Chapter 8: The Inevitable Outcome

Edited by Faenrir

Being engulfed in flames is never a good thing, especially for someone who already had a big weakness for fire. Imagine, if you will, a vat of boiling acid. Now imagine being in that vat of boiling acid, painful as fuck, right? That's basically what being engulfed in that tomb of flames was to me. Now, I could have dispersed the flames the second I got engulfed in them instead of waiting a few seconds for dramatic purposes. But Aizawa was fucked. His shoulder was bleeding like crazy, one of his arms was broken and his head was a bloody mess, and who knows how many other injuries he had. A dip in some flames was painful as all hell for him, but at the very least, it cauterized his wounds.

Being twenty feet tall was weird and took a long time to get used to. During my … huuge... training, Midnight often took me out into the wilderness or specialized training facilities to help me develop my Quirk. During that time, I came up with this along with several other forms for me to use in combat. At twenty feet tall, my strength was at its greatest, which means if I don't want to crush someone, I have to be careful.

I gazed over the battlefield. The shock and awe on everyone's faces made me want to bust my non-existent gut laughing. But this was serious and laughing now was not the best of thing I could do… oh… oh, wow. That's Midoriya, standing in the water with Asui and the pervert, and he's muttering like a goddamned maniac. And there's frog girl slapping him out of his funk. Huh, turning giant turned his analyst mode on, neat.

I decided to capitalize on everyone's awe and quickly formed a face on the back of the leg that was nearest to my teacher.

"Yo, teach?" I whispered, only barely managing to get his pain-hazed mind's attention, "Permission to fight brain bird?"

Aizawa glared at me, quickly looking up at my new form, his bone-chilling glare never changing. Returning his gaze to my leg face, he released a small huff of pain. "The second... a pro shows up... you back off."

I gave him a nod before dispersing my leg face. Refocusing on the still reeling villains, I had to stop myself from frowning. After all, All Might should be crashing through the doors any second now which meant I wouldn't even get the chance to show off my skills. I formed an eye on the back of my head to get a better look of the stairs and… oh fuck... there were six people up there when there should have been five. Ashido, Sero, Uraraka, Shoji, an injured Thirteen and Koda.

Koda should be with Tokoyami, but he's not. There should be five people up there because Iida should have run off to get help, but he can't. Because as far as I can tell Iida and Koda switched. And that means we're all alone. Back-up's not coming for a while because All Might won't rush here if he doesn't know about the villains. The butterflies have been released and now I must deal with it. With grim determination I took a step forwards, the noise of my giant foot breaking the concrete, snapping everyone out of their shock.

"̛͝Al͜l̛̕o͏͞w̷̷ ͠m̸͢e̵ ̷̢͟t̷̵o̧ ͟in̶̷̡t͘͠͞r̸od̷̨u̸͡c̀͢e͠ ͟y̡͏ou̡ ̛͡t́o̴ ̴̵́w̸h͡a̶t͘͝ ͞I̵ l͜͝i͟k̵̴͟e t̷o͜ ́҉̴c̷̛a̛͡l̷҉̡l ҉̸̕Fo̸͞rm̴͠ ̶͢Oǹe:̛̀"̨

I lept forwards and slammed a fist into the Nomu! The ground around me rattling as I buried the creature under my fist.

"̢̛͞G̶͡O̴͘͞ĻI͝A̛T̷̴̸Ḩ̶͞!͏̴̨!̕!̛͡͡"̶̵

With the Nomu under my fist, I wrapped some sludge around its body before flinging it high up in the air. While it was gaining height, I grabbed the ropes of sludge that connected it to before slamming it into the ground, embedding it in the ground again. I reeled the creature back to me and leaned forward. As it slammed onto my clenched fist I leaned forward and threw a punch, sending the Nomu flying. As it hit the ground, it skipped on the earth for a few dozen meters before coming to a stop.

"Hax..." I heard Shigaraki mutter, causing me to glance at him.

He was furiously scratching his neck; his eyes were shaking with rage as he glared at me. "You're using hax, you're a filthy cheater! Nomu was crafted to beat All Might!"

I chuckled at his words, causing the hand covered man's anger to skyrocket before I gave him a vulpine smirk. ̷ "̡Ý̶o̶̕u͟͠͝ ́m̧a̕y̸͢ ̛͜h̨͝ave ̶m҉a̴͘͟d̷̨e͟ hi̕m͢͞ t͠͞o̷̧͢ ͞͞b̸èąt̶͘͟ Al̷͞l̴͡ ̕̕Mi̶͏g̸h̛t͝,̀ ̵҉b̕ư͞t͟͜ ͢͟y͘҉ơ̴u̕͢ ͞s̷e͜͏e̢, ͞ún͡͡lì̷ḱ̶e̶̡̛ ̛mos̶t pȩ̀o̶̢̡pl͜e͝, ̸́͜I̴ ̴͘d̡o̴n̴'t h̨͟àv̵̢̀e ́҉b̸̢͘l͏̶̛o͜͜o͢d̵̢ ̸̶t̀o͢͏ ̕ble͟҉e̷͠d͏.̢"͡

I took a step towards the Nomu, who had just managed to get back on its feet.

