Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Case Number: 201674

Date of Incident: 16th April, 201X

Reporting Officer: Tamakawa Sansa

Prepared By: Tsukachi Naomasa

Incident: Incursion at Unforseen Simulation Joint(U.A. High School)

Detail of event:

"Thirteen-sensei was just telling us what we'd be doing. About halfway through, Dekkun (Note: Izuku Midoriya) looked at his phone and started looking antsy."

Unforeseen Simulation Joint

You: Heard you weren't feeling well, Sensei. Three hours really fly by, huh? I wasn't able to make lunch today, but be sure to eat. I'll punch you in the stomach if you don't.

{Message Not Sent}

Izuku frowned as he saw the notification pop up on his phone.

In the upper right corner of his screen, he saw the words [No Signal] flashing.

He didn't know why, but he felt his stomach drop slightly.

He lightly nudged Occhan's shoulder, drawing her attention as covertly as possible.

"Dekkun?"

"Hey, sorry to ask, but would ya mind I borrowed your phone real quick? An emergency came up and mine is on the fritz."

He lied as easily as he breathed. Was that a bad thing?

Occhan, sweet and helpful and friendly, the first friend Izuku had made at U.A., hesitated for only the briefest of moments before tapping the bottom of one of her armbands, retrieving an obviously old, but still well-maintained flip phone.

Huh. Nostalgic.

He gave her a grateful smile and a short word of thanks before flipping it open.

[No Signal]

His stomach dropped even further.

He swallowed slightly around a lump that appeared in his throat.

He handed his friend her phone back, some half-hearted excuse about a poor signal and a sheepish apology about bothering her for something unimportant danced on his tongue, but never made their way past his lips as he noticed something.

A lot of somethings, not too far away from them.

His stomach was in his boots at this point.

His heart was beating fast pounding a mile a minute like a rampant drumline in a marching band.

The last time he felt like this, he was curled behind a police car that was being pelted by gunfire.

He had a really bad feeling about what was going on.

That feeling only got worse when he noticed that Aizawa-sensei had tensed up.

"Is this like the Entrance Exam, where the lesson's already started?", he heard Kirishima ask.

No.

People were moving, getting ready to spring into action.

Don't-

"Don't move!"

His classmates all halted in their tracks.

That was the loudest any one of them had heard their homeroom teacher speak.

"Those are villains."

…What the fuck?

" The one that seemed to be the leader was slim with light blue hair. When he spoke, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Though, the part that stood out most were the… hands all over his body. He was flanked by this other guy made out of shadows or smoke or something, and this… giant, freakish mass of muscle with a beak and bulging eyes."

"Thirteen and Eraserhead, huh? Could've sworn that All Might was supposed to be here too. Wasn't that what the schedule said?"

Eraserhead…?

The Class Rep looked at his homeroom teacher.

He was vaguely aware that the man was in fact a pro hero(as was pretty much all of the staff at U.A.), but for him to be the underground hero: Eraserhead… it almost made Izuku wanna show him a bit more respect.

Almost.

Izuku could hear Aizawa-sensei click his tongue.

"I see, so these scumbags were the ones who broke in, then."

Wait, what?

Broke in?

What did he mean by break-in?

"That breach yesterday. I was over in the support building, so I missed the brunt of it, but according to Ii-chan and Occhan, it was just some reporters. But that's kinda weird, ain't it? Wouldn't takin' down the gate be like some kinda supervillain feat?"

Fuuuuuuuck…

He was just chatting shit earlier, but to think that he was actually on the mark?

It was ridiculous, that just made it all the more real to him.

"And to think that I went through the trouble of putting together this big welcoming party just for him. Such an inconsiderate hero."

The hell is he on about?

There were villains. A lot of them. All spreading from where they had appeared.

"Hm… Hey, brats."

The man who had spoken up wasn't finished talking, it seemed, as he pointed one dry and crusty-looking finger at the lot of them.

"Tell me, how many of you do you think will have to die before the Symbol of Peace bothers showing up?"

