slip through." He was bringing good news surprisingly, but there was more. "We should hurry, as there will be more heroes here soon. On the other hand, the students have been successfully split up and should be taken care of momentarily." Eraserhead did not like the sound of that.
"You left one slip through!? I should kill you right now! If you weren't our way out..." Shigaraki trails off as he spots a floating piece of rock rise in the air where the last students were supposed to be. As he watches the strange spectacle he does something completely unexpected - he starts laughing.
"Hahaha! Would you look at that Kurogiri! Trying to get the upper hand? The high ground? Or are they just trying to escape? Ne, Eraser, what do you think?" And he grins evilly as he points at the float. "Looks like a giant target, doesn't it!? Nomu! Take care of it." And for the first time since stepping through the gate the strange monstrosity with the exposed brain starts moving. "Beautiful, right? Specially created to kill All Might, meaning it has both his speed and his strength, plus something extra." Shigaraki mocks the hero as the Nomu grabs a rock as large as its head and hurls it at unbelievable speeds at the floating rock formation, but before it can hit it thing breaks up and rains down the rocks forming it on the villains bellow them, taking out almost all the villains except for Kurogiri, Shigaraki and the Nomu.
"TAKE THIS!" One of the students with red hair falls like a meteor on one of the last villains and knocks him out, he looks like he has some kind of hardening quirk, he was wearing a strange blue shirt and strange blue bracer on his forearms.
-earlier-
"What's the plan, Midoriya?" Ashido was turned to their de facto leader and waiting for his plan. "It's true that we are out of the way from most of the villains, but we are sitting ducks here! It just needs one range quirk and that's it!" She nervously glances down at the mass of villains, always expecting an attack, but Izuku only shakes his head.
"This is only a diversion." He points to the beams holding up the ceiling, each was thick enough to comfortably stand on. "We secure Thirteen up there and then we counter attack." He declares. Kirishima is shocked and confused.
"Counter!? But Sensei said-" "Sensei needs our help! We cannot stand back, we MUST act. Or at least that is what I think." Izuku started strong as he objects Kirishima, but his confidence soon leaves him and he starts doubting if that is the right course of action, something which both can see.
Kirishima and Mina look at each other, checking each others resolve before nodding. "Alright! What is the plan?" Izuku tears up for a moment before shaking himself and turning serious.
"Kurogiri is too dangerous to take on alone, the leader I'd rather not mess with and the buff dude with the exposed brain screams danger. That's why our main goal will be the other villains, which should clear up Sensei and keep us from the worst danger. Also-" They both listen closely to his plan before nodding.
After they secured Thirteen Izuku pops out a huge amount of blues and gives them to both of them to wear as protection. Then they break up the float and jump down with a pink on their back slowing their fall and attack any villains left standing after the Rocks shower.
Soon the only ones left standing were the three main villains and the heroes.
Aizawa is furious! "I told you to stay back!" He barks at them. Izuku shakes his head. "That was no longer an option Sensei." Which made him grind his teth in frustration. Shigaraki mocking him did not help.
"Rebellious students mister teacher? That's no good! Bad students have to be punished. Allow me-Nomu" The beast that turned motionless after its target was 'destroyed' perks up again. Shigaraki points at the defending Kirishima. "Blow him away."
Kirishima heard the command and had only just enough time to lift his arms and brace before the giant figure already was upon him.
*CRACK*
One second Kirishma's whole body was comically folded over the fist of the giant and the next he was blown away at high speeds and crashing into a rock which breaks on impact and Kirishima was buried.
"KIRISHIMA!" Aizawa and Izuku scream for their friend/student, Eraserheads eyes still red from when he tried to stop or at least weaken the blow. Suddenly something touched his arm and a burning sensation, like being dunked in acid followed. "Eyes on the price Eraser." The leader of the villains used his lack of attention to get in a cheap shot. One could almost think he was trying to kill him. Izuku runs to dig out the redhead while Aizawa backhands Shigaraki who had thought the pain would stun the hero more.
