Summary:

The evacuation of the mall is under way, will they all get out in time?

After Ochaco dropped off the first years she immediately ran to the nearest restroom; a mix of anxiety over what she was about to do and her quirk had her stomach rolling, and she didn't want to be out in the open as she recovered. She could hear many voices in her ear at once: Iida talking to someone on his end; encouraging words from Yaoyorozu, Bakugo and Kirishima's yelling at each other as they fought, and Hagakure still fighting on her end. Despite all that, the faint screams from Midoriya were what nearly made her hurl again. This was all the Meta Liberation Army's fault, them and the villain with the gun quirk. If they hadn't shot Midoriya this would have all been over now.

Why, why did villains have to ruin everything? All she could see when she closed her eyes was Midoriya's small smile when he fell, as he took the bullets meant for them….. for her. She looked down at her shirt, the blood on it making her stomach flip.

"Jiro," she said over her earpiece as she stood.

"Uraraka?" Came the hesitant reply.

"I'm sorry."

"What, Uraraka what are you doing?" Panic entered her voice.

"I'm going after the person who shot Midoriya." She didn't listen to the several people screaming at her not to as she took out her earpiece and put it in her pocket. Someone had to do it. Ochaco walked out of the restroom, making sure that the coast was clear, before making her way to the staircase. The last time she had seen them they were in the west end, but that didn't mean they were still there.

Cautiously, she walked towards the west end. As she got closer, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she turned just in time to see a flash of metal right before a shot rang out.

Ochaco quickly ducked into an open shop, the bullets barely missing her. She only counted four shots. In the back of her mind, she remembered there had only been four shots fired earlier, only one missing Midoriya. She heard the sound of footsteps running away, so she darted out of the shop and pursued them. Much to her surprise, they didn't try shooting at her again as they ran into one of the larger department shops. Maybe they had a limit on how many times they could shoot.

She saw them turn, saw the barrels pointed towards her, and made herself float right as four more bullets passed right where she had been. Definitely had a limit, she thought as she dropped to the ground, running after them through the racks of clothes. As she ran, she reached out and floated a rack of clothes before tossing it, unfortunately missing them as they took a sharp turn.

"Stay still and tell me why!" She yelled out in frustration, clearly not expecting an answer.

"Why what?" They asked back, making her pause just for a moment.

"Why do you villains ruin everything. We just wanted a day off, but no, you guys had to attack!" Ochaco yelled as she launched another rack towards the sound of laughter.

"You hero students are all the same, always wanting to do what's right." They stepped out in front of her, taunting her. It was a young woman, maybe a few years older than her. She brushed the dark hair away from her face, revealing her missing right eye. "What happens when doing what's right fails, when your precious heroes fail? I was like you once, until I was shown the ugly side of heroes."

A shot rang out and Ochaco dodged, running towards the back of the store as dark laughter followed her. A second shot fired as she turned. It was too close for comfort. She needed to trap them, but how? She saw the door to the back room and slammed it open. She looked around and saw just what she was looking for, a group of empty clothes racks. She floated them and waited.

"Come on out, little hero," the woman's voice came from the door, and Ochaco heard a shot fired blindly into the back room. She stepped back, away from her trap, hoping the woman wouldn't look up. "Come on out so I can tell you all about your precious heroes." She stepped around the corner and smiled when she saw her.

Another shot rang out. Ochaco wasn't fast enough. She felt it tear through the side of her abdomen. Felt it burn as she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming, from releasing her hold on the racks. Just a little closer.

"I almost feel bad for you," the villain cooed as she stepped closer, and Ochaco smiled as her eyes flicked up to check her position under the racks.

"And I almost feel bad for you." She panted as she slid to the floor, her legs unable to support her. The woman gave her a confused look. "Increase." She wheezed, hearing the crash and the woman's screams, but all she could feel was the bullet wound in her side. She needed to check if the bullet went all the way through; to make sure the bullet wasn't still in her. To make sure she wasn't bleeding out from two wounds. The pain was all consuming, all she could feel was where it entered.

She assessed her situation. Carefully, she removed her jacket, her earpiece falling out of the pocket, but that could wait. She carefully reached around to feel her back for an exit wound. None. Balling up her jacket and pressing it into the wound, she let out another scream, and carefully put her earpiece in.

Shota was pacing as close to the mall as the police would allow. He had been on scene for almost two hours, only allowed across the police barricade because he was giving them information from the group chat. Most of what was happening made him want to throw his phone in frustration. It had been rather silent after Uraraka had gone off on her own almost twenty minutes ago.

Then, almost as quick as the attack started, the barrier around the mall dissipated, and the first few civilians made their way out of the mall.

At this point Katsuki was no longer paying attention to his earpiece. He was focused on fighting off the clones made by Twice and was getting real sick of this villain's shit. He was fighting the last one from this round when it had the nerve to speak to him.

"Looks like our job here is done," he aimed an explosion at it, and its last words made his blood run cold. "Hope you find her in time." Katsuki heard a yell from the crowd behind him and saw movement near the doors.

"Hey, Shitty Hair! Go check that." He nodded towards the door, and watched as Kirishima made it through the crowd. "Hey everyone, report!"

