Izuku stood on the ship deck, breathing steady despite the chaos. Villain bodies floated nearby—three more since the first. His body hummed with adrenaline, but he was conserving energy. The Kujin Style techniques felt natural now. Throws. Sweeps. Trips. All designed for larger opponents.
They keep coming. How many are there?
He scanned the water with his HUD. Multiple heat signatures still circled beneath the surface. Waiting. Watching.
They're testing me. Waiting for me to tire out.
He wouldn't. He couldn't.
A massive shape moved beneath the surface—bigger than the others. Izuku tensed. That's not a grunt. That's something else.
The ship creaked. Water churned.
Then—a familiar voice. "Kero. Midoriya!"
Tsuyu pulled herself onto the ship, wet but unharmed. Water streamed from her hair, her costume clinging to her frame, but her eyes were steady. Izuku's shoulders dropped with relief.
"Tsuyu! You're okay!"
"Kero. Barely." She shook water from her hair, her tongue flicking out to taste the air. "The warp sent me somewhere else in the flood zone. I've been swimming and fighting for a while. There were at least four of them. Water-type villains. They thought they had an advantage."
She looked at the unconscious villains scattered across the deck—the ones Izuku had dropped, one by one, as they climbed aboard. Then she looked back at him, something like respect flickering in her wide eyes.
"You've been busy."
"They kept coming. I held."
"Kero. Good. We're stronger together."
They stood back-to-back, scanning the water. The ship creaked around them. Somewhere in the distance, an explosion echoed—another zone, another fight. Tsuyu's tongue flicked out again, tasting the air, reading the currents.
"Anyone else?"
"Not yet. But I saw heat signatures—multiple. And one big one." Izuku pointed toward the deeper water, where the shadows moved with purpose. "That one's been circling for a while. Waiting."
"Kero. Letting the weaker ones tire you out first."
"Too smart for a grunt. That one's leading them."
Tsuyu's tongue flicked once more. She tilted her head, listening to something Izuku couldn't hear. "There's someone else close. Screaming."
Izuku blinked. "Screaming?"
"Kero. Very loudly."
A high-pitched scream echoed across the water. Mineta came flying out of nowhere—launched from somewhere, limbs flailing like a ragdoll tossed by a child—and splashed down near the ship with a cry that cut off mid-screech.
He surfaced, sputtering, crying, thrashing. "I HATE THIS! I HATE WATER! I HATE VILLAINS! I HATE EVERYTHING! I HATE WHOEVER DESIGNED THIS FACILITY! I HATE—"
Tsuyu's tongue extended, grabbed him by the scruff of his costume, and yanked him onto the deck in one smooth motion. Mineta hit the metal with a wet slap and immediately clung to it like a drowning man, his fingers scrabbling for purchase, his whole body trembling.
"I'M ALIVE! I'M ACTUALLY ALIVE! I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE!" His voice cracked, tears and seawater mixing on his face. "THERE WERE LIKE TWELVE OF THEM AND THEY KEPT COMING AND I RAN AND RAN AND THEN SOMETHING GRABBED ME AND THREW ME AND—"
"Mineta." Izuku's voice was calm, steady, cutting through the panic. "Mineta. Breathe. You're safe now."
Mineta looked up. Saw them. Saw Izuku's steady gaze and Tsuyu's patient eyes. His face crumpled.
"MIDORIYA! TSUYU! YOU'RE HERE!" Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. "WE'RE GOING TO LIVE! WE'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO LIVE!"
"Kero." Tsuyu placed a finger to her lips, her expression softening. "Lower your voice. Villains in the water."
Mineta clamped his mouth shut so fast his teeth clicked. He peeked over the edge of the ship, his eyes wide as dinner plates. "Villains? In the water? WITH US?!" His voice came out as a strangled whisper. "How many? Are they big? Are they coming? ARE THEY COMING RIGHT NOW?!"
"They've been attacking in waves." Izuku moved to the edge, scanning the water again. The heat signatures were still circling. Still waiting. "We've held so far."
Mineta's shoulders slumped. "We? You mean YOU held." He looked at his hands, small and trembling. "I just got here and I'm already useless. I couldn't even fight my own villains. They chased me around some stupid shipwreck thing and I just ran and hid like a coward."
"Kero. Not useless." Tsuyu pointed at the deck beneath them, her finger tapping the rusted metal. "Your quirk works on surfaces. The ship is a surface."
Mineta paused. Looked at the deck. Looked at his hands. Looked back at the deck.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
"I can work with this."
The three of them huddled on the ship deck, voices low, movements quick. Izuku took point, his eyes tracking the shadows beneath the water.
