Author's notes: I put this one at the start for a reason...

Fight scenes are the hardest (and most time-consuming) things for me to write, but I think turned out dandy. I hope all y'all like it, and thanks for your reviews, follows, and favorites!


Hell is empty, and all the devils are here! – William Shakespeare

USJ. I could talk about the travesty for hours, days. After all these years, I still do. We still do. Occasionally, a perfectly jovial gathering with my friends takes a dark turn. All of us have dark things to talk about, and we experienced far too many together, but USJ shall forever hold a special place in our hearts. A dark place that emerges at night, when you wake up screaming.

We weren't ready for it. We had plenty of powerhouses. Heck, the top five positions in the hero rankings tend to be dominated by class 1-A's remaining alumni, but we were children. I was a child, no matter what I went through at that point.

We went to USJ to learn about rescuing people during disasters. Instead, a different idea shoved itself down our throats.

Sometimes, only you can save yourself.

Maybe that's why we became so powerful. We would've died otherwise.

BREAK LOGIC

Eri nodded to Thirteen's speech. In many ways, they had similar Quirks. They, since Thirteen always wore their space-themed suit and remained more private than even her father, had a Quirk called Black Hole. It made black holes and could kill anyone.

They also used it for good. In fact, Thirteen lived like a pacifist, only working with rescue operations. It made their speech even more powerful. Quirks had the power to kill, but with enough training and efforts, any Quirk had the power to save.

Eri wished she could've learned that lesson rather than experienced it.

Her classmates cheered in excitement. Uraraka wanted to be a rescue hero. Momo's Quirk could save lives in any environment. Mina just liked helping people. Jiro could hear any victim. Bakugo… Eri assumed he wanted to impress All Might.

She tried not to wince. The top hero used all his time while commuting to U.A. He had a heart of gold but no self-restraint. She bought him just over an hour of time, and he decided to use it for the USJ fieldtrip over class 1-B. Maybe her father should speak with him about playing favorites.

All Might raised his fist to say something in concurrence to the space-themed hero. Too bad he never managed to start.

Logic dictated that perceived danger didn't exist until something dangerous appeared. Eri disagreed with that sentiment. When she sat alone in her cell, she felt unease before the sessions. Her gut twisted, her heartbeat quickened, and she flinched. This meant logic must have missed some detail, since her experiences demonstrated its error.

And now, her gut twisted, her heartbeat quickened, and she flinched. The heroes around her felt it too.

Eri took a step back, and a gate split open the air like hell piercing earth. A person stepped out. Hands grasped his arms, shoulders, and head. Severed hands. Following him from the warp gate, because only that form of Quirk could move people, were dozens upon dozens of people. Judging from their mixture of costumes, weapons and snarls, she concluded about a hundred low-rank villains and goons invaded the USJ. Most possessed mutations society deemed villainous, so society helped create their own enemies.

How villainous was killing her own father?

She blinked. The warp villain shall pose a problem. A hulking, black villain seemed like he overdosed on dangerous Quirk-enhancing drugs. The hand villain knew how to kill judging by his trophies. With father, All Might and Thirteen here, how could they not be fine?

"Thirteen." Her father lost all his subdued countenance. He replaced it with a vigilant logic… or maybe a masked rage. She couldn't tell which worried her. "Evacuate the students. All Might and I will defend you. Kaminari, can you contact anyone?"

The boy put his hand to an earpiece but shook his head. Eri felt surprised. She didn't think he placed anything useful in his costume.

Without another word, the underground and number one hero ran to the villain's center. The farther the fighting took place from the children, the safer they would be. Thirteen heralded them to the door, but Eri didn't move. Despite their heroics, Thirteen gained little combat experience during their career. The villains had a warp Quirk. If they did enough planning for an ambush, no one was getting out.

"Eri, are you freaking out again? We have to go!" Mina tugged on her arm, the only person to stay behind with her. Then again, a handful of Class 1-A's powerful students led from the front. Perhaps they positioned themselves there for an expected ambush?