̢"҉I̧̕͘ ̡́͠d̢͜o͝n̛͞'t͞ ̡h̕͡҉a̶͞v̀e̕͜ ̛b̡͡͡on̸͜e͟͞s͘ ̡t̴͜͏o̷ b͏r͏éa͝k͝͞.̧ ̷̕T̴h͡e̵ ͜o͏́́n̡̕͢ly̶ ̢ţ͝h̡̡i͡n͏g̕ ̀t̛h̴̀͢a̧t͏͜ ̀͡th̡̡͏i̵̴͘ǹ͡g͘͘͠ ͏has̡̨ ̷͡a̢ga͏i̷n̶͏̨st̨͜ ̕m̨͜ę̸̨ ̕͟i̧͟͟s̴͝ ̡ì͘t̴͡s͝͝ ̡͠f̢̨̀i҉̸rę ͏̧b̨҉r̢̡e̴̷͟a̸̸t̴h.̵̨"͝҉̡

"Nomu, turn him to ash!" Shigaraki furiously demanded.

The brain bird reeled its head back and proceeded to launch a torrent of flames towards me. As it was doing that, I made a small gap in my chest and connected it to a small tube that led to my mouth. I raised my head, opened my mouth and expanded the gap as fast as I could. Air rushed into me, causing my chest to balloon outwards. The flood of fire had almost reached me when my chest had reached comical sizes. I face the fire, pursed my 'lips' and breathed out a mighty stream of air that blew back the flames and prevented them from reaching me. After several seconds, the Nomu stopped breathing flames and began to pant. I, meanwhile, just smirked and gently released all the excess air.

"B̴ú͞҉t̴ ͏͢͠aś͞ ́͢yǫ͡u̸ ̢͝c̡͝án̸ ͝͠s҉e̸̢̕e̴҉, ̧͠I̕'̵͡v̷e f̴͢ou͜n̢d͘ ̷w͞a̡͘ý͏s ͟t̷o҉͠ ̵̀c͢o̧̢͠u͏͟͡n͜͠t̵̡͡er̢͜ ҉҉͡t̷̢͡h̕a͘t̸.͞"

I stretched out an arm, grabbed the Nomu, and brought him back to me. As I held the beast like some cheap action figure, Shigaraki began to belt out orders like the man-child he was. Most of them being some other way of saying 'burn him'. But it seemed like that fire attack had some sort of timer as all the creature could muster was a puff of smoke, so all it could do was uselessly fail in my grasp. And while it may be very strong, it wasn't very hard to stop it from pulling me apart. A little shift here and a little shift there and any time it tried to rip off some of me, my sludge just past through its fingers like water. I began to contemplate what I was going to do next; without Iida, the heroes on campus wouldn't know about the villain attack until it was over - I couldn't contact them. My phone was useless with the signal being jammed. But what if it's only really jammed in the building?

I looked up at the concrete sky above me and shrugged. Even if things didn't work, it should grab someone's attention, at least. I spent a second trying to locate my phone in my now massive body, only to find it in one of my left toes. I need to keep better track of the stuff I leave in me. I shifted the cellular device into the arm that was holding the squirming Nomu and punched upwards, stretching out my arm towards the ceiling. I thinned out the stretching limb and began to feed the sludge in my other arm into the extending limb to let my limb go further.

I used the Nomu like a battering ram and sued to blow through the ceiling; by that time, only about a quarter of my other arm remained. I thinned out my arm a bit more and sent the rest of my arm into the smudge pillar. I got it about another ten feet up when I felt a searing pain in my leg.

"Stop ignoring me, you filthy casual!"

̷͟͞"̸͠A̢Ḩ͝H͠H́H̀!̶ ̵̡S̶h͘͟į͝͝t̶̕!͏͢ ̶A͏̷s͞҉͝s͟͝! M͡ó̶t̵͝h̴eŕ̸ ͘͝f̨͟ú̴̧c͟k̡i͘͜n͜g-̷ee͟e̵̡̧ę̕ehh҉h́͘g.́͟"́́ I hissed in agony, as I hopped around on one foot.

I almost lost balance for a moment before I thinned my body out to make myself another arm. When I looked down I saw that Shigaraki had decided to get all touchy feely with my legs and had disintegrated a small portion of it. The pile of disintegrated me laid in a pile of greyish shlop.

