Hey guys, another update. I just want you guys to know thank you for the likes, favorites, and comments. I appreciate it all. :)
Hope you guys enjoy this too. :)
Also, a quick rant; anybody from the readers knows the "Reckoner series" by Brandon Sanderson? I haven't read the last two books (until now..haha) but I love Steelheart.
Looking back at it and watching BNHA, it makes me think that the Reckoner series is like BNHA, but a darker version of it. A world wherein those with "quirks" never used their powers for good and creating the type of environment seen in Steelheart. A world of anarchy and full of fear for those without powers.
It doesn't help that the MC is observant like Izuku too. At least from what I remember. It's been long since I read the book. :p
A Reckoner AU for BNHA? :p
And Disney's movie Skyhigh too. I feel it could mesh well with the series too, like it's one of the most famous Hero School of America. With the Mr. and Mrs. Stronghold as the top hero of the country. The girl villain a part of a larger international villain syndicate of some sort. And BNHA and Skyhigh gang meets somehow, somewhere in the story.
But that's just my opinion and rambling. haha
Anyways, on with the story.
09/08/19: Edited it.
Pain. That was what he felt as he laid on the stairs a groaning mess and the battle was forgotten. His body cried in protest, but he didn't let that stop him get up as loud thundering footsteps approached.
Shaking and aching hands supported his slowly righting body. Izuku could only ignore the pain for so long before his body gives up but it was not this time! This time was the time to stand, to fight and to keep him going.
Eyes fall on the threat as slowly he pulled himself back from the monster that easily blew them away. The dark blue villain head tilted downwards and back facing the light, the shadow shrouding his face and form together with its blank eyes froze him. His instinct screamed at him to get the fucking out but he cannot even breathe!
The realization of the futility of his action didn't hit him until it stood above him as its skin then shined glittering silver as more light reflected from its hardened skin. Its hand slowly raised once more.
Izuku screamed in defiance as the villain dropped his fist. He too met its fist with his open hand and cried as the agony slowly flowed and doubled on his arm. He bares it all. Baer every scrap and pieces of anguish as dark red and black swallowed the monster and he held it long as he could before releasing his hold on it.
Only when he felt safe did he roll left and let himself, for however short, follow what his body ordered.
"-man. Are -ou o-ay?" a blurry voice person's face was covered in shadows asked. "…. okay?" he felt himself shake involuntarily.
What… what's going…
Izuku with some coherent thought had to warn the man away from USJ; "Run… villain… attack… Call for -lp"
His vision dimmed once more.
"-ya!"
"Mi…riya..."
"Midori!"
The loud wind blew and drowned all the other voices.
Thundering blasts echoed.
Bleary eyes slowly opened as pink was the first he saw. The person's relief was evident. "You worried us there for a second Midori. Ar-"
Izuku leaned forward to hear what was said. "Are you bleeding?!" The pink-skinned girl's scream was lost among the mess of the rumbling winds that kept threatening to send them flying.
Squinting to see better, Ashido's familiar back and yellow eyes met his. "Mina?"
"Pull him up! We gotta go before things get worse!" Someone said. Truthfully, Izuku didn't care at the moment as all he cared at this moment was wincing and crying from the returning throb of pain everywhere.
A growl followed. "Fucktard, Deku's arm is busted! You wanna make it worse?!"
"Stop it both of you," a sharp feminine voice cut the chatter. "In any case, lift him slowly. We don't want to make his pain worse." Slowly, he was raised and his winced more as his right arm flared. He nearly lost his footing as intense winds hit him. Ahead, on the fountain, three figures fought.
"We'll go ahead," someone said neutrally. "Kirishima's wound may worsen if not properly treated soon!"
The teen waited for his vision to really clear and he was shocked, surprised, at the scene as he just comprehended it now. "All Might?" he groaned and squinting his eyes to see better. "What about the other teachers?"
His two classmates turned as he and the other 1-A students went up the stairs. Even from their distance, the punches were so powerful fierce winds and soundwaves hit them. Some of them screamed from its force.