As she felt shockwaves from All Might's punches, a portal appeared in front of the retreating class. Thirteen took a step forward. Did they think they could defeat a warp villain without the element of surprise? Two well-positioned gates always counter a black hole.

Eri glanced behind her. Villains ran to specific areas in the USJ and congregated. A few portals appeared and transported others to farther away locations. Oh, they planned a divide and conquer strategy. "Come." With that single word, she dragged her friend away from the other students.

"What are you doing?" Mina had enough sense to whisper those words instead of shouting them. She also appeared terrified.

"Saving you." In terms of the battle, only three villains exhibited a good chance to kill. The warp villains due to his Quirk, the black behemoth since All Might had yet to defeat the monster, and the hand villain since his costume proved his competence. Judging from all the other villains' positioning, Eri knew the thugs just had to keep the students occupied.

She remembered her father's words. "Here's two things for combat, Eri. First, keep a straight head. Second, choose your battles when possible."

Eri could function efficiently in most of the USJ environments. Mina's acid could become diluted in water, so she half-dragged and half-sprinted to the Ruins Zone. The Downpour Zone had detriments to Mina; furthermore, fewer villains congregated at the ruins when compared to the other zones.

Of course, Eri made this analysis in two second while on the run, so she could've miscalculated.

Warp gates opened over most zones, though the ruins had no one. For now, she had to trust everyone to survive, since she had to secure her survival first. A hero only hindered if they needed rescuing. Plus, Thirteen worked best if they had no students to accidentally kill.

"What are we doing?" Mina huffed. Both girls ranked among the most athletic in class, but Eri pushed them both to reach the ruins in all haste.

"Securing this zone." Villains noticed the pair and ran to meet them. At her and the enemy's rates, they should meet just outside the buildings.

"What about Thirteen and the others?!" Even so, the girl went into a combat position. "Safety in numbers, and the exit is our way out!"

"Warp villain." She spoke the words with a finality Mina couldn't challenge. Eri dropped her mask on the floor. It looked menacing, since she still wore her villain-infiltration outfit. She wanted the villains to underestimate them, a logical ruse.

Even though she could kill every villain they faced, Eri elected not to. She felt her horn grow a few centimeters from the situation, a true sign of her utter terror and fear at losing her father; nevertheless, villains murdered. Eri won't. Not again.

The thugs had no organization. Five flung themselves at the two girls while two others hung back. Two veered left to face Mina, and three went right at Eri. They included a mutation Quirk with mantis-like features, an emitter Quirk that made small flames, and a transformation Quirk that turned each of the enemy's fingers into baseball bats.

The mantis villain had about a three second lead on the other two. She classified his orb-like eyes as weak points.

She remembered another lesson from her father. "If you aren't absolutely certain, fight to win. Don't fight fair. It's better to be dishonorable than die or tell a mom you failed to save her kid."

He reached towards her neck in a criminally unchoreographed manner. She grabbed his hand and twisted his arm. Using his momentum and her outstretched foot, she flipped him on the ground and stomped on his left eye with her boot. A sickening crunch and a horrified shriek confirmed her crippling on the enemy.

The fire-wielding villain threw his two fireballs at her, so she used the mantis' remaining eye to spring at the pyromaniac. She let the flames scorch her as she kneed his nose. The cartilage gave way to bone.

The thug with baseball bats for fingers swung her weapons. Eri took the blow with her right arm, and her forearm snapped. A sting of pain came from where her radius and ulna jutted from her flesh. The villain paused, not expecting to have such violent results. Perhaps they wished to stall the students while the dangerous villains felled the heroes? It mattered not.

Eri punched with her left arm. Brass knuckles met larynx. Her bats disappeared when she grasped her neck and gasped using her collapsed windpipe.

