起死回生

Kishi kaisei

To come out of a desperate situation and make a complete return in one sudden burst.

Quick Recap!: During Class 1-A's USJ field trip, villains invaded the school! In a desperate attempt to get help, Tenya Iida escaped the building. A villain made of black mist defeated the Space Hero, Number Thirteen, but Ichigo Kurosaki managed to save the hero's life, sending him to help the weakening Eraserhead in battling hundreds of minions below. Things appeared to be looking up, until the appearance of a monster called Noumu. Noumu easily crushed Eraserhead, and in a fit of rage Ichigo attacked the ringleader of the villains. Thirteen ambushed Noumu, vanquishing the monster, giving Ichigo the chance to heal her mentor. Now, Eraserhead is facing off against the ringleader of the villain invaders, who's quirk allows him to destroy things with a single touch…

"I have to say," Mister Aizawa drawled, scarf spinning in the air around him. "That was unexpected," He stepped towards the grey haired villain, eyes flashing. "Ichigo, you are full of surprises."

I grinned, feeling tears rise in my eyes despite myself. The sight of Mister Aizawa bleeding and broken on the ground had shaken me deeply, but now he was fine. He was fine. "Of c-course," I said, wiping my eyes. "Isn't that what I'm h-here f-for?" I sniffled quietly, rubbing my nose with the torn sleeve of my gym uniform.

The grey haired villain pieced everything together. "You can spread your regeneration. That was how the Space Hero - I see," he glared at me hatefully, and I felt a chill run down my spine at the dark intent in his eyes. I would never be afraid of Bakugo's death stare again, because this was true killing intent. I clenched my fists to keep my hands from shaking. "You really are cheating!" The villain shouted in frustration, reaching up with both hands to scratch his throat angrily. Blood began to run down his neck in tiny rivulets. I shuddered at the man's obvious insanity. He was making himself bleed!

"I don't know about cheating," Mister Aizawa negated lazily, strolling forwards. "But she certainly is useful." He lunged towards the villain, eyes glowing and scarf extended. Just before the cloth could touch the villain, a vortex opened under the grey haired man's feet. The grey haired man dropped through, avoiding Mister Aizawa's attack.

I turned around to see the hands-guy reappear in front of the fountain, standing next to vortex-guy. The grey haired, scruffy villain was looking very frustrated, while black-mist took the vague shape of a man next to him. "Tomura Shigaraki, what will you do now?" I immediately connected the name to the hands-guy.

"There's no point in staying here," Tomura scratched his neck frantically. "The Noumu is gone. Gameover. It's game over now."

The vortex guy nodded, or at least appeared to. "Then we should leave," he intoned, but made no move to do so. My eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Yes, yes we should," Tomura muttered, slowly turning towards the waterline. "We should leave -" He shot forwards, hand extended, and I finally noticed Izuku, Asui, and Mineta hiding behind the rocks. "But not before this!"

I barely managed to throw myself in the way. Tomura's hand grasped my shoulder, punctuated by a hiss of steam. I glared up at him. "N-not today!" I drove myself into his chest, pushing him away from my classmates, who looked stunned. "G-get out of h-here!" I yelled at them, charging towards Tomura. "Go h-help th-the others!" In my peripheral, I saw Mister Aizawa fighting the vortex-villain, aiming kicks and punches at the metal collar hidden in the black mist, using his quirk to keep the villain from teleporting away.

Throwing myself forwards, I covered Izuku and Co.'s escape route, as the three climbed out of the water and ran towards Thirteen, who was herding the remaining students together and towards the exit. I spotted a few kids that had been teleported away among the group, having escaped their respective danger zones.

Tomura stared at me with hatred. "You just keep getting in the way," he muttered fanatically. "Cheater, cheater, cheater…" He charged forwards, hands reaching for my throat.

"I-I'm not ch-cheating," I said, slipping under the punch. Wrapping my arms around Tomura's middle, I used his momentum to trip him, falling to the ground again. I crawled on top of him, using my legs to try and crush his neck.

Tomura flipped my hold, pinning me to the floor instead. "Cheater," he insisted, attempting to punch me in the face again. I barely managed to dodge to the side. "Shared regeneration is cheating." He grabbed my scarf, using it to drag me forward. Lifting me off the ground, he slammed his fist into my jaw, snapping my head sideways. Stunned for a moment, I fell back to the ground, and my scarf slowly dissolved in his grip, turning grey ashes and falling apart.

Recovering from the punch, I kicked him in the chest with both my legs, rolling backwards onto my hands, and pushing up onto my feet. Tomura flew backwards, landing on his back several feet away.