"Focus, Midoriya-kun," Iida stated. "We need to get out. Do not worry about the others. They are safe and protected by Cementoss-sensei."
"The other heroes will be here in ten minutes," Kaminari said amidst the chaos. The hitch and hesitation in his voice very much clear. Looking around, Izuku's classmate was feeling the same as they hurried towards their safety.
Even so, Izuku couldn't help but get worried. Especially for All Might who are fighting two of those villains which took everything of Vlad King, Cementoss, Midnight, and Present Mic to keep at bay. The two monsters are a league of their own.
Shigaraki Tomura scratched his neck grinning madly behind the attached hand on his face. His plan was perfect! Perfect! Even sensei praised him so! The young man chuckled even as winds threatened to blow him away. Gather many villains as he can, infiltrate UA for All Might's schedule, and separate the student and let the minions handle them. Let All Might worry for his students. Distract and attack. It was perfect! Nearly perfect, he growled.
Noumu one and two were the most powerful arsenal of the first batch! With Noumu one's regeneration, shock nullifier, strength amongst its primary quirks All Might was no match! The hero was even more so out of his league with Noumu two! With Silver hardening quirk, super speed, super strength, and hardened bones as quirks the number one hero will die by his hands!
Both of them had buffs capable of withstanding the final boss. And with the two of them as a team, their levels would be enough to overwhelm All Might! Tomura cackled in glee at the thought of seeing the bloody form of All Might but all of it ended with one mishap.
It shocked Tomura shock when Kurogiri reported the student's disappearance. He was about to lose it earlier too when the unexpected golden egg appeared in the midst of the hero course brats. Who would've thought that UA has gotten their hand on a Warp user. He even did not anticipate their return and expecting a quirk like sensei's liquid-like warp quirk not a Kurogiri-type quirk.
He laughed when the fucking warp user even brought them more heroes to crush as if Eraserhead and Thirteen wasn't enough! They had to offer Present Mic, Midnight, Cementoss, and Vlad King. The tastiest treat was the principal of the damned school. Too bad they got away when All Might arrived. Well, it was a joy in seeing Midnight fly into a tree.
It was a shame they only returned with the weak hero as Power Loader. Noumu two would've love to smash other heroes, especially that arrogant Endeavor's face to pieces. Oh well, he'll get his chance later.
Still, Sensei would be most pleased by this since he'd been searching for good quirks. Whoever the warp kid was, Tomura knew its usefulness would make his League of Villain's escape easier with two warp users. He would find the damned kid, force him to join them one or die. A teleportation mage was not easy to find after all, if he deprives the hero of it, the better.
Noumu number two punched All Might and sending him skidding back. That one attack most likely drained a lot of the hero's health.
His two Noumus' traded blows with the clearly angry Number one hero. Noumu two activated his hardened skin and attacked the said hero from behind. The blond hero kicked the silver creature.
"Yeah!" Screeched Present Mic.
Black mist immediately covered him as his attention shifted to the annoying voice hero's vocal screech-like attack. The attack lasted for so long, but it didn't affect him so much.
The sound shifted somewhere, probably where the hero was.
Kurogiri let go of his cover as Tomura and his ally faced off with Vlad and Mic. Eyes shifting left, Cementoss was back and covering the hero's back from the Noumu with his earth-like ability.
"Back for more," he muttered in excited and grinned in anticipation. He'd enjoy destroying Eraserhead's arms, he'd even enjoy more the thought of decaying Mic's throat. The light blue-haired young man knew how strong the Noumu's were and knowing All Might's weakened condition as stated by Sensei. It'd take care of him and that annoying Cementoss in no time. Maybe in the meantime, he could enjoy himself too. Gauge where his level was at.
Kurogriri encircled him and in defense of the voice hero's attack who then spread out towards the bloody quirked hero. Tomura ran for the other hero since he uses his voice in long-range attacks like a mage or rogue. In order for Tomura to take out his enemy's HP, he would have to get in close and personal.
Sensei did not train him personally for nothing.