"P̛i͢e͟ce͜ ҉o҉f́ ͜fu̧ck͠i̡n̛g-҉ f̶i̡l̕t̶hy ͠Hanzo̷ ͏main̸!̴"͢ ͜

"How dare you!" Shigaraki snapped at me, genuinely insulted by my words.

"Y̛o͠u҉ ͏fi͡g̸h̷t҉ l̸ik҉e҉ ̷a ͡dai̸r̕y͟ ̀fa͞r̡m̛er!́"͠

"Have you even played Monkey Island!"

̴"I͘t͜'s o̵n t͡h̡e ͘l̶i̷st!̨"̛

"What is even happening?" I heard Mineta question reality.

I formed an eye on my leg and looked at the trio who were still in the water, while doing this I also formed an eye near the top of my stretched-out arm made a smaller and pulled out my phone.

"Oi, you three." I said from a mouth on my leg, grabbing their attention. "Get teach out of here. I'll try and get the villains to back off."

I got three quick nods before they hopped out of the water and ran towards Aizawa. While I talked to them, the smaller arm I made was waving my phone through the air trying to get a signal, luckily the nomu stopped squirming so I didn't have to worry about it knocking it out of my hand. Meanwhile back down on the ground, Shigaraki had decided to run after Midoriya, Mineta, and Asui after he saw them making a break for Aizawa. Unfortunately for me, I was still searching for a signal and couldn't afford to move, but fortunately I didn't have to, as Shigaraki was forced to jump away from the running trio to avoid a sparkling laser.

"Excuse moi, monsieur villain," Aoyama said as he strutted up to us with Ojiro tailing behind him. "But I can't allow you to take another step towards them."

I gave my sparkling friend a thumbs up. "̧Ni͜c͞e͏ ͟g͘oin̛g͢, ́Spa̵r͏kles͝.̡"̷

Ayoama faced me, his constant smile plastered on his face per usual and- oh… oh... for someone who constantly had a smile, Aoyama had one mean ass glare. A smile and an angry glare usually equal an evil grin but not on his face. Just plain old anger.

"Vous et moi will be having a chat later."

I nervously nodded.̧"Y͘e͡ah̵, ̴s҉ure̛ no̶-͠ o̧h̵ ̨h͞e͠y̡ ̨a s̴i͡gn̨al." It was a weak one, but it should serve its purpose.

"What do you mean 'signal'!? We blocked teamspeak!" Shigaraki angrily questioned me.

"Y͜o̸u did͡, i̸n͠side͘ ̶t҉h́e̵ ̨b̸ui̵l̶di͢ng̢.͏ ̴Bu͘t last t͢ime I̡ c̢h͝ec̴ked̶ ̛my ar̀m's ͘o͏uts̷ide ͘of it̴.̵"͞ and text sent, here's hoping Midnight gets it.

"You hacker!"

T͘h̵e game͝ we al̷l͠ ͡pl̨a͜y i̷s҉ call͠e͏d͜ ̀l͢ife,͟ c͜he̸ąts ͟and hac͘k̶s͜ d̛on̕'t̀ ̡éx͘ist i͢n ͘it."̴

I tossed the Nomu off the side of the building and retracted my arm, quickly growing myself to nineteen feet as I did so. Bastard took a foot off me, that's at least two weeks of food right there. I gave Shigaraki a nefarious grin.

"̶̀T̶hè͟ ́͏͟o̡͟͠n̸lý͞ ̧́͝t͝h҉̡҉i͡ń̡g̛͘ ̧͜w̧e̴͡ ̸̀͡p̴͢͜lay̸er͡s̡҉ ̴c͠͠͝a͝n ̶̨͡d͢o̸̕ i͏̨s͟͠ ̵́ab̨u̶̕͞s̵e ͝҉t̷̡͝h̸̕ę̢ ҉g͜a͞mę͞͠'ş ̵p͞҉hỳs҉̶i̧c̛͝s̡̕ ̕ en̵̴͠gį̷n͜è͡ ͝͞t͟o̡ ̢̀ş̛h̵i͟͠f͢͢t ҉t́͘͠h̴in̕g̀͘s̵̴ ̴̨̡i҉̸͜n̨͜͠ ̢͏o̷͜ur ̵͝f͘҉á͠͡vo͜҉̸r̨͞.̀

(Third Person P.O.V)

Midnight was joyfully strolling towards the teacher's office. She had just finished tortu- ahem, teaching some second years and wanted to grab a quick snack before heading off to the next batch of students. She had just rounded a corner when she spotted them, the Big Three, idly chatting with one another while walking the halls. Toyota happily marching along with his standard upbeat grin, Amajiki lagging only slightly behind, his perpetual nervous frown trembling, and finally Hado cheerfully strolling alongside the two, her long, slightly curled hair (which Midnight was slightly jealous of as she had tried to grow out her hair really long when she was younger but had to give up as she could never keep it clean or untangled like the third year could) bouncing every once and awhile. When the trio finally caught sight of her, their eyes lit up and they began to jog towards her.