She turned her attention back to the flame villain with a broken nose. The girl clenched her left fist, and her arm reverted to a healthy position. As he took a step back in fear, Eri sprinted ahead. His hands went high to protect his head, logical but disastrous. She kneed his groin, and his hands instinctively lowered. Taking hold of the back of his head, she pulled it down and she moved her other knee up. Part of his severed tongue plummeted to the ground. She elbowed his cranium, and he collapsed on the ground.

Mina's two villains lied on the ground, bodies covered in bruises and eyes covered in a safely diluted acid.

The two enemies who stayed back kneeled and put their hands on their heads. Eri nodded at their logical behavior.

"Mina, we should restrain them." She assessed the injuries she and her friend gave. The one with a collapsed throat had a few more minutes. "How sticky can you make your acid?"

Mina swallowed at the site of three crippled people. "Um, super sticky?" Then, she grinned. "Oh."

"Precisely."

BREAK LOGIC

After Mina stuck the villains together like a demonic fruit cake, Eri healed the three she pulverized. She knew her friend was badass, but holy shit! She didn't just win the fight. She destroyed them! Most vigilantes weren't that violent. If it wasn't for her healing, no way Eri could've gotten away with that.

Maybe she could teach her a little?

Part of her knew she entered some form of shock. Villains were trying to kill everyone! Isn't that strange? Heroes became the victims! Maybe they should call in civilians to help since she missed the memo about everything being opposite day.

Oh gods, Kiri could be dead.

"Mina," Eri spoke to her in her normal tone, a deadpan. "Breathe. We can have panic attacks together once this is over, deal?"

Yes, focus.

She checked the villains. Were they struggling? Nope, they sat there terrified to be frank. Funny. Did that mean everyone felt terrified?

She realized something. "All Might didn't save us." The shockwaves never stopped. If anything, they became more frequent, like rain in a thunderstorm. "He's still fighting. No one lasted longer than a minute against him for… a decade! We have to help him!"

Eri shook her head. "Denied. Despite my combat prowess, I'm still a healer. You specialize in speed and capturing. We'd only get in the way of the pros if the villains can withstand All Might…" The girl clenched her fists. Red dripped from her right arm, the effects of it being broken just moments ago. That must've hurt. "We could assist in moving hurt allies and healing them. I only need to touch them."

The pinkette nodded. "Okay! Start there?" She pointed at the front gates, the last place she saw her other classmates. What if they're dead? No! Don't think those thoughts!

And thus, Mina and Eri sprinted back to the USJ entrance, the very place they fled not long ago. They arrived and paused. Thirteen lied injured with their back torn open and about a third of the class tried to get past the warp villain. Since there were no bodies, Mina thought the others got teleported across the training grounds.

"He's not a killer," Eri said under her breath. Words traveled father in whispers.

"What? They're villains!"

"Open a portal and close it with only half a student through. Teleport Thirteen to the bottom of the lake. Teleport the students to the roof and watch them splat on the ground. This enemy desires to stall us, not kill us. What is their motive?"

Before Mina had a chance to respond, she fell through the floor. After seeing the floor, she realized a portal opened below their feet. She landed next to the warp villain. She responded by throwing acid at the purple mist. Melt that fucker! He, or perhaps she, opened a gate and swallowed her attack. All the while, he defended against any other attacks or escape attempts. Eri on the other hand…

"Excuse me, sir?" Eri decided to strike a polite conversation. Mina skated on her acid to surround him, but he teleported her back to the others. Iida plowed into her.

"Yes, miss?" The villain, a he apparently, responded in kind.

Eri pointed to Thirteen. "I don't believe anyone checked Thirteen for life-threatening injuries. I have a healing Quirk and ask permission to ensure their survival."

Oh, right. Thirteen could be dying.

"I cannot, since I'd prefer to keep things orderly." Bastard! He didn't want to give them any chance of escape.

Eri tilted her head to the side. "In that case, would you allow me to heal Thirteen if we agree to wait here?"

What the fucking shit!