He first reached out open-handed to the hero who deftly deflected his attack. Not even touching his hands, only wrist, followed by a knee which he has his hands ready. What happened next was fast as Present Mic's other feet kicked him. The kick sent him flying and rolling a few times, but Tomura then found balanced in a span of seconds as he flipped back many times and skidding by a few meters.
"Heroes," Tomura said to himself feeling the excitement bubble in his chest. "This is how heroes fight, heh heh heh. I can see why our minions lost." He can see why heroes have lasted this long. Their skills were nothing to laugh at. Normal heroes were a cut above the normal villains.
"I know your quirk villain," he said as he then changed stance. Despite the hero's lightheartedness in as often seen in television, Present Mic did not have it for he was all serious. "You destroy everything you touch."
Eraserhead must've told him. He kept his gaze at his enemy and quickly to his surroundings. On his far left, the boss battle still continued, and no side seemed to be winning but if his master's words were correct, which he always was, then a little more push and their level 99 pawn would crush him!
On his right, Kurogiri, even as a support type, handled the red-clad hero well and deflecting his punches and protecting his only weak spot.
"I'll tell you this now," the hero lowered his head. His sunglasses glinted darkly in the natural dim setting of the place. "You won't harm any of our young listeners or our comrades."
Tomura sneered and feeling his anger rose at the obvious boasting of the hero. He wanted to say something but instead, he cackled realizing how wrong he was! So wrong! Weren't heroes supposed to be right and correct all the time? "Like how Eraserhead, Thirteen, and Midnight wasn't harmed, eh hero?"
As if that wasn't enough, he beamed at the blond hero he faced. "Even your brats was hit too. Too bad the Noumu can't kill those three."
Not an ounce of emotion got out of Present Mic. Not even a status condition that would tip this battle to his win. After all, he knows how double-sided anger was. A boost in strength but could potentially kill you with the loss of focus.
His body tensed. The time for talk is over and he ran forward and rolled left. The young man quickly got up and dashed to the hero who stopped his MP attack. Tomura struck but each attack was deflected easily, and every counterattack Present Mic did hurt. The skinny looking support mage was this strong?!
He growled at his punches, kicks, and defenses falling short against his fight. Damn it! Is the level gap between us that big?
Was his level enough?
Tomura covered his ears when Present Mic screamed, and he felt himself being lifted and blown off. The young man grunted when he hit something hard. He growled angrily. He may be losing but this battle, but he'll win the game in the end!
"Kurogiri," he called. Immediately his misty ally vanished and returned to his side.
Their two groups, on each side and very much tense as the boss battle raged on, faced each other. "Shigaraki, we cannot defeat them. I advise against fighting them head-on."
The young man clicked his tongue. "Damn it," he muttered whilst he took a deep breath. "Noumu two! Attack Present Mic and Vlad King!"
"Tch," he scoffed rolling his shoulders and feeling it. Mic's attack was stronger than he thought for his shoulders and back gave a throbbing agony that refuses to ebb. It sucks he can't kill him personally.
A clapping thunder made him whip his head to the left to where the source was. "Smash!" The winds grew stronger as he crossed his arms. All Might's punches were not stopping anytime soon. "Cementoss block it!" The number one hero roared. "Plus Ultra!" His words broke the chaos of the winds.
The single loudest thundering sound reverberated as Noumu one was sent flying back and followed by Cementoss creating a thick block.
"Kurogiri!"
His ally didn't waste any time and got them out appearing in the water stage behind All Might. The dust that settled after that attack was great that it covered half the battlefield.
Thud.
Thud.
Something hitting a very hard object as another set of dust was created. What was happening, Tomura wondered. Was his Noumu's winning? He knew that number one wouldn't be put out of commission that easily.
Thud.
Thud.
Bumps. Clangs. Thumps. With each hit that echo, winds were created blowing the dust. A large block of crack covered cement now stood on the large part of the USJ from the center to the dome and could he only stare at it in silence. The huge object was cracked all over. That was what surprised him. No. He doesn't care about that! He cared about what was deeply embedded in it.
