An affliction of gore becomes an inflammatory illness of emotions for the three schoolgirls watching such vehement brutality. Their innards contort like a corkscrew twist in a crude yet shortcoming mimicry of the virulent violence that they're viewing. Travailing throes shriek into Kyoka's ear canals no matter how hard her hands are pressed on either side to cover them, every paroxysm from the villains a sound straight from hell. Ibara covers her mouth to contain her own scream, though the girl's state of pale petrification is enough to silence her anyways. Momo wraps her arms around herself, feeling the moist coat of sweat on her skin. The cold dampness sends a shiver down her spine that makes her shudder.

Covered in a crimson coat of his own, consisting of rancid blood as thick and dark as tar, the transformed state of Izuku hacks at the villains that dare come too close to the whirring of his chainsaw limbs. None of the girls that he's defending will be touched by any of the severed arms and hands he removes from his enemies. The tattered and torn remains of Izuku's unbuttoned shirt sways with his wild swings as the ripcord attached to his sternum slaps his exposed chest. A collection of criminals who remain out of reach turn and flee, stumbling over their own footing as they run away with reckless abandon. Others stagger or crawl to hold onto their remaining body parts while also attempting to escape.

Serrated and whetted, the teeth of Izuku's chainsaw chains continue buzzing in a dizzying sharp spin. The fangs in his malformed mouth gnash together when his gaslit glare of smoldering gold track to chase the villains. An elongated tongue whips out of his maw when his pointed teeth spread apart, sloshing in saliva that flies out in varying directions. The roar from Izuku's throat rivals that of his revving chainsaws. More blood spills to follow the same trajectory as the boy's spit, slapping the dirt below to dampen it a deep shade of red. Wailing continues to create tremors of sickening sound in Kyoka's ears as she tries not to scream with them. Ibara becomes so numb that her hands fall away from her mouth to make way for a spray of vomit. Momo closes her eyes as she turns her head away, unable to watch the bloodshed any longer.

More of the red liquid splatters over drippings as Izuku chops his blade mounted arms at the villains. Soon, a slick surface pools beneath his and their feet. Criminals slip in the makeshift mud and roll in the muck. The smell of fuel burning wafts over the landscape's stench. Bodies made unconscious from blood loss are strewn across the disaster zone, collected in piles or heaps surrounding Izuku as he lets out a bloodcurdling war cry. His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily, the dizzying spin of his blade's chains starting to slow. Just as moderately measured of a movement, Kyoka uncovers her ears and shifts to blink back the horrific sight ahead of her.

A new liquid, blacker than the rest, steadily slides down the motorized muzzle covering Izuku's face. Oil leaks from the corners of his lemon lit eyes, a form of darkened tears falling. A choked sob escapes his monsterized mouth, "H- Hold me..", his desperate tone sounding defeated despite the corpses left in the wake of his battle. The boy's arms hang loosely at his sides, the limp state more lifeless than the severed limbs surrounding him.

Kyoka's shoes slosh through the grime beneath her feet as she hurriedly moves towards Izuku. Despite the boy being covered in blood like a layer of fresh paint, she wraps her arms around his torso and pulls him into a hug. The girl presses her ear to his chest, right over the cord dangling at its center. She hears his unique heartbeat leveling itself out. The intense pounding from before beats a little softer as it turns gentle. Izuku leans into Kyoka's touch, chainsaws receding from their extended lengths and metallic face melting into a liquid resembling the rest surrounding them. He has a burning blush once the transformative appearance fades away and he's back to his usual recognizable self.

Momo's eyelids part hesitantly to see the aftermath, a sigh of relief escaping with the breath that she had been holding in when she finds Izuku in his regular state. Beside Momo, Ibara wipes away the vomit that had dribbled down her chin with a shaky hand. Ibara's trembling fingers curl to make a fist, the forced pressure reducing their tremors. Her white robe has been tainted by the stains of the fallen sinners surrounding her, soaked red and dried to stick to her skin. She shakes like a leaf as the vines atop her head writhe with the churning of her intestines. Ibara sheds some tears, eyes puffing up with her cheeks as she huffs in an effort not to fully sob.

"D- Devil..", a weak mutter barely manages to slip through Ibara's trembling lips. Izuku flinches, "YOU'RE THE DEVIL!", then fully pulls back from Kyoka's hug when Ibara suddenly finds the strength to shout.

