I didn't even get twenty feet out the door when I was stopped by members of the class, tape holding me back before I sighed and turned.
"You're not seriously thinking you're gonna stop me, are you?" I asked, smiling at them as I phased through the tape holding me in place.
"Because god forbid that we might try to put some sense in that empty head of yours." Sero shot back, but it didn't phase me.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not thinking. But I'm tired of sitting around and waiting for a clue, and I can't trust any of you."
I was calm and collected, and for once, I was actually thinking something through. If I could keep playing my game a little longer, I'd win.
"As Class President, I can not allow you to go. So if I can not stop you, I am coming with you."
Iidas words made the others stop and think, a few of them looking at him.
"Not this again. The last time you went seeking justice, you nearly died." Shinso spoke, and it made sense now why I liked Iida so much. He just like me for real.
"And Bakugou could have metal spikes shoved in his side while they burn him and beat him. But if you'd prefer to sit here and twiddle your thumbs, you can stay." I interrupted while turning away again, feeling a hand on my shoulder.
"If you're going, I'm going. Bakugou's my friend, and I'm not gonna let some stinkin' villains have their way when I can do something!" Kirishima cried, and it was checkmate.
"Yeah! Let's go kick their butts!" Hagakure agreed, more voices joining in while the power of peer pressure did it work.
Yaoyorozu still had a bandage on her head, was still in a hospital gown, and had been awake for only a few hours, but even she volunteered herself for this mission.
"Before I was injured, I created a tracker that was then attached to a Nomu. I can create another device to let us pinpoint where it went."
Oh, wow, that made all of this so much easier. I figured there'd be a ton of waiting for leads.
"God, you're amazing Momo, you know that?" I complimented, watching her blush and create the second tracker.
"It's time to go then. The more time we waste, the more time they have to torture Bakugou, or worse if he doesn't play along to their games."
We had to figure out who was going to stay here and who was going to go out because all nineteen of us would definitely draw more attention than we needed, and Momo couldn't leave right now anyway.
"Woah, let's face it, some of us aren't built for the front lines if it comes to a fight, so let's figure this out now. We need speed, so Iida. Defense, Kirishima. Raw power, Todoroki. Variability, me. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have recon, which means Koda, since the animals can help us. I think Uraraka and Hanta could work well together, too. Also, big groups are noticeable, so we'll work for six hours and rotate, deal?"
It seemed pretty fair to me, and no one argued with the logic in it. All we had to do was go be heroes.
"If there's no time go lose, then let's go." Kirishima told us, fired up and ready to find his friend.
"Yeah, let's go find him!" Uraraka cheered, almost lightening the mood before we remembered why we were going.
The tracker Momo made did its job, even if it took a lot of walking for us to get close to where the nomu were, a warehouse that looked pretty normal.
They were in tanks, floating in some weird liquid. Whatever they were, they didn't look human. It made me sick that anyone would make them, but at least they weren't as messed up as Parademons.
"I don't see Bakugou, but that's where this guy comes in handy." I whispered, plucking a flower from the ground and watching it change into a living being, slipping through the cracks of the ventilation and come out the other side, ripped to shreds by the fans inside.
"R.I.P." I mumbled, giving a moment of silence before patting Koda on the shoulder.
"Your turn, buddy. See if the animals nearby know of anything that can help us."
He gave a nod and began to whisper to the ground, bugs coming up to speak with him while I just looked away. Any man who could communicate with creepy crawlers deserved both my fear and respect.
"They say that there's no one who goes in, but people are always inside." He finally told us, right as a giant hero smashed the buildings roof down, and for a few seconds, I wondered how the hell we managed to miss her, but then again, I wondered how the heroes knew about this.
Listening in as the heroes who'd raided the warehouse spoke, we learned All Might had a team working somewhere else, probably where Bakugou was. We weren't needed. They had this in the bag. Then a voice called from the darkness, and chills were sent down our spines.