"Oh? Um, I would allow that, but your classmates seem to disagree." Even as he spoke, he teleported a sprinting Iida, redirected a laser fired from Aoyama's navel, and sidestepped tape fired from Sero's elbows.

Her friend cleared her throat, "Remnants of Class 1-A, we'll be saving Thirteen from further injury. Additionally, we eliminate one of the three deadliest villains from intervening with All Might and Eraser Head. If any of us escaped, Mister…"

"Kurogiri."

"Thank you." She bowed in respect. "If we escaped, Mister Kurogiri would thus assist in the main battle below. Considering All Might has yet to win, this must be an attack to eliminate him." Oh, that made sense. It did for the rest of the class too, since they stopped trying to escape and… sorta stood around awkwardly around Thirteen.

He chuckled. "And you thought of that without my monologuing. Go ahead."

Eri took off her gloves and knelt besides Thirteen. The suit remained the same, but their body became whole again. It almost looked as if their black hole ripped apart their back. Gods! That was what happened.

"Unconscious people tend to stay that way for a little while after I heal them." She took out her pepper spray, grenade thingies, and two tasers. "And as you can see, I am now unarmed. May I traverse the school grounds to search for wounded classmates? My Quirk is non-combative. Healing. I fear it will pass its time limit before this incident finishes, so I want to ensure deaths and injuries stay at a minimum."

"Asking to leave just after you agreed to stay put is-"

An explosion lit up everything, like lighting. Screw that. It was lighting. Kaminari just friggen blew up or something. Wait. Did he just die? Is he dead!

Eri titled her head to the side. "That amount of electricity must have been dangerous. My classmate may be dying or dead, and any villain with a heart condition could be in danger. May you teleport me there?" How the fuck could she negotiate with a VILLAIN so well?!

Mina remembered Eri's scars.

She realized her friend had practice.

"I technically could place students anywhere." He stroked the upper part of his ethereal, almost-plasmic body, probably where his chin should've been. "Alright."

Eri bowed. "Thank you for understanding."

A warp opened in front of Eri, and she strode through. Out of Kurogiri's view, the bluenette smirked like Eraser Head, so Mina felt worried.

Worried for the villains.

Still, Eri talked to this enemy, and she achieved what she wanted. Since none of them could do anything according to Eri's agreement, Mina decided to get information.

"Mr. Villain?" She raised her hand and smiled. She talked to a villain before in middle school, so she can do it now too. "Why d'ya wanna kill All Might?" This time, her classmates seemed to realize what the speaker was doing.

BREAK LOGIC

Eri assessed her situation. Jiro and Momo stood on one side, and a villain stood on the other. He wore a skull mask and had the muscles of a body builder, and her… her friends had their arms raised. A mentally unresponsive Kaminari gave an idiotic thumbs up as the villain held him in his grasp. Electricity danced in the man's fingers. She entered a hostage situation. They all stood in the mountain zone, full of rocks and jagged terrain; however, their location appeared flat. Two dozen villains lied on the ground, casualties of the electric blast.

She remembered a comment from Miss Nemuri. A good thing about my hero persona is how I can scare the living shit outa villains with my sadistic side.

Eri had yet to craft a public persona, so she had options.

"Hands up, or your friend will die!" he sneered. His eyes moved down her body. "Babe," he added.

Eri suppressed a smile. She felt a boost in her self-confidence over public acknowledgement of her semi-successful puberty. It also meant she will imagine Mineta in the villain's place.

She smiled like Miss Nemuri. "It takes about fifty volts to kill someone, so I assume you can produce at least that amount. I have a healing Quirk, and once I became curious. What if I jammed my fingers into the top of a circuit breaker box, where the electricity from the power lines enters the house at max power? Two hundred and forty volts to be exact. As you can see, I survived. I can also revive my classmate before he goes brain dead, and brain damage doesn't matter."