"H- Hey.. Come on now..", Momo hesitantly hovers her hand over Ibara's shoulder. She glances between the Class 1-B student and her fellow classmates, uncertain of who to side with or comfort first.

"Midoriya saved us!", Kyoka is quick to jump to Izuku's defense. A desperation oozes into her tone as she surveys the surrounding sea of blood, "I- I can still hear their heartbeats, they're still alive!" Her eyes flick from the bodies to Ibara and Momo.

Ibara shakes her head, gaze still lingering on the mutilated corpses, her eyes refusing to meet Kyoka's. "The anguished cries for God.. I still hear them..", the blood soaked girl goes back to muttering as she counters her peer with the opposing sound that still rings in her ears.

Slowly, Momo lowers her hand to settle on Ibara's shoulder. She gives the girl a gentle squeeze. "I think she's just shaken is all..", a tremor travels from Ibara to Momo that makes Momo's voice tremble as she says, "W- We all are.. I don't think any of us were expecting that.."

Despite the unsteady wobble in Kyoka's voice too, "He was just protecting us", she remains resolute in her defense of Izuku. She chances another glance at the dismembered collection of villains by her feet. The serpent styled one that had called 'dibs' on her lay unconscious with his arms removed. "You heard what they were saying.. wh- what they were gonna do", her voice shakes even harder and she tears her gaze away.

"I know.. Just..", Momo winces when she tracks Kyoka's sight to where it had been. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to look anymore either. "It doesn't appear as heroic as it seems..", she draws Ibara closer for her own sake now.

"It's okay", Izuku's sudden interjection makes Momo skittishly jump a little. She opens her eyes to look at the boy, reminding herself visually that he's no longer a monstrification of chainsaws. "I understand how you feel", Izuku tries not to make any sudden movement that might startle her any further and Momo suddenly starts to feel guilty for slightly siding with Ibara.

Reminded of Ibara, Momo turns her head to see the girl is still on the verge of going into shock if she hasn't already done so. Using the ability that her quirk grants her, Momo creates a blanket from her fat cells to drape over Ibara. "I'm going to stay with Shiozaki.. Get her some place away from here", and internally shames herself further for using the girl's current condition as an excuse to distance herself from Izuku.

"She could probably use a change of scenery", Izuku nods in agreement. He then looks at Kyoka, "You all could."

Realizing that he means he'll go off on his own, Kyoka turns on her heel to face him in response. "I'm not leaving you by yourself!", she plants her feet once turned and places her hands on her hips, "I'm willing to bet all the other zones have villains in them too."

"So our best bet is the plaza", Momo allows Ibara to lean on her as they steadily begin to move forwards. They try weaving around the bodies in their way as they do so.

"And we're going there together", Kyoka adds with an authoritative tone. Izuku opens his mouth to retort, but thinks better of it. Neither Momo or Ibara complain as well.

"Alright then..", Izuku sighs as he turns to follow them out of the disaster site, "Let's get going."

Within the plaza, their homeroom teacher is occupied still fighting off his own armada of villains. The underground hero starts with one, sweeping their legs out in a low crouch so that he can smack their head on the hard floor once they drop. Behind the slits in a yellow pair of goggles, Eraserhead's eyes burn a bright red. The villain he locks his sights on loses their quirk long enough for him to close the distance between them. Aizawa then knees the criminal three times in the gut. A burlier villain grabs a part of the fountain behind Aizawa, yanking out a chunk of the marble. The rock whizzes over the hero's head as he dives out of the way, saved only by instinctive reflex. The fountain piece strikes a support beam, bending the pole inwards as it shatters into debris.

Aizawa unfurls the capture cloth wrapped around his neck, whipping out the opposite ends to bind themselves around two of the villains rushing him from his left side. Using the force of the pull it takes for him to duck down and dodge a punch, he tugs on the binding line to hoist each criminal over his head so that they collide into one another. Aizawa uses his footwork to pivot and twist his body with a strong right hook to take out the burly villain next. Simultaneously, his now unwound capture cloth snags the ankle of a different opponent in the crowd. The turning motion of the hero's torso switches to go the other way, pulling on the scarf to trip the villain it caught.