There, a large crack and hole cratered the damn thing. Deep inside that block, the young man knew was his Noumu's. How…?
The large block slowly covered and healed from the cracks, trapping his minions in it.
Disbelief hit Tomura harder than Present Mic's attack. His shock turned to anger. "What!? How is that possible!" he screamed. The young man screamed to the heavens, to himself, and to the world of the unfairness of it all!
They were supposed to win! He was prepared! He planned it all down to the simple details! He had everything figured out! How?! How! How! How the fuck! Tomura growled fist clenched tightly. Those who have quests always win! Damn it all!
From his distance, All Might on the fore of the dust turned. All around the dust still settled gradually. Out of the smoke, the three heroes came out standing tall and proud. Midnight and Cementoss was haggard and hunched, but still they stood.
They are mocking me! Just because their level is higher than ours doesn't mean they can look down on me! It's impossible for two level 99 to lose against a final boss!
What annoyed him the most was the ever-present smile of All Might still present as if he disregarded everything that happened before. He was bloody and injured all over but still, he remained strong.
"Calm down Shigaraki Tomura."
Calm?! I am calm! Gnashing his teeth in frustration. He wanted to do something. Anything! To wipe that smug smile of All Might. He didn't respond to the words of the dark misty man. "Kurogiri, Sensei said he was weak. Why is he not dead yet." His hands itched to scratch his neck but he may need it for something else, like destroying Mic's throat.
When no response came from his fellow villain, Tomura glared at him. "Our two level 99 was supposed to clear him for good!" nails raking his neck, the young man growled. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out.
"You," the edge of All Might's voice was clearly evident even the distance between them. "How dare you harm the students and my comrades just to get to me. You said you wanted to clear me." The hero raised his fist and pointed it at him making Tomura angrier then. "Then, here I am villain!"
"Shigaraki Tomura, it would be best if we retreat for now."
"You win this time, All Might," behind the hand covering his face, Tomura glared strongly the heroes. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! He wanted to destroy something. Anything!
He planned this so hard and his efforts were wasted! Just because of the mishap of not knowing a warp user among the students! If he ever knew the identity of the warp mage then he would be the first to go! He. Would. Die.
By my hands, if need be. His ashes would be spread across the world.
Tomura slowly retreated and Kurogiri encircled him. He heard the loud bang of guns firing but he didn't care as he fumed silently.
What they witnessed was something he knew would stay with them for the rest of their lives. The gap between them and their heroes was something like an unjumpable cliff. One looks down and the only thing one would see would be the abyss staring right back with no way to get across.
The gap seemed impossible to pass just by looking at it. How did the heroes do it? How did they get to where they were now? Now did it only seem to register to him how much they still have to do to get out of the shadows of the heroes and cross the distanced lands and cliffs.
This is what being the Symbol of Peace really means. This is what a hero really means.
So many thoughts crossed Izuku's thoughts as he, together with his fellow trainees, fathomed all that they had seen with their young and inexperienced minds. Of what it meant to be a hero.
The weight on his shoulders became heavier when his gaze turned to his classmates.
"That was so…," Mineta's breath hitched for a second. "So…," their shortest classmate paused, "I never expected this."
Izuku could understand him. Words alone cannot really express what they saw with their eyes. It was like… personally witnessing gods of old in tales and legends fight. Every smite, a wind formed. A strike, lightning rumbled. Every step, the Earth shook.
We are the demigods watching gods battle each other.
Kacchan, who supported him, stiffened. "Who the fuck would," muttered his best friend. His best friend who loves to flaunt his strength. The one who constantly pushed him as he does the same was speechless. The most powerful person he knew was flabbergasted. Mouth agape in wonder.
Izuku let it sink in for a moment before marching boots and orders were being shouted.
Police entered the USJ premises along with doctors and nurses led by the Youthful Heroine. Authorities gave them blankets and led them to the ambulance while he was laid down on a stretcher by two rescuers.