"Midnight!" Hado yelled with an excited wave.

Nemuri gave them a light smile as she placed a hand on her hip. "What are you three doing here? Shouldn't you three be on the other side of the school, working your butts off in class?"

Togata rubbed the back of his head, a hearty smile of his face. "We actually came to find you, you see-" Hado shoved her way forward, getting right in the R-rated hero's face.

"We heard some rumours you had a son, it true?" The blue haired girl asked with an endless amount of curiosity burning in her voice.

Midnight's grin shifted to a nervous one, being slightly off-put by Hado's abrupt actions. "Well, you see-" she began before Amajiki interrupted her.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Amajiki said in a depressed tone; he was facing a nearby wall hiding his miserable expression. "It was just a stupid rumor, even then, then chances of Midnight having a kid is astronomically low."

The murderous aura that surrounded Midnight sent a cavalcade of terror-driven shivers down the three students' spines. They had all been a part of Midnight's many ...training sessions, the most memorable parts of those classes being when some unfortunate soul decided to insult Midnight's age or her romantic life. The state of those fools after the extra time Midnight spent traini- no, who are they kidding. Tormenting them made no one but the utterly stupid willing to insult her for fear of what she'd do to them.

The aura of death dissipated however as Nemuri took a deep calming breath, causing the trio to nearly collapse in euphoric relief. The purple haired woman gave the dark-haired teen that mildly insulted her a scathing glare.

"It's not just a rumor. I do, in fact, have a son. I adopted him just over nine months ago."

The three teens stayed silent for a moment, "That makes a lot more sense." Amajiki muttered, earning him another terror trip via a brief murder shroud form Nemuri.

It dissipated just as fast as it before the moment Hado jumped in the Pro Hero's face with a smile "What's he look like? What course is he in? Oh… what's his Quirk? Is he any good at- wait no- you probably trained him, so he's good for combat- what's he like?" As the only female member of the big three continued to rattle off questions the other three humans standing the hall gained a sweat drop as some of her questions dropped off into the weird territory.

Nemuri was just about to silence the teen when her phone released a tone, doing that job for her. She quickly pulled out her phone from one of her suit's hidden pockets and checked her texts.

"Who's that?" asked Togata, his curious demeanor only lasting for a second when he saw Midnight's entire posture shift.

She was in battle mode.

Not even a second later, Midnight was running down the halls yelling into her phone as her voice was spread throughout the entire school via the speakers. "All available staff report to the front of the building! Villains are attacking the USJ building! I repeat, villains are attacking the USJ building!" her fury barely being restrained as she spoke.

If there was even a single scratch on her boy, someone is going to wish they were dead when she got her hands on them.

(Marc's P.O.V.)

"We should be leaving now, Shigaraki Tomura." The shadowy gumby man calmly said to the disintegrator.

Said disintegrator was two steps away from throwing a bigger tantrum than a stubborn four-year-old crying about a toy their parents refused buy for them. He was practically heaving in anger, his eyes wide with anger as they shook at me.

"No. No. No. No. NO! We're not leaving till one of them dies! Till All Might is ruined!" There's the tantrum, and the verbal info I need to get him to back off without coming off as suspiciously all-knowing.

"̀͜I ́҉d͜͞҉o̵͏n̡͏҉'̷̧͏t͜-" "DIE!" *BOOOM!*

I jumped a little at the explosion, I mean who wouldn't. It just came out of nowhere. Wave of smoke quickly covered the area before it dissipated to reveal an angry Bakugou holding down Kuro-something by his metal neck thingy. Never could remember his name. As Bakugou told his captive to hold still in his own violent manner as Kirishima ran up to guard him, Shigaraki's anger seemed to double. He looked between Aoyama, Bakugou, Kirishima and I, twitching every other second, trying to decide which one of us to attack.

