[Chapter 10]
"Come on… where are you…" Izuku bit his lip, looking around at the gathered crowd of people.
All around him were refugees from Musutafu City, all of them having been temporarily relocated to the nearby Kurado City. Tensions were still running high, though there was a silver lining when many of the displaced were finally reunited with their families. Many were hugging and crying in the streets, while others were desperately looking for their loved ones just like Izuku was.
The authorities began sorting out people by the first letter of their family names, and order was soon restored with them watching. Izuku caught sight of a woman's disheveled green hair, something pink and squishy atop her head—
"Mom?" Izuku gasped, already breaking into a run. "Mom!"
Inko turned, her eyes red from constant crying.
"Izuku?" she began, already tearing up into great, heaving sobs. "Izzzuuuuukkkuuuu!"
He met her in a hug, the two of them crying together. They remained that way for quite some time, relieved that the other was alright. Eventually their touching reunion was interrupted by a strange gurgle from atop Inko's head, with Izuku looking up to see Pinky gazing down on them quizzically.
"Ah!" Izuku blinked when the slime creature leapt into his arms instead. "Pinky!"
To both Midoriya's surprise the slime jumped off him and began to transform, twisting and warping into the shape of a human child. Izuku's breath hitched when he laid eyes upon the creature's unnerving form, somewhat distrubed. It wasn't human but was mimicking one, all its proportions slightly wrong and uncanny. After a moment of silence Inko extended her hand, the slime holding it obediently.
"So that's your name…" Inko's smile was a little strained. "Thank you for saving me, Pinky."
"He did?" Izuku gave him a grateful nod. "Thank you…"
"Izuku, is he your friend?"
"Sort of? Pinky here is Mikumo-chan's, um…" Izuku struggled to come up with an answer. "Pet."
Upon hearing his chosen name Pinky wobbled on the spot like a bowl of jelly. Inko looked startled at the apparent revelation that her savior was some sort of Quirked animal but quickly accepted it, reasoning it was why he didn't speak at all despite her constant stream of questions when they first met.
Together the trio of mother, child and Quirk made their way into their new home. With the severe damage inflicted on Musutafu City all but crippling its infrastructure, the government decided to build temporary housing for the displaced refugees. With Cementoss' help the work was completed in mere hours, though everyone had to admit the architecture was rather soulless and brutalist. An eyesore on Kurado City, as some would say. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and Izuku was glad they at least had a roof over their heads.
"Here we are!" Inko set her things down, Izuku following close behind. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing."
Izuku nodded silently, observing their new apartment. Both the walls and floors were cold concrete, but they'd make do. Guilt burned in his heart at how the citizens of Musutafu would now be living like this. Because of his incompetence, they'd all lost their homes…
"Sorry I couldn't save your All Might action figures." Inko shook her head sadly, reaching into one of her bags and pulling out a damaged All Might figurine. "I was trying to save as much as I could, so I could only grab one."
She passed it over to Izuku, who merely gave it a passing glance. A large crack was running down the middle of All Might's face, scarring his pristine smile and splitting it in half. Putting the figure aside he wrapped his mother in another warm hug, trembling. He wouldn't let the tears come up, holding them back with small sniffles.
"I'm just glad you're okay, mom." Izuku mumbled.
"Sweetheart?" Inko noticed something was wrong almost immediately.
She pulled back and took a good look at him, noticing the downcast eyes, the shame in his gaze. Izuku's lips trembled uncontrollably when she cupped his face, worried.
"Izuku? What's wrong?" Inko stilled for a moment, tensing. "Was Mikumo-chan…"
"No. She's fine, mom. I just…" Izuku said, hanging his head.
How would he even begin to tell her what happened? Of his failure to look out for the people he cared about, for his city? His friend had been hurting, and he was too incompetent to even see it. Deep down, he was no better than those who called themselves heroes. It was too late when Izuku felt a tear running down his cheek, and it took everything in him not to burst into tears.
"It's okay, honey." Inko mumbled, holding him tight. "It's going to be alright…"
No it's not. Things were never going to be alright ever again.
Izuku tried to say something, but the words refused to come out. He ended up hugging her back again, the roiling shame continuing to strike at his heart like waves crashing against rocks.
Behind them Pink quietly watched the exchange, his eyes glowing in the dim light.
The shame ebbed and flowed, beginning to recede.
[x]
Izuku knew what he had to do, visiting the hospital the very next day.
