Nervous silence hovered over the small neighborhood in suburban Musutafu, hushed whispers and impatient grumbles flittering between the large group of assembled police officers and heroes, everyone dressed head to toe in riot gear or their costumes. The area had been secretly evacuated earlier that day, the police making sure to do it a little at a time to avoid raising the suspicion of the Eight Precepts of Death, any hitch in the plan sure to lead to many injuries if not casualties.

Izuku silently adjusted his gloves, the young hero keeping his mind occupied to try and calm himself before the ensuing mission, the slight breeze of the chilly morning wind lightly ruffling his green mop of hair. His emerald eyes stared determinedly at the vast compound before him, it's classical Japanese decor belying the evil and vile group hidden within its walls. That's where Overhaul was. Where Eri would be. And he was determined to bring her back at any cost.

The always determined future hero felt extra motivated for this mission, his countenance cast with grim resolve as he made one last thorough check of his costume, his mind running a mile a minute as he calculated very possible outcome that might happen. He couldn't afford to slip up or make a single mistake during this mission, every last bit of his resolve and determination had to be dedicated to this very moment. He had to be focused and ready for any possible outcome, to take this as seriously as anything he ever had in his life. Because their failure could quite possibly mean the loss of Eri, forever.

"Aaaaah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Let's go!" Whining in exhausted boredom, her voice piercing loudly through the fog in his head, Toga jumped around Izuku with impatient hops, her hands balled into fists as she pressed them against her chest, a look of extreme annoyance etched on her face. "Let's get this over with! I'm tiiiiiired!"

Looking around himself, the mop-headed boy let out a nervous gulp as he saw a multitude of police officers and Pro Heroes staring at them, their angry scowls directed toward the bored godlike girl currently skipping around him, her whines echoing loudly throughout the abandoned neighborhood. Izuku was especially worried about the annoyed glare his homeroom teacher was currently shooting him, his half-lidded eyes piercing through his very soul, making the young hero shiver in fear.

Why was he glaring at him?! It wasn't like he had any control over the blonde with limitless power! Toga will do as she pleased no matter what anyone said and that was even before she became a literal god on earth!

"Hey, girl! Be quiet or else they migh-AAAAH!" The officer's furious admonishment was swiftly cut off by a gigantic, metal-clad fist crashing through the main gate of the hideout, the heavy-set doors flying off their hinges and raining down upon the congregated mass of heroes and police, the violent attack hurtling several bodies down the street. Screams of terror and surprise traveled through the panicked group of officers as a large, imposing man donning a black face mask casually stepped through the destroyed remains of the front entrance, his body looming several feet over even the tallest hero there.

"Has anyone ever told you its rude to be loud so early in the morning?" Reacting quickly, Izuku quickly leapt after some of the officers who were sent flying, the green-haired boy managing to catch one of them before they could get out of reach, Izuku gently placing him on the ground before turning to face the intimidating hulk of a man.

Lashing out at the group of police officers, an angry bellow reverberating out of his chest, the Eight Precept of Death member known as Rikiya sent out another devastating punch toward a group of men who had failed to get out of the way in time. A surprised grunt escaped his throat as he suddenly felt something sharp and scaly catch his wrist in a vice-like grip, effectively holding him in place. Lifting his head, the musclebound man noted with mild surprise that he was suddenly standing before a real-life dragon wearing a what looked like a dress of some kind, her clawed hand holding his arm firmly in place.

"The Ryukyu group will take care of him. The rest of you," Wrenching his arm painfully behind his back, the dragon lady placed her free hand onto his back before pushing him violently into the ground, his body impacting with the concrete sending a small tremor through the area, "go!"

The rush of hurried footsteps echoed through Rikiya's ears as he struggled to get out of the dragon lady's grip, the Yakuza member watching helplessly as a large assortment of heroes and officers stormed the gates, making their way toward the main compound. He couldn't let them get away, he hadn't stalled for enough time! Overhaul will not have gotten away yet!

Looking about in a panic, his masked head scraping uncomfortably against the unforgiving concrete, Rikiya tried to find any way to escape, to help him get this monstrous woman off of him and make sure no one else got inside before it was too late. Feeling something pull at the back of his mind, as if calling out to him, Rikiya's eyes fell upon a blonde schoolgirl calmly standing within the rushing crowd of heroes and police, a lazy grin plastered on her face as she absently watched everyone storm the compound, clearly not in any hurry to get in there herself.

The girl was practically brimming with vitality, her body surrounded by a golden glow in his mind's eye causing her to stand out amongst the crowd, everything about her presence overwhelming everyone else with her power. She was the perfect victim to help turn the tide in his favor.

Fumbling awkwardly in his pocket, his arm trapped partially underneath his own body, Rikiya managed to retrieve a simple syringe before jamming it roughly into his leg, a rush of power surging through his body. Inhaling deeply, something made harder by the huge weight pressing into his back, Rikiya began sucking the vitality out of the girl's body, the golden rays surrounding her slowly seeping into his lungs and throughout his system, imbuing him with even greater strength.

An intoxicating rush of power shot through his veins as he continued to pull from the girl's vitality, his whole body shuddering with pleasure at the amazing feeling of strength coursing through him. His muscles twitched as his body slowly expanded, pushing the dragon hero up slightly, Ryukyu too occupied with directing her sidekicks to notice the sudden shift beneath her feet. Rikiya was unable to take advantage of the Pro Heroes distraction however as he was lost within his own mind, the Yakuza member sucking more and more vitality out of the young schoolgirl, wanting nothing more than to greedily ingest every last drop of energy she had.

'All this power from such a puny girl.' Rikiya thought joyfully, his mind lost in a haze of bliss, the muscle-bound villain continuing to drag as much energy out of the blonde as possible until he had sucked her completely dry. He didn't know who or what she was, but this feeling, this power, was a true blessing to him. And he wanted more.

As he continued to pull from the girl's energy reserves, panic began settling in the hulking man's mind as the stream of energy didn't stop, his brain threatening to overload from the immense amount of power he was extracting from her. Even the strongest person, no matter who they were, would have been sucked dry long ago. But hers seemed to be never-ending, radiating off of her as bright and luminescent as when he began, completely unaffected from his theft of her vitality, the blonde happily bouncing from foot to foot, clearly eager to join in on the fray.

'I…I can't take anymore. It's..too…much. Too much! Can't…stop." The corners of Rikiya's vision began growing dark as his senses began to overload, his whole body starting to shut down from the constant influx of overpowering energy, the sheer infinite limits of her power sending him over the edge and into the darkness. And yet he was unable to stop, every part of him yelling for him to cut it off before it was too late, but it was like it was feeding him against his will, pumping him full until he was ready to burst.

