The scariest being in the verse is here.
(XX)
"Freeze!" The gang of rioters broke into the pharmacy. Looking around, there were only the clerk, and two women, an ash blonde haired one that looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine and a shorter, dark haired one that seemed a bit sick. "Alright everyone, hand over the money. You three, start grabbing the good drugs!"
"Uhm, pardon me, are you robbing us?" The short woman asked.
"No we are asking for a donation for sick infants- Yes we are robbing you!" He shouted.
The woman's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, but do you know who guards this store?"
"I don't give a damn if some Hero is out there. They are busy tonight."
"Oh dear. Mitsuki, darling, can you handle the fellow that's trying to jump the counter?"
The sexy woman cracked her knuckles. "Now you are talking my language. The Tigers are back."
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you are doing-" The guy on the counter shouted before he was dragged down and got an elbow in the face.
"Ohi, stop that or I-" the criminal raised his gun. The gun promptly flew out of his hand and in the shorter housewife's. The woman quickly dismantled the weapon, dropping the pieces on the floor.
"How…"
"My Quirk allows me to pull small objects." She said, a small smile on her lips. The other woman, who had now finished beating up the first guy and was jumping on the other two, murmured, 'Oh boy, the Tiger is back'. "Now, do you know what counts as a small objects?"
"I…"
"Well, for starters, your hair, eyeballs, other balls, teeth, fingernails and toenails." She started, and the man felt the need to step back, as she moved forward. "Then, of course, all your organs – well except the intestines, those are a bit big, but I'm sure you'd die well before that. But you know, the real kicker is that your skeleton is made of over three hundred bones, and all of them, individually, are rather small. Do you know what it looks like when I pull every single one of your bones out of your body at once? What it feels like when your spine breaks up piece by piece and each of your vertebrae detaches from the others, flies through your abdomen and bursts out of your chest? Or maybe what it sounds like when the twenty-seven bones that form your hand start crawling out one by one from your palm." She was now dangerously closer, basically staring right in his eyes. "Well, don't worry, I can make you stop imagining it."
The thief fell to the ground, on his knees, as he felt something pull from inside. The woman in front of him was towering, a monstruous being, an entity that surpassed any other evil he had ever seen in his life. "A-All Might…" He wimpered, "Help…"
-x-
For a moment, All for One had the impression that someone had called another living person 'more evil'. Oddly enough, he felt like that was accurate.
-x-
All Might felt the sudden, imperious need to tell someone 'sorry, but this is your problem.' Rather weird, considering he had never done such a thing in his entire life.
-x-
"Oh dear, I seem to have scared you a bit too much." She commented, before turning to the clerk, the man on the ground shivering with his hands over his head, whispering 'please don't take my bones, please don't take my bones, please don't take my bones', "Could you call the police? And an ambulance, they look like they will need it."
"A-At once miss." The man said, rather terrified himself, "But, uhm, if I might ask, who are you?"
"Oh, no one important." Midoriya Inko replied, picking up the stuff she had come to buy and putting them back in the bag, "Just some housewives."
Mitsuki chuckled.
-x-
"Die!" Katsuki shouted, before taking down another thug. Those idiots seemed endless as they jumped in only to get blasted in the face and sent flying.
"Bakugo, don't move too far!" Best Jeanist shouted. He was using his Fiber Master Quirk to tie together the legs of the Nomus charging against him, their pants tightening into knots, but in response many of them were crawling forward. Meanwhile, Katsuki, Tsuyu and a handful of sidekicks were saddled with taking care of the extras that figured this was a good moment to take on the Number Four, be they rioters or minor Villains coming out of the woodwork to join in.
Katsuki growled, before using an explosion to pull back, moving next to his combat partner. Tsuyu took a glance at him and nodded, using her tongue like a whip to hit in the face another one of the rioters, before knocking him out with a kick.
