USJ continues. I didn't want to leave y'all on a crack cliffhanger, so here… the second serious fight scene in this whole fic. In a shounen crossover.

How odd.

Anyways, onwards with the battle!

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One scarf lanced towards an enemy, entangling them. Aizawa then made the scarf taut and let the villain trip into the fountain, splashing the rest of the approaching crowd..

"Retreat towards the exit!" Aizawa said, dragging down his goggles.

"Yes! Students, with me!" Thirteen yelled.

Hans looked at the charging villains derisively. "You all are being treated as cannon fodder by that hand fetish guy! Do you really want to serve somebody like that?"

"Kurogiri?"

"Yes, young master?"

"Get them. We don't have any more time to waste."

Kurogiri sank into the ground, disappearing into a fog portal. Hans kicked the whiteboard on the flimsy stand Yaoyorozu made at a villain before desperately trying to clamber up the flights of stairs up to the exit.

"Hey, dude, need a hand?" Sato said, his ridiculous masked face looking entirely serious for once.

"What does it look like?" Hans said, irritated. "I basically have a ten year old's body!"

He was promptly scooped up and carried by the buff hero-in-training. Hans sighed thankfully and relaxed, looking at Aizawa fight the villains almost therapeutically. The villains moved like common thugs, flaunting their quirks or strength without any real training, which Eraserhead was very adept at countering. The hand fetishist didn't act, but ahead of them, Hans could see dark mist beginning to swirl.

"Thirteen-sensei!" Iida shouted, noticing the mist as well. "Ahead of us!"

"Stand back, students!" Thirteen yelled out, "Get behind me!"

The cap on her finger promptly opened just as Hans and Sato climbed up the stairs.

"Thanks…" Hans whispered, patting down the wrinkles on his lab coat. Surreptitiously, he summoned the ice queen and the tree to give himself a sense of safety.

"Who even are you people?" Kaminari said, inching backwards from where he stood near the middle of the group.

"We are the League of Villains." the mist villain said. "And we are here to kill All-"

"Yeah, yeah." Hans said from behind all of the students. "We've heard that already. Your implausible plan that definitely won't happen."

"You all will have no time to worry about All Might by the time I'm done with you." Kurogiri said calmly, his mist swirling around the group. The darkness closed in as the students gathered. Hans was just about to summon Thumbelina and try to wave away the fog when the sound of a vacuum cleaner ripped across the clearing between the gate and the stairs.

"Get to the exit, students!" Thirteen shouted. "Escape while you still can! I'll hold him back!"

"The young master may be willing to dawdle…" Kurogiri said, his form choppy in the high winds sucking him towards thirteen's black-hole like fingertips, "But I am not."

A portal appeared behind thirteen and began to suck the astronaut cosplayer's outfit off of her, with her own quirk's pressure being used against her. Hans braced himself as he was almost sucked into the portal, but the elder tree mother was able to dig herself into the ground and secure the class, her branches wrapping around them and keeping them in place.

Thirteen collapsed to the ground, severely injured.

"Everybody!" Hans shouted. "This guy is vulnerable to wind, apparently! So just keep hitting them with wind or sound waves or whatever!"

Jiro plugged her headphones into the speakers at her feet, and the screech of a speaker began to produce sonic waves. The black mist villian's mist was hampered, but the portal itself didn't dissipate. The sonic waves came out of the other portal, hitting the students and making several of them cry out in pain and cover their ears.

Hans sighed and summoned the little match girl, who reached up to cover his ears. Then, he tapped into his mana reserve… and fired a blob of mana. Since mana didn't have a physical form, he was hoping that it would be able to disrupt the portal. The blue projectile zipped out of his hands and impacted the portal, parting the mist and letting the sonic waves attacking the other portal make "solid" contact with the mist, scattering it into the air.

"I admit that you are versatile." Kurogiri said, "But I'm afraid this is the end."

Jiro alone wasn't enough. Sato was waving around a tile he had pried off the ground like a giant fan, while Iida was doing spin kicks somewhere above the students, barely staying in the same place while abusing his boosters. Shoji flapped his arms as well, the skin that almost webbed between the arms generating wind all around the students. However, the winds weren't strong enough…

"Yaoyorozu! Make some industrial fans!" Hans shouted. "Leave the wires exposed and give them to Kaminari."

"But-"

"You're the only one that can save us now!" Hans said, firing another bolt of mana at Kurogiri's encirclement plans.

"But my costume-"

"You don't have to make the fans vertically, for god's sake!" Hans shouted. "I thought you were supposed to be smart! Just make it horizontally out of your impractically exposed midriff!"

