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AN: Lmao, I know I'm a lazy ass. I haven't posted in like 3.5 months, or something. Well, enjoy!
Chapter 9: Attacking Antagonists
"Good results on your combat test the other day." Said Aizawa, acting as if the sudden mob of reporters outside was nothing. He regarded the teens.
"Bakugou, you're talented, don't waste it." He moved on before the blonde could get angry.
"Midoriya, you got hurt, again. If you fix that, you might make something of yourself." He paused, waiting for his words to sink in. His tone became suddenly serious.
"Alright, our first task will decide your future." His gullible pupils went purple with anticipation.
"You have to...choose your Class Representative." A simultaneous breath left them. It was normal school stuff. Chaos followed the briefness of order, and hands shot in the air. It became a power struggle for voters. Izuki was just about to join in on the party, but decided she'd rather not lead this crazy class. She wouldn't be able to meet their expectations with her current voice issue. Suddenly, Iida chopped the air, cutting the students' speeches with his own.
"Quiet, this is not how we should behave! As the top class, we should know how to maintain order with the obvious choice of democratic voting." Tsuyu clicked her tongue at him, her bluntness unwavering.
"You just want us to vote for you, kero." Kaminari chimed in, his bumble-bee hair bouncing with the protest.
"Won't everyone just vote for themselves anyway?" Iida, who was still standing tall, replied to Kaminari's question with too much ease.
"Then those with several votes have earned them, don't you think?" His peers reluctantly agreed, and the ballots were pencilled in. The chalkboard displayed the results in white dust. Yaoyorozu claimed the presidency while Iida was assigned the role of staying inside her shadow of brilliance. His own honor had been the reason for failure.
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The Lunch Rush cafeteria, a paradise for growing teens. Izuki could especially appreciate that she didn't have to sit alone. She found out that all the students were integrated into one lunch period, meaning that the Support, General, and Hero courses ate together. She flicked her eyes over the crowd, searching for her favorite cabbage head. She sat next to Shinsou without bothering to look elsewhere. He tiredly shoveled rice into his mouth without using chopsticks. He mumbled around his food without sparing a glance.
"You can't just sit wherever you know, that spot is taken." Rolling her eyes, she tapped him on the shoulder. Although his face stayed frozen and disheartened, Izuki could glimpse delight in his eyes. She face-palmed however, when he playfully winked her way. She blushed a little, but hid the fact by focusing on the two who had joined their table. She waved happily to them while Shinsou picked up his chopsticks, directing them at the pair.
"Who are they?" Izuki set down the food she was eating in case she needed to join the conversation. Iida stood up and extended a hand in greeting.
"Iida Tenya, proud member of the Iida Family Agency." Shinsou glanced at Iida's open palm, but he didn't take it. Shinsou drawled.
"So you're a rich kid with a heroic quick, such a nice life you've had." Izuki sent him a glare usually reserved for her neighbor's kids. He shrugged it off. Uraraka meanwhile stared down Iida, sparkling.
"I knew it! I knew you were a rich kid!" Iida balked, putting his hands up in mach surrender.
"I suppose I could be considered one, but I'm much prouder to be a supporter of my high-achieving brother." This time, it was Izuki's turn to pressure Iida. She signed her excitement.
"You're brother's Ingenium, isn't he? One of the most well-respected heroes, and popular with sidekicks!" Iida smiled proudly.
"Yes, that's–" His sentence was left unfinished because of an obnoxious blaring. The students were driven crazy with panic. Shinsou took her under with him at their table, leaving the others in the crowd. Izuki clawed at her chest as anxiety rose. Her heart felt like it'd rip from inside and get trampled by the ever-shifting pressure of feet. While her pulse increased, and her finger twitched in the start of an attack, Shinsou reached over a hesitant hand. She took it, squeezing in pattern with her breath. The space was limited, piling claustrophobia, like an over-sweet cherry, on top of it all.
Now that the recipe for disaster was in full swing, reckless leadership followed. Shinsou pushed away from Izuki, popping out from under the table. He scrambled onto it, standing tall. He used the first voice fluctuation he had in years.
"Will you CALM THE FUCK DOWN ?!" As he hoped, some from the crowd actually answered. Shinsou, albeit recklessly, activated his quirk. The strain on his brain wasn't something he'd ever get used to.