"Tsuyu, you're our eyes in the water. Can you track them?"
"Kero. My tongue can sense vibrations. I'll know when they're close." She knelt at the edge, her fingers brushing the water's surface. "How many waves have you fought off?"
"Four. Maybe five." Izuku's jaw tightened. "Lost count after a while."
Tsuyu's eyes widened slightly—the only sign of surprise she allowed herself. "That's... a lot."
"They're testing our endurance. The big one's waiting for us to tire out."
She nodded, understanding flickering across her face. "Mineta." She turned to him, her voice steady. "You set traps on the ship's edges. If they try to climb up, they stick."
Mineta's grin widened, his earlier terror replaced by something that looked almost like glee. "On it! I'll make this ship IMPENETRABLE! They'll try to climb and just—boing—stuck! Like flies on flypaper! Except the flies are villains and the flypaper is my amazing—"
"Mineta." Izuku's voice cut through, not harsh, but firm. "Focus."
"Right. Right. Focusing." Mineta scrambled to the edge, already popping sticky balls from his head with practiced efficiency. "Focusing like a—a very focused thing. A laser. I'm a laser."
"I'll engage anyone who gets through." Izuku settled into his stance, weight distributed, breath steady. "Tsuyu, you support—pull them off balance, grab them from angles. Mineta, covering fire with whatever you have left."
"Kero. Solid plan." Tsuyu's tongue flicked out, tasting the air. Then she glanced back at Izuku, her expression unreadable. "What about the big one?"
Izuku thought of the Kujin Style. Techniques designed for larger opponents. Techniques that had flowed through him during the fight, settling into his muscles like they'd always been there.
"I'll handle the big one." His voice was calm. Certain. "I have something for that."
They moved into position.
The attacks came in waves.
First wave: three villains tried to climb aboard. They emerged from the water silently, claws digging into the ship's hull, their movements coordinated, practiced. But Mineta's traps caught two immediately—their hands glued to the metal, their curses filling the air as they thrashed against the sticky spheres.
The third made it onto the deck, claws extended, mouth open in a snarl.
Izuku flowed in. Kujin Style sweep—low, fast, taking the villain's legs out from under him. The villain hit the deck hard, air rushing from his lungs. Tsuyu's tongue wrapped around his arm, pinning him in place. Izuku struck a pressure point—precise, controlled—and the villain went limp.
Mineta pumped his fist. "HA! DID YOU SEE THAT? THEY'RE STUCK! THEY CAN'T MOVE! I'M A GENIUS!"
"Kero. Good job." Tsuyu hauled the unconscious villain to the edge, pushing him overboard. "Now reload."
Second wave: five villains, more coordinated. They'd learned from the first wave—avoided the obvious traps, spread out along the ship's perimeter. Two climbed the stern, their movements quick and practiced. Three came over the bow, spreading out to flank.
Tsuyu's tongue shot out, grabbed one by the ankle, and yanked him into the water. She followed without hesitation, diving in after him, her body cutting through the surface like a blade. The water churned—she could fight there too.
Mineta threw sticky balls from a safe position, his aim improving with each toss. Two more villains stuck to the ship's railing, their struggles only making the adhesion worse.
Izuku engaged two at once. Kujin Style throws, trips, grounding techniques—each move flowing into the next. One villain was larger, slower, his bulk making him predictable. Izuku swept his legs, took him down, finished with a controlled strike to the temple. The second villain swung wildly, desperation in his eyes. Izuku ducked, flowed around the strike, and locked his arm, forcing him to the deck.
Tsuyu surfaced a moment later, dragging an unconscious villain behind her. Water streamed from her hair, but her breathing was steady. "Kero. Two down. One more swimming away."
"Let him go." Izuku's chest was heaving, but his voice was calm. "He'll report to the others."
Third wave: they were holding. Working as a unit. But the villains kept coming.
Tsuyu pulled herself back onto the deck, water streaming from her costume, her tongue flicking out to taste the air. "Kero. Three more approaching. Fast ones."
Mineta's voice cracked. "I'm running low on balls! Like... really low! Single digits low!"
"Save what you have." Izuku stepped to the edge, his stance widening. "I'll take point."
He met them head-on. Bast reflexes. Flexible trait. Kujin Style. All of it flowing together like water finding its course. The first villain swung wildly, his claws whistling past Izuku's ear. Izuku ducked, swept, grounded. The second tried to flank, circling around the edge of the deck. Tsuyu's tongue caught his ankle, pulled him off balance. Izuku spun, struck, dropped.