Tomura didn't even register in my mind. I desperately patted along my neck and shoulders, searching for my destroyed scarf. My hands found nothing but air. The colorless ashes on the ground taunted me, gently stirring to shift across the ground. I stared at them blankly, when a scrap of red fabric floated into my vision. I snatched it from the air, cupping it carefully. There was only a few square inches of cloth left. My vision blurred with tears until I couldn't see the remnant of the scarf in my grip.

Tomura climbed to his feet unsteadily. Grinning at the tears rolling down my cheeks, he charged forward, taking advantage of my stunned state.

He never reached me. "DIEE!" Bakugo howled, flying out of nowhere like a rocket. With a resounding boom!, Tomura was sent flying with explosive force. Bakugo landed where Tomura had been standing, fingers smoking and snarling. "Don't ignore me, damnit!"

"Geez," Kirishima commented, walking up beside me. "Bakugo is seriously pissed," he grinned at me, but I was unresponsive, focused on the scrap of scarf in my hands. "Hey, Kurosaki?" Kirishima waved a hand in my face, before noticing what I was holding. "Oh, did something happen to your scarf? That sucks man. You could probably find a new one... " he glanced down at my expression, and flinched. "Oh shit, was it special? Maybe it's salvageable. You could make a bracelet or something out of it," he suggested, trying to comfort me.

I couldn't hear him over the roaring in my ears.

I was laying on my stomach in the middle of the carpet of the living room, surrounded by toys. The familiar sounds of cooking food sizzling filled the air, and I knew from the aroma that my grandmother was making my favorite American dish for dessert: apple pie. Making several loops on the paper in front of me, I huffed in frustration when the drawing came out all wrong. Crumpling up the paper, I tossed it away.

"What are you doing?" A soft, raspy voice asked from the kitchen. I looked up from the piece of paper I was scribbling on innocently.

"I'm drawing!" I squeaked excitedly, brandishing my brand new blue marker. "All the girls in my class have been making flowers, so I thought I'd try," Grabbing a new sheet of paper, I tried to draw a flower again.

My grandmother exited the kitchen, wiping her hands off on her apron. She smiled at the mess I was making. "You were doing drawings in class today?"

I nodded happily. "Mhm!" My eyes widened as I remembered something. "Oh!" I ran around the couch, spotting my backpack. Digging through it, I found the paper I was looking for. In moments, I was back at my grandmother's feet, holding up my latest creation. "Look! I was supposed to draw my family, so I drew me and grandma at the park!"

"Very good," Grandmother complimented, patting me on the head. She squinted at the paper. "Why didn't you draw your father and I?"

I titled my head at her, confused. "Huh?"

My grandmother laughed lightly. "Don't be so forgetful, Anmatsu! Your daddy and I go with you to the park too," She pinched my cheek. "Give mommy some credit." With a kiss on my head, grandmother walked back into the kitchen, continuing to cook. I lowered my drawing, staring at her turned back.

I clenched the scarf she had knitted for me yesterday tighter.

I shook my head slowly, exiting my stupor. "I-I'm so st-stupid," I muttered bitterly, tucking what was left of the scarf into the collar of my body suit, hidden under my gym uniform. What had I been thinking, taking my precious scarf into training? It could've just of easily been destroyed by one of the disaster zones. My idiocy had just removed one of my few precious belongings from my reach forever. Setting my jaw, I forced myself to look up and watch Bakugo fight Tomura.

The blonde was using his exposions to propel himself just out of Tomura's reach. He would shoot over the villains head, blind him, and then send another bomb at his back, never allowing Tomura a chance to touch him. It was fairly similar to his strategy with Izuku, but more calculated, less enraged. The blonde really was talented, I supposed, it was his attitude that needed fixing.

"I-It's fine," I told Kirishima shortly. "L-let Bakago h-hande th-this, y-you should go join th-the others."

Kirishima looked at me with wide eyes. "But I can help!" He protested.

"N-no," I disagreed, returning to watch Bakugo set off an explosion right under Tomura's feet, sending the villain flying into the air. "Y-you can't."

Once in the air, Tomura was at Bakugo's complete mercy. The blonde used his mobility to fling the villain around like a rag doll. When the villain finally stopped struggling, bleeding from nearly every place possible, Bakugo punted him towards the ground. The villain spun to the floor, landing heavily on the pavement at Mister Aizawa's feet. His fingers twitched, digging into the cement as it dissolved.

That's when everything took a wrong turn. In a flash, Tomura shot up and latched his hand over Mister Aizawa's face. The burst of steam that followed blocked the teacher's vision, and also his quirk. The vortex villain reacted immediately, black mist wrapping around Tomura as he vanished, teleporting to safety. In the mere second that passed, both of the lead villains had escaped, leaving their defeated minions behind.

I gaped at the place where the villains had been standing. "Th-they got away?" I murmured in disbelief.

"Unbelievable…" Kirishima muttered from behind me, having ignored my "suggestion" to go.