Yaoyorozu closed her eyes briefly, before the industrial fan began to take shape.

"No!" Kurogiri shouted, his mist dodging Jiro's sonic waves and Sato's mindless fanning, before it shot towards the industrial fan and Yaoyorozu.

Hans unleashed a wave of blue mana in response.

"Territory creation!" He yelled, summoning his blue tablet and slamming it into the ground. "It may only be rank D, but it's still enough to hold you back!"

"If only for a short while." Hans thought, not wanting to disclose information such as his limited mana to the enemy.

A wave of blue mana pulsed out of Hans, phasing through the students and giving them goosebumps. When the blue wave hit the mist, it was repulsed almost like it was solid, before the mist dissipated.

Hans closed his eyes and gauged the amount of mana he had left. It wasn't looking good. Despite having accumulated some via his fame as a fairytale author, in a society with heroes, that fame was already dwindling. Coupled with the fact that he wasn't contracted to anybody, or whoever summoned him wasn't giving him mana… He could only subsist on his dying fame.

So, in reality, he really could only use something as expensive as territory creation about three times before he began to fade away from this pseudo servant-like body, not that he really understood the magecraft theory behind pseudo servants. It wasn't his area of expertise and he never bothered trying to learn. He was almost regretting that now.

"The fans are ready, Andersen-san!" Yaoyorozu shouted over the cacophony.

"Kaminari, get ready to charge the fans!" The blonde idiot nodded. "Shoji, take over the fans. Use your eight arms wisely, and aim the fans at wherever he might send his fog."

"What if he comes from the ground?" Midoriya yelled, his fingers bent in a way that indicated he was preparing to use his quirk to generate a large gust if push really came to shove, and looking at the purplish, swelling carrot that was his index finger, it had already happened once.

"That's what the Territory Creation is for. This is shoddy work, but it should hold."Hans said, grinning, before looking at Midoriya's hands. " "And you're a goddamn idiot, Midoriya! You only have ten fingers to last you the whole fight, and you've already used one now?"

"Congratulations." Kurogiri said, pausing in his efforts. "You've managed to hold me off almost completely. I'm nearly impressed."

The class stood tensely. Iida fell from where he was hovering in the air and breathed heavily. Hans quickly hit him with an energize with a small usage of his noble phantasm, and he glowed blue as he slowly stood up straight.

"But here you are, nineteen students and one injured hero trapped completely, unable to come out of that small boundary that he has created." Kurogiri said, pointing at Hans. "After we take care of your mentor below, you all will have to face the full brunt of our attack. And then, what will you do?"

"Nineteen?" Hans said, smirking. "Did you really think that you still have nineteen students here?"

"What?" Kurogiri said, yellow eyes narrowing.

"Did you really think I gave a lecture for shits and giggles?" Hans said, stepping forwards and crossing his arms smugly. The little match girl blew a raspberry at the mist villain, before throwing a match at him. It clattered harmlessly against the metal collar of the villain and landed at where his feet would be.

"It was a distraction. The lock is broken, and one of us is already on their way."

"Impossible!" Kurogiri bellowed, his mist stretching and thickening, but-

"Ojiro, attack him!" Hans yelled, snapping his fingers. The match at Kurogiri's "feet" exploded, breaking the mist user's concentration. Without hesitation, Ojiro leaped. His tail spiraled throughout the air, eyes glowing blue as Hans quickly buffed him with another noble phantasm usage with a single word: "stronger". It was basic, and Hans almost cringed at not being able to think of anything better, but it would do.

The muscular tail slammed into the steel plate on Kurogiri's neck and wrapped around it as Ojiro raised a fist and punched down on the neck bracer, trying to knock out the mist user.

"Overly confident, are you?" Kurogiri muttered. "You're in contact with me. That means that my mist can now teleport you to your demise!"

Kurogiri's mist wrapped around Ojiro as he glowed blue, raised his fist, and punched once more.

"Die!" Kurogiri roared.

Nothing happened.

"Territory creation rank D, my friend." Hans said, his blue tablet glowing. "Did you really think I didn't consider your quirk?"

"You sure did." Kurogiri croaked. "But did you consider…them?"

Hans turned as another portal opened outside of his territory creation range, with villains pouring out of the gap.

"Oh, shit." Hans muttered.

Being hero students, they obviously charged forward, defending their injured teacher. Kirishima flexed his quirk to block a thrown knife while Iida and Sato charged forward, one utilizing sweeping kicks intended to disable villains while the other one used crushing blows to knock said villains away. Midoriya fired off two shots with his fingers, one with each hand, at two groups of villains approaching from different directions, staggering the lot of them.