Right before losing consciousness, his eyes rolling slowly to the back of his head, Rikiya could swear he saw the girl staring at him with a mischievous grin.

"Huh?" Feeling the body beneath her feet go limp, Ryukyu tentatively released her hold on the villain's arm, the appendage flopping lifelessly to the ground with a rumbling thump, the dragon ladies eyebrow quirking in confusion. "He passed out."

Pushing his way through the crowd of officers, Izuku tried to locate someone he knew within the sea of people, his emerald eyes quickly falling upon the familiar sight of the blonde god, Toga currently giggling happily to herself about something, her golden gaze focused on the hulking brute of a man lying unconscious on the ground. As if sensing his presence, the godlike schoolgirl turned her head to lock eyes with the green-haired hero, a brilliant smile curling on her lips as she rushed to his side, quickly wrapping him up in a bone-crushing(quite literally) hug.

"There you are Izu-kun! C'mon, we need to go!" Dropping him back onto his feet, the green-haired boy wobbling slightly as he tried to suck in some precious oxygen, Izuku suddenly lurched forward, the godlike girl roughly dragging him toward the main entrance "We have to go get Eri!"

"You all go ahead! We'll make sure he and anyone else doesn't follow!" Ryukyu's loud voice echoed behind them as Toga and Izuku rushed through the front garden, various unconscious villains and police alike littering the ground, several of them still locked in combat, the pair of students expertly dodging out of the way of any rogue attacks or flying bodies heading their way. Rushing through the front door, the duo quickly followed the line of Pro Heroes making their way through the grand halls of the Hassaikai headquarters, eventually meeting up again with Sir Nighteye and their very unhappy homeroom teacher.

"Where have you two been?" Aizawa glared sharply at his students as they came barreling down the hallway, his hair lightly floating in the air, capture tape slowly unraveling from around his neck. Izuku nervously averted his gaze, a small shiver running down the young hero's spine, Izuku stuttering out a broken apology as his teacher waited impatiently for his answer.

"Umm…big guy outside? You might have seen him. Kind of hard to get around him and through the door." Rolling her eyes dramatically, Toga rudely stuck her tongue out at the nighttime hero, clearly uninterested in dealing with one of his annoying lectures at the moment.

A slight twitch of his eye was the only reaction the blonde schoolgirl got out of her teacher, Aizawa taking a deep breath before turning back to the Foresight hero, Sir Nighteye currently using his quirk to find the secret entrance to the main part of the hideout. Aizawa had to keep his cool and his temper in check, lest he gave his true intentions away and possibly clue Toga in on what he was doing. The homeroom teacher just couldn't help but worry for his mop-headed student, Aizawa not liking having the boy be out of sight, especially with Toga, for any longer than necessary. It was his duty to keep him safe after all.

"Here." Moving a vase display out of the way, Sir Nighteye pressed a secret switch amongst the floor panels, causing the wall to slide away to reveal a hidden door. As soon as the door opened wide enough, a bunch of henchmen came rushing out of the darkness, quirks primed and ready for attack. Bubble Girl however was faster, using her bubbles to blind the henchmen before swiftly dispatching them, restraining them with relative ease.

"I'll make sure they don't follow. I'll catch up shortly!" Nodding grimly toward his sidekick, Sir Nighteye led the rest of the group down into the depths of Overhaul's hideout, Izuku and Toga following the rest down into the cold, concrete basement where hopefully Eri would be. Rushing down the samey looking hallways, each one more similar than the last, the whole group relying on Sir Nighteye's Foresight ability to get them through, Toga couldn't help but swoon as she ran alongside her green-haired love.

"Aww remember this place Izu-kun!? We have so many wonderful memories here~" Resting her palms against her cheeks, the flesh hot beneath her fingers, the godly blonde reminisced fondly of when she got to see her beloved for the first time after their fateful meeting during their attack on the summer camp. She could still clearly see the look of sheer terror on his face as he yelled her name in fright. He was so sweet to remember her.

"Huh? Wh-what are you talking about Toga-chan?" Stumbling slightly from shock, arms flailing wildly to try and catch himself before he fell, the wielder of One For All gave his all-powerful companion a deeply perplexed stare. Blinking owlishly at the boy, confusion evident in her golden orbs, Toga let out a small gasp of recognition before devolving into a fit of amused giggles that only served to befuddle the young hero even more.

"Oh, oops. Wrong timeline, hehe." Waving the boy off with an apologetic grin, Toga burst out into another round of bemused snickering, the godlike girl the one to stumble this time as she tried to hold in her raucous laughter.

"Uh..umm.." Izuku honestly had no idea what to say to that. How would anyone really react to the casual knowledge that they had met someone in another timeline? Just knowing another timeline existed, let alone many, would cause someone to raise an eyebrow. But knowing that what this person was saying was 100% fact, said person also being a literal god, would make anyone freak out just a little bit.

"Aww don't worry, Izu-kun!" Cooing playfully at the young hero, a soft, loving smile curling at the corner of her mouth, Toga gave the mop-headed boy a quick pat on the cheek before turning her attention back to the seemingly endless corridor ahead of them. "This one is waaaay better~"

Opening his mouth to respond, Izuku slowly closed it again before bringing his own attention back to the matter at hand, knowing it would be better just to let this one go. There would always be another time to be astonished and frightened by Toga's power. After Eri was safe.

"It's a dead-end!" Grinding to a halt, the group of heroes and officers stared in confusion at the large, gray wall standing in their way, the edges oddly deformed and discolored, as if they had been erected in a hurry. As the group tried to figure out their next plan, Izuku already preparing to knock the wall down with One For All if the need arose, a wave of shouts and cries started to roll through the crowd as the walls and floor began twisting and contorting unnaturally as if made from clay, being molded by an unseen creator.

Toga casually scanned the room as she expertly adjusted her footing to keep her balance, a slight, bemused smile curling on her lips as she watched the other heroes and police officers flail and stumble wildly to try and not fall over, the godlike girl letting out a small, adoring 'aww' as Izuku briefly fell on his butt. Even when he's clumsy he's cute!

Feeling Aizawa's eyes on her back, the Eraser hero having kept a close watch on her ever since her utter destruction of the Big Three, something she had been keenly aware of since the very beginning. Toga pretended to lose her balance, steadying herself by placing her hand against the nearby wall, feeling it roll and shift unnaturally beneath her fingers. Waiting for the perfect moment, her golden eyes keeping Aizawa just in her periphery, Toga struck as soon as she saw him stumble, letting her hand phase through the wall, her fingers curling around an unseen man's face before forcefully dragging him out into the open.