" The villains all dispersed, moving towards each of the rescue zones. None of us were too sure about what was going on, I think. None of us but Midoriya-san, it seemed. He had sidled up to me with everyone else too focused on the situation to notice. He slid his phone to me and he whispered-"

"Ii-chan, stay calm, stay quiet, and listen. There's no reception here- meaning there's likely someone with an quirk or they're using ECM jamming- and we're completely outnumbered. You're the fastest one here and the one I trust the most to get this done. When I say, 'Go!', I want you to haul ass toward the exit and call the third number on the 'T' section of my contact list. Whether you get an answer or not, keep running and get help from the people at U.A. You got that?"

"U-um-"

"Ii-chan!"

The greenette could see his friend swallow.

He was nervous.

That was understandable.

This was a situation that they were supposed to be training to be prepared to be caught up in.

It was honestly inconceivable that such a thing could happen within the first week of their first term.

Any reasonable person would shit themselves after the shock finished settling in.

Izuku wasn't sure if he was still in shock or just unreasonable.

Either way, Izuku would rather his friend be nervous and alive instead of terrified, and then dead.

"Ii-chan! Do you understand?"

The greenette could see the bespectacled boy steel himself.

"Alright, I understand. But what if they try to stop me?"

"You let me worry about that. Just get to the door as soon I say 'Go'."

There was worry in Ii-chan's eyes.

Worry that was quickly smothered by determination.

That's the spirit, Ii-chan.

That only left his part.

He looked back at the villains.

Mr. Hands, the smokey bastard, and… what else could he call it but 'Magician's Black'?

He could also see Eraserhead getting ready to spring into action.

Thirteen-sensei was told to evacuate the class.

That included him.

Were he a normal person, he'd be fine to let that be.

Unfortunately, he was not a normal person.

He was Izuku Midoriya.

"We were all getting outta there. Thirteen-sensei was leading us away. I don't know when it happened, but at one point, Midoriya was with us, and the next thing we knew, he was fighting. Some of the villains were trying to cut us off but, Midoriya- I mean, the way he moved, it was just so… manly."

"It's a bit difficult to keep track of what happened after that. After Izuku-kun fought off the thugs in front of us, that smoke villain was the next one to cut us off. Thirteen-sensei tried to use her quirk to contain him, but-"

" Things got out of hand. Well, even more out of hand then just us being stuck in the middle of an invasion during school hours. Green ( Note: Izuku Midoriya ) jumped at the fog guy and screamed 'Go!' and then Iida took off like a bat out of hell. The fog guy tried to catch him, but Iida was long out the door by the time he could react. After that, we got split up."

" We got split up. I ended up in the Windstorm zone with Dye Job (Note: Eijiro Kirishima ) and Scar ( Note: Shoto Todoroki )."

" I got warped to the Mountain zone with Tokoyami-chan and Aoyama-chan- kero."

" Kaminari-kun, Mineta, and I were sent to the Flood zone. It… took them a minute to notice me."

" When we were warped, I was shifted to the Conflagration Zone with Izuku-kun and Jirou-chan . We didn't have much time to catch our breath before we had defend ourselves from villains waiting to ambush us."

[!] Armsmaster Style Heat Move: Essence of Riot Control

Izuku lashed out viciously, the bat in his hands a silver streak-

BINK!

"Urgh!"

-the broad end found itself planted in the stomach of a villain with flaming hands.

The man hunched over slightly, Izuku used that opportunity to vault over him, shifting the bat into a backhanded grip.

When he landed behind the man, using some of the moment from his vault, he swung with all his might-

CRACK!

He could see the jaw of the villain that he struck snap crookedly to one side as it was forcibly dislocated.

He drove his right foot to the side as hard as he could-

THUD!

His kick found purchase, but he wasn't done. Bat in hand, he drove his arm forward, flipping the weapon as he did so-

THWACK!

The salamander villain he had just struck went flying, maw shut so tight he couldn't even cry out in pain.

He looked around.

He had already taken out at least seven villains on his end.

BINK!

Make that eight.

Looking over, he could see that Kyo-chan and Mochi were doing just fine, having dispatched at least nine of the ne'er-do-wells on their own.

There were certainly more than twenty of them at the start of the fight.

Izuku only counted eleven at that moment.

Five of them were still attacking Mochi and Kyo-chan, the latter of which was putting in some work with the baton that the Vice Rep had made for her.