Watching as the mob slowly gets eliminated one by one, the villain group's leader gradually grows agitated. He scratches at his neck as though there were stubble there, red eyes peering through the fingers of the dismembered hand covering his facial features. When Eraserhead crouches low enough to avoid being skewered by a katana and then retaliates with a kick, the villain leader decides that he's seen enough. "Nomu..", a raspy voice gets the monstrosity with an exposed brain to cock its head to the side. That same raspy voice then gives Nomu its order, "Hurt him", by pointing a finger at Aizawa.

The hulking black mass of slough and marred muscle lurches to its feet. A heap of unconscious villains lay beneath it, a less than courteous courtesy of Eraserhead. It moves as though it's unbalanced by its own bulk, the bulging limbs too heavy for its own body. The Nomu stomps on the skulls of the villains in its way, the crunch of white bone reminiscent of bloodied snow. It'd be impossible for Eraserhead to not hear the beast coming with every ground quaking step it makes as an advancement towards him. The hero uses his erasure quirk, getting into a low crouch.

Across the plaza, from a perched position on the viewing balcony of the disaster zone he just exited, Izuku witnesses what happens next. The Nomu's size is deceptive. It's fast. Faster than any of the villains Aizawa was fighting earlier. It catches Aizawa in a grip that clutches the man's entire abdomen. The creature's hefty thew lives up to expectations in terms of raw strength. Izuku can hear the sound of his teacher's ribcage shattering despite the distance. When Kyoka makes a horrified gasping noise from beside him, Izuku can only imagine what the bones breaking must have sounded like when amplified.

Momo turns her back to the view, simultaneously shielding Ibara from the sight before the girl can catch even a glimpse of it. Those two have seen enough, each of them reverting back to their trembling dispositions. Their eyes clamp shut, unwilling to replay a visual bloodshed. Though they can still hear the awful yells coming from their teacher. They flinch with every agonized shout. Izuku grinds his teeth as he grits them together, trying not to scream too.

Aizawa's limbs sling loosely as he's played with like the Nomu's ragdoll. With the carelessness of a child slinging its toy around, the mindless beast roughly slams the man into the ground. Red paints the surface that slowly chips away with every grating blow. Aizawa's eyes glare defiantly, the crimson glow as bloody as the rest of him. Until he's slammed into the floor face first. The cracked cement cuts his cheek open, splitting like a seam. Aizawa's jaw unhinges to one side, dangling as his mouth rips even further.

That's when Izuku reaches his limit. He can't just stand by and watch anymore. His index finger loops through the hole of the handle on his sternum's pulley string. Kyoka hears the rapid beat of the boy's heart begin to create a continuous rhythm. She doesn't need to hear him say, "I'm saving sensei! Stay here with them!", to know the revving is that of his chainsaws next. A red sneaker steps onto the guardrail of the balcony to use as a launching pad. When Izuku pushes off, his transformation transpires mid leap.

"Wait!", Kyoka's cry gets cut off by the whirring of the chained blades that burst forth. The elongated saws screech as they swing with Izuku's aerial movement. Each arm slices through the air when he begins to make his descent down into the plaza. A shrill shriek erupts from the chainsaw mounted atop the running engine in place of his head, the sharpened fangs within it bearing down with him.

The hand covered villain that had ordered the Nomu to attack Aizawa raises his head, the swift motion flicking his tousled hair. When he sees the source of the caterwaul coming for him, he reacts immediately. Bladed tips brush by, every metallic tooth spinning on the edge of a long bar. The villain skids back, the heels of his shoes scraping the ground. The air between him and Izuku splits as though severed, further pushing the villain away. That same gust of wind blows away the pale strands of hair hanging over his eyes.

The gaslit glow from within the dark slithers in Izuku's metal mounted face stare back, an amber substitute for eyes burning brightly. The chainsaws attached to the boy continue their rotation, pointed tips a blur. With every intense rise and fall of Izuku's chest, the string attached at the base sways from one side to the other. The thrumming of the chainsaws shift in the direction of Aizawa and the Nomu. The creature ceased its torture, awaiting orders from its boss.