It took some time sorting through the many shock victims, but Izuku eventually found what he was looking for. The room was completely unguarded, holding a comatose boy on a hospital bed hooked to a ventilator.
Matsuda Kenji, AKA Mustard.
Izuku pulled up a chair and sat down beside him, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His hands trembled, causing the boy to hold them together. Mustard was akin to a human hydrogen bomb just waiting to go off, and she was right there in front of him. Defenseless.
No. Izuku shook his head. This wasn't Mustard, who'd unleashed a raging firestorm upon Musutafu City. This was Matsuda Kenji, his friend who'd been abused.
And Izuku just let it happen like a goddamn idiot.
There were so many things he wanted to say, but the words seemed to turn to mush in his mouth. Izuku struggled to even think of what he could do, barely holding back the overwhelming tide of guilt from crushing him entirely. Pinky snaked out of his backpack and rested on his lap, distracting him from the awful sight of Matsuda's unresponsive form. Admittedly, he did feel a little better after that.
"Hi, Matsuda-kun…" Izuku began shakily. "It's me again. Midoriya Izuku. I don't know if you can hear me."
The other boy said nothing, still as a statue. When Izuku asked the doctors they told him that his friend was catatonic from shock, unable to respond to even the most basic of stimuli. Whatever it was, Mustard was now sealed away within him. Izuku didn't know what to do, a wild torrent of emotion surging through him.
"My home is gone. Musutafu City is… it's horrible. How could you? How could I—"
The quiet beeping of the ECG and Matsuda's soft breathing was the only sound in the room until Izuku started sniffling. Pinky looked up when he felt droplets hitting the top of his head, Izuku shaking as he began to sob silently. The boy buried his face in his hands, trying to hold back the tears but the dam broke and he began to cry.
"I'm sorry…" Izuku sobbed, curling in on himself. "I'm so, so sorry…"
He felt pathetic, unable to help his friend. He should have paid more attention, said something, anything. If he had, maybe none of this would have happened. The blood of over 5000 people was on his hands, on Miracle's hands.
It was all her fault.
Pinky let out a little gurgle and placed a pseudopod on Izuku's head, making him feel somewhat better. It took a moment for him to realize it wasn't just that. The grief and sadness seemed to drain away like water down a drain, Izuku quickly recoiling from the slime's touch.
"W-what are you doing?"
Pinky waved a tentacle at himself, then at Izuku's forehead. The boy struggled to understand, confusion etched across his face until the nearby TV on the wall distracted him.
"—Magical Girl Mustard's whereabouts are still unknown. Hard to think that the catfight of the century would have such an inconclusive ending, eh folks? Who knows, it might have been over a boy—"
Shut up.
Burning anger lanced through Izuku's core. How could they even joke about this?
The Pink Slime on Izuku's lap gently tapped his forehead with a tentacle and the anger ebbed away. Izuku frowned, remembering what happened when they first met. Pinky could connect to others by touching them…
"You can absorb emotions? Is that what you're doing?" Izuku asked, confused.
Pinky shook, then stretched his body to form a massive gaping maw before closing it. He repeated the process a few times, trying to tell Izuku something.
"You breathe them in?" Izuku pondered, right before his eyes widened in realization. "No. You eat emotions."
The slime nodded and Izuku stood in shock, causing the creature to leap off his lap and onto the hospital bed.
"Wait a minute. All this time… Is that what you guys have been doing?" Izuku gasped, the new information shocking him to the core.
Izuku's brain worked on overdrive, the world slowing down before him. This was the missing link. Quirks fed on emotions, which was why they sought to terrorize without actually killing anyone. All those shock-and-awe displays, the wanton destruction while behaving like monsters from a Saturday morning cartoon… It was all to create a spectacle. To get the most amount of attention possible, which in turn generated an emotional reaction from anyone watching. Earth must have been a rich feeding ground compared to their native dimension, reality, or wherever the Quirks came from. It all made sense now! It also explained why people's Quirks seemed to get stronger when under high emotional stress.
"B-but why didn't you just tell me, Pinky?" Izuku frowned.
The slime said nothing but extended a wiggling tentacle. After a moment of hesitation Izuku touched it to his forehead, waiting for the creature to speak again. This time however a grinding pressure pressed against his skull when a thunderous, booming voice echoed within his thoughts, with Izuku barely able to interpret what Pinky was trying to say.