Best Jeanist's orders were to keep close to him, but not so close the Noumus could get to them. Most of them were half-restrained, and didn't look as strong as the one from the USJ, but Bakugo wasn't going to underestimate those things. He launched another attack toward a rioter and then grabbed the man bodily to toss him toward the closest police officer. Since it was already the fourth time, the man expected it, promptly handcuffing the man when he landed.
"Alright, I think we…"
Then a portal opened close to Best Jeanist.
The Noumu that came out was completely pitch black, head to toe. The thing lacked any identifiable physical traits, except for the defined muscles and the brain sticking out of his head.
Katsuki frowned. All other Noumus had worn pants, strangely enough, and they were paying for it as the fibers of the pants extended upward and choked them, but this one was butt naked. Of course, the fact it lacked any physical traits below the belt meant it looked more like a mannequin, but the point remained.
The creature dashed forward, but Best Jeanist didn't seem worried. Instead, his own clothes unraveled and tried to stop the charge, holding the creature's legs together to make it trip.
Except it didn't, instead ripping through the tightly knitted fabric and dashing forward. Best Jeanist dove out of the way before a fist slammed on concrete, then used Fiber Master once more.
Katsuki had a split second to realize his own pants were saying goodbye at an alarming rate, similarly to the clothes of everyone else in Jeanist's agency, before he heard a yelp of surprise and turned around, his pants already reduced to the size of boxers.
Now, Katsuki was never super into fanservice. It kinda felt pointless, especially for a Hero.
He still got his eyes completely fixed on Tsuyu's legs, considering that now, like for everyone else, her jeans had been reduced to short pants, the rest called upon by Jeanist as he used them to tie up the Noumu's limbs and hold it in a choke hold.
Tsuyu turned bright red, even as her face remained unreadable as usual, and Katsuki turned around, in time to spot the next rioter and hit him, this time with an officer immediately diving in to restrain the man. 'Focus, Katsuki! No time to think about frog legs. You aren't French, goddammit!'
-x-
Feeling strangely like someone was talking about him, Aoyama shouted as he fired his laser at a Noumu. Somewhere further down the road, he knew Yoroi Musha was fighting against several of them, but the agency he was interning for, the Buster Union, was charged with guarding the sky from the several flying Noumus.
'Mon dieu, to think such scary things would be in the League's hands.' Aoyama thought, firing another laser beam, feeling his stomach drop. He closed his mouth. Right, 'his' Quirk was over extending. Of course.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Out of steam, Can't Stop Twinkling?"
"I'm sorry…"
The man, the squad Captain Mister Blaster, gave him a thumbs up. "Hey, nothing to be sorry about. You are doing your best, aren't you? No one can ask more than that." He tapped him on his shoulder, "And you are one of Aizawa's kids, so I know this is just the beginning for you."
With those words, he pushed him gently aside, and started firing his own Blast Quirk.
Aoyama sighed. He hoped his classmates were ok.
-x-
~ Detnerat Evil Incorporateeeed ~
"Alright, we made it in!" One of the rioters shouted as the entrance of Detnerat, previously blocked by a large metal gate, melted open. Other rioters cheered.
"Excellent!" The leader of the bunch, an obese man with dark overalls, boots and mask, stepped forward. His clothes were decorated with the words Glutton God. "Glutton God Gang, forward!" He shouted, a grin crossing over his face as not only his companions, but a whole lot of rioters charged into Detnerat's headquarters… And then started to run right out of said headquarters, shouting.
He frowned, unsure of what was going on, until a pink-haired girl stepped right out, followed by a black-haired girl that seemed to be trying to drag her back. The former was carrying something on her back.
The Glutton God started to produce his slime, a material that his Quirk created from consuming his fat cells and that could stick anything together. "Ohi! Not sure what you are planning, but… b-but…"
He paused as he finally realized what the girl was carrying.
"Is that a bazooka?!" He shouted, and the pink-haired girl frowned.
