I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
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Like a dispatched bullet, Silverfang's hands shot forward, piercing through one of the monsters, the force was enough to incapacitate it, but not lethal enough to kill it. As the monster collapsed forward, five blurs encircled him. He stood his ground, sliding his feet against the charred floor, blue energy cohering with the motion of his limbs.
The students seems to be holding on their own just fine, especially Bakugo and that icey hot kid. Ah well.
Better watch my back first.
A sharp point of a blade could be seen launching itself towards him; he quickly intercepted it with the back of his hand, causing an audble crack to be heard. Fragments of the blade sprang everywhere, scattered in the air. He then delivered a roundhouse kick to his head, disorienting his focus, as he stumbled backwards. Silverfang leapt upwards, finishing with a downward kick, sending him spiraling below into the floor.
"You boys about done with the theatrics, or do we have to continue this circus till sunrise?" Silverfang asked, his tone had a slight edge on it.
Instead of responding verbally, five ninja's came shooting down from above, each landing ceremoniously, "You've certainly given us quite the trouble, Silverfang, former pro-hero and former principal of the UA high school."
Silverfang stretched his arms, as he let out an audible grunt, "I still have my work cut out for me. I don't mind the exercise."
"Is that so?" One of them sprang forward, sprinting as their feet caused the dust to travel backwards, "Let's see that enthusiasm by the end of this scuffle."
Silverfang quickly ducked to the side, taking hold of the ninja's forearm, twisting it, before pinning him into the ground, "You're so laughably predictable."
He could feel a slight presence from his rear side; he moved out of the way only for the ninja from behind him to accidentally pierce the pinned ninja, eliciting a haunting shriek as the blood gushed forth.
"Oh, that looks bad." Silverfang remarked with mockery, "Want me to wrap a couple of bandages around that so you can call it a night?"
"ASSHOLE!" The ninja vehemently ripped the blade out of his peer, rushing forward as the other ninjas followed suit.
"Suit yourself then." Silverfang spun around, catching the outraged ninja's attack by an inch, shattering the sword with his quirk. He pulled him backwards before using his legs to throw him into the direction of his allies.
With utter disregard, one of the ninjas grabbed the airborne ninja by the collar, and sliced him apart before he could react, effectively getting him out of the way.
One of the ninja's bypassed his reactionary receptors, their blades piercing the side of Silverfang's shoulder by an inch, blood dripping from between the flesh gaps.
Panting, Silverfang's endeavour against the opposing force took a toll on his stamina. Fatigue plagued his body, but he beckoned to stay sturdy. Another blade came into his vision, but he quickly caught it between his fingers, applying pressure into the center of the weapon; it shattered into dozens of fragments as a result. He quickly tossed the handle of the blade away, before delivering a barrage of attacks that caused the ninja to collapse on the floor.
Silverfang honed his focus as he took in the sight of the ninja's rushing forward to attack him, as well as the monsters that followed suit from behind.
Can't keep this up.
Then..
A streak of ice shot forward, freezing some of the ninja's in the air. A kid with a hybrid hair of white and red landed at the tip of the ice cliff. Letting the tip of his feet touch the edge, the kid tilted his head towards Silverfang, "Silverfang-san, I'll take it from here."
"LIKE HELL YOU'RE NOT, ICEY-HOT!" Another voice chimed in, as an array of eruption blasted from the side. Bakugo landed in front of the iceberg, his fists clenched, his eyes set for the monsters in front of him, "I'll take it from here, old fart!"
"We," Todoroki corrected with a finger, "will take it from here."
"No. It's I, not we, plural, not singular, got it? I'm the class rep, it's my job to do the heavy lifting." Bakugo boldly stated, "Your job is to stay in the sidelines along with the other extra's."
"This extra had you by the bottom of his feet the last time you fought him." Todoroki wryly replied.
"YOU-"
"Young Bakugo, Young Todoroki" Silverfang interjected, "While I'm flattered by your decision to fight in my stead, this is NOT the time for you both to-" Silverfang's eyes jolted as a monster crept from behind him. He quickly bent his hips to the side, transmitting the momentum through his heels and slammed the monster into the ground, "-argue." Silverfang finished.
Begrudgingly, Bakugo stomped forward, "Fine! This asshole can join in on the fun! But stay the fuck out of my way, got it?!"
"Don't plan on staying close to you anyway." Todoroki said as he jumped from the ice cliff, landing neatly on the ground, "Silverfang-san, I don't mean to order you around, but could you go to the other students to keep an eye on them?"