Mister Aizawa paused for a moment, staring at the spot where Tomura had escaped. Then, he sharply turned around, walking over to the spot where Noumu had assaulted him. Reaching into the puddle of blood (I shivered at the memory of the monster beating Mister Aizawa's face into the floor), he lifted his broken goggles. They were obviously beyond fixing, and with an angry "tch!", he hurled them into the lake. They disappeared into the stunningly smooth water with a tiny splash.

When Mister Aizawa turned back around, his face was calm, and I knew that would be the last I saw of his frustration about the situation. He walked over to us, hands in his pockets, returning to being a lazy teacher again.

"Kirishima, go join Thirteen," Mister Aizawa ordered as soon as he was close enough to be heard. Kirishima jumped at the sudden command, scrambling to reach Thirteen, who was taking a head count of the class. "Ichigo, do you still have time?"

I considered lying, because I really didn't want to heal anything else. The pain I had stored up from the battle today was already more than I had ever experienced. I could practically feel the lump in my gut waiting to unwind, once the fire of my quirk died. "Y-yes, Mister Aizawa," I mumbled anyways, remembering the sight of Izuku's crushed arm. "I c-can heal th-the o-others, b-but it needs to b-be quick."

Mister Aizawa nodded. "Then get over there. Tell Thirteen I'm circling the zones, cleaning up." I nodded, not bothering to ask what he would be "cleaning". Turning, I rushed over to where the other students were.

Izuku recognized me first. "Ichigo!" He stepped towards me, still cradling his shattered arm. "Are you okay? We left you fighting that villain -"

"I-I'm fine," I interrupted softly. "G-give me y-your arm," I reached out before he could, tapping his forehead. The tiny spark I managed to share from the dying fire in my gut easily healed his arm, along with any other scratches on his body. The steam that rose into the air stung my skin, and I felt the tiniest twinge of pain in my own right arm. I winced, knowing I was running short on time. Darting off before Izuku had a chance to thank me, I reached Thirteen. "Mister Th-Thirteen? Mister Aizawa is c-circling th-the zones. H-he's 'c-cleaning up'," I repeated, gasping as a sudden bolt of pain ran up my spine. "I-i-is th-there a-any m-m-m-major injuries h-h-here?" I stammered out, clenching and unclenching my fists unsteadily.

Thirteen shook his head. "No, Miss Kurosaki. There are no major injuries," he confirmed, before glancing down at me. His eyes shrunk under the helmet. "Miss Kurosaki, are you alright?"

"I-I w-w-will b-be," I said, smiling tiredly. I tried to convince myself I wasn't lying. Taking a few steps backwards, I stumbled slightly. I bumped into someone.

"Watch it, Ichimi!" Bakugo snarled. I spunaround, leg already snapping up in a vicious kick. Bakugo barely managed to throw himself back out of the way.

I gasped, bowing immediately. "I'm s-so s-s-sorry! I-I have t-t-to g-go!" I ran past him, dodging his hand as he tried to drag me back.

"ICHIMI!" He yelled furiously. My vision started to fade, slowly darkening, as my focus tunneled inwards on the lake shore. I could barely think straight. Tripping, I rolled head over heels to the edge of the water. Gasping for air, steam poured from my mouth, my temperature so high that I was now starting to create steam in my lungs. That was bad. I was out of time. Crawling forwards, I grasped the platform's ridge. Weakly, I dragged myself towards it, until I tumbled into the water head first.

I sank like a stone, too tired to tread water. Bubbles slipped from between my lips as my vision darkened further, my eyes closing slowly. I hoped the water would cool me down, but maybe I would drown instead.

As the flame within me was smothered, the stored pain from every injury I healed was unleashed. I convulsed under the water, biting my tongue as wave after wave of pain danced up my spine. My skin felt like it was on fire. The last of my air was instantly knocked from my lungs, as I danced insanely to the tune of the saved suffering. I couldn't tell when I finally fell unconscious.

"Please don't be difficult about this," Grandmother told me patiently as we stood outside the hairdresser's shop. "You need a haircut."

I bit my lip, eyes welling up with tears. "But all th-the girls in my class have long hair! I'm n-nine now! Why can't I grow out m-my hair too!"

Grandmother sighed heavily. "Anmatsu, boys don't have long hair! It's not proper," she pat my head. "I don't want you looking like those vagabonds out in the street." she said sternly.

"B-but -" I cut myself off, lowering my face. "Yes, mama," I mumbled quietly, defeated. Grandmother rarely listened to me when she was like this anyway.

"Ichimi! Don't hide in the water like a little bitch!" Bakugo roared, storming over to the water's edge. His hands were already popping with explosions, but as he looked down at the water, he realized something was wrong. There were no bubbles at the surface, and he could faintly see Ichigo's limp form sinking towards the bottom. He glared down at her sinking figure. "ICHIMI!"