Head talk hurt you.
"Ow…" Izuku winced and pulled the tentacle away, blinking stars out of his eyes. "Okay, I get it. The first time you did that it sounded like thunder going off in my ear. Is there a way to talk without hurting?"
Pinky nodded, bouncing a little. Izuku took a deep breath and put the tentacle on his forehead again, trying again.
Use Quirk Speak.
Izuku pulled away, confused. "Quirk Speak?"
Multiple holes opened up along Pinky's body and the creature blew, creating a strange whistling noise. He wasn't speaking, not truly. But he was making sounds, and when that sound reached Izuku's ears he could vaguely… feel… What Pinky was feeling.
Of course! Izuku bopped a fist into his open palm, understanding after a few seconds of analyzing the strange behavior. Quirks were all about emotions. Somehow, they also used it to communicate. All the times Izuku had nearly managed to 'speak' with a Quirk was when he was emotionally charged. Still, the new method of communication was startlingly rudimentary, almost primitive.
At least now he knew the basics of talking to Quirks. Not only that, he now had an inkling of what their goals were. A truth of the world was revealed, and Izuku closed his fists in determination. Turning to the unconscious Matsuda, he gripped the other boy's hand tight and made a promise.
"I'll come back for you, Matsuda-kun." Izuku whispered. "Just you wait. I'm gonna get to the bottom of all this, and everything will be alright again."
Izuku held his head up high, filled with a newfound sense of purpose. He alone knew what was truly going on. It was his responsibility, his duty to stop the Angels now. Glancing at his phone, he finally found the courage to open up the Qwoter app and look at the newsfeed. Searching his hero name revealed that despite the massacre many still supported Miracle, seeing her as the only reason Musutafu City was still standing.
There were videos of Miracle valiantly defending the city from Mustard, protecting people wherever she could. The majority of the public was now on her side instead of blaming her for the destruction, though Izuku did suppose there was a bit of bias. He wouldn't have gotten off that easy if Miracle wasn't a cute girl.
People still believed in her. News of a new Angel appearance was spreading like wildfire, blurry images showing what looked like a great, vaguely triangular shape soaring in the skies above Hokkaido and the Sea of Japan. Something flat and thin with a tapered profile, contrails marking its flight path. A black spindle against the blue-white sky. A Needle Angel.
Netizens were now using a new dedicated hashtag for Miracle, both to tell their stories and signal her for help. Izuku nearly teared up when he read it and the posts it was attached to, hundreds of people describing how she saved them during Mustard's rampage.
#WeNeedAMiracle
Izuku steeled himself, sniffing. There were people out there that needed his help. Just before he left he adjusted Matsuda's blanket, making sure that the other boy wouldn't get too cold.
It was the least he could do.
[x]
Izuku soared high above the sea in her Magical Girl form, scanning the turbulent waters.
It'd been two hours since she began her search, only to find no sign of the elusive new Angel. Video footage posted on the internet showed it frequenting both the seas and skies near Hokkaido, right along the coastline where Izuku was flying. The girl frowned, squinting her eyes and trying to see if she'd missed anything.
"You see anything, Pinky?"
The slime perched atop her head let out a gurgle in response. A no, then. She'd brought him along to play the part of negotiator, hoping that he'd somehow help with communicating with the other Angel. There was no harm in trying… that is, if they could actually find the damn thing.
Izuku groaned. She'd been searching for hours, and there was still nothing. Patrolling the coastline earlier didn't lead to any clues either, though she did wave hello to a few starstruck beach-goers.
The Magical Girl instead took a break for the moment, working on practicing what Pinky called 'Quirkspeak'. It was oddly intuitive to her enhanced body, and Izuku soon got the hang of it. The concept was simple; all she had to do was broadcast her thoughts outward with a powerful emotional pulse, and the recipient would be able to interpret her intentions. It was comparable to radio waves, with the wavelength being replaced by the emotion spectrum.
"Let's try this again, I think I'm getting the hang of it." Izuku huffed. "Ahem! [Can you hear me]?"
Pinky bobbed about in front of her face and let out a little warble of confirmation.
"[Okay. How are you feeling?]"
Pinky bored.
"[You're telling me. Hmm…]" It was a little better, and didn't hurt that much anymore. Izuku thought for a moment and decided to try something. "[Do-re-mi, do-re-mi~ Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti~ dooooe~.]"