"What?! No it isn't a bazooka! This is one of my babies!" She shouted back, the girl next to her sighing.
The Glutton God frowned, then shook his head. Of course she wouldn't have a bazooka. She was just a kid. "Alright, get her boys!" The Glutton God shouted.
"Testing the Bomb-inator is a go then!" The girl shouted back.
The black-haired girl sighed in defeat, letting go and instead throwing herself to the ground, hands over her ears. 'That doesn't look goo-'
The 'Blast-inator fired a laser beam that hit the ground right between the Glutton God and his followers. They had a split second to think it had done nothing. Then the ground seemed to bulge outward and explode, the broken up cement flying toward them all. One of his men was knocked out by the explosion, while another stood shakily back up. The Glutton God on the other hand was smirking as his slime captured and blocked the shrapnel. "Alright, enough games girl!"
"Ow, it didn't work properly. That explosion was supposed to be a lot bigger." She said, frowning, "My poor baby, I really need to figure out the yield…"
"Mei th-they are att-att-attacking us!" The girl from the ground shouted, stuttering as she pushed back.
"Oh, right, guess this is all the testing I get." She sighed, "Mister Geteeeeeen, they are still coming!"
'The fuck is a Gete-" Someone shot out of the building, a man wearing a security outfit, his hat reading in kanji 'Head of Security', and a giant ice hand appeared in front of the Glutton God.
Then it hit the Glutton God in the face.
'Man, fuck Detnerat…'
-x-
Masutaro used his gas and several rioters fell to the ground. One final rioter, right out of his range, wearing some sort of recording device, grinned. "Ah! You think you can defeat me, Hero? I'm going to be the next best thing online, a full stream dedicated to destroying this corrupt society!"
"… Isn't that Gentle Criminal's shtick?" He asked. Gentle was one of his favorite regular youtubers after all, he wasn't going to take a copycat seriously unless they were really good.
"Gentle has no style! His videos are trash, and the only interesting thing is La Brava!" He declared.
Oh, Masutaro wasn't going to take that. He pulled out his gun.
"I-Is that a gun?!" The man asked.
"No, this is a Projectile-Launching Multifunctional Support Item."
"… Isn't that just a gun but with extra steps?"
"Oh thank god someone finally calls me out on it. I though Izuku and Mei were the only ones." Masutaro replied, and then opened fire. The guy had to have some sort of speed Quirk, because he dodged the several darts, sending the projectiles slamming against the wall behind him.
The rioter laughed, making sure the camera caught his face, "Ah! Give up, little Hero! You will never bea-ayeeeeeeeee!" And then his pants scrunched weirdly upward, he started crying, and then fell to the ground, holding his groin and trembling in pain.
"Damn, I will never beaayeeeeee what?" Masutaro asked, non-plussed if feeling a bit of pain at his own groin at the idea of being in his place. "Damn Tooru, straight for the balls?"
Tooru chuckled, "Why not? It's every man's shut-off button."
Masutaro bit back the comment on how that depended on how they were handled – it wouldn't be exactly gentlemanly, especially when talking with his girlfriend – and instead just chuckled. "Guess that's all of them? Good job avoiding the gas."
"I think I'm getting the hang of it." She replied, and Masutaro smiled.
"Hey guys, are you ok- Oh god, is he dead?! Did you shot him?!" Sensor Girl, Kashiko Sekigai, asked as she stared at the man.
"Nah, he missed." Tooru replied, "Masuchan should be thankful I'm here to cover for him." She added playfully.
"But… I've never seen this level of pain before…"
"Trust me, he is in no mortal danger. He is however regretting his life choices." Masutaro replied.
The villain groaned. Unbeknownst to him and the teens, the recording had continued, and the pictures of the villain's face as he was hit by Tooru's killer moves where already circulating all over the internet, along with the quote 'Villain Regrets His Life Choices'. The face quickly killed the previous meme 'UA Student resigned to die', though of course, what Izuku was going to do that night would give him a far different form of internet fame.