The third hesitated. His eyes darted between his fallen comrades and the three students who had put them there.
Mineta's last sticky ball caught him in the face.
He went down screaming, hands clawing at the purple sphere covering his eyes.
They won. Again.
Izuku breathed hard, chest heaving, the green lightning of Full Cowling flickering around his shoulders. "How many more?"
Tsuyu's tongue flicked. Her eyes narrowed. "The big one's moving. It's coming."
The water churned.
A massive shape rose from the depths, water cascading from its shoulders like a waterfall. The villain was huge—easily three meters tall, built like a tank, with thick grey hide that looked more like armor than skin. His eyes were small, cruel, gleaming with something that might have been intelligence. Scars crisscrossed his body—old wounds, badges of survival. His hands ended in wicked claws that scraped against the ship's hull as he pulled himself up.
"Impressive." His voice rumbled like stones grinding together, deep and slow. He hauled himself onto a nearby platform, water streaming from his massive frame. "You little heroes took out my squad. All twelve of them. That's actually impressive."
Izuku stepped forward, positioning himself between the villain and the others. His voice was low, steady. "Tsuyu, Mineta—stay back. Support if you can, but don't engage directly."
"Kero." Tsuyu's eyes never left the villain. "Be careful. That one's strong."
Mineta's voice was a whisper. "DON'T DIE! I JUST MADE FRIENDS!"
The villain chuckled, a sound like rocks tumbling downhill. "Friends. How cute." He cracked his neck, the bones popping loudly in the sudden silence. "I'm different from the others. Smarter. Stronger. I don't tire. I don't stop." His eyes fixed on Izuku, cold and assessing. "I just... keep... going."
He charged.
For something so large, he moved with terrifying speed. The platform shuddered under his weight. Water exploded behind him.
Izuku flowed. Bast reflexes. Flexible trait. His body moved before his mind caught up. The villain's claw passed centimeters from his face, close enough to feel the wind of it, close enough to see the rust on his knuckles.
Kujin Style. For big opponents. This is what it's for.
He swept at the villain's legs. The technique was sound—designed to take down larger opponents by removing their base. But the villain's legs were too thick, too stable. The strike glanced off like hitting a concrete pillar.
Adapt.
He targeted the knee instead—the joint, the weak point. He struck with 8% of One For All, his fist connecting with the side of the villain's knee.
The villain roared. His leg buckled, just for a moment, but it was enough.
Izuku moved in. Throws. Trips. Grounding techniques. The villain was heavy—so heavy—but off-balance, and that was all Izuku needed. He flowed around him, striking joints, targeting tendons, forcing the massive body to move in directions it didn't want to go.
Tsuyu's tongue wrapped around the villain's ankle and pulled hard. The villain cursed, his footing slipping, his massive arms windmilling as he fought to stay upright.
Mineta threw his last sticky ball at the villain's face. It caught him across the eyes, blinding him for a split second—just long enough.
Izuku found the weak spot. The back of the knee. The same spot he'd targeted before.
He struck with everything he had.
The villain collapsed.
Izuku grounded him, his knee pressing into the villain's spine, his hand finding the pressure point at the base of his skull. One strike. Precise. Controlled.
The big one went limp.
Silence.
Water lapped against the hull. The ship creaked. Somewhere in the distance, an explosion echoed, but here, in the flood zone, there was only the sound of breathing.
Izuku's chest heaved. Sweat mixed with seawater on his face. His arms trembled with exhaustion.
He looked at Tsuyu. At Mineta.
They were alive.
The three of them sat on the ship deck, catching their breath. The water was still. For now.
Mineta stared at the unconscious villains scattered around them. At the big one floating face-down near the ship. At Izuku and Tsuyu, battered but alive.
"We actually did that." His voice was quiet, almost reverent. "We beat them. All of them. Like... actually beat them."
"Kero." Tsuyu wrung water from her hair. "Teamwork."
Mineta looked at Izuku with something like awe. "You were amazing. How do you move like that? You were like—like water or something. Flowing everywhere. They couldn't touch you."
"Training." Izuku's voice was tired, but steady. "Lots of training."
"Kero." Tsuyu's eyes crinkled. "Modest."
Mineta's voice dropped. "I've never fought real villains before. I was so scared. Like... literally almost peed my pants scared."
"Being scared is normal." Izuku met his eyes. "You still fought. You still helped. That's what matters."
Mineta paused. Looked at his hands—small hands, trembling hands, hands that had thrown sticky balls and trapped villains and done something real. Then, quietly: "Thanks. For not leaving me behind. You could have. I'm not exactly... useful. But you didn't."