The creature looked at her, confused. It could sense that she was trying to cheer herself up, but not sure of the odd sounds that were coming out from her mouth.
"[It's a really old song.]" Izuku told him, marveling at how sweet her voice sounded. "[Doe, a deer, a female deer~ Ray, a drop of golden sun~]"
Pinky wobbled, hopping from side to side like an excited dog. Izuku smiled, twirling around with him in an aerial dance.
"[Me, a name I call myself~]" Izuku sang, giggling. "[Far, a long, long way to run~]"
Sew, a needle pulling thread~
The Magical Girl froze, her hair standing on an end at the voice of a little girl blaring into her head like a bomb going off. That… wasn't Pinky. She'd spent enough time with him to recognize his broadcast signature, and this new one was so very different. The emotional pulse hit her like an arrow, carrying a message of curiosity and playfulness. There was a pull in her head, causing her to jolt in surprise.
The Needle Angel was here.
Another pull. Izuku winced and looked about, tensing when something moved out of the corner of her vision. The creature was stalking her like a shark, hiding beneath the clouds like they were waves. She only knew it was there from the way the clouds distorted from its speed, leaving gaping holes or whirling ripples. It could somehow move without making a sound, an eerie silence falling across the area. Trailing behind it were the echoing notes of the song she was singing earlier, the creature mimicking her tune and finishing the rest of the song through its broadcast. It was toying with her.
La, a note to follow sew~ Tea, a drink with jam and bread~
Izuku clenched her teeth, fists coming up in a guard stance. Pinky positioned himself atop her head and faced backwards, the two of them circling around slowly against the unseen threat. How did it know the rest of the song, a human song? It's voice was that of a child, taunting and playful.
And it all comes back to doe!
Above—
A bellowing roar echoed in the skies, drowning out her thoughts. Now that the sun had set the Angel was perfectly camouflaged against the night sky, Izuku feeling it zoom past but unable to see it. The resulting sonic boom hurled her backwards, stunning her for a second. She wasted no time and gave pursuit, trailing after the high-pitched, screaming sound it made. Pinky reached out with a tendril and tapped on Izuku's forehead, feeding the Needle Angel's declaration directly to her brain in a momentary flash of white-hot disorientation.
Challenge me. It demanded.
Izuku pursed her lips. It wanted a… race? Whatever. She went along with the flow, chasing after the great black shape. It was howling, rumbling, and for a moment Izuku thought that was its voice until she barely caught sight of its 'tail'. Six silver tubes stuck out atop its back, plumes of glowing blue exhaust propelling the creature forward.
Miracle was catching up to it when there was a sudden boom of thunder, the Angel breaking the sound barrier with ease. She followed suit, only to watch in shock and amazement as it began outspeeding her by leagues. The creature was flat and tapered to a needle-sharp point, its perfectly aerodynamic body boasting a single red eye that could dart all about its surface like a pinball.
The two of them were streaks of black and green, the waves beneath them parting in their wake. Izuku chased the Angel even as it continued to speed right past Japan's borders, entering international waters. Rippling cones of vapor formed around their bodies, massive rooster-tails of seawater billowing upwards.
Up above the stars turned to long belts of light, night turning to day as both Izuku and the Angel ventured into a different continent. The Magical Girl was vaguely aware of the wide, open plains beneath them framed by snow-capped mountains, spotting herds of wild horses galloping below. They raced past the animals with an earsplitting boom, startling some who reared up with frightened yelps.
Izuku was going as fast as she could, but the Angel always seemed to be a few paces ahead. Around them the lush plains turned to sweltering desert, rolling dunes of sand dotting the landscape. A convoy of men with camels pointed up at the pair, but vanished soon after as Izuku and the Angel sped past. The wind was howling, centrifugal force pulling both Izuku and the Needle Angel outward when they made a tight turn to avoid flying right into a sandstorm. They flew through canyons and valleys, soaring past mountains and lakes. Throughout it all the otherworldly creature always kept the lead, boasting its power for all to see. The Needle Angel was a flying engine, staying in the air from its sheer speed alone.
The two of them proceeded to race across continents and seas. It was an exhilarating experience, and for the first time the Magical Girl felt she was truly challenged.
