Ok so I had a lot of trouble with this chapter and went through like 13 different versions of it. And yesterday it annoyed me so bad to the point I started looking through the past chapters and didn't like them either so I considered ending the fic and posted something saying so. I got immediate push back on that idea from 3 of you within like 30 min. So I wanted to say sorry for that and thank you for the support. After that I stayed up until like 3 in the morning writing this so it's a bit short but ill make up for that by posting 2 chapters on Friday. Anywhere I hope yall enjoy.
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A few days after the lunch incident aizawa had them all suit up and meet out side the dorms.then load on to a bus to go to a training facility called the usj.
The bus pulled away from the dorms at eight sharp, the combined 1-A and 1-B classes filling every seat with the usual morning mix of yawns and chatter. Cid dropped into a window seat near the back, hands already tucked in his cloak pockets, visible eye half-lidded against the early sun. The last couple of days had been… different. The group karaoke night, the late commons hangouts, the random conversations that kept pulling him in instead of letting him slip away—they'd left a quiet mark. He wasn't suddenly chatty, but he felt more comfortable here now. He didn't mind the noise as much.
Yui slid into the seat beside him without a word, their shoulders touching but neither mentioned it, it became a part of their routine over the last couple of days. Toru appeared a second later, gloves waving. "Morning, you two! Don't fall asleep before we even get there."
Cid gave a lazy two-finger salute. "We're good."
Yui offered him one earbud, the same way she had a couple of times already. He took it. The track started—the steady guitar build-up of "This Will Be the Day". As they sat their shoulders brushed lightly as the bus rolled forward. The music filled the small space between them, the rest of the class's voices fading into background static. Kirishima's loud laugh carried from the front row, Kaminari cracking jokes about rescue scenarios, Sero taping someone's water bottle to the ceiling for laughs.
Cid glanced sideways at Yui. She had done something different with her hair this morning—a small braid tucked behind one ear, the rest falling neatly against her shoulder. It was subtle, nothing flashy, but it for some reason it caught his attention and held his gaze for a second longer than usual. A faint warmth crept up his neck. He looked away quickly, focusing on the passing scenery, but the small blush stayed under his eyepatch.
Yui noticed. She reached up and tucked the loose strand behind her ear with a shy smile, the motion calm and unconscious, then went back to listening. Neither of them said anything about it. The music kept playing, their shared earbud a quiet thread connecting them while the bus chatter swirled around the rest of the group.
The ride passed in that easy rhythm. Cid found himself answering a question from Kirishima when the red-haired teen leaned over the seat—"You ready to smash some rescue drills, man? Manly teamwork all the way!"—with more than his usual one-word grunt. Kaminari tossed a joke his way about shrinking the entire facility if things got boring, and Cid actually smirked instead of shrugging it off. Toru dragged them both into a quick conversation about how Aizawa would probably sleep through the whole exercise making them snicker. being with the class, It wasn't as forced as it had been when he first meet them now it just fit.
By the time the bus pulled up to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, the dome rising like a massive concrete shell against the morning sky, the class spilled out in a loose, energized line. Cid and Yui stepped off together. Toru linked her invisible arm with both of theirs. "Onwards to training" she dragged them for ward while cid grumbled but didn't resist either even smiling and her dumb antics.
As they got further in toru started talking again "This is gonna be awesome," she said, voice bright.
Cid adjusted his cloak, visible eye scanning the entrance. "Yeah. I guess this is gonna be interesting at least." he said with a small smirk
Aizawa waited at the door, eyes as tired as ever. "Rescue training today. Focus on coordination and quick thinking. Stay sharp and no showing off, You're here to learn how to save lives, not play."
The class filed inside, the massive facility opening up around them—flood zones, fire zones, rubble fields, every disaster scenario neatly sectioned off under the dome. Thirteen, the rescue hero, stood at the center platform in his bulky suit, waving them over with her usual enthusiasm.
"Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short," he began, voice steady through the helmet speaker. "Today's rescue training will test your ability to handle disasters and save lives in real-world conditions. Remember, Quirks are powerful tools, but they can also be incredibly dangerous if misused. A single mistake in a rescue situation can turn a hero into a liability—or worse. Stay focused, work as a team, and treat every scenario as if lives are truly on the line."
Cid stood near the back of the group, only half listening. His visible eye drifted across the massive dome, taking in the flood zones, the fire zones, the rubble fields—every disaster scenario neatly sectioned off under the high ceiling. The place felt bigger than the pictures, the air thick with the faint scent of ozone and damp concrete. He shifted his weight, cloak settling around his shoulders, already thinking about how little effort this would probably take.
Then something caught his attention in the central plaza below the stairs.
A black mist began to form, swirling and thickening in the open space like ink bleeding into water. Cid's eye narrowed. The mist coalesced, and a pale hand reached out, fingers twitching. A man in his early twenties stepped through—pale skin, messy light blue hair, hands covering his face and scattered across his body like grotesque accessories. Behind him, more figures poured out: low-tier villains with crude Quirks already flaring, and grotesque mutant creatures that looked like they'd been stitched together from nightmares.
Cid didn't hesitate. "Aizawa-sensei," he said, voice low but clear enough to carry. " In the Central plaza, there's a black Mist-like portal, Villains incoming."
The class tensed instantly. Aizawa's capture weapon uncoiled, eyes flashing red as he activated his Quirk. Thirteen raised both arms, ready to defend the students. The entire group went on alert, weapons and Quirks at the ready.
From the top of the stairs, the hand-covered man tilted his head, voice raspy and casual. "Huh… All Might's not here. Oh well, we did plan for that possibly happening."
He glanced sideways at the misty figure beside him. "Kurogiri. Execute plan D."
Aizawa barked an order over his shoulder. "Thirteen, evacuate the students! Get them out now!" Then he was moving, capture weapon whipping forward as he rushed down the stairs to meet the horde of villains pouring across the plaza.
While he charged, the misty figure—Kurogiri—expanded in a sudden surge of black fog, portals opening everywhere at once. His polite voice echoed through the dome. "We are the League of Villains. This building will be your tomb."
Cid flicked his visible right eye toward the mist figure, already focusing and tried to shrink him but nothing happened
Nothing happened. The majority of his body was pure smoke—no solid mass to alter, no core that he could find to lock onto. The portals opened wider. Students started vanishing, and getting yanked through the dark gates and scattered across the different zones.
Cid felt the pull hit him like cold fingers closing around his shoulder. The world blurred, colors streaking, and then he was alone.
He landed hard on cracked concrete in what looked like an abandoned urban ruin zone—twisted rebar, half-collapsed buildings, narrow alleys perfect for an ambush. He straightened, cloak settling around him, visible eye narrowing at the low-tier villains already stepping out from the shadows.
With a thought he locked on to 2 of them and activated his Quirk
Two of them collapsed inward instantly, shrinking to the size of a doll and dropping to the ground. The rest charged anyway, yelling something about easy prey.
Cid started walking toward them at his usual unhurried pace, cloak swaying. "This is it? Seriously?"