"̷̧͠A̕s͟ ̨͏̢I͠͏ ͟͞͠ẃa̸̧͞s̷ ̢̛͝sa̢͡y͟i҉ņ̶g̛҉ ͏b̡̕e͠҉͏f͘͘ore͏ ̴I̡͏͡ ̵w̵a͠͝ś̸ ̛i̸̷͠ńţ̷͡e͢͠r͢ru͞p̵͘te̡d҉."́ I complained, garnering the attention of everyone around us. ͟͢"̢̡I̴ ̛d̸ơ͟͏n͟'̨̨t͢ ̷͝k̨n̡͘o͠w̶̡̕ ͟w̷h͜y͡͏̕ ́͘y̶̷o̸̢u̕r̶ c͏o҉̸mp̕͞l̢a̧ìn̕͜͡įn͏̛g̨.̶͟ ҉̷I̷͞f̛͢ y̷̴ǫ̸u̕͟ ẃ̶a̢͘ń̶͡t́e͞d ̸̵ţo ̡̧r̶̀ú̡i͡n̨͡͞ ̴͘͠A̷͘͜l̷̡͏l͏̵ ͢͠M͏̴͏í̀g̀h̕͢͏t̨̡,̡͟ ̕y̴̶o͞u̷͘͏'̀v͞e ́͢͠do̵̧̢n̷̡e ̵̕a̸͘ pr̵etty͝ ̧g͡ò́͘o҉̨d҉̴͠ ͝jo̕͢b̷ ̸alr̷͡e̕͜a̷͝d͏̷̧y҉͏.̸̴̀"̛̀

"What do you mean?" Shigaraki asked me with genuine curiosity, Bakugou echoing his question with anger.

"͜͠A͏̢l̴̸̕l M̷i̕gh̕͢t̶͞͏ w̴̢ą̕s̵ ̷̴s̶u͝͏p̕ṕơ̡s̷̕͠e̡̢ḑ̨͜ ̶to̸̕ ̧͞҉b̶e̷͞ ̢h͡er̵̨͠e,́́͡ ̵͜͢t̡́o ͠tr̵̸a̷̛i͜n̶͠ ̷a̵̧n͟d̶…̸ ̨p̵̛͡r̴̡o̸ţe̢c͡͝t͏ u̢͏s ̵̕i͘͞f̛ ̴̢s̨̡͘ò͜mȩ̴t̷h҉̡͟i̛͞҉n͢͟g͢ ͡͡w̷͞e͜͡n̷̸͠t̷̛͏ ̸w̴͏r͝ò͝n͏g̨.̨͞ B̶͜͜e͜ ̛͠h͠e̴̡ ̶͢w͏͡ąs̴̨͡ń'̀͘͠t.̶͠ A̡̕͟nd ̷i͏͞n̛͞ ̸͢͜h͜͟i̶s ̛a̸̛b̷̶s̛̕͜e͏̵n̵̛͞ce͢,̵̀ ̛̕y҉ǫ̶͞u̢͢ ҉̢d̢͞iḑ̸͘n̶'t̷͡ ̀ju̡͡st̸́ ́͠s̛e͏̴v҉̸e͟r̢el͏̶͘y̸͏ ̶̢͡i̴̛͞ńj҉̷͠u̸͡͏r̵̨͡ę̸̨ ҉t̀̕w͜҉o̡͞ p̀͠r̀͘ǫ-̶͝ḩe͟r̀͠o̵es̴̨,̡̡ yơ̵̶ư҉̷ a͏͟l̨͝͡s̨̀o҉ ͘i̢̛ńjù͠r̸͏͠ę͝d̶͝ ͠͝ą ͏҉̶s҉̨͝t̀͟ùd̸͢e͢nt͟͏.́͢"҉͟͡ I said pointing to the pile of gunk that used to be me.

A spark of realization seemed to enter the villain's eyes, but it wasn't fully realized yet. Time to hammer it home.

"N͏̶o͞w͝ ͏l͝èt̴͝'̴̢s̨̧ bȩ̴ ҉̕h̨͜o̵n͢e̴͝s̷̷͠t͟. Hu͜͞͞r͝ţi͡ǹ͞g̡̢̡ Ál̛̀͝l͏͡ ̛M̷̕͠i̧͠g̀͟ht͢ ͝ph̨҉҉y͜͏͏si͏͏ca̷̕l̡͠ly̶̡ ̵̀i͜҉s̶͏ ̸a̡ ͏̡͘v̶̛e̡͜r͟y̸ ̛͢h̶̕͟ard ̷t̛h͞͡i͟n̢g̶̡̕ ̧́t̡ǫ̨̛ d̨̕o͢͏.҉͟ ̀͟B̴u̕t̴͟ d̵a͘͢ḿ̡̡a̵͠g̵i͢͡n̨͞g̨ ḩ̕͠i̸͡s̛̀͢ ̢͟͢r̛͘͠ep͠͞u҉͟͡t̸̸a̷͝t҉i̛on͘ ̵̢͟i̧s̶̵͝ ̵҉a̶̡n ͢͞e̷͜a̛͘s̨̕͟i̶̢e̵r̴̷ ͢͜t́͡h̴i͞͡ng̴̀͝.҉"

The spark was fully realized now. It shined with a twisted hope, that he didn't entirely fail his objective. But now it was time to murder it.