"WHAT?!" Letting out a cry of alarm, eyes wide with shock, Joi Irinaka stared with disbelief into the grinning face of the blonde schoolgirl, unable to understand how she circumvented his mimic quirk, let alone drag him out in his shade form. Gasping in pain, Joi felt the air being pushed out of his lungs as his back roughly collided with the uneven floor, a look of desperation crossing his features when he wasn't able to phase back into the ground. Who the hell was she?!

"I got him! Caught him while he was trying to move between hiding spots." Yelling out to the rest of the group, Toga mockingly placed her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture before moving out of the way, a swarm of officers quickly restraining him with quirk suppressing cuffs. The only thing he could do was yell out in despair at having been defeated, his anguished cries echoing through the warped room, the Mimic villain apologizing to his master as he was dragged off by the police.

"Well done Toga!" Mirio loudly cheered on his kouhai, everyone turning to regard the button-eyed boys curiously, a bright grin spread on his face as he gave the young girl an enthusiastic thumbs up. Toga simply gave him a withering glare, her golden eyes cast with dark shadows as she regarded her senpai with great disdain, the excitable third-year simply laughing it off before turning back to his mentor.

"We caught him. but the hallway isn't returning to normal. We are still blocked off and who knows how much he altered the rest of the building before being taken out. It would take us too long to knock these walls down one by one."

Sir Nighteye grimaced slightly as he tried to formulate a possible plan to deal with this very unorthodox situation. They didn't have someone like All Might, who could just rush headlong right through these walls as if they were paper, his usual brawn before brains method being highly invaluable right now. They have Izuku, even if his use of One For All was lacking, to say the least, and Toga could supplement him by copying him and using his quirk, but that would still severely slow them down.

Overhaul was no idiot, his awareness of their raid being evident of that. As soon as he sensed the slightest bit of danger he would have grabbed Eri and made his escape. The only hope they had was that he was overconfident and would take his time leaving, his trust in his Eight Precepts of Death the best chance they had of catching him.

"Sir!" Pulling the Foresight hero's attention, Mirio confidently strode up to his mentor's side, his usual jovial expression replaced with grim determination. "I can go on ahead! I can stall him until you guys catch up."

Sir Nighteye wanted to protest, to order Mirio to stay here where it's safe, that Overhaul was too dangerous to confront on your own. But this was the only option they had to keep him from escaping, loathe the Foresight hero was to admit it. It was this moment that he wished that his quirk didn't have such a drastic drawback, limiting him to just one person's future he could witness at a time, leaving him no way to keep an eye on Mirio. He would just have to trust in his student.

"Go. But don't be reckless. Remember what I taught you." Nodding firmly, Mirio gave his mentor a quick smile before dashing off and phasing through the wall, his bright costume disappearing behind the cold, gray slab of concrete. Sir Nighteye could only hope he made the right decision.

"Alright. We have to get this wall down. Izuku!" Perking up, Izuku quickly rushed to Sir Nighteye's side, Toga quickly following after him, not wanting to be away from her beloved for one second. "You're the strongest one here. We need your help in taking out these roadblocks."

"Right!" Powering up Full Cowling, green lightning crackling across his skin, the wielder of One For All crouched down low in preparation, ready to launch a destructive kick toward the piece of concrete blocking their way. The sound of someone getting into position at his side caused the young hero to turn his head, a look of surprise shining in his emerald eyes when looked into Toga's grinning face, the blonde schoolgirl in a similar stance as his own.

"Let's do this Izu-kun!" Toga cheered loudly, arms raised excitedly in the air, a bright, joyful smile spread on her cheeks. Izuku couldn't help but grin at the godlike girl's enthusiasm, the young hero nodding back at her before getting back into position, raising Full Cowling up to 10%, before the two of them launched themselves at the wall. Lifting their legs with perfect synchronization, the duo delivered a destructive pair of kicks at the wall, the thick slab of concrete shattering into a million pieces from the overwhelming power of the two young heroes.

"SMAAAASH!" Twin shouts rang out throughout the hallway as a strong wind kicked up from the combined power of Toga and Izuku's attack, leaving behind a large gaping hole, the thick concrete reduced to nothing but rubble on the ground. A couple of cheers rang out amongst the crowd, Kirishima leading the charge as he ran to his classmate's side, dragging the two of them into an unwanted hug(at least on Toga's side), the blonde schoolgirl roughly pushing the excitable redhead off before possessively pulling the green-haired boy into her own arms.

'How did she do that?' Aizawa watched the preceding events with his usual look of disinterest and boredom, while inside his mind was running a mile a minute, what he had just witnessed leaving him stunned and highly suspicious. 'Toga did not receive any blood from Izuku at any point. Nevermind the fact that she doesn't have her blood extracting device with her.'

As Aizawa rushed into the next room, Toga and Izuku trading off wall destroying duty to help speed up the process and to conserve energy, his gaze remained fixed on his blonde student, his eyes constantly returning to her back, the clear lack of her blood-sucking device leaving an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He would have to bring this up with the rest of the faculty once this mission was over.

Something was very off about Toga Himiko and it was a much bigger problem than they had previously thought.

Their progress was slow, but steady, the combined power of Toga and Izuku greatly speeding up the process, taking out the walls would have taken much longer if they only had one person to knock them down. But the two U.A. students worked expertly together, each one ready to go the second the last wall was torn down, the two of them practically reading each other's minds, never once falling out of step.

Knocking down another wall, Toga rushing in after him to take out the next one, the duo was surprised to find themselves, not within one of the many identical-looking hallways, but instead in a large, fairly nondescript room. A trio of odd-looking villains standing confidently at the other end, one of them donning the familiar plague mask as he threateningly held his sword out toward the intruding heroes, barring the only exit out of the room.

"Now what-HEY!" Feeling the sword being ripped from his grasp, the blonde man letting out a yell of surprise when he suddenly got wrapped up by a mass of writhing tentacles, the three of them struggling helplessly against their restraints, their quirks completely nullified.

"We have no time for you." Eraserhead glared sharply at the trio of villains, voice gruff and impatient, his eyes glowing an ominous red. The group of heroes and officers regarded the trio of villains thoughtfully, wondering how they should deal with them. Their ranks had already slimmed down considerably since the raid started, the thought of leaving more people behind to deal with the three of them not a very enticing prospect to them.

"Go on ahead. I can take care of these three. You all need to hurry up and catch up to Mirio before he gets himself hurt." Everyone gave the third-year a worried stare, Tamaki staring resolutely at the subdued henchmen, unsure if it was a good idea to leave a student alone with three clearly dangerous villains.