"Shut up and go, in a calm single-file line, to your next class." The brain-washed students did as he asked, those unaffected too confused to resist his order. In a high of gratitude, Izuki darted out from under the table, gifting him a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and signed "thank you", her tomato red face quickly vanishing into the crowd. She left Shinsou's brain in an even worse state than it'd been.
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The class was greeted dully by Aizawa, and told they'd be doing rescue training with the pros on sight. They were then led, by the over-enthusiastic Iida, onto the campus shuttle. The open-seat arrangement provided the perfect atmosphere for a group "discussion" to take place. Tsuyu was the first to smash the silence barrier.
"Izuki, your quirk is a lot like a villain's, isn't it?" Izuki looked around in uncertainty. Kirishima pinned Tsuyu with his words.
"That doesn't matter because she clearly aims to be a hero." She grinned, having the sudden urge to hug the redhead for his kindness. Tsuyu nodded, but pondered with a finger on her chin.
"Yeah, but her quirk is still scary powerful. I mean, what doesn't it affect?" There were a few murmurs of agreement. Izuki sighed, answering slowly.
"It doesn't affect anything I create, and doing anything past nerve damage causes it to backfire." She pointed to her tongue as an example. Kirishima looked to his hardened arm dejectedly.
"I wish my quirk was as flashy as Todoroki's, Bakugou's, or yours." I'll have issues being popular with such a common and dull ability." Izuki shook her head reassuringly, signing with Uraraka's aid.
"No, your quirk is super cool, and perfect for a strong hero!" Kiri blushed a little and looked at his hands.
"You really think so?" And suddenly, the whole bus had turned into a comforting place to share ideas about each other's quirks. It was only quelled when Bakugou got annoyed.
"Shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache!" Tsuyu clicked her tongue at him like a disappointed sensei.
"Your quirk may be flashy, but with a personality like that, you won't ever be popular." Most everyone gave her a mental high-five while Bakugou raged to open air. Izuki smiled at the irony. Her old school bully was now the one getting teased. The students settled into laughter until the bus rolled to a stop, bringing them to a large, shimmering dome.
They entered with their curiosity brimming. Inside revealed a variety of landscapes: mountains, a lake, and a city. A puffy astronaut-person greeted them on their way in.
"Hi kids! Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short!" The hero, Izuki recognized as Thirteen, continued.
"Alright, I have one thing to explain, or maybe two... or three." She straightened out her suit nervously. "Anyways, the most important part of being a hero is helping people." The Space Hero paused and gestured to the area surrounding.
"Our job is to teach you how to rescue, and how to use your quirk for a positive outcome. Because, as all of you should know, quirks can both save and kill." Thirteen let the air saturate in seriousness. Izuki frowned, knowing better than anyone the way quirks wormed into your soul.
"It's our job as heroes to know how to fight villains and protect the innocent. The number of citizens affected by us should always stay at a minimum. That's why there's such a thing as rescue specialists, and why most of your training will be rescue based." The students clapped enthusiastically, and she bowed slowly before turning toward their training area. She grinned, breaking the tension with her awkwardness.
"Now let's get to it!" Her cheery voice pinged off the walls. It was quite the opposite of the ominous, deep purple hole that expanded in USJ's center. Everyone's gaze pinned to that swirling mass, and the class shivered in fear. A single hand came from within, pushing out like freedom was guaranteed. The hand was followed by a blue-haired man. He scratched at his neck, giving the shaking first-years a skeptical glance. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
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This mysterious villain, who carried with him insanity-weighted air, wasn't much older than them. He addressed them as children though, his smile curling like splinters in their heart. His superiority complex went deep enough that he didn't even acknowledge them as opponents at first, but victims. He went in loops, saying he'd kill All Might; he'd win the game. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he was guided by a greater force. It made him believe finding an equal was impossible.
As she thought this, the hand-faced villain went for Aizawa, and his lackeys, the students. Kirishima and Bakugou were the first to act, sprinting straight into the purple mist and beginning a series of uncoordinated attacks. Right when they seemed to be making progress, the warp gate separated into several smaller vortexes.
His mist moved over the surface like water, untouchable. And the students could do nothing against such power, but try and avoid it. Almost none succeeded; the last on the field being Izuki, Aizawa, Thirteen, and Iida, who had smoking engines. Aizawa immediately turned to Iida as the army of villains continued to grow. He shouted over the panic.