"Kero." Tsuyu's voice was soft. "We're classmates. We don't leave each other."
A comfortable silence settled over them. The ship creaked. Water lapped against the hull. Somewhere in the distance, another explosion echoed, but here, in this moment, there was peace.
Mineta broke the silence. "So... what now?"
Izuku looked toward the distant sounds of battle. Toward the central plaza where the real fight was happening. Where Aizawa was fighting alone. Where the Nomu waited.
"Now we wait. Iida went for help. All Might will come." He paused, the words tasting strange in his mouth. "We just need to survive until then."
But even as he said it, doubt crept in. What if All Might takes longer? What if he doesn't arrive in time? What if... he doesn't come?
In the show, he saved them. But this was his reality now. His life. His responsibility. And the others—the friends he'd started to make, the classmates who were scattered across this facility fighting their own battles—they were his responsibility too.
Tsuyu's voice cut through his thoughts. "Kero. And protect each other."
Izuku nodded. Protect each other. That's the mission now.
A massive explosion of electricity echoed from somewhere across the facility. The ground shook. Water rippled. The ship groaned beneath them.
Mineta jumped. "WHAT WAS THAT?! THAT WAS HUGE!"
Izuku stood, staring toward the sound. "Kaminari. That was Kaminari's quirk."
My other classmates have already started fighting. They're scattered all over this facility, each of them fighting their own battles. Each of them surviving.
"Kero." Tsuyu's voice was steady. "The villains said they came to kill him. To kill All Might. That's why they're here."
Izuku's mind raced. All Might vs Nomu. That's the main event. But our classmates are scattered everywhere, fighting for their lives.
Mineta scrambled to his feet. "Should we go help?! We can't just sit here while—"
Izuku made his decision. "Each and every one of our classmates must have been scattered. Forcing them to fight the villains alone or in small groups." He looked at Tsuyu, at Mineta, at the water that separated them from the rest of the facility. "Let's get out of here and meet with the others."
"Kero. I understand." Tsuyu moved to the edge of the ship, testing the currents with her tongue. "That's how we help."
More explosions lit the sky. Electricity. Ice. Something that looked like Dark Shadow's form, massive and writhing. They watched in silence, hoping their classmates were okay.
They started moving. Tsuyu jumped off the boat, her body cutting cleanly into the water. She surfaced a moment later, steady, ready. Izuku followed, carrying Mineta across the water while Tsuyu provided support. Small ripples and explosions continued in the distance. The flood zone stretched around them, debris and platforms leading toward the central area.
Mineta clung to Izuku's shoulder. "Hey... Midoriya? You think we'll make it? All of us? Like... everyone?"
Izuku's jaw tightened. "I think we're stronger than we know. All of us."
"Kero." Tsuyu's voice was firm. "Class 1-A is special. We have something other classes don't."
Mineta's voice was small. "Even me? You really think I'm special?"
"Kero. Even you." Tsuyu glanced back at him, her expression softening. "Your quirk saved us today. Multiple times."
Mineta looked at his hands. At the few sticky balls still clinging to his head. A small, genuine smile crept across his face—not the leering grin, not the desperate mask, but something real.
"I... I actually helped. I really helped."
"You did." Izuku meant it. "We couldn't have held on without you. The traps, the covering fire—you were essential."
Mineta puffed up slightly, his earlier terror fading into something like pride. "Yeah. Yeah, I did! I'M A HERO! A REAL HERO!"
A pause. Then Mineta, now comfortable, added with a perverted grin that was somehow familiar and infuriating all at once: "You know, it would've been nicer to be carried by a girl though. Soft and warm... maybe Tsuyu could—"
Izuku chopped his head with practiced force. "Oi, don't complain."
Mineta yelped. "OW! I'm bleeding! My head is bleeding! That's going to leave a mark!"
"Kero." Tsuyu's voice was flat, unimpressed. "Pervert."
They found themselves hiding behind a large rock near the Central Plaza.
The sounds of battle were closer now—explosions, crashing, someone shouting. They peered out at the scene before them, and the world seemed to stop.
Despair and hopelessness etched onto Mineta and Tsuyu's faces. Izuku's face contorted with rage.
The three-meter Nomu towered in the center of the plaza, its exposed brain pulsing with each heartbeat, muscles twitching with inhuman energy. It stood like a monument to violence, unmoving, unfeeling, its empty eyes fixed on something on the ground.
Shigaraki stood nearby, scratching his neck with lazy, absent fingers. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, the hands clutching his face casting strange shadows across his features. He looked bored. Unconcerned. Like this was all just entertainment.