"He'll be fine." Fat Gum was the first to respond, the BMI Hero slowly making his way out of the room, only turning once to give Takamaki a proud grin. "He needs this to prove himself. Not to others, but to himself. Show me how strong you are Tamaki!"

Ushering the rest of the group out of the room, several people giving the indigo-haired boy a quick worried glance, Fat Gum watched his student for several seconds before following everyone else down the hall, a bit of pride swelling in his chest. He truly had grown into a fine hero.

"Amajiki-senpai! Be careful!" Kirishima called out to his senpai before heading out the door, a look of worry crossing the Hardening heroes face as they left the boy alone, his gaze locked firmly on the ground beneath his feet as they rushed down the mostly unaltered hallway, Mimics influence having not stretched this far, most of the building remaining the same, except for a stray wall blocking their path every now and then.

"Kirishima! Watch out!" Kirishima had no time to react as he quickly whipped his head up at the shout, his eyes widening in fear at the large fist flying toward him, the redheaded boy unable to activate his quirk in time before feeling himself being launched through the wall behind him. Despite the powerful hit, Kirishima felt no pain, a strange spongy layer surrounding his whole body as he hurtled through several walls.

Feeling himself drop, the fleshy cocoon he found himself rolling down what seemed a long tube, Kirishima was suddenly flung from his protective surrounding and landed heavily on the hard concrete. Groaning in pain, Kirishima took in his strange surroundings, a large, empty room covered in darkness stretching out before his eyes. Turning to where he originally landed, the young boy's gasping in shock as he laid eyes upon just what had encased him and kept him safe.

"Fat Gum!" Rushing to his mentor's side, the BMI hero rubbing his head to help soothe the ache throbbing in his skull, his eyes momentarily looking around blearily before falling upon his student, relief washing over his chubby face when he found the boy completely unharmed.

"Ah, Kirishima. Glad you're ok." Getting to his feet, Fat Gum playfully ruffled the young hero's spikey hair, Kirishima grinning up at his mentor with his razor-sharp teeth.

A loud crash from overhead pulled the pair out of their student and mentor moment, the pair quickly getting into battle stances as a large, muscular man landed before them, an ecstatic grin peeking out from behind his mask. Smashing his fists together, the clang of metal on metal noisily ringing through the room, the hulking man pointed dramatically at the pair, a boastful laugh rolling out of his chest.

"Alright! Who wants to fight!?"


"Kirishima! Fat Gum!" Calling after his classmate and the Pro Hero, Izuku was about to rush after the pair when he felt a strong grip on his shoulder, the green-haired boy whipping around to stare at Sir Nighteye in shock.

"We have to keep going." Holding up his hand before Izuku could interject, Sir Nighteye slowly lifted himself back into an upright position before making his way back down the hallway, his usually stern and emotionless voice softened with care. "Don't worry. Fat Gum is with him. He'll be fine."

Clenching his fist, Izuku wanted to protest, to go and help his classmate, but a flash of white hair and red eyes in his head reminded him of what was at stake. Taking a deep breath, the young hero steeled himself before returning to Toga's side, the blonde schoolgirl giving him a quick nod, one he returned with one of his own before the two of them returned to knocking down any walls in their way.

They had to save Eri and stop Overhaul. It's why Kirishima and Fat Gum were there too. Going after them would just jeopardize their chances, something he knew Kirishima would protest greatly against. Izuku had to trust in his friend and carry on, as much as it might pain him to do so.

A light poke on his cheek pulled the green-haired boy out of his wallowing thoughts, Izuku turning his head to stare into the beaming golden eyes of the godlike girl, Toga gracing him with a soft smile before gesturing toward the large concrete wall blocking their path. Firing up Full Cowling, Izuku gave the blonde schoolgirl a quick nod, a determined grin spreading on his face as the pair lunged at the concrete obstruction with a synchronized cry.


'Have to keep going! We can't let him get away! We have to get Eri back!'

Mirio continued sprinting down the seemingly never-ending hallway, sweat pouring down his brow as he phased through another wall blocking his path, the effects of overusing his quirk starting become apparent, the button-eyed boy straining every last muscle in his body to keep going. He couldn't afford to slow down, to take a short breather, he had to carry on. If he didn't, if he let up for just a second, Eri would be taken away. She would truly be out of their reach then, no hope of being rescued.

No hero there to save her.

Gritting his teeth, Mirio pushed his body even further, muscles straining painfully as they cried out in agony. How could he possibly save a million people if he failed to save Eri now?! What kind of hero would he be if he left her alone, fearful and crying, her smile forever lost? He failed her once, his own weakness leaving her in the clutches of that monster, dragged back into the pits of hell she had finally managed to escape from. He was never going to do it again. He was not going to let her go. He was going to save her!

Feeling a jolt run down his spine, his mind screaming at him, Mirio quickly dodged to the side, a split second before a bullet whizzed by his head, the Permeation hero managing to activate his quirk just in time to let it phase harmlessly through his ear. Grinding to a halt, Mirio got into a defensive stance, his eyes quickly darting to the end of the hall where the shot originated from.

"How did you get past our defenses so quickly?"

A man, dressed head to toe in an all-black plague doctor's getup, stood defiantly at the end of the hall, revolver clutched tightly in his fist as he aimed the barrel toward the young hero, the disbelief and anger clear in his voice.

"I took a shortcut." Letting a mocking grin slip past his lips, Mirio quickly scanned the darkened hallway, his eyes falling upon two other men, shock running through his system as he spotted a familiar shock of white hair, held protectively within the arms of another member of the Eight Precepts of Death. Shifting his gaze slightly to the side, the Permeation hero felt rage boil in his veins, his fist clenching tightly at his side as he looked into a familiar pair of cold, golden eyes.

Overhaul.

Rushing forward, intent on stopping the Yakuza leader before he could escape, the blonde boy suddenly felt his head swim strangely, his legs almost giving out from under him as he stumbled awkwardly to the side. Bracing himself against the wall, his vision growing hazy and unfocused, Mirio felt his legs shake as he tried to get back into an upright position.

"Heh. Feeling a bit tipsy?" Hearing a disgusting slurping sound from above, the blonde third-year lifted his head to the ceiling, the blurry shape of a villain hanging from the pipes above appearing in his vision, a bottle of alcohol clutched tightly in his fist as he greedily lapped up the intoxicating beverage. Small splatters of alcohol and saliva splattered noisily onto the ground, the sound ringing awfully in the boy's head, his stomach rolling uncomfortably as a wave of nausea flooded his senses.