"Useless," Izuku blinked swiftly as he looked at his friends. Momo's dislocated shoulder on a cast.
Uraraka, Sato, Mashirao, and Mineta limping, aided by Police and nurses.
Bruises all over Kaminari's form.
Iida's armor torn from the battle and full of gashes.
Kyouka and Aoyama bleeding. Probably from the strike of the monster.
A large bleeding gash on Kirishima's chest and left arm.
He can't take it any longer! The teen looked away eyes downcast. If only he were stronger, then this…. this would've been avoided! If only…
I've been stronger.
"Midoriya-kun," greeted the elderly hero whose expression revealed nothing. He was sure that she was going to scold him for his reckless behavior. For being such an idiot and leading 1-A to their deaths. He was going face the consequences. "Are you alright?"
Alright was a relative term. What does it mean to be alright in this situation? He failed as a leader. He was even given the trust of others! What did he do? The teen got them out of the pan and put them into the fire. That was how terrible he was.
"Not so much," he smiled weakly. "Body hurts. My right arm and finger hurts."
She patted his head gently and then kissed his forehead. What was left of his strength faded. The world became a jumble of colors for a second and it as gone not a minute after. "You know that's not what I mean."
The throbbing of his arms faded to nearly nothing.
His tear ducts betrayed him. Was it raining? "I failed," choked words came out of him. "I failed as a leader."
Here he was, the class Representative of 1-A. The leader who was supposed to help his comrades, friends, and allies from harm and yet… what an astronomical disaster. All of them were injured. What's more, he was the helpless one of them all in the end!
Recovery Girl's eyes reminded him of his mother whose patience seemed to be infinite. Her expression that frowns, not because of negativity but because of compassion and understanding. The eyes that can melt any anger he has.
Seeing the familiarity in it, Izuku's chest rose up and down in haste.
"Shhh," the elder replied. "Rest knowing that you did your best." Something pricked his arm but ignored it.
The smiling visage of Recovery Girl was the last thing he saw.
Around him, darkness ruled. Not a speck of light twinkled, sparkled or shined. Those that did quickly snuff out. Izuku walked and walked. The horizon wasn't coming any closer no matter how long he trekked the darkness.
What was going on?
"Where am I?"
Up ahead on the distance, he saw a shimmering light. His eyes grew dim, he had to stop.
Was the light getting nearer? Holding his arm to block the dazzling light, the teen can't see anything.
His skin boiled as the light got closer. So, Izuku turned his back on it.
Every second the mini-sun approached lightning struck the ground. The ground shook. All he could do was scream helplessly when the sun burned his back with the ticking time it came nearer.
Izuku tried to run but his feet defy his command. He wanted to crawl, but his body froze.
"What… is… happening?..."
His breath hitched, and his body tightened as a giant hand had him. Breathing became hard labor. Movements stopped.
"What…" he slowly turned his head.
Blank bird faced being stared.
"Get away!"
He winced and rolled to the side.
"Midori!"
Someone screamed. Izuku rolled and crawled under the bed when the strong arms forcefully pulled him. The world closed in on him as the grip tightened. A looming shadow came over! Heart running wild, he kicked his attacker to escape faster.
Izuku cried as chill struck him. His movements hindered, the teen stopped moving in futility and summoned a gate.
"Midoriya!" Izuku blinked as something hard hit his head. Gave slowly moving upwards, pink and white greeted standing against the light greeted him that he had to squint.
"Recovery Girl?" Now realizing whose ice this was, he then said, "Todoroki?" wavering voice from him called out. He breathed deeply finding the center within himself.
"Are you okay?" replied a gentle voice. Recovery Girl met his gaze with her smiling expression. "You were thrashing quite bad in your bed."
"Just a dream," he muttered. Try nightmare, his mind quietly snarked but he didn't voiced it.
His clothes dripped now from the quickly melting ice. Then thankfully accepting the help of Mezo whose multiple appendages easily propped him right. "Hey… uhm." cheeks heating up, Izuku swallowed hard. "Sorry for the kick, Mezou-kun."