Silverfang hesitated, "Are you absolutely sure that you can handle them? They're-"
"Silverfang-san, we can hold our own..The same can't be said about the other students." Todoroki insisted.
"Can you?"
"I've practiced with my quirk," Todoroki reassured, "I can handle this."
Bakugo added, "What's a bunch of lab rejects gonna do to us, anyway?! We're fuckin' above them in every way!"
"We." Todoroki repeated the words.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Alright, alright, fine." Silverfang nodded, "Your assistance is most appreciated, but I will return here as soon as I can." He then sprinted into the other direction.
Bakugo and Todoroki stepped forward, activating their respective quirks in unison, "I don't plan on protecting you." Bakugo said.
"And I you." Todoroki returned the gesture; They then propelled themselves forward with their quirks, with Todoroki using his ice to slide on the floor to maintain mobility, while Bakugo resorted to a far more aggressive approach. He used his nitroglycerin explosions to propel himself into every direction, using his speed to outmaneuver the monsters.
Todoroki formed a curved slide with his ice, blocking the monster's pathways as he did so. Seeing this, Bakugo took this to his advantage as he propelled himself against the trapped monster, spinning smoothly as the blazing flame rapidly increased it's intensity in his hands, "HOWITZER IMPACT!"
The blast covered a good chunk of the area, enveloping the ice, melting it in the process. Bakugo landed on the ground, satisfied with his move. He tilted his head backwards; the smoke subsided, revealing the ghastly sight within.
The monsters from before...
Had Todoroki by his neck, with him struggling against their grip; his neck was slightly grazed slightly and a good amount of blood trickled down his collar. Worst of all, they were unfazed by the attacks.
...
Amai Mask couldn't believe the sight that he was seeing in front of him. What was once a thriving, pristine school campus had been reduced to rubble and debris. A pungent stench swept through his nostrils, causing him to cough.
Their trip was disrupted by an abrupt traffic jam; as a result, they were late.
Amai Mask clenched his fists, his jaw locked as his brow furrowed, "Those corrupt imbeciles.."
"The dorms!" Isamu slammed the back of the seat with his fist, "Step on it! They might've gotten to them sooner than we thought!"
"Your injuries," Amai Mask pointed out, "and the kid. You're not eligible to be placed in the middle of a battlefield, and neither is he."
Isamu's eyes shifted towards the terrified kid besides him, "I can handle myself! I'll do everything in my power to keep the kid safe!"
"How can I take your word for it when you can hardly move?!"
"I'll take an adrenaline shot." Isamu said as his bag opened on it's own; a mechanical arm sprang forward, handing him an injection drug, "The effects of this drug will last five hours or so, enough for me to put myself to use," he clarified.
"Isamu-"
"An attack of this scale can't be overlooked," Isamu clenched his fists, "I have to be there to assist."
Amai Mask remained static, reluctant to speak another word, to convince the boy to do otherwise, but he eventually conceded, "Fine. But watch yourself."
Isamu nodded; as he injected the drug into his shoulder. He winced slightly as the liquid coursed through his veins, "Alright. Let's do this. To my recollection, the only dorms they're targeting is the Class 1-A dormitory building."
Amai Mask stepped on the brakes, and the car turned around; the tires screeched as they propelled the car forward.
...
A mist hovered over his vision; the streak of light barely registering in his eyes. His mind was all but a blank slate, unable to comprehend or perceive his surroundings. His line of thought had been cut off short, his dull eyes obstructed by his flickering eyelids.
However, a set of voice faintly passed through his ear, like a soothing lullaby.
He fondly acknowledged this voice. A surge of warmth reverberated through his chest, as he leaned closer to that source of voice.
It was abstract, but he could still feel it. He could feel his head leaning against her chest. He felt like he could bawl his eyes out inro her shoulder.
Mom..
"W...a...s."
The voice was becoming much more fainter and distant, as if it was gradually drifting away. No. He couldn't let it happen.
"W...ake..."
It's returning to him again. Yes! Like a canine sniffing the bait, he searched for the source of that voice again. That comforting presence, that satiating voice..
"Ga...rou..wa..."
He could revert back, return to how his life was before. Before the tragedy started, before his life gradually spiraled into an unsalvageable mess, before he became the Hero Hunter, back with his parents, back in his home, where he could laugh together, converse with the people that he desperately had missed so much. Yes. He will return, and there's not a damned thing that anyone could do to stop-
"GAROU!"
Garou's eyes jostled open, as he took in the views of his surrounding, and the curled green haired boy with freckles and a sleeveless green jacket crouching down in front of him.