-x-
"The time for our reckoning has come boys!" The three brother slid down the street, a wild grin on their face, "Sturm und Drang Brothers, ready to steal every panty in the str-"
Then a stop sign emerged right in front of his face, the weight of his brothers hitting him in the back and sending all three flying off, before they were captured by a pair of giant hands.
"Seriously, that was the big crime?" The redheaded teen asked, while another black haired one emerged from the side, a stop sign sticking out of her arm like it had just come out of it.
"How shameful…" She said, not even hiding her disgust.
"Shut up! Stealing panties is an art!"
"It's marvelous!"
"I just like them!"
The three brothers were promptly chucked in the closest police van.
-x-
Himiko emerged from the shadows and grabbed the rioter in a choke hold. The main gasped for a bit, before losing consciousness.
"Good take down, Carmilla." Kesagiri Man nodded appreciatively, "A good choke hold does more than just take down someone, it also ensures your safety. And more importantly, it's safer than a knife."
Himiko nodded, but she wondered what Tomura was doing. While this was… a good villain move, she supposed, it wouldn't really do more than paint a target on his back. Well, unless he managed to take down a member of the Top 10, but she wasn't sure he would manage.
"I just got news that Best Jeanist, Yoroi Musha and Wash have defeated their opponent and are clearing the strugglers. All Might finished earlier, and is already rushing to go help the other Top 10 members within reach." Kesagiri Man said, "I'm not sure what the Villain was going for, but this seems to just be a way to throw a tantrum after his defeat at UA." He summarized.
"Yeah that sounds in character…" Himiko commented.
"What?"
"I-I mean, I saw the way he acted during the USJ attack, it seems in character he would just get angry and do something like this." She replied, waving her hands.
Kesagiri Man hummed, "I see. Well then, not a minute to lose, we need to take care of the last few rioters. Come on Carmilla."
Himiko nodded, following the Pro Hero. She wondered how Izuku was doing.
-x-
Izuku punched the Noumu and sent it flying through a wall, panting. Keeping up Full Cowling for this long was a new experience, but not an unpleasant one. He looked at Miruko, who was decimating the Noumus. Izuku was strong, but Miruko was still a lot stronger. She was just destroying them, kicking off limbs and shattering bones with every attack.
The black one was still trying to take her out, but she was holding it back while the other Heroes in the city fought and defeated the pale ones. Izuku had taken on one that had struggled off toward the line of police cordoning the area, but with the Heroes arriving, Miruko had moved on the offensive. Izuku watched transfixed as she kicked downward, shattering bones and destroying muscle, only for the creature to regenerate and move to the offensive. He tried mostly grappling, but Miruko was too fast for it. She kicked again and again, the regeneration keeping up even as she grinned savagely in the face of danger.
Izuku, now with nothing to do, wondered if he should have jumped in, as seemed to do other Heroes, but frankly it looked like Miruko might have accidentally decapitated someone with a kick if they dared come any closer.
Instead, he looked around, trying to figure out if anyone else needed help. The police was busy keeping the people out of the way, now that the rioters had been taken care of.
He frowned. Something didn't add up, he decided as Miruko's kick finally started to do actual damage to the Noumu. This seemed… not enough to take on the Top 10. For All Might, they had come with a plan. They threw the perfect Noumu at him, one made to specifically face his opponent. The one facing Miruko was strong, of course, and quite fast, but Miruko was proving faster.
'There are two kind of criminals. One acts by impulse, the other has planned everything. The dangerous one is the second.'
Izuku thought. This wasn't an impulsive action, Tomura had planned it carefully. So why was he content with this? Sure, there was damage, and there would be people arguing the Heroes didn't do enough, but unless Hiroshima was doing incredibly well, it seemed the emergency was over.
He had the feeling something wasn't right in all this.
It was that bad feeling that made him jump on a building nearby and try to take stock of the situation. That was when he heard it. It was faint in the distance, the sound covered by the fight, but an alarm was clearly going off.