The other six surrounded him in a loose circle.

None of them were moving, just watching him.

They were waiting for him to make a move.

Despite the situation-

No, perhaps because of it, Izuku could feel the ends of his lips curling upward.

"YEEEHEHEHEHE!"

The sound rose from his throat unbidden.

It was strange.

"Hehehehehehehahaha!"

It was high-pitched.

It was only growing more uncontrollable as Izuku could feel his shoulders begin to quake.

"Hahahahahaha!"

There were tears in his eyes. He reached up with a gloved hand and wiped them away, along with some sweat that had accumulated on his face, before sliding that hand into his pocket.

He rested his bat on his shoulder as he slowly recovered from his… outburst.

There was still a big, bright smile plastered across his face.

He could feel his skin begin to crawl.

His body felt even hotter.

In his pocket, he felt one, two, three, four, five- five little pellets.

His Flash Pellets.

He was almost out.

Mei was supposed to be making more.

"Take a gander at Baby Number 12473: The Flash Pellet."

"...What does it do?"

Crack!

"Ah!"

"Throw 'em against something hard enough and you'll get that. Don't let them get too hot, though. If they do, you might as well just use them as marbles."

This was probably the worst place for him to be with them.

They could withstand a maximum heat of 1700 degrees celsius for about ten minutes(according to the control test he'd done using one of Aldera Middle's Bunsen Burners.)

That was if they were directly exposed to flame.

At minimum, the fires of the Conflagration Zone was probably 300 degrees above that.

At most, the heat surrounding him was only 50 degrees.

They could last for about twenty minutes at that heat.

He only hoped that they didn't heat up even faster when encased in the leather casket that was his pocket.

He looked at the villains around him again, they hadn't moved an inch.

He smiled wider, his skin hot, slick, writhing.

He pointed the bat at them again, sweeping it left and right as he spoke.

"If you wanna run, I won't stop ya. As you are now, all I see in front of me are dead men walkin'."

His words, dripping with naught but the most intentional malice, had an effect on the miscreants around him.

As intended, it induced a reaction.

Not fear, nor hesitation-

Just white-hot rage.

As firm a grip as he seemed to have on them before saying that line, it disappeared and the feeling of his skin crawling ceased as well.

They charged him altogether, he stayed rooted right where he was.

When the lot of them entered arm's reach, his ripped his hand from his pocket and threw down the pellets in it as hard as hard as he could-

CRACK!

The crack was deafening.

The flash, blinding.

Together they were the perfect setup for his next trick.

Before the pellets could hit the ground, he had already ripped off his jacket, using it to shield his eyes from the flash and he held it in his off-hand while he charged forward and slammed the bat directly into the knee of the unfortunate villain at his twelve.

Crack!

Izuku was rather sure knees weren't meant to bend that way.

He swung the bat into a villain to his right.

BINK!

Direct hit to the temple.

He felt movement to his left.

He used his jacket like a whip, lashing out and wrapping it around the outstretched arm of a villain.

He felt a burst of heat from inside of the wrap.

[!]Improvised Heat Move: Essence of Crowd Breaking

Dropping the bat, he grabbed the villain's arm with two hands over the jacket.

He twisted-

CRACK! SNAP!

-then he pulled.

POP!

From there, that villain was no longer a living, breathing person in Izuku's eyes.

He was a screaming mace.

"The fight had cooled down around Yaomomo (Note: Momo Yaoyorozu) and me. We looked over and got ready to help Green, but then we… noticed that he didn't need help."

"Izuku-kun had grabbed one villain by the arm and was using him like a weapon, just bludgeoning the other villains. His side got pretty quiet after that. And from there, he just said that we should get back to the entrance and regroup with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei."

"Things were looking bad. That smoke villain- Kurogiri, that's what the leader called him- he'd taken out Thirteen, and I was reaching my limit. I had already taken out most of the small-fry though. It was just leader and that… thing left. It seemed that he'd figured out my quirk, I didn't think that it would matter, but then all of sudden, the hand villain went flying."

THUD!

Izuku always found it satisfying to kick someone in the face.

Even more so when the person he kicked was a complete and total asshole.