But Eraserhead wasn't a workaholic for nothing and has become used to working with and through pain that would have crippled lesser heroes. He makes sure the villain was safely away before looking down and checking the wound. It was gnarly. the upper layer of skin and flesh was destroyed and the edges were cracked like a damaged statue. He still could use his arm, but nowhere to full potential and it would hurt. Badly.
"Disintegration." Eraserhead snarls under his breath and Shigaraki smiles in triumph.
"Exactly! If I touch something with all five fingers." He picks up a rock and touches all five fingers to it. "It turns to dust." And the rock did. "You were pretty lucky Eraserhead! Just a second more and your arm would have been cut off at the elbow!" The villain cheers.
Izuku meanwhile managed to dig free Kirishima who was a bit worse for wear, but thankfully unbroken, or mostly, judging by the way he held his left arm. "The bracers really saved my life there, Dude. Thanks! *cough*" He was sitting tenderly and breathing with much care, Izuku did not dare move him and instead popped out two slimes to lay on his chest. With the three he used for Thirteen that left only five (and Dio), but thanks to their healing Kirishima was able to stand up again, much to the displeasure of Shigaraki.
"Oi! Oioioi! Is that some kinda cheat code!? Do you have a white mage!? Is he a tank!? Or did Nomu just whiff? Doesn't matter! When I say you are out. You. Are. Out. Nomu! Take care of that." And he points at the stumbling Kirishima.
"No you don't!" Before the Nomu can follow the (rather unclear) commands it is wrapped in Eraserheads capture weapon who wastes no time and uses even more of his scarf to snatch Shigarakis outstretched arm and using himself as counter starts reeling it in and forcing Shigaraki to stumble closer to the still unmoving Nomu. His goal was clear and he bracing himself for Shigaraki to struggle or to try to free himself, but he obediently moves closer and even voluntarily places his hand on the Nomus shoulder, disintegrating it and amputating the arm. Then he starts to laugh madly making the heroes think he lost his mind only to stare in horror and disgust as the arm regrows!
While the heroes stare in horror Shigaraki destroys most of Eraserhead capture scarf, rendering it useless. "I told you! Nomu was specifically designed to kill All Might! He won't go down that easily! But speaking of killing..." Shigaraki points at Eraserhead. "We've been here for ten minutes by now and I still don't see any blood! Nomu! Rip out his guts." Clear instructions given the beast rushes to fulfil its masters command.
Eraserhead had no time to dodge or prepare as it seemingly vanished from sight only to reappear in front of him. A sharp pain in his stomach and then numbness. Sweat flowing in rivets, his heartbeat thundering in his ears and a strange calm falls over him. Already aware what he will see he looks down and sees a huge muscular arm buried half the way to the elbow in his stomach. Time stops for a moment and he thinks he can see something pink in the corner of his eye.
He turns.
Sitting on a rock nearby was a tall beautiful woman with long pink hair in a leather dress with spikes like teeth. Leaning next to her was a giant morbid scythe and on her lap rests a open book. The woman looks displeased and shakes her head as her eyes meet his. Pink diamonds in blood soften in pity.
"Sorry Dog." Her voice was like nothing ever heard before and as he struggles to understand what she said his world slowly turns black.
The woman looks down at her book and frowns heavily.
And time moves again.
"SENSEIIII!" Izuku watches in horror as the Nomu pulls out his hand from his teachers stomach, something bloody and fleshy in his grip that Izuku does not want to think about. His breath comes in sharp bursts and a high pitched ringing deafens his ears, making him unable to hear his friends horrified exclamations. Or the roar of the beast delighting in the kill.
Without conscious thought his own feeler comes around and deposits the whistle in his mouth. The touch to his lips wakes him up and tells him what to do. He blows.
