He shivered as he stepped out of the UJS Flood zone, feeling the icy water seep out his boots. The place wasn't a pretty site especially after they wrecked it, with pipes and metal scraps littering the, now, murky surface. He wondered how anyone could afford to warm up the vast pool that stretched before him.

His hero costume was soaked and heavy, clinging to his skin like a wet rag. The water dripped from his spiky hair like a leaky faucet, making him squint and frown. His pants were no better, sagging and chafing against his legs.

"Midoriya, we should run." Tsuyu whispered nervously into the boys' ears. They all watched their teacher, mesmerised by his movements and struggles as he danced around the villains before tossing them with his lasso like a scarf or brutally throwing them away.

Denki nodded in agreement and edged towards the entrance, hoping to put a safe distance between them and the plaza. But Midoriya was rooted to the spot, mesmerized by the scene. "Midoriya," Denki hissed in his ear, "Tsuyu is right, we need to get out of here before they spot us." He glanced nervously at the villains, who were too busy fighting and screaming to notice them. At least, for now.

Denki was worried. He shook Midoriya a little, which seemed to bring him out of his trance. He looked at him and said, "We should go."

But Midoriya turned his head back to Aizawa and frowned. "We can't leave him alone with them. There are too many for him alone," he argued with a wavering voice but a determined look in his eyes.

He felt nauseous and dizzy. He hated seeing his Sensei in such an unfair fight. But what could he do? What could any of them really do? Rush in, zap some, and become a useless idiot?

"We can look for-" Tsuyu's words were cut off as she looked back at Aizawa.

A sudden silence fell over the plaza. No more fighting sounds. No more death threats or battle cries.

Denki followed Tsuyu's gaze and his heart stopped.

Aizawa, their Sensei, was caught in a vice grip by a villain from behind that had sewered hands attached to his limb. "His- his arm is disintegrating!" Midoriya's panicked exclamation drew their attention to Aizawa's arm, which was indeed disintegrating before their very eyes. The skin had already vanished, exposing raw muscle fibers.

Aizawa regained his composure and kicked the villain away, but the sight of their mentor's arm was burned into their minds. Denki couldn't understand a word of what the blue-haired villain was saying, but it hardly mattered - his fear had paralyzed him.

Just as Denki began to calm down, the villain was approached by a shadowy, smoky figure that whispered something in his ear. Denki strained to hear, but all he could make out was an anger-filled "Kurogiri!" Suddenly, the villain turned and locked eyes with them, freezing them in place with a malevolent glare.

"They saw us," Kaminari's mind screamed. The hand-covered villain was staring right at them, and he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. His muscles felt heavy, like they were made of lead. He heard the villain say something, but couldn't make out the words. All he could do was stand there, frozen, as fear consumed him.

Suddenly, a massive footstep shook the ground, and a hulking figure emerged from the shadows. Kaminari's eyes widened in terror as he took in the giant man with an exposed brain and a bird beak.

He realized too late what the villain said. He realized too late what was about to happen. What he did realize was that the giant man wasn't behind the blue haired one anymore but in front of them.

'Move.'

He couldn't

'Move! Shove them away!'

He couldn't

'Move-'

He was moved.

Green was at the corner of his view. Something green that wasn't Tsuyu. Something that was behind him. Something that shoved both of the punches the villain was about to deliver.

"Mi-"

He saw red. Red was splashing on his face. He saw red and more red. How come it was so warm? Where did it come from? He lifted his hands, there was red there as well.

His head moved at a snail's pace up. To the spot they stood before. To the spot where they just stood. To the spot where the three of them just stood.

"Mido-"

A fist.

A fist was through Midoriya's gud.

"MIDORIYA!"

Denki Kaminari's mind was a blur. He couldn't feel his legs and the surroundings were unfamiliar. What was that stench? And why did he feel so nauseous? He couldn't breathe, he was breathing, breathing, breathing...?

"Take a deep breath, Sunny."

He trembled, feeling a sudden rush of sensation returning. Was he sweating? He couldn't see anything clearly, his vision was hazy. Was he on a bed? He tried to calm himself down, taking another deep breath. "Calm down," a voice said to his left.

He followed it, took another deep breath and then slowly moved his head towards the voice.

"Recovery girl?" he gasped. His mouth was dry and his tongue unbearably rough. "Here," the old woman said, handing him a glass of water.

He gratefully accepted the water, feeling the cool liquid moisten his mouth and throat. He handed the cup back to Recovery Girl and whispered a small "thank you."

What had happened? Why was he...

He clenched the sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white. His expression froze as he struggled to breathe. The memories flooded back, and the realization hit him hard. He remained silent, his mind consumed with fear and uncertainty.

"You're awake..." someone said to his right. He turned to see the familiar face of his classmate. A classmate who, like him, was lying in a hospital bed. His classmate was with him. The one who saw him - who saw him - who - why couldn't he cry?

He stared at Tsuyu and at the same time, not really. Why couldn't he cry? She did not look at him, she stared at the ground. She remained silent.

"Why us?" she finally whispered into the silent room. "Why did he have to come for us?"

He knew who she meant.

"Everyone else was saved by the All Might," she continued, "but ... he came." That was all she dared say. There were still small tears escaping her eyes.

He felt a lump in his throat, a tightness in his chest. He wanted to cry too. But he couldn't.

"Everyone...?" he whispered back.

Tsuyu's silence spoke volumes. He could feel the tension in the air, like a rubber band pulled taut. She didn't look at him at all, even though his gaze pierced her. She did not react in any way. It wasn't long before she turned away from him, leaving him to stare at her back and green hair.

Denki couldn't cry for the rest of the day.

I was lying! Since it's actually a pretty fun thing to write, I decided to just irregularly update this with a short chapter, not more than like 1k, per week. Hope you like it!