To the opposite side, one of the villains Aizawa hadn't dispatched takes a broad swing with a steel rod. An emission of sparks glisten across the metallic surface of Izuku's face when it connects. While his head does turn with the blow, the rest of his body remains firm. The engine thrums louder when the yellow orb eyeing the villain intensifies its glow. The chainsaws at Izuku's sides rev louder before one juts up to carve under the villain's armpit from where he holds the metal beam. The bar drops to the ground with a resounding clang per four bounces. A scream from the villain having his underarm torn into follows suit.

Izuku jerks the chainsaw out from the villain and swings his other arm's bladed saw at the next one's legs. Taken out at the knees, that villain falls beside the one cradling his blood oozing armpit. A mighty step forward carries Izuku's overhead swing of his next attack that cuts down the final bit of cannon fodder in his way. The leader of those grunts raises his finger to point and direct the Nomu again. "Nomu.. Hurt HIM next..", that same finger curls over to scratch under the villain's jaw.

Atop the entrance steps of the plaza, Kyoka runs with Momo and Ibara to rendezvous with a handful of their classmates. The ones fortunate enough to have avoided being caught in the misty villain's warpgate let out varying sounds of relief. Though Thirteen wasn't as lucky, having been torn open from the back in a brief battle with the portaling villain. Again, Momo has to hide the gruesome sight of a corpse from Ibara. Even with Hanta at their hero teacher's side taping shut the wounds, it's tough to take in. Eijiro and the blonde with a lighting streak in his hair stand by the door that's now slightly ajar. Mina is closer for Kyoka to talk to.

Kyoka is almost too afraid to ask, "What happened?", but she's heard a lot worse today than anything her classmate could tell her.

"We distracted the villain that warped you and the others away long enough for Iida to get out. He went to get help", Mina summarizes the situation on her end while pulling Kyoka into a hug. Kyoka is so used to the pinkette being a lighthearted jokester that it's unsettling to see the girl so serious. It's even worse when Kyoka can hear the tremble in Mina's voice that's simultaneously felt through their hug.

The blonde boy beside Eijiro ventures away from the door and to the base of the stairwell towards the plaza. "Then that villain turned on his boss all of a sudden", he points in the direction of where Aizawa had been ravaged by the Nomu.

When Kyoka peels back from Mina's embrace to follow the finger's aim, she recognizes the macabre of chainsaws below. "That's not a villain, idiot! That's Midoriya!", she tries and fails to keep the feelings of agitation out of her tone when she corrects the blonde boy.

Mina turns her head to follow the line of trajectory next, raising her hands to her mouth to muffle her gasp when she sees what the two are talking about. "THAT'S Midoriya?!", her voice shakes more than it did when Kyoka had rendezvoused with her.

Eijiro sidles up next to the pinkette, openly gawking at Izuku's chainsaw state. "Holy shit..", he lets out a breathless whisper that sounds just as awed as he appears.

Behind the redhead, Hanta stands up to get a look at Izuku for himself. The grim expression he had while patching up Thirteen somehow deepens its intensity. "Yeah..", his voice sounds as distant as he is from the dropoff of the staircase when he repeats what Eijiro said, "Holy shit.."

The metallic teeth brimming the chain constantly looping itself around the bar protruding from Izuku's right arm begin to sink, they bury themselves deeper and deeper into stygian flesh. An explosive burst of blood a shade darker than any ordinary red splatters in response to the entry of the spinning blades. Izuku continues sawing with his arm bar, willing it to dig deeper as he grinds his arm back and forth. The hulking monstrosity called Nomu doesn't flinch. It doesn't even release a semblance of sound to indicate any sort of pain.

Izuku yanks the chainsaw free when he sees the creature winding up for an attack of its own. The beast moves with a cumbersome exaggeration that it didn't show when grabbing Aizawa. Izuku seizes that difference in speed to make it bleed as much as he can. The boy's left arm swings upwards so that the chainsaw protruding from it can carve itself into the Nomu's abdominal region. The muscle fibers there pulsate as though they're flexing in response to the foreign entry. Again, the Nomu reaches for Izuku, unbothered by the stabbing.

Realizing the Nomu can't possibly be human to remain unphased, Izuku begins sliding the chainsaw across its stomach rather than pulling back. He forgets about restraint, mercilessly twisting the cutting motion so that it rips apart the creature's innards. When Izuku does tear his chainsaw free, a spillage of intestines comes with it. He staggers back, surprised by his own ferocity. Except… the Nomu follows those steps with heavy stomps of its own. Still, the lab creation remains unphased, even after literally having its guts spilled.