"Hmp," came the affronted grunting of Ashido. "It wasn't him, Midori."
Izuku paled. Stupid! Stupid. Stupid.
Turning, the pink girl's glower was the first thing he saw. "Sorry Ashido-san," a vague shaky smiled on his face remembering the dream and flinching for a second. "I… I… it's reflex."
The pink-skinned girl crossed her arms and her expression softened. "Well, sorry for scaring you Midori."
"No, no, it's okay," he returned. "It's my fault."
"Are the…," his words died in his mouth before they could be uttered. The curtains separated the beds. The teen couldn't see the who was behind the curtains but... he might as well see their forms. Their resting forms in the bed, bandaged and forever scarred by his inadequacies as a leader.
"I…," Izuku clenched his fist as the sudden heavy feeling settled in his chest settled. The events came crashing back to him and he had to close his eyes to shut the images out. "I'm sorry."
For being a shitty leader.
"Sorry," the teen blinked but his efforts were for naught. Tears streaming wet his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry for bringing you to danger!
"I'm sorry," he shook his head eyes closed tight as he tried to keep the tears but they threatened to get out of his moistening eyes.
"Midoriya," a cold hand on settling on his shoulder, Todoroki's clear and calm voice called him. Looking at the heterochromatic eyes bore on his and the other's expression gave nothing away making him wince looking at those eyes directly and avoided it. "It was our choice to fight. You did nothing wrong."
"But-"
Mezo's hold on him tightened, "He's correct Midoriya," the six-armed teen interrupted. "Don't be too hard on yourself. You did your best leading us. If it weren't for your decision to help the teacher, they would have been dead."
Izuku couldn't accept that. He nearly led them to their death. "I failed,"
"Izuku dear." His gaze moved to their Pro hero school nurse when she tapped his shin with her cane. Recovery Girl sighed and then gently smiled. "I know the job of a leader is indeed not simple. But you did alright, especially since we saw the battle from here with the drone. All I could say is you did the best you could to lead your friends. Do not doubt yourself in that regard." Their nurse ordered Shoji to set him on the side of the bed as she followed and looked at him closely.
"Trust me when I say the heroes and staff of UA are grateful for 1-A's actions," the elderly heroine stated patting his knee and turned to leave. "Think about what I said deary. I'll be back after I check on your injured teachers."
His words got stuck in his throat looking at his now healed arm. "I…. is everyone all… right?"
"Hey," Ashido called. She beamed at him which Izuku couldn't help but return. Albeit, a small one. "I get it, you're worried about them but they're fine now. They made it. We all made it. We all made the choice and we made it through that. And as 1-A's representative Midori, you don't have to bear it all."
"Ashido's right," Mezou seconded. "A-"
The pink girl protested and cutting off whatever the tall teen was supposed to say. "You guys can call me Mina."
Mezou Shoji sighed, "Mina's right," was that a little sarcasm he detected? "All of us made our choice to go back. You shouldn't blame yourself, Midoriya."
"Plus," Todoroki who leaned on the wall arms crossed added, "injuries in a fight can't be stopped. Just be thankful no one died."
He was thankful for their words for it lifted his guilt but still the feeling of fault stayed. If only Izuku was stronger. "Thanks, guys." Izuku smiled.
"Tch," sneered a familiar coarse voice. "Stop it with that smile, Deku. It doesn't suit your shitty face."
There on the door, Katsuki glowered as he marched towards him. The blond roughly grabbed his arms. Kacchan didn't say anything and only let go of his arms once satisfied.
"I told you, I'm fine."
Katsuki's glower doubled and growled. "No, you're not, you fucker!" his friend growled. "You are blaming yourself for this mess."
"Hey!" Mina reacted behind him. "That's no-" Whatever his classmate was about to say was cut off with Kacchan's explosions.