Izuku grit her teeth and pushed, forcing herself forward. The Angel responded in kind, the two of them gradually increasing their speed bit by bit until they were about to go hypersonic. Mach 5. The wind tore at them like a thousand spinning knives both but neither refused to give in, either out of stubbornness or in the Angel's case; pure spite. Izuku could feel what it was feeling, the creature broadcasting its emotions like a wave. Brilliant, radiating pride, mixed with burning envy and suffocating frustration. Somehow, Izuku got the feeling that it hated to lose. Pinky held on for dear life within Izuku's yellow backpack, the straps shaking uncontrollably and threatening to snap. The Needle Angel let out a shriek of annoyance when Izuku caught up, pushing itself even further beyond its original limits.
Gotta
Go
FAST
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Mach 6. Izuku snarled from the sharp stab of pain in her head and tried matching it, but the Angel was much too fast. Speed was the name of the game, and the Angel was clearly built for it with that tapered, aerodynamic body. Izuku immediately braked and began to slow when her backpack caught fire from the air friction, losing the race.
"A-ah! Pinky, are you alright?" Izuku panicked, quickly patting away the flames and scooping out her slimy friend into a worried hug.
Thankfully Pinky seemed to be completely unharmed, though a little shaken. Izuku doubted the poor thing had gone that fast in his life, nor would he want to ever again. Behind her the Needle Angel laughed, having finally slowed to a stop once it realized it won.
Ha Ha Ha. You lose.
"Oww…" Izuku winced when the unfiltered psychic declaration jabbed directly into her brain. "Could you tone it down?"
The Needle Angel was gloating at its victory, satisfied. Now that Izuku could actually get a good look she was awed at how alien it seemed. It was an ever shifting triangle of vantablack scales, now hovering in place and studying her with childlike interest. Izuku gently placed Pinky on her head, urging him to enact a plan they'd agreed on earlier.
"Okay, Pinky. Do your thing!"
Pinky wobbled and sent a pulse outward, gesturing excitedly with his tentacles. The Needle Angel responded in kind, spreading its wings outward to form the shape of an inverted triangle. It began making chopping motions with its wings, looking somewhat comical now that it wasn't being an unstoppable speed demon.
"Ask him." Izuku urged. "Ask him how he got here."
The same question was posed to Pinky when Izuku first got him, but even he didn't know the answer. She hoped this new Angel would shed some light on the breach in reality, and her efforts were rewarded when it drew closer.
A spindly arm made of jet-black bone protruded from the center of the creature's chest, offering her its hand. Izuku took it after a bit of hesitation—
—and she began to see.
She saw the world around her dyed with a rainbow hue, swirling colors racing past them in a multicolored aurora. The girl gasped as a tidal wave of orange crashed down on her, only to find herself unharmed. Behind her Pinky and the Needle Angel were absorbing parts of the wave while it ebbed and flowed around them, almost like they were filter-feeding.
"These are… emotions?" Izuku whispered, watching a current of blue coil around her finger. "Oh wow…"
An infinite rainbow aurora rushed past her, countless shades of color radiating from below. Upon closer inspection Izuku saw that the colors flowed from cities—from humans. Their emotions escaped into the atmosphere like a gas, and when Izuku flew up higher she realized the aurora encircled the entire planet itself. A bubble of churning emotions. A sphere of human thought.
A firmament.
Her heart was hammering, pounding away within her chest. So much power. Izuku knew if she just… let go, and opened herself to it, she could feast. But somehow, she got the feeling that she would no longer be human if she did that. Instead she calmed herself, looking back at Pinky and the other Angel who followed her into the stratosphere.
"So this is how you see the world." Izuku whispered. "Thank you for granting me your sight."
The Needle Angel rumbled, pleased. To Izuku's shock it began fading away, having expended all its energy in the race earlier and the granting of its gift. Izuku held the creature's hand and stayed until it fully disintegrated, thinking on what it showed her. One final image was broadcasted into Izuku's thoughts as a picture, thoughts made tangible by the Angel's unique method of communication.
In it, the Angel painted a tapestry, a prophecy of great darkness. A cataclysm. Izuku saw the silhouettes of two dragons fighting, lines of blood connecting the beasts. They were brothers, with one dragon having countless heads with gleaming teeth, while the other had nine, shining tails. Both were wounded, battered… and from the shadows something new approached, diving down at the weakened dragons. An abomination. They'd spent so long fighting each other that they were caught by surprise, powerful roars turning to shrill, pitiful squeals. The new adversary screamed with the voice of a thousand tortured children, smothering the world entirely with the stench of burning flesh. The voice invoked a series of terrible, flashing images; fat, wriggling maggots crawling within filth, razors carving crimson lines into flesh, skin flaying back until it began to tear in long, twitching ribbons of pink and white.