A massive hand grabs one of Izuku's forearms, the buzzing blade slicing its palm seemingly doing nothing to loosen its hold. The boy is then lifted off of his feet, hoisted into the air as though he's weightless. He gasps when he sees from his aerial view that the Nomu's gut has begun reclosing. The monster has a regeneration factor to replace its removal of pain receptors, a dangerously deadly tradeoff. Izuku lashes out with his free arm, no longer caring what detrimental damage he does to the beast if that damage won't last forever to be detrimental enough. That arm gets caught in the Nomu's grip too, snatched by its other hand.

"Rip his arms off", Izuku can hear the satisfied smirk in the villain leader's tone. In his peripheral vision, he can see Aizawa using his erasure quirk on the Nomu in a vain attempt to prevent the order from being carried out.

Izuku tries reaching the creature's exposed brain with the chainsaw mounted to his own head, but falls short by too many inches. His feet dangle in the air from his suspended spot above the ground. Looking down at them, he remembers those are appendages that exist too. With all of the exertion that he can muster, Izuku raises his leg as high as it can go to perform an axe kick. His calf tears itself open, splitting down the middle. A chainsaw shreds its way out of Izuku's leg and embeds itself into the base of the Nomu's skull.

Brain matter splatters every which way as it's grinded up. Finally, the Nomu makes a sound. An awful ear piercing one too. The grip on Izuku's arms slackens. He twists them so that the chainsaws cut at the creature's fingers, severing the digits from its hands. Izuku hits the ground hard, landing on his ass. Black stubs topple to the floor with him.

"Nomu!", the villain leader cries out for his wounded science experiment. The creature hears its master but doesn't have the brain capacity to respond with an organ that's hardly intact. It staggers while grasping at its head with fingerless hands, helpless and pathetic as it nearly trips over itself.

A wisp of purple smoke spirals until it creates a cloud. The foggy specter then shapes itself into the villain that had introduced himself to the class earlier. Izuku recognizes him as the one that can create portals. "Tomura Shigaraki.. I'm afraid we underestimated U.A's golden eggs", the villain addresses his superior as though the turning of tides is a minor inconvenience. Yellow slithers narrow as they meet yellow orbs. The villain gauges Izuku while reporting, "One of the students managed to escape."

Tomura turns towards his comrade with a glare that would kill if it could, "Kurogiri! I'd turn you to dust if you weren't my only ticket out of here!" The leader of the fallen league claws at his neck while complaining in a lower tone, "Useless.. All of you are unreliable.."

"Shall I suggest a tactical retreat?", Kurogiri maintains his stoic demeanor despite the threats from his agitated boss. Though Izuku can tell the villain is nervous by the way the smoke wafting from his body fidgets like an open flame.

Suddenly, the doors to the USJ that had been opened by just a crack completely fly off their hinges. They're completely blown away, sailing over the plaza. One of which lands beside Izuku. The other crashes into the remains of the center fountain. All heads turn towards the sudden arrival of a presence that can be felt by sheer proximity. None other than All Might, the number one hero and the symbol of peace, stands in the doorway.

He sees the kids by the entrance first, all of them crowding around Thirteen's body. The smile he usually has vanishes, "Have no fear students!", especially when he shifts his gaze to the scene within the plaza. All Might rips away the tie around his neck as he announces his arrival, "I am here!"

Tomura stops scratching his neck, chipped fingernails lifting along with his chapped lips as they pull into a smile. "No..", he gestures with his raised hands towards the Nomu as it regenerates its brain and faces All Might, "It looks like we'll be getting a continue!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

It's Chainsaw Tuesday! I know it's been a while since the last chapter, but what a better time to finish writing and release the next one than today with the anime out and a new official chapter of the manga?!

Also.. I'VE GOT FAN ART! Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine such an awesome gift and I've gotta give a shoutout of thanks to Komodo23 for drawing such an amazing piece!

If you want to have a look... https: / / cdn. discordapp attachments / 1030891420199956520 / 1030891520393486427 / DevYouKn .png

I'm probably going to make it the story's cover!

And thank you everyone else for your encouraging comments of support as well!