Izuku popped up next to him, confused as to why Bakugo was screaming at Ichigo. "Kacchan? What is it…?" His voice petered off as he realized who was sinking towards the bottom. "TSUYU!" He shouted, knowing that Ichigo had sunk too far for him to reach in time.

The frog girl was there in moments. "Yes, Midoriya-chan?" She croaked.

Izuku pointed at the water frantically. "Ichigo's in there - you need to save her!" Tsuyu's eyes widened, and she leaped into the water immediately. With a huge splash, Tsuyu paddled through the water. Spotting Ichigo's unconscious form slowly floating downwards, long hair trailing after hair, Tsuyu propelled herself forwards, using her tongue to grab the tinier girl around the waist and tug her to the surface.

She threw Ichigo onto the platform, before immediately climbing out herself, holding her tongue. "Don' 'ouch her, 'ero!" Tsuyu warned when Izuku reached for the girl.

Izuku noted Ichigo's unmoving chest. She wasn't breathing. "Sh-she needs CPR! She isn't breathing!" He said, panicking. He turned towards the gathered class, which was just starting to realize something was wrong. They were staring at Ichigo's drowned form, muttering. "Can anyone here perform CPR?!"

"I can," Yaoyorozu said, stepping forwards. She ran over to Ichigo's body, tilting the tiny girl's head back before crossing her hands on Ichigo's chest. She pumped the girl's diaphram a few times, with no response. Just as she prepared to start forcing the girl to breath manually, Ichigo started to cough weakly. She gasped for air, barely managing to inhale as she vomited out the water in her lungs. Yaoyorozu stood up. "She's burning up," Yaoyorozu observed, frowning thoughtfully. "Her temperature has to be over 100 degrees (celsius)."

Izuku frowned as well, before his eyes widened in realization. "Regeneration! Her quirk - if it works on a cellular level - would build up a ton of energy, right? She creates steam when she activates it! I thought that was asthetics, but..." he broke out into unintelligible muttering.

Yaoyorozu nodded, managing to follow Izuku's train of thought. "Whether her quirk is affected by time or number of injuries, Kurosaki has pushed her limit. We need to cool her down fast," Yaoyorozu turned to the class. "Todoroki! Are you there?"

Todoroki walked out of the crowd impassively. "What is it?"

"I need you to freeze Kurosaki," Yaoyorozu said. When Todoroki didn't move to do so, instead staring at Yaoyorozu like she was insane, the girl added, "It's necessary to save her life. She's going to turn to ash if she doesn't cool down."

Todoroki considered that for a moment, before letting ice spread from under his foot, lightly coating Ichigo's prone form. When the ice instantly melted, his eyes widened, and he covered her in ice again, this time with more, creating a thick coating of ice that covered everything but Ichigo's face. Water began to flow from the icy shell immediately, but this time the ice didn't vanish entirely.

At that moment, the doors of the USJ facility snapped open. Class 1-A looked up to see the gathered hero-teachers of Yuuei Academy at the top of the stairs, several minutes too late.

A/N So, to explain a few things really quick:

1) Why did Ichigo jump in the water if she new she was going to "crash"?

When Ichigo jumped into the water, she was already starting to feel pain. She could feel herself overheating - and if Ichigo overuses her quirk, she can literally combust - and knew that the water could cool her down. People who are delirious and in pain don't think things through. She just knew she was burning hot and needed to cool down. Ergo, jump in the water.

2) Why did Ichigo heal Izuku if she knew she had already pushed her limits?

Because Ichigo is a self-sacrificing little shit. I was just going to have her lie at first, but then I realized that wasn't in her character. Ichigo wants to heal others, to the point of insanity. She healed Izuku because that's what she does. Why didn't she consider the consequences? Quoting the above answer: "People who are delirious and in pain don't think things through."

3) What the heck is up with Ichigo's grandmother? Where are her parents? Why is living on the streets now?

Ichigo is an orphan, as stated in the summary. She was raised by her grandmother, which is why she views her grandma as her "family". Her grandmother IS NOT A VILLAIN. Please don't go hating on the grandmother just yet. As you can probably already tell, Ichigo's grandma isn't "all there". What exactly is wrong with her? Why did Ichigo finally run away? That is going to be answered in future chapters.

4) Didn't Tomura lose too easily?

He actually didn't XD. Tomura had the WORST match up possible with Ichigo. He did plenty of damage to her, but because Ichigo recovers instantly, Tomura was the one who came out worse for wear. By the time Bakugo showed up, Ichigo had already exhausted him. As someone who spars with boxing and grappling daily, I can say that fighting others is EXHAUSTING. Tomura lost because Ichigo's regeneration is the perfect match for his decay. His arm was broken when he was facing Bakugo too!