*TWIIIIIEEEET*
Izuku had never had much use for his whistle as he was mostly using smaller groups, left them under Caesars command or used them himself directly, but now the function becomes clear as the onion opens up like a flower and deposits every pikmin in his storage plus some more.
The area around him fills with an ocean of Blues, a couple Reds, some Yellows and Rocks, six Slimes and some Pinks. Izuku snaps out his whip and the flail turns into a giant morning star as more Blues and Rocks cling to the head, Rocky in the front and he swings with his whole body.
"Oi! Is he a summoner? Some kinda cheat code? He looks kinda familiar..." For the first time Shigaraki actually looks at Izuku as something more than a faceless mob to kill and he finally recognizes him as the giant ball of Blues and Rocks impacts the Nomu and actually throws it back some distance. "You're that Midoriya kid, aren't you? They can't keep gushing about you on the news and what not, makes me glad I don't watch such propaganda."
Izuku uses the villain talking to grab Aizawa's cor- body and drag him closer to 'safety'. He winces, but tries to not look as some fleshy things get stuck on some rocks on the way over. Once there he immediately slaps all six Slimes on the teacher and goes back on the attack. The six Slimes sit on the wound and keep their size.
Shigaraki watches his Nomu lie on the ground and not get up. "Oi! What's the old up? Stand up already! No way that did you in!" The Nomu does as ordered but collapses again due to his broken leg bones. Now that Shigaraki listens he can hear countless pops from the nomus body as the bones rush to fix themselves. "Your bones are broken!?" He asks in disbelief.
Izuku uses the opportunity to launch an attack against Shigaraki as his forces prepare.
Shigarakis eyes narrow and he dodges a swing of the flail and another which pulverizes a rock behind him. "Hm.." On the third swing the Nomu was regenerated enough to act. "Catch it." Izukus amateur whip skills were no match for Nomus superior inhuman speed.
Shigaraki checks over Nomus catch. Indeed its fingers are broken again and as he looks down two teary eyes glare at him. "What the?" An abomination of rock and plant, with eyes and arms and legs! "No matter. Nomu destroy it."
Nomus gigantic muscles strain as he tries to crush the small rock creature, but nothing happens. Next he throws it on the ground and stomps on it, but only his foot gets broken. He rains down a barrage of punches until its fist are pulp, but Rocky only continues to glare tearfully through the blood covering him.
"What is that!?" Shigaraki finally deigns to handle it himself, but even touching it with five fingers bothers the small rock and only disintegrates the blood covering him. Rocky tries to reach him as he touches him but only manages to touch the Nomu, who breaks another bone. " I see. This is some ultimate shield, ultimate spear shit! And all in one so you can't use one against the other. I must commend you summoner, that is some first rate bullshit cheat code you pulled off. Too bad it has such design flaws. Nomu, bury it." Straight away the Nomu digs a small hole, dunks the rock with fully force and closes it. Rocky is out of the fight.
But Izuku was not idle in the few moments they were busy with Rocky. He knew he could not attack Shigaraki as long as Nomu was around. And the beasts strength and speed made it almost impossible to catch. Almost.
Izukus preparations were done. Now it was for fate to decide if they survived the day.
Izuku takes one last deep breath. "FIRE!"
Around him little slings formed by Blues fire Rocks at the two villains, the numbers were added by the Rocks gathered from the initial assault against the lesser villains.
"Useless!" Shigaraki watches unconcerned as the Nomu punches the Rocks out of the air, which different from their original, all crack and 'die', which was fine as that wasn't the objective of this attack.
"NOW!" Izuku gives signals to the Yellows who immediately start running circles around the nomu, drawing long lines of Blues behind them. Izuku himself uses his whip to plant the few Reds he has onto the 'Ropes' - amplifying their strength.
The few Pinks in his command meanwhile sacrifice their lives to carry Shigaraki away from the Nomu and prevent him from disintegrating the net they are creating. Each Pink was quickly destroyed, but each managed to carry him a small distance and soon there were at least ten meter between him and the Nomu.