Another set of shots rang out, the sound reverberating like a distant echo in his head, Mirio just managing to leap out of the way, the bullets flying harmlessly overhead as the young hero landed heavily on the harsh concrete floor, his ribs protesting the rough treatment they were being given. Two more bullets came flying toward his prone body, the deadly projectiles luckily passing harmlessly through his body, the endless training of his quirk finally paying off.

'Why?' Wide crimson eyes stared at the white and gold-clad boy in disbelief, her mind unable to comprehend why he would be here. She left, they were safe. Why was he here? He was in danger if he stayed here, if not from Overhaul then from her. What Chisaki said was true. Hers is a cursed existence, meant only to bring others nothing but pain, supplemented only by her own.

Why was he here?

'This isn't good. My head is killing me.' Phasing through more gunfire, Mirio tried to go on the offensive, but his feet failed to cooperate with his brain's demands, causing him to collapse against the wall once more, his button eyes desperately searching for any opening so that he could take them out. Before Chisaki could get away. Before he lost Eri once again.

Taking a deep breath, the Permeation hero listened absently to the man with the gun's boasting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He would have to be fast and strike with everything he got if he hoped to have a chance at winning. Seeing the black-clad man raise the gun once more, barrel pointed ominously at the white-clad hero, Mirio phased into the wall the second the shot rang out, traveling quickly through the wall toward where he remembered seeing the alcohol-soaked villain. He just had to hope he was still there.

To his great fortune, the sake swilling villain had remained in place, the momentum from his exit through the ceiling launching Mirio with extreme speed toward the Yakuza members. With two swift, yet thrown with deadly precision, punches, Mirio quickly knocked the gun-wielding man in black, as well as the ceiling dwelling alcoholic, into the air. Using his previous momentum, Mirio quickly phased back into the ground before popping up behind them, landing a set of devastating strikes to the back of their heads.

Despite the commotion going on behind him, Overhaul simply continued to saunter lazily down the hallway, not at all worried about the young hero currently in hot pursuit of him. He was simply a child, brainwashed by society, infected with the sickness known as heroism. He may be successful now, but his failure was all but assured. A hero is a blight to be eradicated, and Chisaki was the cure.

Sensing movement behind him, Chisaki slowly turned his head toward the other end of the hall, his golden eyes nonchalantly scanning for any threats, the Yakuza leader mildly surprised to find nothing behind him.

"CHISAKI!"

Stricken by shock, Chisaki gaze shot backward, his eyes widening in surprise as the white and gold-clad hero materialized behind him, his arm reared back, poised to strike. Overhaul was barely able to lean back in time, the boy's fist barely grazing his cheek, the force of his attack leaving a shallow cut upon his skin.

Despite missing Overhaul, Mirio used the momentum of his attack to aim a kick toward the man in the white hood, the Permeation hero using his quirk to phase harmlessly through Eri to strike the henchman with a devastating kick to the face. The force of the hit sent the man flying, his grip on the white-haired child loosening, causing Eri to momentarily hang in the air before falling to the floor.

Reacting quickly, Mirio deftly caught the young girl in his arms, the blonde boy cradling her carefully to his chest, his button eyes staring defiantly at Overhaul as the Yakuza leader turned to face the third-year with an enraged glare.

".…why? Run…" Eri's voice, so small and weak, softly drifted from between her lips as she stared up at the young hero in disbelief, fear gripping her heart at the prospect of anyone else getting hurt because of her. "He'll kill you!"

"I won't let you feel sad ever again."

Eri's eyes widened in surprise, a strange warmth clawing its way to her bruised heart as the button-eyed boy held her in his arms, his grip gentle despite how fierce he looked. It sparked a strange sensation deep within her, something she had only ever felt once before, the colors of green and gold momentarily flashing in her mind. The feeling of safe arms and a comforting smile.

"Everything's going to be ok." His face set with grim determination, voice strong with conviction, Lemillion glared fiercely at the leader of the Eight Precept of Death as he held Eri protectively to his chest. "I'll be your hero."


"Go! Find Mirio! I'll retrieve Eraserhead!"

Sir Nighteye's voice rose above the din of chaos crashing all around them as the police and the Pro Heroes clashed with the various henchmen littering the hallway, the screams and cries building into a cacophony of violence.

They had been getting close, Izuku was sure of it, the number of walls blocking their way becoming less and less, the signs of previous struggles evident the further they went. Mirio had been through here, the bodies of two high ranking members of the Eight Precepts of Death lying passed out in the middle of the hall, a broken bottle of alcohol staining the ground with the strong scent of sake.

The henchmen had caught them by surprise, the heroes sure all the underlings had been sent to the front gates to slow them down, but many had been lying in wait, prepared to attack the second they got too close to their master. The police had been quickly overwhelmed, the tight space making it hard to deal with the quirk wielding villains, leaving Izuku, Toga, and the rest of the heroes to deal with them.

In the commotion, Aizawa had been struck by one of the villain's quirks, a strange arrow appearing from beneath his pale hood, Chronostasis using the confusion to drag the nighttime hero away, to keep his master safe from his Eraser quirk.

Dispatching another villain, their body falling unconscious to the ground, Izuku locked eyes with his new mentor, the steely gaze of Sir Nighteye boring deep into him, the restrained desperation clearly evident behind the facade of calm assurance. Izuku simply gave him a quick nod before rushing down the hall, Toga swiftly appearing at his side, the sound of rocks crashing violently together echoing from further down the hall, each one punctuated by a strong rumble rolling through the ground.

"Something big is going on down there." Toga murmured quietly to herself as she ran beside her beloved Izu-kun, her golden eyes briefly flickering to his face, a small blush staining her cheeks as she beheld the grim determination shining in his emerald eyes. He was just the coolest! So strong and resolute, his mind fully focused on the mission at hand, the wielder of One For All prepared to do anything to save Eri and pull her out of the darkness. It was just like all the stories she used to hear about heroes. True Heroes.

"Toga-chan!" Snapping her head toward the mop-headed boy, loving gold meeting determined emerald, Toga gave him a quick nod to tell him she was listening. "Can you locate them?!"

Grinning widely, Toga felt her heart soar in her chest, the godlike girl practically ecstatic that the young hero trusted her enough, believed in her, to ask for help. No one had ever relied on her, wanted her help, seemingly always keeping a wary eye on her, making sure to give her a wide berth when they passed her in the hall. You drink one boy's blood with a straw and everyone thinks your crazy!

Perking up, eyes darting toward a section of the wall, her gaze staring at some unseen force behind its thick concrete layer, Toga came to a screeching halt, her finger stretched out toward an unassuming part of the hall.

"There!" Pointing toward a nearby wall, Izuku did not hesitate one second, immediately busting through the designated concrete with all his might, the thick rock crumbling like paper against his shoulder. His body continued forward as he landed inside a large warehouse-like room, jagged pieces of rock and bits of debris littering it's vast empty space.