"But like it or not…" Kurogiri muttered, undeniably smirking, if he had a mouth. "They're out of your range now."

The black mist suddenly expanded. Shoji, about to leap into the action himself, was unable to angle the fans to blow the portals away. Hans desperately tried to saturate the air with his mana, but it was too late. When the mist was blown away by his efforts, exhausting his magic reserves down to about half, only Kirishima, Jiro, Yaoyorozu, Aoyama and Sero remained.

Even the industrial fans were gone, teleported to who knows where.

Ojiro quickly sprang up as another knife was thrown at him, having to retreat from restraining Kurogiri. With his tail, he grabbed Hans and placed him down at the center of the group.

"How could this get any worse…" Hans muttered, gritting his teeth. "All of the competent people are gone…"

"Giving up isn't very manly, Andersen-san!" Kirishima said, flexing his quirk.

"My sparkles will not fail us in this situation!" Aoyama proclaimed dramatically, looking at the goons confidently.

Yaoyorozu simply nodded at Hans, before creating a staff herself. Sero cocked his elbows like a terrorist would flex a pair of AK-47s.

"No, no." Hans said. "You don't get it."

"What?"

"To borrow language from the hand fetishist, this isn't even the final boss."

From the bottom of the stairs, a large, humanoid blob soared through the air and landed with a large thud, cratering the already shredded tile floor. Its birdlike beak and gaping maw looked Hans in the soul, and its bulging muscles flexed as it breathed out white mist.

"We're so dead." Hans said, sighing.

"Well, at least it's very self aware of you to know when you're defeated, mini-boss." the hand fetishist said, stepping out of a portal with the rest of the goons.

"But this raiding party is over."

"But sensei-"

"Can Aizawa-sensei beat that abomination in a quirkless fight?" Hans said, looking at the creature literally six times his height.

"That's our ultimate countermeasure to All Might." the hand fetishist said casually, waving his hand. On it, one dead hand flopped in the air loosely, giving Hans the urge to vomit.

Hans took a deep breath, exhaled, and held up his tablet.

"I wish it would never have to come to this." He muttered, creating an illusionary quill pen.

"What? Do you have any other tricks?"

"Tricks?" Hans said, chuckling. "Oh, no, no, no. Just view it as a last-ditch effort. Go, summons!"

Within the territory he created, fairytales sprang to life. A tin soldier spawned out of nowhere, before growing to a truly preposterous size, standing up on a single leg. The little mermaid appeared in full size, hissing at the villains surrounding the group. The ice queen rose up into the air, ice swirling around her palms as the elder tree mother anchored the ground around the students with her roots. A couple of ducklings popped out of nowhere, before quickly waddling out of the door.

"And you?" Hans said, grinning as a giant hand appeared for him to sit on. "You should really reconsider your choice of clothing, hand fetishist. Those hands really are unsettling."

By clothing, Hans obviously meant red shoes. But would he really be giving away information to a villain group? No. Unlike any other character, he was the one that needed exploits the most.

"How dare you-"

Behind him, a footless young girl began to crawl out of the shadows. It gripped its bleeding fingertips into the tiles. Its feet stumps bled out into the tiles as hero and villain alike stepped back.

"Nomu." the hand fetishist said, pointing at the abomination.

The Nomu leapt before Shigaraki and kicked at the girl crawling towards Shigaraki. Dust sailed up into the air as Sero and Aoyama were knocked down from their arrogant poses. As the dust slowly cleared and attention was dragged back to the Nomu… and a ballet dancing hand fetishist?

"What… what are you?" Shigaraki yelled, his dancing almost taking him off the ledge of the stairs. He twirled and danced, a horrifying scene being presented to the villains and students present.

"Now can we get on with it?" Hans said, avoiding the question and searching for a file on his tablet. "Kirishima. Whenever the big guy attacks, it's your job to protect us."

"You got it, my dude!" Kirishima yelled, flexing his quirk.

"Attack!" Shigaraki said, doing a pirouette. "And somebody stop me from dancing!"

Villains surged forward just as the Nomu jumped up… and held Shigaraki's arms in place. Yaoyorozu created several iron rods protruding out of various places in her body, the sudden growth impacting several villains in the gut. Aoyama fired off his lazer rapidly, spinning about like a disco ball. Sero fired off his tape while he spun, using Yaoyorozu's metal rods to create a movement hazard to hamper the villain's motions as Hans's summons did all the work.

Meanwhile, in the middle of all of this, Hans was typing extremely fast on his blue tablet. As the combat around him blurred, so did his fingers.