Judging from the horrified looks of Momo and Jiro, her plan worked so far, thus she didn't stop. "Now, could you successfully fight us off? Maybe, maybe not. At the very least, I will do this to at least two fingers before you flee." She grabbed her left pointer finger and pulled it towards her thumb until she felt a familiar snap and bit back a pained grunt. She held up her hand for the villain to see. He took a step back.

"Breaking fingers is marvelously easy with enough practice. So is gouging eyes. Thumbs in the eyes, the rest holding the back of your head, and push. I could just ask Momo to make a knife. Did you know partially severed limbs bleed more than severed ones? The body slows the bleeding to a missing arm but continues if enough tendons and arteries remain." She clenched her functional hand into a fist, and her finger reverted to its normal state. "So tell me, how many fingers and eyeballs are you willing to lose just to temporarily kill a child?"

"Heroes wouldn't do that." His voice lost its confidence from before. Sweat dripped down his arms.

She titled her head to the side. "You don't understand. Heroes use Quirks." She licked her lips. Miss Nemuri said that made females look more predatory in situations like this. "I could do all of that without mine."

"You crazy bitch!" Forgetting about his hostage, he dropped the boy and charged at her.

He took three steps before Jiro blasted him with a coil of sound. Heartbeat Surround. Using amplification gear, she used her heartbeats to perform sonic attacks.

The villain clutched his ears. Eri charged, ignoring the pain and ruptured eardrums. She put all her power into kneeing his groin, a delightful location to incapacitate distracted foes and therapeutic by imagining Mineta take the blow. Jiro turned off her sonic attack, and Momo cracked the enemy's head with her Bo Staff. Eri reverted herself again.

"Nice bluff?" Jiro gave a thumbs up. "But you were fucking metal."

Eri nodded. "As was my intent."

"WHEEEEEEEEE!" Kaminari exclaimed, unaware of his previous danger or much of anything for that matter.

"Can you heal him?" Momo motioned to the dim male.

"Preferably not. Mental backlash and-" Eri paused. "No more shockwaves." All three glanced at the central plaza where All Might and Father took their stand. "We should head for the front gates."

BREAK LOGIC

Aizawa fought with a cold logic. Every move he made maximized efficiency and speed. His attacks disabled criminals and minimized medical costs for the taxpayer's sake. He kept a clear head and ensured his safety. An injured hero served as a liability. More importantly, he had a daughter to come home to.

Said daughter also happened to be the reason why he now fought like an insane fucking demon.

His rational side pieced together that the reporter debacle must've been a distraction. They somehow accessed school records thereby planned this attack. Their plan worked. All Might fought to a standstill against the black monstrosity. Communications with the outside world failed. The mob of criminals outnumbered every student ten to one or more.

What did all that mean? It meant THESE people gave his little girl a panic attack, and THESE people threatened to kill her. Not that the latter mattered. She had enough sense to not get killed, even if everyone else died. No, it was more the principle of the matter. They will try to kill her.

In any other situation, he'd conserve energy and knock the villains unconscious. Today, he pounded them into the fucking floor.

The mob tried to flee after Eraser Head broke the thirtieth one of their group. Bleeding. Moaning. Screaming. Blinded. Crippled. Broken.

His index finger broke some time during the fight. His eyes screamed, dry as a desert. His body ached, pushed harder and farther than he had in a decade. His ankle throbbed from some tear or twist. Did it matter at all? No.

Few escaped from the arena. He leapt from person to person. Twisting a neck. Snapping a collar bone. Bashing a cranium into concrete. After seconds or an eternity, it hardly mattered which, only two villains stood. All Might's enemy and the villain with severed hands on his body.

All Might spat blood. The villain punched exactly where his old injury lied, and he targeted that area over and over.

"You're so cool, Eraser Head!" The villain with hands looked at him like a child who spotted Santa Clause. "Who knew heroes of justice could be so violent!"

Eraser Head said nothing as the blood of others dripped from his hands. Though he wore goggles, his eyes focused on the black villain to cancel his Quirk. Nothing changed. A mutation Quirk?