"Senpai!" Darting his eyes across the wide arena, the signs of a large conflict evident with the blood and vast swaths of destruction littering every corner of the room, Izuku let out a gasp of shock as his eyes fell upon the beaten and battered body of his upperclassman, bruises and large tears on his costume covering his body.

"Eri…she's safe." Wheezing out a breathless groan, his lungs burning painfully from every intake of air, Mirio took a shaky step before collapsing forward, his legs finally giving out from underneath him. Izuku quickly rushed to his senpai's side, catching the taller boy before he could collide roughly with the ground, the green-haired boy cradling Mirio as gently as possible against his body.

Momentarily distracted by the green-haired boy's appearance, his golden eyes shining with recollection, remembering Izuku from the day Eri almost escaped, Overhaul quickly launched another attack, sharp spikes shooting out of the concrete and heading straight for the pair of heroes. Just as they were about to reach their target, a blonde blur appeared in front of them, the spiked concrete bouncing harmlessly off of her body before disintegrating completely, leaving behind no trace of their existence.

"Were you planning to hurt, my Izu-kun?" A dark rumble rolled out from Toga's chest like distant thunder as she glared at the beak-wearing bastard, shadows dancing across her features, deforming it into a terrifying visage that promised nothing but unending pain. "You should see what happened to the last guy who dared lay a hand on him."

Mortal terror shot through Overhaul's heart as he stared into the dark, golden gaze of the blonde schoolgirl, his whole body seizing up in fear. His mind desperately screamed at him to run, to get away from this monstrous girl, that he was out of her league. That death was the only thing awaiting him if he dared to anger her any further. But his body wouldn't listen, the only thing he could muster was a pathetic whimper and a deep shudder that shook him from head to toe.

"Sh-sh-shoot….h-er…" Through quivering lips, Chisaki managed to stutter out a weak-willed order to his henchman, the black-hooded man quickly loading another quirk erasing bullet into his gun before taking aim at the terrifying girl. Squeezing the trigger slowly, fingers slick with sweat, Shin's whole body rocked with the force of the shot, the red-tipped bullet flying straight at the stationary girl.

Hearing the gunshot go off to her side, Toga lazily turned her head toward the sound, her golden eyes watching with great disinterest as the bullet flew, seemingly in slow-motion, toward her. She could easily get out of the way, catch it, or even just have it disappear without a second thought.

'But,' she thought with a wicked grin, 'what fun would there be in that.'

Like the smallest of pinpricks, the bullet struck her directly in the neck, lodging itself firmly into her skin. A silent cheer rang out from the black hooded henchman, a great sigh of relief escaping Overhauls body as the fear began to settle in his chest, a slight bit of confidence growing once again now that the biggest threat had been dealt with.

Blinking owlishly a couple of times in mock confusion, Toga briefly scratched her neck, as if dealing with a pesky itch, before pinching the red-tipped needle between her fingers, popping it easily out of her skin. Bringing it up to her golden eyes, the blonde schoolgirl regarding the bullet curiously, turning it back and forth between her fingers, before breaking out in a mischievous grin and popping it in her mouth.

'What!?' Horror crossed Overhauls features as he watched the girl chew lazily on the quirk erasing bullet, small crunching sounds coming from her mouth as she chewed on it like candy, before swallowing it with an exaggerated gulp, her tongue sticking out as she got a look of disgust on her face. 'Wh-what is she!?'

"Hey, it's ok, senpai. It's going to be ok." Izuku carefully hefted the larger boy up to his feet, the green-haired boy absently aware of the godlike girl standing right behind him, a strange sense of safety and comfort glowing in his chest, the wielder of One For All sure in the knowledge that she would keep them safe. She always had before.

"My quirk…it's gone."

Izuku's mind froze at what his senpai said, cold dread running through his head as he slowly turned his head to regard the blonde boy, Mirio's button eyes dark with emotion, the truth of his words evident in their depths. Permeation was gone, his dream of becoming the top hero going up in smoke, his bruised and broken body shaking with barely restrained sorrow.

Mirio was quirkless.

"Toga-chan." Turning her head at her beloved's voice, a tinge of worry shining in her golden gaze, the godlike girl felt her heart jump in her chest as she looked into his emerald eyes, One For All beginning to crackle over his skin. "Can you get senpai and Eri out of here?"

"I'll deal with Overhaul."

Nodding rapidly, the hints of a grin curling on her lips, Toga quickly rushed to his side, taking the injured third-year from Izuku, the wielder of One For All slowly walking toward the leader of the Eight Precepts of Death, power rolling off his body in waves, shrouding him in a halo of light. Toga couldn't help but swoon, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips as she giggled blissfully at how heroic her Izu-kun was, her laughter jostling Mirio's body painfully. An annoyed look crossed Toga's features as she glared at the boy, perturbed that he interrupted her admiring with his whiny groans of pain.

"Can you walk, doll eyes?" Glaring sharply at the blonde boy, clearly upset that she had to be put on watch duty for the injured hero, Toga practically dropped him before he had a chance to give an answer to the affirmative, Mirio briefly stumbling before managing to catch himself.

Barely giving the upperclassman another thought, Toga playfully hopped over to the white-haired girl seated on the ground, Mirio's cape wrapped securely around her tiny body, her crimson eyes looking up at her in disbelief and wonder. Kneeling down to her height, a bright smile pulling on her lips, Toga giggled as she cheerfully squished Eri's cheeks, the young girl looking up at her in confusion, small squeaks of discomfort falling from her lips.

"You are actually quite cute with a cape." Getting back to her feet, the godly schoolgirl offered her hand to the white-haired girl, a sweet, caring smile curling on her lips, silently beckoning for Eri to take it. Hesitantly lifting her hand, fingers trembling, Eri gently placed her smaller hand into the older girl's, Toga grasping it tightly, giving it a small reassuring squeeze before leading her out of the room, casually draping Mirio over her shoulder as they went.

"Everything is going to be ok, Eri-chan." Toga smiled brightly down at the horned girl as she took a quick glance over her shoulder, her sparkling golden eyes falling upon the emerald hero squaring off with Overhaul, lightning arcing off of his body in waves. "A hero is here to save us all."


"C'mon doll eyes. You're holding us up."

Toga groaned in annoyance as they came to a stop once more, Mirio's body collapsing roughly to the ground, Eri running over to check up on him as deep, heaving coughs wracked his body painfully. Rolling her eyes, the godlike girl walked over to his hunched over form, lazily prodding at his back with her finger, trying to urge him to get up again, the only response she got was another series of pained groans.