"You're the fastest, fetch back up, quick!" Iida looked hesitant, but the thought of his struggling friends pushed him on.
"You can count on me!" He zipped out, leaving her and the two teachers to face the glaring bunch. Aizawa's scarf whipped out, and Thirteen uncapped one of her fingers. Izuki followed suit, drawing her arms back into a boxer's guard. Despite his appearance, Aizawa fought like a storm, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He handled the mob like the pro he was, even sparing time to guard Izuki's back. Thirteen lived up to her name, using the power of the thirteen famous constellations to distract villains and drag them away from Aizawa. Every once and while, the space hero even used her pressurized force to fling someone like a cannonball into the crowd. The handsy guy got pissed as his protective ring fell like the Berlin Wall.
Izuki threw herself after every limb that came within ten feet, slowing anyone she could with light nerve damage. The obsessive amount of work Midnight barraged her with suddenly came in handy, and she felt like a storm herself, a depthless hurricane. But her instincts weren't all she would need, for the powerful warp gate rejoined the fight. He was on a whole new level.
His incomplete form crept over everything like fog. He was what truly made this an insane game, for his "limbs" moved his allies and enemies around like chess pieces. He was a cheater that couldn't be caught, a winner. His eyes glowed like he knew just how much he upset the balance. Soon, Aizawa was pushed toward the blue-haired man, while Thirteen was teleported by a bridge zone. The gate paid no mind to Izuki, leaving her to face the villains, previously divided between three people, alone.
She fought with all her might, hoping to make progress toward the teachers. Even if they were pros, two was always better than one. She glimpsed Aizawa's battle around the swinging shade of mob fists. He was tired, and the pale final boss knew it. The lead villain came forward with certainty, placing a hand on the teacher's elbow, while another villain had him pinned. Izuki gasped when Aizawa's skin began to crumple like paper, evaporating into flakes, and revealing the fleshy muscle beneath. Aizawa grunted and quickly backed into the ground, knocking out the villain on top of him. He met the blue-haired man's eyes right as he extended another palm.
The kid cried in outrage when his quirk didn't work, and Aizawa grabbed him, taking advantage of his tantrum. Aizawa pulled the guy into a headlock, and he squirmed frantically. Unfortunately, the kid's authority went further than just low-ranking villain's. He called forward a menacing black beast to slam against Aizawa. The blue kid easily freed himself. Izuki wondered why he hadn't showed off his duck before. As their fight went back and forth, leaning favorably toward the duck and his master, Izuki dispatched the last of the villains around her. Sadly, Thirteen was in an even worse situation than Aizawa, so Izuki went to help her first.
Thirteen was only partially there. The warp gate kept using her quirk against her, tearing the hero to pieces. The purple guy, however, did appear thinner than before, proving that Thirteen had done more than her share of damage. Izuki quickly ran up to her, but Thirteen saw her and screamed.
"No, stay back!" Izuki couldn't resist disobeying. Everything inside her was chaos, demanding she do whatever possible to save herself and anyone else. She could do nothing but follow the instincts. Her feet sent her forward, jumping and spinning through the air like a spider expertly crafting the grandest of webs. The portal guy did his best to face two opponents, but he was tired too. Suddenly, Izuki remembered the short battle Bakugou had initiated earlier against this guy. She saw the metal band over what could be called a neck. She smirked and dove for it.
That's when everything crumbled.
AN: So, there it is, a rushed chapter. It's funny how I wrote this story and finished it, but I still update super slow. Sorry, ;) Thanks for reading, and sticking around!
P.s. For some reason I started thinking of Star Wars(I don't own it) when I was writing this, so here's something extra...
Anakin Skywalker Vs Midoriya Izuku
Both:
-have popular/ well-respected mentors
-fell for a woman they can't have
-gain their power at a later age than usual
-have a deep love for their mom
-wear awesome costumes
-gained a power by being "chosen"
-are heroes
-find their own path with the help of friends
-have a "destiny" that they alter positively
-will do almost anything for their dreams
-lived in small towns
-have an absent father
-overpower opponents with strength and strategy
-want to protect/save others
-live in a different universe
-are reckless with their own lives
-value all life and accept everyone
-live for the sake of others