"Not even Sensei used such beautiful brutality!" His final enemy had blueish hair and red eyes. His skin held a pale hue, and he stood taller than most non-mutants. He looked like thinner, male Eri. "I didn't know you'd be such a fun mini-boss!"

Of all the criminals, only three stood out. The teleporter whose location he didn't know, All Might's foe, and this guy. He didn't look the least bit afraid which meant insanity or a plan, probably both.

The villain cocked his head to the side and tapped his ear. "Well, this just turned into a timed level. Kurogiri?"

Five portals appeared around Eraser Head, in every direction but down. At the same time, the constant barrage of shockwaves stopped. All three of the dangerous villains had yet to fall.

"This is like a loot box. Which one do you choose? You could erase my Quirk for three, maybe four, of the portals but not all." What is he planning? Why the theatrics?

Eraser Head stayed in constant motion. No matter how fast, the hand villain couldn't reach his body before he could cancel his Quirk. Why not teleport him away? Why not do something more dangerous? All they accomplished was keep him from using his Quirk.

Oh.

That was their plan. All Might was alone, and there were so many ways a warp Quirk could kill him.

Then, the explosions happened.

BREAK LOGIC

Bakugo had a single goal in mind. Explode.

To be more specific, explode the purple mist fucker. The villains got in with the fucker; they'll get out with the fucker. Take out the fucker, and the fuckers will get fucked.

Simple.

He and the boy with shitty hair, fuck it, his name was too long to remember. Shitty Hair. That's his new name. He and Shitty Hair made their way to the central plaza after punching and exploding all the pathetic extras that thought they could take him. Shit. Most of his shitty classmates could take these pricks.

Why head to the central plaza? All Might fought there. The villain leader wouldn't be far away which meant the purple mist fucker will go there at some point to warp them away. Why try attacking the very villain that got him the first time? Information. Bakugo noticed that purple penguin had a metal suit for a chest, so it had to mean something. The fact that the purple shit evaded the blast that would've hit said metal meant it had to be important.

When they reached the plaza, he noticed a several important things. First, the purple mist guy stood there. Great. Second, the hand wanker and the black shit stain also were around. Fine. Third, Eraser Head looked like he was stuck in a purple box while All Might had half his body in a portal. Shit. Fourth, the black shit stain held All Might in place, so All Might will be dissected at the waist when the purple fucker turned off his gate. FUCK.

Bakugo acted. He launched himself at the purple dickhead at maximum speed. He slammed into his metal chest, bruising and maybe fracturing something. It didn't matter. The purple fucker went down, and Bakugo pressed his hands against the enemy's chest.

"Do anything and I'll kill you!" he snarled. To be honest, he might. Damn the consequences. If someone killed All Might using a cheap pussy move like this, they deserved to die.

The hand villain ran at Bakugo, but Deku launched himself at the wanker and punched him in the gut. The villain flew backwards and crashed by all that water. At the same time, that pretty-boy icy guy covered the black shit stain with ice while Shitty Hair helped All Might break off the frozen limbs. Bakugo had no idea where all those extras came from, besides Shitty Hair; however, he couldn't complain since they did useful shit.

Also, Deku had a broken leg and a broken arm, but Bakugo felt pretty confident that the arm already was broke. The damn nerd couldn't control his own power.

"Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!" The wanker picked himself off the ground. "How come the NPCs are so OP? What cheat codes did they use?!" He scratched at his neck, a bleeding neck. "Nomu, free Kurogiri."

The black shit stain, Nomu evidently, ripped itself off the ice. The shredded remains of its arms, its left leg, and about half its torso staying in the ice. The bleeding mass of flesh stood, and muscle and bone grew back. What the fuck!

One moment, Bakugo stood on top of the purple penguin. The next, All Might set him down between the entrance and the plaza, along with the rest of the students. Behind where Bakugo once stood, the fully healed Nomu pried itself from a wall. The boy realized how fast All Might was, and how far he needed to go to surpass his idol and goal.