She was missing Izuku's big fight for this?

"Mirio!" Lifting her bored gaze upward, the blonde schoolgirl watched with indifference as Sir Nighteye came tearing down the hallway, his yellow eyes wide with worry for his student. Clearly, the rescue of her homeroom teacher was successful.

"Sir." Raising his head weakly, Mirio was suddenly engulfed in his mentor's arms, his chin resting on the tall, lanky man's shoulder. The third-year wanted to return the hug, to reassure him that everything was ok, but Mirio couldn't muster the strength to lift his arms, simply settling for pressing his face into Sir Nighteye's chest.

"You did great Mirio. You were amazing." Sticking her tongue out in disgust, golden eyes rolling in their sockets, Toga knelt down and pulled Eri into her chest, the godlike girl staring a one-sided competition with the student and mentor pair, lightly stroking the smaller girl's hair as she mockingly mouthed Sir Nighteye's previous words. Eri merely stood there in confusion, a small inkling of warmth flickering in her chest as she hesitantly placed her arms around the taller girl's neck, unaware of Toga's true intention.

Blinking in surprise, the godlike girl lowered her gaze downward, a shock of white hair engulfing her vision as she felt Eri hug her back. Giggling softly, happiness bubbling in her chest, Toga gave the little girl a big squeeze, nuzzling her nose playfully into Eri's snowy white hair. Such a cutie!

"Watch over Mirio, please. I'll go help Midoriya." Growling lowly in her chest, momentarily frightening the young girl, Toga slowly pulled out of the hug, her golden eyes glaring fiercely at the looming Pro Hero, unaffected by his plea for help.

"I'm doing this for Izu-kun, not you." Toga rumbled out angrily, fangs bared dangerously as she glared at the taller man, Sir Nighteye giving her a quick nod before rushing off down the hall, the godlike girl watching him go, a dull look in her golden eyes.

Bursting into the room, yellow eyes scanning the area with expert precision, Sir Nighteye swiftly threw some weighted stamps at the monstrous creature lunging toward the green-haired boy. The multi-limbed creature managed to dodge out of the way just in time, abandoning his attack on the younger boy, golden eyes glaring angrily at the interloper daring to interrupt him.

"Chisaki." Sir Nighteye calmly strode toward the monstrous person that had once been Chisaki Kai, the Yakuza leader having fused himself with his henchmen using his quirk to augment his powers, creating the creature that stood before him now. Checking on Izuku from the corner of his eye, the Foresight hero worriedly noted the jagged pieces of rock sticking out of various parts of his body, the boy clearly too stubborn to give up though as he tried to get back to his feet, blood flowing out of the wounds.

He had to make sure he stayed safe. For All Might's sake.

"Another hero here to spout some nonsense at me, like a disease invading one's body. How disgusting." Spitting out the words, distaste evident in his voice, Chisaki glared angrily at the Pro Hero, his four fists clenched with rage. How many of these parasites were there, infecting the world with their disease, their filthy words destroying society from within and they didn't even know it. Young kids, like that green-haired boy and the boy clad in white, already terminally infected with heroism, with the belief in quirks, when they should be out enjoying their lives. Not dying at the hands of a villain.

But how else would they be cleansed?

Placing his palms on the ground, Overhaul shot out a series of spikes toward the Pro Hero, Sir Nighteye easily dodging out of the way, ducking and weaving between the deadly boulders, not a single wasted movement to be found. Throwing a couple more weighted stamps at him, forcing Overhaul to dodge out of the way, Sir Nighteye swiftly closed the distance between him and the Yakuza leader.

'Those movements. So he's the teacher.' Chisaki noticed absently as he dodged a flurry of kicks and punches from the Pro Hero, the monstrous man much faster than Sir Nighteye first expected, the pair trading blows, neither quite managing to land a solid hit on the other. Ducking low, Chisaki felt a kick fly overhead, the force of the blow ruffling his hair, the Yakuza leader using the opportunity to create more rock spikes, aimed directly at Sir Nighteye.

"Gragh!" Searing pain shot through Sir Nighteye's stomach, his eyes widening as a soundless scream tore from his throat, his gaze falling down to the large spire sticking out of his midsection. The film reel in his mind began to stutter, the black and white image becoming distorted and torn before completely fading to nothing as he watched his own timeline slowly disappear.

"I…why is this familiar? Where…have I seen this…before?" Sir Nighteye coughed painfully, blood splattering from his mouth, the Pro Hero felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him, like morbid deja-vu. He had been here before, witnessed this very moment first hand. But how?

Gasping in shock, his whole body seizing in pain, the Foresight hero remembered where he had seen this sight before. It was the day he welcomed two new students to his agency, when time itself flashed before his eyes, the beginning and end of everything pushed forcefully into his brain. His own end mixed in with the rest.

'T-toga…Himiko…'

"Sir!" An anguished cry ripped through Izuku's throat as he watched his mentor get impaled by Overhaul, his emerald eyes staring in shock at the grisly sight before him, the steady drip of blood cutting through the dull haze in his mind. He couldn't have failed again. Another person couldn't have been hurt because of him. Why was he always too late to save anyone!?

"Eri!" Looking up in shock, Izuku watched as a strange mouth materialized from one of Overhauls palms, its words echoing painfully in his mind, as if it was trying to forcefully bore its way into his brain. "Someone else is about to die because of you! Is that what you want?!"

The wielder of One For All gaped in confusion as the voice slowly faded from his mind, the strange compulsion pulling at him dissipating, letting him think clearly. What was that? It didn't seem to do anything to him, except press uncomfortably into his brain, but overall he seemed to be ok. And why did he say Eri's name?

"I…I…I don't want that!"

Whipping his head around in a panic, Izuku stared in horror at the hole he had made earlier, Eri's small form standing atop the rubble, a look of deep distress on her face. Why was she here?! She should be getting out of here!

"No! Stay with Toga!" Izuku called out to her, his voice full of panic and desperation as he tried to rush to her side, his legs crying out in pain from the pressure he was exerting on him, the green-haired boy trying to force his body to get to his feet. He needed to get her out of there. He couldn't let Overhaul take her. All of this would have been pointless if they lost her.

She deserved to be free!

"Eri?" The strange voice echoed through the room once more, Eri stiffening as it called her name, a soft gasp passing her lips. "Do you really think he can do anything in this situation on his own?"

The white-haired girl felt the voice invade her mind, digging painfully at her, compelling her to answer. Shakily turning her head to the green-haired boy, the sweet, caring boy with the safe arms, her crimson eyes brimming with unshed tears. She didn't want to say this, to hurt him so. He had come all this way, they all did. They came for her. But she was forced to tell the truth.