"Yaoyorozu here, Midoriya is as stable as we can get him. Jiro and Kendo are in the shop and Ashido and Kaminari are guarding the outside of the shop." Katsuki marked them off his mental list, he had saidher.

"All the villains are taken care of on my end." Hagakure spoke up next, another person marked off.

"Shinso and I have Midnight. She needs immediate medical attention." Iida spoke up, and Katsuki paced as he waited for the last person to report. Uraraka was silent.

"Pink Cheeks! Where the hell are you!" Katsuki yelled into the earpiece.

"S-sorry…" Her voice came through as a weak whimper and he could barely hear her. Katsuki saw red as he turned to the doors. Using his quirk, he flew over the crowd, landing next to the main doors. Only one door was open; the explosion earlier had damaged the other doors beyond opening. His hands sparked with barely contained rage as he looked at the only obstacle keeping the pros out at this point.

"Everyone, back the fuck up!" He yelled out. The crowd froze at the angry teen's words, backing up when they saw the sparks from his hands. "Shitty Hair and Metal Face, let's tear the doors off so the pros can get in!"

Shota's head jerked when he heard the first explosion by the doors. They had been damaged earlier and they had been unable to be opened fully, only a corner of one of them had been pried open. He had enough time to move the few officers, who had gone over to inspect the noise, out of the way before the doors exploded outwards. As the smoke cleared, he was not surprised to see Bakugo standing there, and he watched as the teen stumbled into the sunlight. On instinct Shota went to him, and he saw the flash of relief on his face.

"You need water, you're dehydrated."

"Don't care, I'm not going anywhere untileveryoneis out." He was being stubborn and he knew it, but Shota knew there was a reason.

"What's wrong?" He saw Bakugo clench his teeth.

"The last round with Twice, his clone said something. He said, 'I hope you find her in time.' Everyone but Uraraka is accounted for." He could tell Bakugo was about to lose his composure, so he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and forced him away from the door, towards a waiting medic.

"Listen to me. Us pros are here, so get a drink and let us handle this." He left Bakugo with the medics and made his way into the mall.

The first students he came across were Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, who were doing crowd control to make sure everyone evacuated safely. They had things under control, so he turned the corner to use the stairs when he saw the crowd of civilians coming towards him. He heard footsteps running towards him.

"Aizawa-sensei!" Shota heard and barely had time to brace himself as Hagakure threw herself on him.

"Hey kid," he said as he gently pried her off, before taking off his own jacket and putting it on her. It's cold out." He saw Ojiro at the head of the crowd coming towards him. "Ojiro, make sure she puts some clothes on."

"Right sensei."They're just kids; they should be worried about the next test, not the next villain ran a hand over his face and went for a different set of stairs. As he entered the third floor a team of paramedics passed with Nemuri on a stretcher between them. He saw Iida and Shinso talking to an officer in front of a shop, and he made a mental note to talk to them later.

Shota passed the fourth floor, and quickly made his way to the coffee shop on the fifth. He was greeted by Ashido and Kaminari, who both started talking at once.

"Calm down, both of you," he sighed. "I've only got one question at the moment. Have either of you seen Uraraka?"

They both glanced at each other and shook their heads. Ashido was the one to answer. "After she sent the first years to us we haven't seen her, but we heard she was going after one of the villains. She said it was the one who shot Midoriya."

"Where are the first years?" Kaminari jerked his thumb towards the shop behind him.

"Lead the civilians out." Shota walked into the surprisingly calm shop. "Anyone who isn't a student of UA can follow the students outside to the entrance." He called out, and the shop quickly emptied. Only five people remained. Two were wrapped in fuzzy blankets at the back of the shop leaning against each other, while the other sat calmly at a table with Jiro. Their silver eyes watched him. Kendo was still at her post at the open gate.

"Which one of you saw Uraraka last," he quickly got to the point. The one at the table spoke up.

"I last saw her while she brought me and Moyasu up here. We were shot at and she got really mad."

"Where was the shooter?"

"Fourth floor, west end." Shota nodded and walked over to the back room, knocking sharply on the door.

"Yaoyorozu," the door opened after a moment and he got a good look at the back room. A young man with silver hair was bent over Midoriya, keeping an eye on him and a young woman with sky blue hair clutching a bottle of juice sat next to him, an IV connecting the two. Yaoyorozu was pale and she looked at him in relief. "Medics are on their way here. They should be arriving any minute now. Are you okay to stay in charge?"

"Yes." As he turned to go she called out to him.

"Please find Uraraka, Aizawa-sensei, none of this would have been possible without her."

Ochaco was going in and out of consciousness, and she knew it was from blood loss. That didn't mean she was going crazy when she saw Twice standing in front of her though- mumbling about how it was a shame she had to die. She heard him arguing with himself, then, about how they could lead help to her. Then something about the boss man was going to be angry with them for doing something.

She blacked out before she could hear the rest.

Ochaco awoke once again to the feeling of being carried. Looking up saw black hair and a pair of worried eyes looking down at her, and she felt a weak laugh coming from the chest she was being held against.

"Looks like a have a new problem child." She didn't even protest the new nickname as everything went black again.