Bakugo looked down and saw blood on his costume. It wasn't his. All Might bleed from his side and blood trickled from his mouth. The boy paled. Only gods could make another god bleed.

"Stay here." All Might smiled, but one could mistake it for a grimace. He wore only a shirt and pants, what teachers wore. In fact, was All Might even a hero now, or was this a teacher protected his class? "You boys did enough."

"To be fair," the icy boy said. Somehow, the boy had yet to look the least bit worried or emotional. It pissed Bakugo off. "We did just save you."

"I won't fall into the same trap again, young Torodoki!" All Might gave a thumbs up. "It's all right now. Why?" He shouted the final words, a battle cry. "BECAUSE I AM HERE!"

And Bakugo collapsed to his knees. All Might attacked the Nomu with such power and speed. The constant shockwaves got replaced by a single wave of power, like an explosion that never ended. Deep down, he realized he never could reach that level, that power, or that speed. No one could call it physically possible, but All Might reached that intensity anyway.

Bakugo didn't care if he couldn't. He will damn well try anyway. Nothing stood in his way before, and he wasn't about to let the laws of the universe stop him either.

BREAK LOGIC

Tomura Shigaraki felt annoyed. Really annoyed, like when he couldn't make a combo fast enough or his video game controller ran out of batteries. Sensei built the Nomu to kill All Might. Shock Absorption. Speed. About a dozen Strength Quirks. Regeneration.

He had the most OP follower ever, but it couldn't defeat All Might after wailing on him for… minutes? An hour? A long time. He and Kurogiri resorted to their secondary plan with the time limit started. They almost had it! Then, the NPCs stopped them. NPCs! That was super lame!

To make it worse, one broke a few of his ribs.

Since All Might was one of those learning bosses, they couldn't use the same finishing combo again. That meant Kurogiri was useless except for getting away. Well… He remembered how they still had a mini-boss trapped. Maybe his other powerful follower had a use.

"Let me grab Eraser Head's ankle." He coughed up blood. A rib must've punctured his lung and made a bleed effect. "Then I'll kill some kids." No matter how awesome it'd feel to kill All Might, he can't reach the man. The very ground he and the Nomu stood one shattered from their power.

A portal opened in front of him, so Shigaraki reached through and grabbed. He waited until he no longer felt his Quirk, Disintegrate. When that happened, he withdrew his hand. It came back red.

"Cool! Now send him up there!" He pointed to the top of the dome. Everyone knew the easiest way to kill any player, NPC, or boss was to push them off a cliff. Most bosses had anti-pushback buffs, but these didn't.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and he grinned.

He played many kids of video games, and some made the player make choices. It made everything more dramatic. Save the girl, save the city, or defeat the enemy? Only one choice could be made. He decided to do the same thing. Defeat the Nomu, save Eraser Head, or save those four students.

"Teleport me over there." He pointed at the three girls and a boy. "Let's see who All Might chooses."

He stepped through the warp gate, confident that All Might won't break away from the Nomu. At the very least, Eraser Head won't make it. He had a straight fall to the ground with nothing to stop his plummet. So cool!

Shigaraki knew which student he wanted to kill first. Few things infuriated him in video games. Most of it qualified as annoyance. Did you know his top one? NPC lookalikes. He'd spend an hour perfecting his avatar's appearance just to find some shitty NPC with the exact same look. How cruel! If possible in the game mechanics, he'd kill that NPC then and there. Damn the consequences.

Thus, he grabbed the neck of the NPC who had HIS hair, HIS eyes, HIS skin, and even his fucking height. Change the gender option, and she had HIS looks. He put all five fingers on her flesh, and he felt her neck crumbling away.

And it crumbled.

And crumbled.

And crumbled.

Crumbled.

Crumbled.

What the hell?