"Sorry Tiger, but I've had my eye on her quirk for quite some time now. It was just too good, I had to have it."
Whoever he was, his voice was familiar, although muffled by a creepy looking mask.
Two heroes moved to stop him, one of them holding up their hands and declaring the villain stopped.
"Ever since I was reduced to this, I haven't been able to stock up as many as before."
A hero captured him with tiny strings that looked like they came from his jean costume, pulling him forward into the light, and it seemed like it was over now.
"Tomuras only just learned to think for himself, to carve his own path forward. So, if possible, I'd like to keep anyone from interfering with that."
The fear I felt grew into something indescribable, raw and primal, like our lives were directly in danger. But now that he was out, and I could hear him more clearly, I knew his voice. It was one I never thought I'd hear again.
An explosion rang out, shielding my classmates from with vines while narrowly avoiding a quick and painful death.
"That's the number four hero for you! Best Jeanist! I was planning on blasting them all straight to hell, but you grabbed them by their clothes and threw them aside in the nick of time! Such quick decision making, such great technique, such incredible reflexes! Your strength is the product of endless training and a wealth of experience. But I don't need it. Because your quirk, it isn't one that would suit Tomura."
An awful smell overwhelmed the area, and as we peaked through the vines, we saw Bakugou and the league members who'd attacked us getting spit out of portals that looked like ink.
"Apologies, Bakugou."
That was what put me over the edge, slipping through the vines as gas and rushing towards the masked man, solidifying as willing vines to hold him in place as my fist connected with his helmet.
"You're a bastard! Twelve years! I thought you were dead, I've mourned you, prayed for you, visited your grave! But I know your voice anywhere! I've never forgotten how you sound, Father!"
Bakugou made a scoff, like he thought I was crazy, but I wasn't. I knew I wasn't.
"Your dad's dead, Deku. Even if this pile of shit somehow made you, he's not your dad!"
There was a moment when I could see a hand headed for my face, so quickly I was in the process of desolidifying before the masked man stopped it, the tips of the ashy, flaky necked man's fingers an inch from my face.
"No, Tomura. I will not allow you to harm him." He instructed, and I stuck my tongue out at the man with a hand attached to his face.
"Nah, that's your job, ain't it pop? I mean, you made me think you were dead and then ran off back to Japan to do what, run a villain club? You're not even good enough to kill a bunch of teens. What makes you think you can beat the heroes of this world? I mean, small-time guys like these are one thing, but guess what, pop? You ain't shit." I told him, and I could see the handyman getting agitated, a growl coming from his throat.
"My son. You are alive." I heard my father say, watching him kneel next to me, touching my face.
"You look so much like your mother, God rest her soul."
Now I didn't know what to do. If he wasn't lying, he thought I'd died when mom had. But what did I do with this much anger and grief?
"You can be better, dad. Turn yourself in, get some help." I mumbled, my father taking off his helmet and showing me his face, his eyes gone, skin growing over his sockets, his head more scar than skin.
My next question hurt my heart. Whatever he'd been through, he looked half dead.
"What happened to you?" What did you do?" He looked nothing like my father, more like a dying man. Maybe he was.
Before my father had the chance to speak, he was defending himself, a large fist meeting my father's.
"What's with that industrial looking mask? Are you sure you should be up and about in that stuff?" All Might, a man who was revered around the world, taunted my father. My father, the villain. The man who could stand up to All Might.
"I'm not gonna make the same mistake i did five years ago, All-For-One! I'm taking Bakugou, and this time, I'm smashing you into a jail cell! You and your little league of villains!"
All Might began to rush at him, and as much as I wanted to stop him, to talk this over, I knew I couldn't stop the symbol of peace.
My father raised his arm, his muscles expanding, and it didn't matter who he was anymore. He was the enemy.
"Sounds like there's a lot on your to-do list. You and me both."