The two of them stared at each other's eyes. His green eyes giving a small smile at his childhood friends while Kacchan glared at him. Eyes and lips twitching in anger, he said, "Listen here, Deku," the explosive blond pulled him and moving forward to meet his act. "I know you Deku, you and your soft heart. You blame yourself for this fuck up. Look at them," Izuku's head was forcefully, yet gently, turned by his friend to look at their classmate's expressions.
Mina's shock face, Mezou's calm demeanor, and Todoroki's neutral expression met his. "Tell me, Deku, does that face looked like they blame you? No heroes we're available and you made a call. Can you blame yourself for doing the right thing in defending our teachers, huh."
"I…" He was speechless. Truthfully, Izuku didn't know what to say. Kacchan's words made sense, but part of him whispered it was his fault for bringing them harm. Gazing downwards, he avoided the looks he was given and focused on the white bed sheet. "'m not sure," he managed to mumble.
The curtain drawn open beside his bed, Kaminari's lackadaisical form sitting cross-legged was the first thing he'd seen behind Kacchan. "Come on, dude. Stop blaming yourself. You did everything you could to lead us. You and Momo outdid yourselves with the plan and everything."
"But… you guys are,"
"Injured?" from the other side of the room across Kaminari's bed, Kirishima's voice came. "It was unavoidable, Midoriya. You know that none of us were gonna come out of that battle unscarred."
Click clacking crutch echoed inside the infirmary. Mineta, in a hospital gown, sat in his classmate's bed in front of him. "What they said Midoriya, so stop your worrying. Plus, I got a scar on my leg!" Their short grape-like headed classmate grinned lifting his gown up to said body part. "Chick's dig scars. That'll be sure to rack up some points with them. I'll tell them how the great Mineta Minoru defeated some villains!"
His electric classmate returned the grin of his perverted classmate. "I never thought of it that way." Kaminari Denki touched his cheek, probably a small scar or something. "But that's an awesome idea." The little pervert gave the other occupant of the bed two thumbs up.
Mina snorted which elicited a chuckle from him. "You wish, you pervert," muttered the pink teen. He could even imagine her rolling her eyes.
A giggle came from somewhere on the far side of the room. "I wish I could go there but my body feels so weak. Sorry, Deku-kun. But Kacchan has a point so cheer up. Just imagine me cheering you from here."
Funny enough, he could see the image of his brown-haired friend beaming at him with all the reassurance she had.
"You guys…," his eyes, Damn it. Wiping it with his wrist, Izuku looked at all his classmates and felt the weight in his chest reduced. I need to be strong so that I'll be there for them next time.
Izuku entered their home and he nearly fell as a weight crashed on him before he could say "I'm home".
"Izu-kun! My heart nearly stopped when the school called me that there was an attack! How are you? Where are you hurt?" His mother may as well have a superspeed quirk with the way she fussed over him and checked every part of his body.
His mother's teary eyes greeted him as she hugged him tightly. "I'm fine, thanks to Recovery Girl." The teen's chest coiled tighter seeing her mother cry. "Please, don't cry. I'm safe. We're all safe. You should worry more about yourself. I heard that Musutafu was attacked earlier."
"I'm fine sweetie. I'm sorry." His worried mother buried her face in his chest shaking her head. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there to protect you, Izu-kun. I can only imagine how scared you were!"
Scared was an understatement, he thought but he couldn't say that to her. It'd only serve to make her worry more.
"Are you really fine, Izu-kun," Midoriya Inko's gentle eyes bore into his. The only eyes that could read him like an open book.
Eyes wet again. Izuku lowered himself to her mom's shoulders as he let out all of his pain, fear, and anxiety. "My classmate got hurt. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have suggested we go back and face the villains!"
Every word uttered, the light from his soul lightened, yet darkened. "Kirishima got a large scar on his chest because of me!"
Izuku let go of his tightly inhibited emotions crying not only for himself but for others that got hurt. The green head student prayed that he never experienced the pain of seeing those who trusted him get hurt.
It was all too much for him. His knees buckled bringing his mother down with him. Soft, yet calloused hands rubbed circles on his back while whispering empathetic words of comfort.