"N-n-"

"Good thing he isn't alone then." Eri's answer died on her lips as another voice appeared behind her, the young girl whipping around to stare in shock at the taller girl standing over her, her golden eyes glinting dangerously as she glared daggers at Overhaul. Casting her gaze across the battlefield, Toga casually disregarded the torn and mutilated body of Sir Nighteye, the spire of rock still sticking out of his stomach, blood staining the point a sickly shade of crimson.

Toga did not care one bit for the man's life, his existence one of the countless others she held dominion over, a drop of rain within an endless ocean. Wholly unremarkable and useless to the world. He meant nothing to her. Her only concerns were the little girl before her and her beloved Izu-kun. The rest was worthless to her.

A shiver ran down Eri's spine as she felt a terrifying aura surround the older girl, the white-haired girl taking a tentative step away from Toga, her small frame wracked with shudders. Noticing the girls frightened reaction, the godly schoolgirl gave her a goofy, tooth-filled grin, her razor teeth only making her look more intimidating to the little girl. Placing a hand on top of her head, her fingers gently running across the soft strands of pure white, Toga gave her a couple of comforting pets before playfully booping her horn, Eri stumbling slightly from the gentle shove making the godlike blonde swoon at how adorable the young girl was.

Pure terror shot through Chisaki's heart as the blonde girl's head shot back up to glare at him, the leader of the Eight Precepts of Death backing away nervously as she slowly stalked toward him, thick rivulets of sweat pouring like waves down his face. As Toga got within grabbing distance, her hand coming up to reach for his face, Chisaki cowering in fear as it slowly advanced toward him, a sudden loud crash from above pulled their attention upward.

Two humongous objects crashed through the ceiling, their hulking forms plummeting to the ground at immense speed, large boulders and debris showering down onto the crowd below. Jumping out of the way of the twin behemoths, their immense frames colliding with the earth sending a tremor through the earth, Toga quickly rushed to Izuku's side, tearing the jagged pieces of rock out of his body, healing his injuries the instant she did so. Lifting him back to his feet, Izuku shooting her a quick 'thank you, the pair raised their heads in wonder as they felt a large rumble shake the earth, one separate from Ryukyu and Rikiya's giant bodies hitting the ground.

"No! Eri!" Rushing forward, tearing himself from Toga's arms, Izuku ran toward the large spire of rock that was rising slowly out of the ground, Overhaul standing atop the massive tower, Eri held firmly in his clutches. He needed to get up there, he couldn't let him escape. Not after they got so close! He could still reach her! He had to get to her!

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the wielder of One For All whipping around in a panic, his emerald eyes met Toga's golden ones, a comforting smile curling on her lips as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Placing his hand against his cheek, the skin feeling hot beneath his gloved hand, Izuku looked in wonder at the godly schoolgirl, confused why she would suddenly do that at a time like this.

"You have to get up there, Izu-kun!" Toga cheered loudly as she grabbed a hold of Izuku's suit, the godlike girl picking up the green-haired boy with immense ease, the young hero letting out a surprised yelp before feeling his body weight shift roughly backward. Rearing back, tongue sticking out playfully from between her lips in concentration, Toga launched her beloved Izu-kun up into the sky, his body hurtling with immense speed directly toward the rising tower of rock. Toward Eri.

"Eri needs a hero!"

Flying through the hair at intense speed, the wind whipping painfully against his face, Izuku steeled himself as he started closing in on the rising platform, Chisaki's grotesque form slowly coming into view. Firing up Full Cowling, Izuku began angling his body back and forth, expertly dodging past the countless debris still falling from the immense hole above.

Just a little more! A little more and he could get to her!

'He…he's coming. He's coming for me.' Eri couldn't believe it. He was still trying, despite being beaten and broken, his friends mortally wounded and dying around him, he was still trying. Trying so hard to save her.

A flicker of red in the corner of her eye pulled Eri's gaze from the green-haired boy flying toward them, her fingers wrapping tentatively around the bit of fabric in front of her, grabbing ahold of it without even thinking. Lemillion's face flashed briefly in her mind as she stared at the piece of fabric, his steadfast determination as he squared off against someone much stronger than him, prepared to risk everything to save her. Just like the boy in green and the kind lady with the comforting smile.

She believed she was cursed, that her very existence brought people nothing but pain. She had no choice but to accept that as her fate. But, she couldn't watch as these people died trying to save her. She didn't want anyone to suffer anymore because of her. Her feelings however shifted. She didn't want to run away anymore. She wanted to feel those kind arms again, to be with the lady with the beautiful smile.

She wanted to save them too.

A bright light sparked to life over her horn, a strong power beginning to flow through her tiny body as she placed her hand onto Chisaki's shoulder. Pulling at the feeling within her, Eri moved her body forward, ripping Shin from Chisaki, rewinding Overhaul back to his regular form, her momentum throwing her over the side of the tower, where the man with the kind arms was.

Izuku gasped in shock as a small object suddenly leapt off the side of the tower, Eri's familiar white hair glittering brilliantly from the sunshine shining in from up above, a red cape clutched tightly within her tiny fist. Flattening himself out, Izuku stuck his arms out toward her, his fingers desperately reaching out to her, the green-haired boy straining every muscle in his body to try and grab a hold of her.

Raising her arms, fingers briefly touching as they reached out for each other, Izuku's pulled deep within himself and lurched forward with all his might. Grasping at the cape, his fingers clutching tightly to the red fabric, Izuku pulled the young girl close, his hands wrapping firmly around hers.

He caught her. And he was never letting go.

A/N: Hold that girl tight.

Another extremely long chapter. These won't be the norm I'm sorry to say, these last view just had a lot they needed to get through and I didn't want to scrimp on any of the descriptions to cut down on the word count. There were many moments I could have ended on, but it would either make this chapter or the next too short. So a super long chapter it is.

Woo! Eri is being saved and Sir Nighteye is in grave danger. Maybe not woo for the second part. Lots of action in this chapter, the Overhaul arc being absolutely abundant with it. Some things were shifted around or changed due to Toga's inclusion, some of the bigger problems. At least she got to harass Mimic a little bit, even in the new timeline.

This chapter was mainly an Izuku growth chapter as he finally grows into the hero is destined to be. He had to prove his worth, not only to himself but to Toga. Even Toga knew she wasn't the one who should be saving Eri. Izuku is the only true hero in her eyes after all.

Next chapter: 100%

Thank you all for reading and your continued support! I hope to be back a little quicker for the next chapter, the shorter length guaranteeing the turnaround won't be as long. I hope you all look forward to it! I love you all and take care of yourselves!