I wasn't entirely sure what happened, but All Might and I were thrown back, my father skipping the chat and forcing the unconscious warp villain to open a gate for his league to escape, someone shouting to grab Bakugou.
Putting my hands to the ground, I willed vines to their legs, holding the villains in place long enough Bakugou could get away, aided by the others who'd managed to come up with a plan to move him away.
"Sorry, All Might, this is a family affair. I'm afraid I don't have time to play with you." My father told him, moving over and helping me up.
"You can help me, son. We can take down All Might together. You can be more than a pawn of this corrupted system."
"Young Midoriya, do not do this! You have the potential to be a great hero! Do not throw your future away!" All Might called, knowing that if he attacked, I'd be caught up in the fire.
This seemed like a bigger decision to both of them than it really was, like I was afraid of turning my back on something.
A sigh left me, long and tired. How did this become my life?
"I'm sorry, I really am. But you know what they say about blood being thicker than water and all that."
If my father could look happy, he did, his features hidden behind his mask, but his arms were raised triumphantly.
"Do you see now All Might? You can not possibly hope to win. I will enjoy defeating you with my son at my side."
As long as I did this slowly, I could make sure he did know, vines poking up from the dirt, ready to hold him in place for the final blow, right as my father growled and grabbed my face.
"Did you honestly think I didn't see that? I'm going to take your quirk and make you watch as I kill All Might."
His hand glowed for a moment, and I screamed loudly, right before I turned into gas and moved out of his grasp.
"Didn't you hear dad? The blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb. Sucks to suck!" I taunted, solidifying as vines reached up and grabbed him, punching him in the stomach before getting he punched me, loud cracks from my chest making breathing hard, blurring my vision as the pain blinded me.
All Might caught me, setting me down behind him before leaping forward, attacking my father. My father was a supervillain, and I hadn't been able to even scratch him. Some hero I was.
Between my pain and my anger, I felt a wave of determination, creating plants to help me up to my feet. He was my responsibility. I would be the one to put my father down.
Another scream erupted from me, this time echoing like a dozen of me was screaming for survival.
"I am Izuku Midoriya, defender of the green and all who dwell within! You are a threat to the green father, and I will crush you!"
Plant life began to wrap around me like some sort of grotesque suit of armor, and the pain began to recede as I walked forward.
"Young Midoriya, stay back!" All Might yelled, but I was angry and stubborn, running now as I pulled my arm back to hit my father, our fist clashing for a second before I was thrown back again the plants already growing back around my arm.
"I was chosen by a primordial force of the universe! I will not stop, not until this man is fertilizer!" I yelled, watching him look unimpressed before turning to a nearby building, preparing to bring it down with a swift motion, tendrils slicing through the cement and glass like a hot knife through butter.
I stomped my foot, vines, roots, and the nearby trees, growing, holding the building up while heroes began to evacuate.
"I will defend the green, and all who dwell within!"
While All-For-One was distracted, All Might pressed his advantage and threw a punch, knocking my father up and jumping, bringing his fist down on his back and throwing him into the ground with enough force I stumbled nearly thirty feet away.
One more stop of my foot and the building wasn't going anywhere, turning and setting my sights on the man who'd given me my name, feeling hatred for him as I moved in, my fist against his face as All Might got him from the other side.
The two of us said nothing, just moving in and out of his reach, hitting him wherever we had an opportunity, working like we'd been training together for years. I didn't have to ask or even see him to know what he was doing.
Unfortunately, even with his help, I wasn't on either of their levels, my father getting a hit on me, breaking my chest armor.
"You could have changed this world for the better. But like your mother, you are weak." He told me, lifting me up, his hand in my chest as I gasped for breaths that wouldn't reach me, throwing me to the side.
Laying there, cold and tired, feeling my life slipping, I refused to go down like this, putting my hand to the ground and having roots wrap themselves around my father's legs, slipping up his legs and arms, holding him in place as All Might hit him with a United States of Smash, the world going dark.