"The big guy still hasn't come to attack us yet, Andersen-san." Kirishima muttered, his hands held out loosely in a karate stance. Raising it to deflect some loose debris from hitting Hans, he looked in awe as the little mermaid swam up into the air and let loose a torrent of water with such high pressure that it left bruises. "Wow… I never knew that something so small could become so strong."

"Stop talking" Hans hissed. "Editing is hard, you know?"

"Nomu, kill the blue brat!" Shigaraki shouted. "Stop trying to stop me from dancing!"

The Nomu charged forward, fist raised. Kirishima had been preparing for this, and crossed his arms to prepare and take the blow, and-

Boom.

His vision flipped upwards as his hardened body sank into the ground. His arms almost felt like they had fallen off. His head was dizzy, and his whole body felt… stuck… in the earth.

Was that it? Could he only take that one blow?

Raising his arms, he looked down at the shattered skin and torn muscles that lay bare in the air.

And then the agony hit.

Kirishima screamed. His nerves were firing wildly as his quirk struggled to keep reinforcing what wasn't there. Breaths were forgotten and he had to start inhaling and exhaling difficulty to keep the air in his lungs.

"Damn it, I was too slow!" Hans yelled. "Tin soldier, protect me while I finish adapting this trash scene!"

As the Nomu changed targets to the tin soldier, its giant, metallic body slowly crumpling against the Nomu's rapid blows, Kirishima's eyes closed.

Was that it?

Could I not protect… a single person?

…

It's bright…

So bright…

Kirishima opened his eyes, and sat up in the same streets that were right outside his middle school. His red hair contrasted greatly with the faded out surroundings.

Ahead of him lay a trial. Of what variety, Kirishima didn't know. All he could feel was a sense of remembered the giant villain, threatening the two girls. To them, it must have been as terrifying as the hellscape before his eyes.

Then, the passersby screamed. A giant villain slowly walked into the street, cracking the asphalt below his feet. Then, the villain hunched over two schoolgirls… and grinned sinisterly.

He had a hardening quirk. He had to do something. He had to protect.

But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't move. Despite screaming at himself, his legs were frozen.

He just couldn't move.

Kirishima felt tears trailing down his eyes. In the end, he was just so-

A girl suddenly slid across the street, stepping in between the giant villain and the students being threatened.

Then, everything stopped.

Kirishma looked at the scene mournfully. He looked down at his immobile limbs, and then at his younger self, also frozen in fear and unmoving.

"Am I really this pathetic?" he muttered. "All that time, I thought that I was getting stronger. That I was training for UA. That I could become a real hero. Was that all… a lie?"

..

It was just him again. In a dark room, standing before his application.

It was his UA application.

He stepped forward again, but the application seemed miles away. His step was still heavy, yet with each struggle, he put a foot forward, slowly inching towards the paper and pencil.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, he had struggled his way to the application. The pen, however, was a different challenge.

"You're just a hypocrite, a fraud!" his past self yelled from behind him. "You'll never become a hero.

Kirishima almost stopped reaching for the pen. His past self was right. He was a nobody. An imitator. A fraud. Somebody that didn't deserve to go to UA.

Then, a familiar tape fell from the shelf. Its glow illuminated the dark room, showing Kirishima the familiar hair of Crimson Riot.

"Bear it! Protect!" his idol's voice boomed, drowning out the voice of his past self.

"Sacrifice yourself!"

"I'll keep striving… to be a hero that can protect…" Kirishima muttered, picking up the pen.

The world went white again.

…

The giant villain walked into the clearing again, the same menacing gait, and the same manic expression.

Kirishima resolved to move.

His first step felt like it weighed ten tons, but he still continued walking towards the scene. The girls still screamed in fright, but this time…

He was the one that stepped in front of them.

…

Kirishima opened his eyes again. His arms stitched themselves back together before his very eyes, and he sat up again. Hans was raising both his arms, a wave of blue entering the tin man and repairing its structure as the Nomu pummeled the crumbling defender.

"Damn it…" Hans muttered, looking at Shigaraki, who had stopped dancing. "I lost focus!"

"You're standing up again, red hair!?" Shigaraki yelled. "Who do you think you are, getting up after one of Nomu's punches? Who do you think you are?"

"I am…" Kirishima muttered, puzzle pieces clicking together. His whole body creaked. Chemicals reacted and his quirk factor burst to life, hardening every inch of his body.

"A hero that protects!"

Kirishima stomped on the ground, imprinting his feet into the cracked floor. He steeled his gaze, narrowing his eyes at the incoming fist. His arms hardened all the way to his fingertips as the Nomu stepped before him and punched.