So when he saw the blue-haired jackhole that had likely orchestrated the whole affair that was ruining his field trip -and had already completely ruined a perfectly good jacket- go flying, Izuku's mood had skyrocketed.

"Midoriya?"

He grinned, but didn't look away from the downed malefactor or his two companions.

"Yo, Hobo-sensei. Hope you don't mind me cuttin' in. I finished my assignment early and wanted to come grab some extra credit."

"What are you doing here? Go get he-"

"Ii-chan's already on that. All Might should be busting down the door any minute now."

Izuku heard a groan from the piece of shit on the ground across from him.

"Who the hell are you?"

Izuku grinned wider and offered the shitstain a slight bow.

"Well, haven't you heard? I'm Sakamoto."

"Fuck you."

Izuku wrinkled his nose.

"Gross. Sorry, but you're not my type. I prefer my dates to be a bit more moisturized and a lot less… handsy."

"You'll die screaming." The shithead growled.

"Midoriya."

In his peripheral, he saw his sensei standing tall.

He hadn't thought it possible, but the man seemed even more tired than he usually did.

"Sensei?"

"Stop playing around and let's get this mopped up, so I can work out your punishment."

I come to help, and that's the thanks I get?

Izuku sighed but still took up his stance; left arm loose, right arm crossed, knees bent, "Alright. Let's kick his ass, Sensei!"

Villain's (shitty) Boss

"Most of us stayed back, but we saw a lot of what was going on from where we were. Dekkun and Aizawa-sensei started fighting the leader and it looked like something straight out of the news. The villain wasn't getting too many hits in, but he was dodging a lot of what they were throwing at him."

"Fucking heroes. Can't help picking on the little guy, can you? Especially in the name of 'Justice'."

Izuku's standing round went wide as the bullshit-spewing villain ducked under it and attempted to grab the ankle his planted foot.

Izuku stonewalled that attempted fuckery by forcing that foot off of the ground just as the bastard's hand came to wrap around it.

He forced his body into a motion that was half-cartwheel, half-Daruma Roll to reposition himself, before coming down with an axe kick.

"You've got some nerve coming after my friends and acting like you're the victim. Gotta say, it's fuckwits like you that piss me off the most!"

His axe kick was evaded, unfortunately, but Aizawa-sensei's double leg dropkick wasn't.

THUD!

"Focus, Midoriya!"

"I am!"

He used the opportunity that the Pro Hero had given him to charge forward and get behind the villain.

THUD!

He delivered a hard side kick to the bastard's back, sending him flying towards the homeroom teacher.

In an instant, the man had the villain wrapped up in his scarf.

"Last hit, Midoriya!"

Izuku could feel his smile start to crack his face.

It was another toothy one.

And as he flew forward, fist cocked back for a fierce left, it only got wider.

"Coming right up, Sensei!"

He got closer and closer and closer, the blue flame dancing at the edges of his vision, until-

"KUROGIRI! NOMU!"

THWACK!

When his fist came forward, it made contact with something.

Not what he was he was aiming for.

Not the face of scumbag who he and Aizawa-sensei had on the ropes just moments before.

No, it was palm of the beak-faced freak that had been stood near the mist villain seconds before.

He barely had time to register what the fuck had just happened before he heard two words-

"Smash him."

And his whole world erupted into pain.

"-idoriya!"

White.

"O-d -im -own, -mu."

White as far as the eye could see.

A void of white.

What had happened?

Where was he?

Why was he so tired?

"-ant -o- to se- -hat -our -ail-re led to."

"Izuku, wake up!"

Wake up?

"-idoriya, -et up! Ple-!"

But he was awake, wasn't he?

He wouldn't be so tired if he was asleep.

"You need to wake up!"

Was he awake?

Why was everything so loud?

"If you don't get up, you're going to die, my boy!"

Die?

Him?

Why was he going to die?

"Gotta get up."

He recognized that voice.

"Can't die here. If I do, everyone else will too."

He recognized because heard it every day.

"Come on, I gotta wake up."

He heard it every day, because…

"Just gotta open my eyes."

It was his.

There was something special about Heat.

He knew that for a while now.

It made him faster, stronger, all-around just better.

He was certain that if he didn't have Heat- his styles- his fighting skills, in general, would've suffered for it.