His vision turned white. Somehow, that ponytailed NPC pulled a Bo Staff from nowhere like his avatars did with inventory items. He staggered backwards as blood dribbled down his head. Blood also dripped from his fingers, yet the NPC copycat looked fine besides a nosebleed, vomiting, and some trembles.

How many hit points did the bitch have?

Without warning, Kuogiri warped him back to the plaza and away from the invincible copycat. Why the fuck did he…

Oh.

Not only did Eraser Head splat on the ground like a water balloon, but All Might launched his Nomu out of the USJ like a missile. Also, somebody screamed. Funny.

Steam surrounded All Might, as if the very air couldn't handle his supremacy. "Leave, villains." His words spoke a finality. "Reinforcements will arrive, and only the two of you are left."

All Might stood meters away from Shigaraki. He was so close! It felt like dying when the boss had just a few his points left! All Might hadn't attacked yet, which meant he must've been at least winded, right? Right! He wasn't THIS overpowered, right? Right! Their plan wasn't this hopeless since the beginning, right? Right! RIGHT?!

"I might as well try," he shrugged. The man charged at All Might with his hands outstretched. The hulking hero stayed in the same position, but the green-haired NPC who broke his ribs made another flying leap. Kurogiri made another portal for him to grab the NPC's annoyingly boyish face. It was going to work.

Then, someone shot his hand.

Pain felt a lot more real outside of video games. It sorta sucked. Shigaraki reeled back as the hero, Snipe maybe, shot his other hand and two kneecaps. Really, Snipe just trolled him. What a dick.

Thirteen directed a black hole at Kurogiri, who had to surround Shigaraki. If not, he'd be dead. Ha! They didn't kill anyone today, but the heroes come to troll him before trying to rip apart every atom in his body? Hypocrites, all of them!

"Game over," he mumbled through the pain.

The next moment, he bled all over bar's floors. Kurogiri polished them yesterday, so that at least made Shigaraki feel a little better.

BREAK LOGIC

Eri knew she passed her limit. Her horn went from a stub to an ugly long spike. She half ran and half fell towards Father. Blood. Bones. Twisted legs. She will pass out any moment, but she had to save him! It never dawned on her that the villains left or the heroes arrived. She stood frozen for precious seconds, then she ran. She could save Father.

He looked so broken. Ever since she met her hero, he meant safety. He kept her safe from herself, others safe from her, and her safe from villains. He always came home, and he'd always be there.

But, he didn't win. What else could explain all his blood?

How many steps had she taken? Ten, a hundred, a thousand? The distance never closed fast enough. If only she could reach him sooner!

She hated herself. She hated herself so much. Why couldn't she have avoided the surprise attack? Why did her body shut down after using her Quirk too long on herself? Why did she panic and revert herself every tenth of a second instead of every second? At worse, the villain would disintegrate through her trachea. Just pain, not death. Instead, she pushed herself too fast too far.

Father… Daddy might die because of her.

All she had to do was reach him. Reach him. Touch him. Collapse. All would be well again. Father would be all better and protect her again. The world would go back to its old ways.

She heard Momo's yelling behind her. The girl chased after her, to stop her. Didn't she know Father could die? It didn't matter. Eri ran fast, very fast. Momo won't catch her, even in her damaged state.

Then, Father's eyes opened. She knew how he thought. She knew he assessed everything around him regardless of his pain. She also knew exactly what he meant when his eyes went from her to the broken body with green hair.

Eri was many things. She trusted few, but when she did trust someone, she trusted them unequivocally.

BREAK LOGIC

Cementoss arrived and placed a wall of cement around the two teachers and two students. He saw All Might in his civilian form. The man hadn't succumbed two his wounds using sheer willpower and a lifetime of experience with pain. He saw Eraser Head broken and bleeding on the ground. It looked horrible, but Cementoss had seen enough injuries to know the man should recover.

He saw two students. Midoriya's suit had tears and rips from the fighting, but his body had not one wound. He clutched Eri Aizawa in his arms and cried over her unresponsive body.