"͟҉Y͞oư ̸sh̡ould҉̨҉ ̨͜͞le͟a͠͝v̡͜e̢͠ ҉nów w̷i͠t҉̴h́̕ ͢t̛͟h҉e ͝ĺ͜i̸͡͠t͢t̶l͡͝e̛͝ ́҉v̕ic̡͜͢t͏̧o̷r̴i͞e̢̢s͘ ͞͏̀y̡͜ou ̵́h͜ą͘v̨҉e̸̶̢,̨ ҉b̡͜͝e̛c̵á͠u͏̀͜s̡̡e̛ ̧ho͝n͝es̷t̴ļ̀́y t͜h͝e͢ ҉̶fa̛c͠t͏ y͞o̢ų͘͟ ͟e͏v̶e̸ǹ̷ ̧͝m̧͟a͝na̵g͠e͘͘d ͏̨t͘͠ơ̴͏ ́͝͏g̛͟e̡͏ţ̕͝ ̨͘t̛͡h҉̷̀e̸҉m͜͏́ ̶́wi͜t̀͢͞h̛ ͢͠͡y͡͏҉o͝҉͞u̸͟͝r̢̕ ҉̴͝h҉̷o̢͢ŕ̸r͝͠i͝͡d ͝͝͏t͏ea̡m̡͠͠ ̨́c̶̨o̴m̸̡ṕ ͟i̡͘s͡ ͟nòt̷̴h͏i̡͘͘n̴͞g͟͟ ̨͝s̴h̴͢o̴͟r̢t óf̀ ͢a̸͏ ̕͠m̸i͢͝r̴͘a̕cl̢e͘͡."͝

Shigaraki went completely still. "What?" he growled out. The murderous intent has returned.

The shit eating grin that had been forming on my face the past moment was now splitting my face. "Y҉ou̴͜ ͏̧h̢̕ád̴͝ ̡́͡a҉̴̀ ̛͢b́un҉͘c͜͜h̛͞ ̸̨͟o̧̡f o҉n̛҉è̡ ̡̀śh̴͟o̴̕͜t̸͢ ̛m̴̸o̵̴͠o҉k̶͜s͘͡,̴ two͞҉ ҉m̛a͝҉i̸͝n̨͟͡ ̷͏͝ch̴͜a͠ŕá̀c̶te̷r̶s͘,̶ ̷͜͢ą ̷̕͞s̀um͞m̡o͟͡n̶ s̢ơ̶ s͠p͏̶ęc͡͞ial҉͝i̸̵z̡͡e͟͝d͝ t̴h̷͏at̕ ̨҉t͜h͏e̕͝ ̀͘͠mom̨e͜nt͏ ̨͝i̷t͠҉ ̸̴͜c͘am̡͟e͟͝͞ ̀͠in͢͞t̴̀o̵̴ c̴̛o͘͢҉n̴͝ţ͟͞a҉̧̛c̸͡͝t̨ ҉͝w͜͏i͘t̶̡͟h̕ ͠so̸m̛͟҉ȩ͝҉t͞͠͡h͢͡i̸n̵̢g҉ ́t͝ha̷͘t͡ ̨̛i̡͟͏t̷̨ ̵̷c̡͢͠o̶̡u̕l̶͞d͜͞n̨̛͢'͏t̵͘͘ d̀͞ea̕l ̶ẁi҉t̴h̷ it͞ ̷̢fai̢͜l̴̶͘é͝d̷́ ́͡h̢̢͟ơrrìb͡l͞͞y. ̷A͘n͡d ̛tha̴͡͏t'̷̡͞s̕҉ ͠n̶͢o̶͠t̛ ͏̨e̵͠v̕e͟n̴ ̛c̀҉o͡u̡̕͠nt̨i̸͢n͘͞g ̴t́he̵ ͡l͝ac̡͘k̵̵ ͏óf͠ ̨́p͝re̶p̧ ͠͏y̢̨҉ou̸ d̡̀i̶̧d̴͡ ͢i͟ņ͞ ̕͠ǫ̧r̛d͏҉e͜͜r̵͞ ͏t̵͘o̵̸͢ ̶d̀e͢͝a̧͝l̷ ͠wį͟t̶̛͝h҉ us̷̵̀ ҉҉͟n̛ew̷͞b̵s͞.̷͝ ͡D́͝i̶͡d́ ̢͜y̨͢o̴u ̵͡҉ȩ͟͞v͝e͜n̨͜ ̷͝d́͢o a͘ny̢͘͡ ̨r͟e̡̡s҉͡ea̴r҉c͡h͟͟ o̧n̸͝ ̀͜͞ų͘͞s?͜ ͜͞B̸͜͝e͟c͘͟ą̨̀us̸͠e̶̛ ̢͘͞i̢͏f̡̀ ̵͝yo̷ú҉̴ d҉i͡d̛͘,́ ̧͝y̸o̡͢͢u͢ ͞w̵̨o̷͏ul͢ḑ͡ ̡h͠a̸v̷e͝ ̡̨́k̷͏ńo̡̨̨w̕n͠͞ ̧͟not͏̧ ҉ţ͏͝o҉̀҉ ͏͘d͡rǫ͢͟p̴̡ Asu̧͟͜i͘ ̸̕͞į̷n̸ ͏t͟h̨̨e҉ ̡͟ẃ͘͟at̨̨́e͠r̛͠ z͟҉͢o͏n͝҉e̡̛͝.̷̨"