His styles were what made him so dangerous.

When he was using them, he thought about the world in a way that he wasn't capable of normally.

And his body did what was needed to keep up.

As was the case with one aspect of his Scrapper style.

His resolve.

His unconquerable will to never give in.

[!] Resolve of The Scrapper: Indomitable

As long as he had Heat.

As long as there was still breath in his lungs.

As long there were still people to protect or an enemy to fight, he would never stay down.

There was something on his face.

"Ever the hero, aren't you, Eraserhead?"

He heard a thud and a crack not too far from where he was.

Izuku looked straight forward through one lidded eye. He couldn't open the other for some reason.

That 'something' on his face was a hand.

A dry, crusty one.

It slowly lifted off of his face.

What Izuku did then wasn't planned in the slightest.

It was instinct more than anything.

Really, his body just moved on its own.

Within moments, Izuku had the pinky finger of that dry hand clenched between his teeth and he was biting down hard.

"ARGHHH! What the fuck!?"

The owner's gut reaction was to pull away.

Izuku's gut reaction to his gut reaction was to bite down harder.

"FUCK!"

In the corner of his eye, Izuku could see another hand reaching for him.

He couldn't feel his left arm at all, but his right hand came up and grabbed the encroaching hand by the wrist.

His teeth bit down harder, he tasted metal in his mouth.

CRUNCH!

"AUGHHH!"

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"GET OFF! GET OFF!"

Izuku held fast.

THUD!THUD!THUD!

"LET GO OF ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Izuku refused.

THUD!THUD!THUD! CRACK!

Something in his torso cracked.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

He acquiesced, but he took something with him as he did.

He rolled away, bouncing slightly on the concrete as he was forced away from the villain who had just lost a finger.

He only stopped when his back hit something hard.

The scream that he heard after was ear-piercing.

"ARRRGHHH! YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

And the bastard charged him.

"I don't think you will."

That voice, he recognized it.

BANG!

"Especially not while we're here."

Snipe.

"[Are you okay], Eraserhead?"

Present Mic.

"Children, get out of here! It's time for us to do our jobs now!"

Ectoplasm?

Someone picked him up. Their arms were soft.

"I've got you, Midoriya-kun. Just get some rest for now."

Mid… night?

He smelled something sweet.

And then everything went dark again.

According to the heroes on scene, the leader and 'Kurogiri' fled soon after they arrived on the scene.

The only persons reported injured were Anan Kurose (Thirteen), Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), and Izuku Midoriya. Only Anan Kurose and Izuku Midoriya required more than on-field care.

Anan Kurose woke after receiving care and was discharged soon after.

Izuku Midoriya has not yet regained consciousness.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Izuku's eyes opened to bright, blinding light.

It made him squint, but he didn't close them.

It was familiar.

He felt something in his arm. It didn't hurt, but he knew it was there. Almost like someone was constantly pinching him.

Deja vu.

He smelled the overwhelming scent of pine and bleach, the aroma of flowers, and a dash of antiseptic.

Not liking where this is going.

Turning his head to his left, he saw a heart rate monitor and an IV drip, the tube leading into his arm.

Yep, this is definitely familiar.

He lost.

He wasn't dead, so clearly, the heroes won.

But still, another really big event in his life landed him in the hospital.

He only had one thing to say to that.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"'Fuck', indeed, Izuku-kun."

Izuku's eyes went wide.

That was a voice that he hadn't in a long time, but one that he'd never forget.

He could feel himself start to smile.

"I thought you'd scold me again. You didn't like it when I cursed back then."

A chuckle from his right.

"It's been five years. If you were ever gonna stop, you'd've done so long before now."

"True enough."

A beat of silence.

"Still though, in those five years, I thought you'd pick up better sleeping habits. Seriously, in bed when I leave. In bed when I come back. I don't think I've ever met a lazier hero."

That made Izuku laugh.

A throaty chitter from somewhere in his chest.

He turned his head to the right and met the eyes of an old friend.

"I'm happy to see you too, Masa-chan."

Those eyes flashed gold.

I'm happy to finally have this arc done. I'm sorry to the people who didn't get what they were looking for, but I'm gonna keep on this course full steam ahead. Shit's about to get wild after this.