AN: AND HERE IT IS! The chapter staring the point of view of our hero! The one! The only! IZUKU! MIDORIYA!

SMRY: BHJ and classmates go to Universal Studios Japan, only to be attacked by the League of Gamers. Who will live, and who will get the bad touch? Find out now on Desolation: BONE HURTING JUICE!

Desolation: A Tomura Shigaraki SI-OC

Chapter Eight: Bone Hurting Juice


USJ. Unforeseen Simulation Joint. A part of the UA campus meant to simulate real-life disasters. It was a large arena filled with several environments, such as flaming buildings, a city swallowed in a storm, and a boat sitting in the middle of a lake.

Izuku Midoriya looked around the place with reverence and excitement. Who wouldn't have? This was a place where superheroes were trained after all.

He could almost forget the red eyes that bored into his back. The eyes that seemed to be present in both reality and nightmares. The eyes of his enigmatic stalker.

When he saw the patch of purple-black fog by the fountain, he cursed himself for forgetting.

Because in that moment, he saw the eyes of his stalker again, a tall and lean man whose arms, neck and head were covered in severed hands, wearing a dark coat and his white hair tied back behind his head.

Out of the fog walked others. A blonde girl wearing a school uniform and a sweater. A black-clad man who would have been considered handsome had his body not been marred with burn scars. A large, red-haired man—

(Woman? He couldn't tell.)

—and finally, a man in some sort of black and white spandex suit.

Others began exiting the fog as well. There were at least fifty that he could see, the most prominent being a large, dark purple skinned thing

(Calling it human just seemed wrong.)

—that had its brain exposed and a nightmarish, rictus grin.

Aizawa—the pro-hero Eraserhead—curses under his breath.

"Thirteen!" He yells, sliding his goggles over his face. "Get the kids out of here!"

"But what about you!?" Izuku cried, trying to ignore the red eyes that are now focused in your general direction. "You fighting style isn't meant for a skirmish like this!"

Aizawa merely looks in his direction and grins.

"I wouldn't be much of a pro-hero if I was a one-trick-pony."

Then he leaps down the stairs, the long strands of his capture weapon flowing behind him.

As Eraserhead charges the mass of villains, the students of class 1-A try to reach the doorway that lies just behind them. Then, the same fog that brought forth the invading villains' envelopes at least half of the class.

Izuku Midoriya falls—

(Black mist swirls around his eyes. In the depths of the void he thinks he can make out one figure. A woman, clad in a yellow cape and the brightest smile he's ever seen since meeting All Might.)

—and his back lands against compressed dirt. His perceptions blur, but he can still remember the voice of the one who held his life—and Kacchan's life—in the very palm of his hand.

"Midoriya. We meet again."

Izuku pushes himself up to his feet and faces his stalker.

The man's face is hidden by the severed hand he is wearing on it, but he thinks that he is smiling.

"I didn't introduce myself last time. My name is Death Hand. Death Hand Shimura."

(Something in him goes cold.)

The man sits down on a boulder. He thinks that the villain and he may be in the landslide zone.

"And I want to have a debate…successor to successor!"


The first thing Katsuki Bakugou feels after being swallowed by the fog is the sense of being submerged under water.

(Do you remember the first day he looked down on you?)

Then, he feels something wrap around him and pull him out, depositing him onto the boat

Must be at the lake zone.

He looks around the section of the boat, and finds the pikachu rip-off and the frog, who had just climbed off of the side of the boat and scoffed.

"I'm not gonna thank you for that. I could've swum out just fine on my own, frog bitch!"

Frog bitch merely ribbits and points out into the lake, where several villains with amphibious or water-based quirks were surrounding the boat.

"If you want to swim out into that, then be my guest. Kero."


Izuku let out a quiet gasp.

He knows! How does he know!

The young green haired teen gulped down a breath and spoke. "A-and w-what is it th-that you want to debate about?"

The white-haired man—Shimura—shrugged. "The Hero Commission. UA. The treatment of those who have quirks and those who don't. And I suppose to a lesser extent, whether or not you will join me to make this word a better place."

Izuku felt an indignant rage within him grow. "A better place?! You're attacking a SCHOOL with KIDS!"

"Your friends won't be harmed, I assure you." Shimura's scratchy voice replied as he held up a placating hand. "Most of the League are idealists, not monsters."

"A-and what about the monsters?" Izuku asks.

"They will be delt with once we have made our brave new world."


Jirou groaned as she sat up, dazed and confused. She remembered arriving at the USJ with Aizawa-sensei, Midoriya, Kaminari, the purple creep, Yaomomo, and the other members of her class, meeting Thirteen—who was apparently Uraraka's idol—the arrival of—

VILLAINS!

The girl with the ear jacks jolts upwards and runs towards the exit…until she spots something that makes her stomach drop.

Izuku Midoriya, cornered by the one covered in hands. They're talking, she thinks, but that doesn't matter to her. What matters to her is the subtle fear on Izuku Midoriya's face, the same nervousness that he had when he was to face Bakugou during the Battle Trail.

It is the face of someone who is in need of salvation.

And what kind of hero would I be if I couldn't save one person.

She hears the dark fog behind her again, and she is barely able to move when she hears the click of a revolver hammer being pulled back.

"Don't even think about it." A young voice—maybe her age, maybe younger—says. "This gun is loaded with quirk destroying bullets, courtesy of the Shie Hissaikai. Don't believe me? We can test it out right now and see how much people value you once you lose your quirk."

Jirou steels herself. "What do you want?!"

The villain lets out a dry chuckle. "It's not what I want. It's what Shimura wants. You will watch. You will listen. And then, you will tell others what you heard here. What we will teach."

And while he speaks, Jirou curses herself for valuing her quirk too much.

For not being brave enough.

For not being there.


Shoto Todoroki is dropped off alone, surrounded by wreckage and ruin.

And then there is fire. Blue fire that he can only vaguely remember.

(You had an older brother once.)

Standing at the center of the inferno is a man with white hair and black clothes, covered in bruise colored burn scars.

"Hello Shoto." The man greets, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think it's time we had a talk."


AN: This was originally gonna be longer, but I got bored and buried in homework.

USJ continues in next chapter.