Fury now rolled off the handsy villain in furious waves. He began to slowly march towards me, dragging his feet with every step. Murder in his eyes. Ah shit. Well, no backing down now. I've committed myself fully to this. To quote Ron Swanson, "Don't halfass two things, fullass one thing."

"̡͏F̢a͘͠c͜͠e̵ ̨҉͠i̷t, ̨҉t̸͢h̀͞e̡̧͜ ̴o̧n̵l̨͟͏ỳ҉͜ ͜͏r̷͝eá̶s͢ơ͜n̛ ͘͜͟y̷̸o̶͟͞ư ̧h͟a̶͢ve̷ ͜a͏̛n͘҉̶ý͡ ̴̢v̴̧į́̕c͘͢͠t̸̵o̴̵͢r̴͘i͢es̕͢ ̀t̨̨̛oda͢y̧ is ̴̧̛b́͘eca͏̛҉use̢ o̵̡f ̛͠b̡̨u̵͜͡l͘͡l̷̀sh͏҉̷it ̸́͝l̸͜uck͘͠.́"

The final words were said, and the final straw was placed. The camel's back broke. And by camel, I mean Shigaraki, and by back, I mean rage. His rage broke. The handy man was blitzing towards me. I, on the other hand, was quickly shrinking down and preparing to throw the man-child in the water zone. Soon after that All Might would arrive and by the time he got out of the water he'd be K.O'd with a simple punch. Then boom, no more League of Villains. This would be their first and last outing.

"FEAR NOT, STUDENTS!" …. No.

"WHY?!" No…

"BECAUSE I AM HERE!" NO! NO! NO!

And with that, All Might slammed into the ground near us, causing everyone but the Number One to briefly leave the ground, and Bakugou's hand to jump off the smoke man's neck plate. Barely a second later, the purple haze man had warped away and Shigaraki was gone from my sight. With shocked terror in my eyes I began to frantically scan the area for them. After a second of searching, I spotted them near the bottom of the stairs, only 25 meters away from Aizawa, who was still being ferried up the steps.

"Shigaraki Tomura, All Might has arrived and the Nomu was defeated. It is best we leave now before-" the shadowy haze butler was silenced as Shigaraki slammed a hand on his neck brace, his pinkie hovering just above the metal plating. "Shut it, Kurogiri." Oh yeah, that's his name. Nice to know that finally.

"Enjoy your victory!" Shigaraki spat, like the word was a venomous swear. "For next time we meet, lost summon, I'll be taking you back!"

And with that they vanished. Silence permeated the area as I turned and gave All Might a wide eyed, incredulous stare. I held that stare for several moments, as everyone was trying to process what had just happened. When All Might finally noticed my gaze, he stared back for a few seconds, becoming more and more off-put by the second.

"Young Kayama, what seems to be the problem…?" the hero asked with a nervous sweat drop.

"You couldn't've waited five more seconds, could ya?"

Not even four minutes later the teachers and police arrived, Midnight had fussed over me for a second before I got her off my back by telling her about the villains that harmed me, causing her to march sadistically to the fire zone. While the heroes and police went around the USJ to pick up all the KO'd villain lackeys, the students were forced to wait outside, at least the ones they were already present. Seven students were still inside the building and they still needed to be found. The students who were outside where swapping stories as I layed on the grass and started at the clouds. Shikamaru would be mildly proud. Bakugou wasn't talking either, he was just… glaring menacingly at me. So, nothing new there.

My classmates tried to get a story out of Aoyama, but he was just being secretive about the whole thing, giving only the barest of information, before striking a pose and sparkling. Seemed he was still going to milk some attention from the others like he did in the anime. That, or he wanted to talk to me before telling anyone anything. My peers had tried to get me to talk, but i just waved 'em off and said "later", receiving many groans of annoyance. I, however, just started at the sky in wondered.

I wondered if I should have just ignored Aizawa's words and just punched Shigaraki in the face. I wondered if I should have manipulated Aoyama into help me instead of just fighting on my own. I wondered if my butterfly had gotten any of my missing classmates killed. I sat there and wondered if I indirectly murdered someone and begged every force in the universe for it not to be true. I sat alone for ten minutes then the door opened.