The Nomu was not moving while it was bound as no real attack was taken against him and because he was not yet ordered to, something which Izuku was secretly counting on. All or nothing!
"MINA! NOW!" He shouts at the top of his voice, his desperation coming through as he prays to any deity that will listen to PLEASE MAKE THIS WORK!
"FOR SENSEI!" Shigarakis head snaps up in surprise as the voice rings out from above!? Indeed some pink-colored pest with horns was using one of these pink pests to slowly fall from the ceiling. What was she up to!?
"ACID JET!" Mina formed the strongest acid she ever formed, actually burning her own skin and making her lift back up a bit, all at her target- The exposed brain of the beast that ki- wounded her teacher!
The high powered stream of highly potent acid his the mark perfectly.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH" For the first time the beast was using its voice to utter a terrifying scream of pain. The sound was so loud that Izuku was forced to his knees holding his ears and Mina was in danger of falling down. Soon the sound changed, but the sound that came next almost made them wish for the former to return. The acid was obviously destroying the whole head and throat, making it seem like the monster was drowning while screaming and ending in something that reminded izuku eerily of the slime villain, but finally there was silence and the beast collapses, still bound in Pikmin and the heroes dared to let out a breath before turning to Shigaraki.
"Give up! You are outnumbered and your precious Nomu is defeated!" Izukus voice was shaking, but gained strength quickly, ending with a powerful declaration fitting of the hero he dreams to be.
Shigaraki says nothing, does nothing, just stares at the corpse of the Nomu.
*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*
The heroes flinch at the sudden sound and tighten their fists as the villain starts clapping. "Well done, 'Heroes!' You fulfilled the quest and slayed the beast! A tank, a black mage and a summoner are a bit of a strange combo, but if it works right!" He was unnerving them with his nonchalant talk, but they were still assured of their victory... until he started smiling.
"Time for second phase." He declares and to their horror the head of the nomu slowly regrows, forming a skeleton, then muscle, before forming its strange skin, still leaving the brain exposed.
"That's impossible! We destroyed it's brain, the center of the quirk factor! He cannot regenerate without the signal or plan how to!" Izuku was calling bullshit and Shigaraki looks actually impressed at his knowledge of quirk-biology.
"Correct! But who said he only had one brain?" Shigaraki asks like a professor asking a student in class. "This is the completed Nomu to kill All Might! This isn't some half-baked piece of junk like you think it is. OF COURSE the exposed brain is a bit obvious right? So you put in another brain that has the plan for the original plan stored and PRESTO! A weakness becomes an exploit. The plan was originally to hammer All Might while he thought he won, so congrats on using acid as the reflex didn't even activate, but ultimately this was only an annoyance. Too bad, 'heroes'." Shigarakis gleeful explanation and mocking was too much for Mina who collapsed to her knees, her will broken. Kirishima was tempted to do the same, but seeing her collapse brought out his inner strength and he picked her up to carry to safety, hoping that Izuku can buy them some seconds.
"PIKMIN BIND HIM!" Izuku was insensate, he had no more plans and no more Pikmin. The last shred of hope was Iida returning with reinforcements, which was unlikely, for what felt like hours was still only minutes!
Not willing to give up Izuku swings is whip with new spirit and snatches up Rocky who was dug free by the Yellows. "I'M NOT GIVING UP YET!" Screw his shaking voice! His cluttering teeth! His trembling legs! This was a heroes last stand!
Shigaraki was not impressed. "Cute. Nomu." The nomu effortlessly breaks his 'chains' killing most of the Pikmin building them. "Attack." The Nomu vanishes from sight and appears with Izuku folded over his arm like his friend. The Blues building his vest inflated as much as possible to save their master, but in the end Izuku flows back and smashes in a rock next to Kirishima and Mina.
to be continued