"Miruko, an alarm-" He shouted.
"I can hear it!" She said, "But I'll be busy for a while!"
Izuku looked around. All the Heroes were busy facing the Noumus, and Miruko's opponent had suddenly decided that sprouting extra limbs and healing all wounds was a valid strategy, so she was busy too. "I can go!" He shouted.
Miruko took a moment to answer. "Feeling like a Hero already kid?" She asked as she kicked upward and almost shattered the Noumu's jaw, if not for the regeneration kicking in.
"I…"
"Ah! Kameko and Sameko would call me a hypocrite if they heard me hold you back! Valiant, I give you permission to look into the alarm and engage if needed. If there are too many enemies, or the odds are bad, retreat. You have the communicator, right?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Then go!"
Izuku gulped, but nodded and rushed off. The alarm, he realized soon after, came from a large bank near Hiroshima's center. With the riots going on, there were no Heroes around, since those were at least ten minutes away for him and Miruko, probably twenty if someone was… a less… mobile… Hero- "Shit!"
Unusual cursing aside, Valiant jumped forward, slamming through the open – no, blown off – doors of the bank. In front of him stood a group of ten or so men, and some of those he recognized from the USJ. They were chucking money and valuables through an open portal.
For a moment, no one said anything. Izuku was too surprised as he realized his hunch was right, and the Villains were too surprised at seeing the sudden entrance of the Hero that they clearly weren't expecting.
Then they stopped being surprised and fired their Quirks all at once. Izuku dove out of the way as a large, grey villain with a circular maw fired a laser beam out of it, dashed in hitting in the face a guy with black hair, kicked upward behind him, imitating Miruko and hearing in response a shout and the sound of a bone breaking, then darted against the grey villain, punching him and sending him flying through a wall before he could fire again.
"Wait aren't you the kid from the U-" A punch stopped the Villain from finishing the sentence, before he turned around and prepared to take on the others.
Said others however where picking up their teammates and rushing to the portals, leaving behind the money and leaving Izuku to wonder what was going on.
That was when he spotted the bombs all around the bank, that had turned on and were beeping quickly.
"Uh-oh…"
He rushed back outside, spotting a few onlookers. With a deep breath, he pumped Full Cowl up a bit, forcing his body to accept the ten percent.
And then darted forward, grabbing one after another and taking them out of harm's way. His body ached and could barely stand, but he grabbed the last one, a tall man with glasses and black hair, right in time, before the bank blew up behind him. He sighed in relief. "Alright, I think that was everyone." He said.
"Thank you." The man said, "That was… A great save." Izuku heard a clack, like a camera taking a picture, but saw nothing around. Before he could try to figure out what made the sound, he had to go. "Wait, a question, what's your name?"
"Ah, it's Izu… It's Valiant." Izuku smiled, jumping off and leaving behind the man, and tapped the communicator, "Miruko?"
"Ah, Valiant! Did you let yourself go a bit? I heard the explosion from here!"
"N-No, that wasn't me!"
"Boring…"
"It's not… Miruko, this is serious!"
"I know kid, I know. I'm joking because if you are answering to my jokes instead of shutting me up it means nothing seriously bad happened. So, what's up?"
"A bank just exploded! Big place! I saved the people around it, but the perpetrators made it out."
"Good."
"What?!"
"I mean, bad that a bank exploded, but you prevented any victims. That's the main job of a Hero. The insurance company will cover the cost of rebuilding, but human life? Money doesn't cover tha- Can you fucking stop attacking you piece of shit?! I'm trying to give some fucking wisdom over here!"
Izuku sighed. He really hoped she was right.
Tomura's plan seemed to have a third part, if the bank was any indication, and he didn't like that.
Then the large screens of the Hiroshima main street turned on, as another emergency broadcast started.