"Kirishima!" Yaoyorozu yelled, stretching out a hand.

"Watch out!" Sero shouted, shooting a line of tape towards him.

"Don't just tank it, you idiot!" Hans shouted, throwing out another blue sheet of paper towards Kirishima.

Kirishima almost crossed his arm to prepare for another block, but-

-The giant villain punched at him, and he was sent skidding across the street. He was thankfully unharmed, but the giant villain raised his fist again, and the girls were

"Hey!" he yelled, "I'm over here, you bastard!"

I won't be able to take this guy's blows head on, so I'll have to distract him! My quirk is great for taking hits, but if I can't stand there and take the hits, I have to get tricky!"

"Hmm? You're very impatient… Impatient to die, that is!"

Another fist came down on him, and this time, Kirishima gritted his teeth.

"I won't-

"I won't…"

He… dodged, and spun on his heels. The Nomu's fist was deflected off of his slanted, hardened skin as he used the Nomu's momentum to fuel his ow-

-n attack. His body was jostled around, but he brought the force around, and stood his ground. The villain tilted his head as Kirishima stood firmly in a martial arts stance, fists clenched.

"I won't falter-

-again!" he yelled, clenching his fist and punching forwards.

His fist impacted the Nomu's rubbery flesh, without so much as an impact forming.

"Impressive." Shigaraki said. "You managed to dodge one of the Nomu's attacks… But you won't last long, underleveled tank character!"

The Nomu's fists continued to fly. Kirishima deflected what he could, but he… still wasn't fast enough. His body cracked, and cracked… and cracked…

He grit his teeth. He was going to be a wall that never fell! He couldn't fall here, now, to a villain that only used blunt force!

"God damn it!" Hans shouted, slapping away another bout of Kurogiri's mist. "I can't keep feeding you mana, Kirishima! Dodge!"

Kirishima grit his teeth and hardened. His skin swelled outwards, filling up the cracks and becoming almost like sandpaper. His durability continued to soar as he glowed blue, his internal organs being protected from the vibrations with whatever protection Hans gave him.

"Kill them all, Nomu!" Shigaraki yelled. "Get rid of him!"

The Nomu wound back a fist, and Kirishima stepped to the side. However, the Nomu's other fist soared forwards as well, in a two-pronged attack that caught Kirishima off guard. He was sent flying into the gate, his hardened body cracking near the front as his blue glow faded.

Hans stumbled in the middle of his classmate's protection, before collapsing.

"Fuck." he muttered, before slumping to the ground.

"I'm out of mana."

Slowly, Hans's creations withered away. The ground that had glowed blue fizzled out.

They were dead. They were so dead.

"Was that it? Is phase two over too, miniboss?" Shigaraki mocked. "Well, I suppose it's time we wrapped this up.

"Give me some energy." Hans said, reaching out and grasping somebody's hands.

"How?" Yaoyorozu yelled desperately.

"Blood…"

"What do you mea-?"

"There's no time!" Ojiro said, taking a defensive stance against the slowly advancing villains.

"It's time you died, kids." the villain with the bug face and knife claws grinned uncannily, raising his claws and preparing to slice open-

A fist impacted the side of the villain's face.

"You…" Shigaraki muttered.

"What the-" Ojiro yelled.

"Yes." the frankenstein-looking villain said, standing in front of Ojiro. Other villains following the lead of the frankenstein-look alike also jumped in, forming a circle around the students.

"Us."

"You would betray us now?" Shigaraki yelled, pointing his finger at the group. "You were just cannon fodder! You aren't supposed to think for yourself."

"I did get a GED." the frankenstein-looking villain said, gritting his teeth. "And I won't be used by you guys to murder children. I'll just be perpetuating a societal disease. Even if I did make a mistake joining up with you guys, I'll never allow you all to finish what you just started."

"Yeah! What my bro said!" the gun-fingered man said, clicking his fingers menacingly. "And if you all try to attack us, I'll blow you all up!"

"Run, kids." the educated villain muttered. "We'll buy some time for you."

Hans looked up incredulously. Had the lecture he had used as distraction… seriously saved their lives?

The discord peeps really popped off editing with this. There was a whole scene that I rewrote because of them, which would have been a pretty bad idea if I had gone through with it.

Hopefully, the Kirishima flashback lived up to the Ojiro flashback, and was a bit more serious.

As for the Hans saying he was summoned, that may be spoilers. However, Ima just say here that Hans was put into a 4 year old child while being summoned by Kiara and has lived like that ever since.

Anyways, that was exhausting…

Discord link: discord . gg / 9t9MK3jHmV

-SpiritOfErebus