Izuku never left out one detail as he told of his position as representative and how he and Momo led the class. The battle, the pain he went through. The aftermath. Nothing was kept. All this happened while his mother sang motherly words to soothe his tattered spirit.
School resumed after a week, considering the thoroughness of the investigation, he didn't blame them. Police interviewed them about the events from their point of view. Though that didn't mean they were left with nothing to do. They were given a large amount of homework to keep up with their classes.
UA even considered their healing, both physically and mentally. All courtesy of UA where they had to take Psychological evaluation and Physical examination for anything wrong.
Kirishima-kun, who go it worse than all of them, told Izuku that his wound was bandaged for five days. Recovery Girl had him on a tight leash and had him coming back to a doctor just to bandage and check just in case it'll worsen.
Every injury went okay owing a big thanks to the miraculous Recovery Girl of UA.
The news about the villain made the headlines of the news for the rest of the week. Every channel, both Japan and foreign talked about it since it was the major villain attack in a long time. Hell, even they were hounded by the media for interviews.
Izuku couldn't look at his friends, classmates. It still stung, so he instead wondered who will be their substitute teacher with Aizawa-sensei still injured. From what he got from Vlad King and Present Mic, the two "Noumus" as what the League of Villain called it critically injured the erasure hero and Thirteen.
"Who do you think will be our sub?" Mina asked.
Everyone silenced when the door opened.
"What!" he, chorused with the whole class. There, walking calmly, wrapped in bandages with only the nose, eyes and hair seen was Eraserhead. Possibly more menacing than ever with only the glaring eyes visible.
"Aizawa-sensei, why are you here?" came from Iida. "Are you not suppose to rest in the hospital?"
"No injuries will stop me from teaching," replied their Pro hero teacher. "Now silence."
"All of you have broken my order," he flinched and avoided the gaze when the longest stare was on him. "You have defied orders from a superior, a teacher, and a licensed hero."
The tension in their raven teacher's words was palpable even in the neutrality of his expression. Oxygen left his lungs as he anticipated the ultimatum to be passed by their teacher. He was ready for anything.
"It's within my power to expel you all."
Big part of him refused their sensei's words for something he decided. But nevertheless, Izuku kept silent like the rest of his peers. If worse comes to pass, he would take the fall since it as his decision as 1-A's Representative. He couldn't live with the guilt of bringing down others from his mistakes alone.
Aizawa Shouta sighed, "but," clearing his throat, he continued. "I will not because in light of further observation; such rational and quick thinking decision must be rewarded justly."
Izuku was speechless. His mind roiled in thoughts of expulsion, but they were still UA students? He wanted to cry but all the crying last night seemed to have dried his eyes!
"Still," the naturally glaring eyes, sharpened more. "Let this be a warning. Those who defy orders next time will face punishment. Justified or not. Are we clear?"
Silence. The stillness of the class unnerved him. For he did not want to speak and possibly earn Eraserhead's gaze.
"Are we clear," Aizawa-sensei demanded emphasizing every word.
"Yes sir!" they chorused.
A clear snort came from their homeroom teacher. "Let's get to business. Two weeks from now there will be a special event; the Sports Festival."
Momo raised her hand, "Sensei," his Vice Representative stood straight as she inquired. "Is it all right for us to hold this when UA just came under attack?"
"This is precisely why we should hold the Sports Festival," Aizawa-sensei quickly replied. "We need to show the world that UA is still going strong despite the villain attack. That will calm the masses."
"In your preparation, you can use the facilities here in UA. Ask the forms from me and then pass it to me before you are allowed to use said facilities."
Izuku's heart jumped. This will be a chance for him to get stronger. To make sure what happened before will never happen again. The wounds of his classmates etched into his mind.
"That will be all, class dismissed."
So, this is part II of the USJ arc. I hope you guys like this chapter. R&R if you want and comment (hopefully politely) what you think needs fixing, what's working, and what not. :)
Edit: I edited some things. Minor things.
Edited 10/29/18: I edited some things like rephrased some dialogue, added details and fixed some descriptions.