Damn, his head looked like it had been grounded down to the gutter as well.
Oh.
He's back.
Groaning, he said, "The fuck do you want? I had a..good sleep."
"You sure did. You were about to lean on my shoulder, muttering something about 'intimacy'." Izuku scrunched his nose a little bit, "I don't swing that way."
"You keep that smart mouth of yours closed tight." Garou blurted back. He looked around, then asked, "Where the hell is that brute?"
"He ran off to the other side of the forest." Izuku said, "I was going to chase him, but figured that leaving you here would weigh down heavily on my conscience."
"You idiot.." Garou grunted as he forced himself to get up, but his body restrained him from doing so.
"Easy does it." Izuku gently held the man by his shoulder.
Garou shook his head, "Taking it easy is off the table when that fucker is probably already wreaking havoc in the dorms."
"No, in that condition, even Mineta can handle him." Izuku corrected.
"Condition..?"
"You roughed him up pretty bad, even more so than I did."
"What?" Garou uttered the words in complete bewilderment, "The hell-"
"Your quirk acted up, I'm assuming your emotions were the catalyst for it, but while you were at it, your eyes glazed over, as if I was staring at a blank slate. You made a short work of it, then, you collapsed." Izuku ran by him the events that happened prior to his blackout.
"I almost killed...oh jeez." Garou placed his hands in his forehead, "Old man's gonna kill me by the end of this."
"It's involuntary. I know." Izuku nodded, "We'll work with that."
"We? You don't know shit about quirks, kid."
"Maybe so, but I'll try regardless." Izuku then tried to scoop the older man up, noticing his fatigue, hoisting his armpits by his shoulder, "We need to get you out of this forest first."
"Heh, Sensei's rubbing on you pretty quick, huh?" Garou snickered. Damn, it hurts to laugh, "Even with that injury in your head, you're still going to try to help me."
Izuku gave him the cold shoulder, not responding.
Though, his body was straining him down, he couldn't just leave this man to his devices.
...
"What's he like?" Garou asked as they walked through the forest, "Odd guy, is he?"
"He isn't 'odd'." Izuku said, his voice slightly had an edge, "He is eccentric, yes, but, he is not..'odd', in the sense that he's mentally ill or socially reprehensible."
"You daft fuck, that's not what I meant." Garou corrected, "And if you think about it, everyone is odd in their own ways."
"You had a tone that specifically implied Sensei's negative traits."
"Nah, you're just being overprotective." Garou chuckled, "Not to be a stick in the mud, but dear Sensei doesn't need a hormonal teenager like you getting their shit flipped in order to defend his 'honor'. You've got enough to worry about as it is."
Izuku grumpily remained silent, his eyes fixated on the ground ahead.
"Not gonna talk?" Garou nudged him, "You know I'm right."
"Keep quiet for the rest of the stroll, or I'll drop you here." Izuku lightly threatened.
"Oh you know you wouldn't."
"I would."
"You wouldn't."
"I'm tempted to as we speak."
"Pretty questionable thing to say for a hero."
Izuku sighed, "I should've brought my earphones."
"I can still nag at you that way."
Izuku exhaled, ignoring any of his further ramblings. But then, Garou came up with one question that piqued his attention, "You got a dad back home?"
Izuku tilted his head towards him, "No."
"Oh. Is he..?"
"No." Izuku shook his head, "He's just absent."
"Absent, as in..?"
"He works overseas." Izuku replied, "Sends money our way occasionally, but hardly tried to be with us. That's just how it goes."
"Sounds like a deadbeat dad." Garou commented, "We have one thing with common, I guess."
"You too?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah, I.." Garou paused for a moment, "Actually, it's a little different from your situation, he's not really...a deadbeat dad in a way that makes him look like an uncaring dick."
Garou had a melancholic spark in his eyes as he spoke his next words, "He's decent. Mostly."
"What happened?" Izuku asked with both intrigue and concern.
"Fucked off to the neverland of 'I feel so guilty and undeserving of love.'" Garou replied, but he held his hands up, "Mom left too, acting like she was the only one who's hurt by his departure, then, the rest is history. I lived on the streets, tried to make ends meet even though I'm barely crossing my pre-teen period, skipped schools, and..yeah." Garou's eyes deflated, "Sorry for dumping this all on you, I guess."
"No, it's fine." Izuku tightened his hold around Garou, "I got you."
"What?"
"You heard me." Izuku nodded, "I got you."
Garou looked at him for a while, before letting out a fond sigh, "Not bad kid, not bad at all.."