-x-
Shimura Togaraki looked up at the screens, as he knocked out another rioter. It was weird to knock out the people you had convinced to riot in the first place. Rather boring, admittedly, it felt like farming.
"Hello!" Compress said, bowing again, "Behold, the continuation of the Handjob Show! Take it boss!"
"Hi. As you might have noticed, the Heroes have prevented the Top Ten from dying. Now, I think an applause is in order, don't you? Come on, clap! Both here and at the USJ, the Heroes have proven they are really good…" He smiled, "At saving the skin and livelihood of their fellow Heroes."
The screen shifted, showing birds eye view of a dozen building, and then of said building blowing up. Banks, government offices, a Hero agency-
"… Isn't that your Hero Agency?" The brat next to him asked.
'Fucking Stain, when I said 'a fake Hero Agency' I didn't mean me you asshole…' "Yeah." He said, gritting his teeth, "Good thing we are all out here or off duty." Whatever, a Hero had been hit, that worked. Fucking bastard.
"Look at this." His copy said, clearly also pretty angry. It worked well to make him sound more terrifying though. "My my, where were the Heroes? Oh right, they were saving their own skin. Again. You know, it's pretty funny, isn't it? The Top Ten is supposed to be strong enough to save the country on their own, and yet they need all other Heroes to intervene? How surprising. Maybe, just maybe, Heroes don't really care about you. Maybe they just care about each other, about how much their status allows them to get benefits. After all, any Hero could have prevented this. All they had to do was… Oh, trust the Top Ten to handle their shit and do their own job." He grinned, a smile visible even from behind the hand, thanks to how wide it was. "Come on, ask yourself, what did the Heroes accomplish tonight? They looked good by stopping some useless thugs, and then all they did was just save each other. None of them protected what they are meant to protect, this society of ours."
Handjob winked, "Maybe, next time, instead of relying on the Heroes, remember they won't save you. What was it the kid said at the Sports Festival, 'a Hero saves everyone'?" He shook his head, leaning back on his throne, "Seems to me like Heroes really only save one another."
-x-
The broadcast ended, the guy called Handjob spouting some more nonsense as he went on about Heroes failing to prevent this because of wanting to be seen as they save people. All bullshit, but that was for him. The public opinion would get scared, that was for sure.
Taneo Tokuda, freelance journalist extraordinaire, smiled, as he looked at the picture he had taken earlier with his Quirk of the little Hero-in-Training that had saved him. Of course, he was the winner of the Sports Festival, Izuku Midoriya, but here he was going with… Valiant.
A good name.
Would look really good on a newspaper.
He pulled out his phone. "Hello! Yep, it's Tokuda. If it's about the riots? Of course, it's about the riots! Yes, you totally want to hear this. I think I have a story that will sell a ton, after tonight's debacle. Yeah, don't worry, it's not about the Villain. It's about someone saving people from one of the targeted buildings- Yep, see, we are on the same wavelength. The Villain claims no Heroes were there, and now we can sell the counterpoint. Man, I can hear the cash register noises from here, control your Quirk. Yeah, I'm sending it in tomorrow, bye!"
'Well, kid, I owe you a favor.' He thought, 'And I have a weak spot for Heroes that save people from burning buildings.'
(XX)
A totally normal late shopping for Mitsuki and Inko, nothing unusual there, yup yup.
Lots of rioting, lots of fun stuff to see. We actually are never told what was Geten's cover identity so I just like to think he is Detnerat's head of security. Which means he is totally fine with letting Mei go take an enthusiastic walk.
So yeah, the Noumu were more of a decoy, hidden under a riot decoy, all so the real crime, which was destroying some important buildings, could go unnoticed.
Ah, Tomura, that was actually smart. Except for the part where you didn't tell Stain which false Hero to bomb. And of course, the part where you ended up making Izuku famous, but that's clearly another move from the mastermind.
Tokuda is here baby, and he spotted All Might Jr. and immediately went 'Yep, Imma making that kid famous'.