Izuku screamed, frightened at the vision. It screamed right back, psychic fingers clawing across the surface of her mind and sinking into the soft gray matter. The vision refused to stop, as if it was an entity of its own. The Magical Girl was forced to watch Earth burn, her blue beautiful planet turning an ugly red, all of humanity shrieking out in simultaneous agony while a pair of burning, hateful golden eyes with slitted pupils watched from above, rage and frenzy made manifest—
Then it was over, just as soon as it began. Izuku retched, tears rolling down her cheeks at the horror of what she witnessed. She wanted to curl up into a little ball and weep, to cry and run away, but the part that was Midoriya Izuku refused to submit. He was a rock that she centered herself upon, a solid foundation on which the tower known as Miracle was built.
"W-why… why did you show me that?" Izuku choked, breathing heavily.
The Needle Angel made no response, and Izuku could only watch as it turned into multicolored particles, rising to be swept into the wave of color above them. Izuku's thought about the color and watched it rise from the Earth's surface like a stream, which joined others to form a river, then a lake.
Somewhere beyond that was a sea, and Izuku was sure it was the place Quirks called home. The emerald-haired girl took a few minutes to gather her bearings, but couldn't stop trembling from the terrible vision. She couldn't understand, not yet.
"T-the breach that Toga-san mentioned… it's all around us." Izuku said, shaken. "These waters that you Quirks swim in. All you had to do was jump to breach the surface."
Magical Girl Miracle straightened, swallowing all her pain and fear. There would be time for that later. The world needed her now .
"We have to find the lab." Izuku declared. "An answer to what happened, and how this body came to be. Pinky?"
A small murmur echoed and the slime fixed himself upon her shoulder, ready for a new adventure. Izuku let her glitter swirl around her, relishing the power running through her body. It reassured her, and though Transform's influence was always at the back of her mind Izuku knew she was in control.
"Let's go." she whispered.
The pair of Magical Girl and Quirk raced off into the horizon, in search of answers.
[x]
Matsuda Kenji curled into a ball, knees brought to his chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, hands clamped over his ears.
The white void within his head was infinite, endless. So was Toga Himiko's fury.
She raged, howled and screamed behind him, constantly changing between her original form, Matsuda's female form, and Mustard herself. She was all of them and none of them, a paradox that shouldn't have been allowed to exist. Here she was imprisoned in the depths of his mind, unable to free herself from the mental prison that encompassed them both.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Kenji whispered, rocking back and forth. "I didn't do it. I want to go home…"
"Kenji, you're a pathetic excuse for a human being. Has anyone ever told you that?" Toga spat, pacing around for what seemed like the millionth time. "I'm sick and tired of hearing your 'I didn't do it' and 'sorries'. You're me! You understand that, don't you?! You are me."
"B-but I wouldn't hurt people. I wouldn't kill people." Kenji sniffed. Toga's voice was crystal clear no matter how much he covered his ears. "That was you who did that, not me…"
"Boo fuckin' hoo. Oh yeah, Matsuda Kenji wouldn't kill anyone, because he's a stinking, cowardly fucking loser with no goddamn guts!" Toga roared, curling her hands into claws and wringing them in front of him. "Spineless wimp! Snotty little virgin."
Though Toga couldn't hurt him, she sure as hell could torment him mentally. The vestige spat on the ground near his feet before stomping away like a petulant child, muttering vile curses under her breath. Kenji whimpered, resigning himself to his fate.
"...and now, I'm trapped in the head of some puny midget, in a goddamn hospital of all places! Because of you!" Toga snarled, her previous form sloughing off her like rotten flesh off a bone. "Because of that little bitch Miracle! When I get out of here… oooooh, when I get out of here…"
She turned to face Matsuda once more, slitted, golden eyes burning with pure hatred.
"I'll make her wish she could die."
[Chapter 10 End]
Thank you for reading!
Next chapter will feature Aizawa and Stain as the two male 'role models' that Izuku desperately needed but never got.
There are two Togas, just like how there are two All Mights (vestige and actual) in canon.
Been trying something new with the formatting.
Edit 29/04/2023: Extended the race scene to make it more of a reference to the infamous Superman and Flash race.