Dozens of people were hauled out of the building by cops, many in cuffs and nearly all of them unconscious. They were unceremoniously shoved into several large armoured police trucks before they were driven off. As several more trucks came forward to collect more thugs, I noticed a few familiar faces in the crowd that were headed this way. A lightly scuffed Jirou and Yaoyorozu, and a familiar pair of floating gloves. Kaminari was them too, but he was being carried towards some paramedics. And given the tears that were flowing down an invisible face, things were not good.

Before they even took another step towards our group I could already see their story. Everything went pretty much the same till Kaminari got captured. Hagakure snuck around to hit the villain that caught him but probably messed up and got Kaminari shocked. Yaoyorozu most likely took the villain out after that. But the damage was still done.

When the three girls arrived at our group Ashido immediately went up to them and asked what happened, while Koda and Tsuyu quietly shuffled their way over to Hagakure and attempted to comfort her.

Dammit. Damnit dammit dammit! Kaminari's face was most likely scarred and Hagakure might be scarred for life. Hatred began to well inside me. All of it for myself This was… AAUUUGH! By technicality it was my fault, but it also wasn't, as how the hell could I have predicted this shit would happen. My hate only grew as I noticed Tokoyami had just walked out of the building with one of his arms in a sling. FUCK! Two of my classmates injured because of my mere existence in this fucking world.

I stood up and walked away from my peers doing my absolute best to hide my hateful expression. Several years of drama class don't fail me now. I needed to get out of here, and just do something to vent. Scream, swear, punch something. I don't really care right now.

"HEY!" An angry voiced yelled at me as I walked away.

I twisted my head around to see that Bakugou was the one yelling at me, and just like that I stopped caring about hiding my hate. I ignored the explosive fuckwad and quickly returned to walking away. But it seemed like the shit stain wasn't happy about that as he quickly marched up to me, grabbed my jacket, and spun me around to face his ferocious visage.

"That handy asswipe talked like he knew you, you slimy bastard! How!?" The asshole roared in my face.

The entire area stood silent for a while, as all our classmates had stopped chatting and were now paying attention to Bakugou and I. Looking back at them, I noticed that Todoroki and Iida had arrived when I wasn't looking. That's probably why Half-n-Half didn't show up - he had to hold back for Iida's sake.

"Don't ignore you slimy fuck!" Bakuhoe roared in my face again.

"Can't say." Short and simple, keep responses short and simple so you don't go off the rails, Marc.

"The fuck you mean 'can't say'!?" And now there's spit in my face.

"Let me go." Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Listen here you little-"

"Bakugou Katsuki." Another voice chimed in, drawing everyone attention to them.

It was Naomasa, surprising myself I didn't recognise his voice at first. I'm usually good at that. Then again it had been nine months since I saw him.

"I'm Detective Naomasa, I'd like to talk to you in private for a bit. Can you come with me?"

"But-" With the living grenades attention on someone else for that second, I slipped through his grip and began to walk off.

"Get back here you-" "Kayama Marc." Naomasa interrupted Bakugou, grabbing my attention.

"Detective Naomasa, nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you again too, though I wish it was under better circumstances." the cop said with a slight smile. "How's it been living with Midnight?"

"It's been an… interesting experience..." Why the hell would he ask me about that? I know I haven't talked to him in a long while, but he and Midnight occasionally talked, so…

I had just looked back at Bakugou when the obvious answer hit me. Naomasa saw what was happening and decided to drop off enough info to get him to back off. Despite being an outrageous asshole, Bakugou wasn't stupid. An interaction between me and a cop like that should drop some informational seeds in his brain.

"Kayama!" A certain false redhead shouted at me.

But apparently those informational seeds fail to take root in others.

"Bakugou's right. Those villains knew you. After what's happened to our classmates you gotta-"

"KIRISHIMA!" I yelled at my friend, my anger finally coming to the surface.

Kirishima jumped at my shout, obviously unnerved at my anger. "Two things." I emphasized by holding up to fingers "One, If I told you anything, I'd be breaking the law as that information is confidential."

The crimson haired boy gulped nervously as he looked over to the detective whose serious stare had morphed into a glare.

"And the second thing?" He stammered.

"You have to be a level eight friend to unlock my tragic backstory," I declared seriously.

The loud smack of a gloved hand meeting a face was almost enough to rid me of my anger.

Rino: Holy Scheisse! For those of you who don't know, I have over 100 favorites and followers for this fic on . And I'm only eight chapters in! So, to everyone on both Spacebattles and FanFiction. *bows* THANK YOU SO MUCH!