Kurogiri floated at the edge, mist swirling around his form, his yellow eyes tracking the scene with patient calculation.
And beneath Nomu's massive foot—
Aizawa-sensei.
His right arm was broken, bent at an unnatural angle that made Izuku's stomach turn. Bits of his elbow had been decayed by Shigaraki's quirk, flesh and bone flaking away like ash. His capture weapon lay torn and useless beside him. His face was pressed into the ground by Nomu's foot, blood pooling beneath him, spreading across the concrete in a slow, dark circle.
But he was still conscious. Still fighting. Still glaring up at his attackers with eyes that held no fear, only defiance. His good hand clawed at the ground, trying to push himself up, even as Nomu pressed down harder.
Mineta's voice cracked completely, each word splintering. "Wha-What...? Aizawa-sensei's gonna die!! He's gonna die right there and we can't—we can't do anything—"
Tsuyu covered her mouth with both hands, stifling sobs that shook her shoulders. "Kero…" A sad, broken kero that sounded nothing like her usual calm. Her fingers pressed against her lips like she was trying to hold herself together.
Izuku's face burned with raw anger. His body tensed, coiled, ready to launch. Ready to fight. Ready to do something—anything.
But he hesitated.
The horror of the scene froze him for just a moment. His mind raced, caught between instinct and calculation, between the boy who charged in and the tactician who needed to survive.
If I charge in, I could die. We could all die. Nomu could kill me in one hit. Shigaraki could decay me to nothing.
He watched Aizawa's fingers scrape against the concrete, still trying to rise, still refusing to give up.
But if I don't—Aizawa-sensei dies right there.
He's our teacher. He protected us. He sent Iida for help. He fought alone against all of them.
I can't—I won't—
His face hardened. The hesitation burned away like mist before the sun. Determination settled into his bones, heavy and certain.
No! I will not let Aizawa-sensei die! GO BEYOND! PLUS ULTRA!
He turned to the others. His voice was low, urgent, but steady. "Mineta, Tsuyu. The moment there's an opening, you take Aizawa-sensei and run toward Thirteen and the others at the entrance. Don't stop. Don't look back. Just run."
Mineta's eyes went wide, his earlier bravado crumbling. "What?! You want us to get involved in that, Midoriya?! That thing will kill you! That hand guy will—"
Tsuyu grabbed his arm, her grip fierce, her eyes locked on Izuku. "Izuku-kun, that's dangerous! That's suicide! You can't—"
"I will open up a path!" His voice cut through their protests, not harsh, but final. "Help me!"
One For All. Full Cowling Maximum Output: 15%.
Through weeks of training and combat experience, Izuku had pushed his limits further than anyone expected. His natural talent combined with Master Hand-to-Hand and Bast reflexes allowed him to briefly tap into 15% for short bursts. The Verdant Knight armor helped distribute the strain across his body. It was his absolute limit—anything more would break bones.
Green lightning crackled around his body. The emerald lines on his armor glowed brilliantly, pulsing with power. The air around him seemed to hum, to vibrate, to bend around the sheer force of the energy pouring from his skin.
He exploded forward.
Mineta's voice was swallowed by the wind. "MIDORIYA!! WAIT!!"
Tsuyu's scream followed. "IZUKU-KUN!! HOLD ON!!"
Izuku moved faster than he ever had in his life.
15% Full Cowling. Bast reflexes at maximum. The world slowed around him to a crawl—every detail sharp, every movement deliberate. He could see the individual drops of water hanging in the air, the way Nomu's muscles twitched beneath its grey skin, the lazy scratch of Shigaraki's fingers against his neck, the slow swirl of Kurogiri's mist.
Nomu was focused on Aizawa. Kurogiri watched the plaza entrance. Shigaraki was exposed. Distracted. Arrogant.
I know from the plot—Nomu follows Shigaraki's orders. Take out the head, and the body falters. Even for a moment. That's all we need.
He closed the distance in seconds. The plaza blurred past him. His feet barely touched the ground.
Shigaraki noticed at the last possible moment. His eyes widened. His scratching stopped. "What—"
Izuku's first strike connected with Shigaraki's wrist—the hand-covered one, the decay quirk. He felt bone shift under his fist, felt the satisfying crack of something breaking. Shigaraki hissed, stumbling back, clutching his arm to his chest. Izuku followed up—a kick to the ribs that cracked something vital, a palm strike to the chest that sent him reeling across the plaza.
Shigaraki gasped, rage and shock warring on his face. Blood dripped from his lip. "You little—Nomu! NOMU!"
But Nomu was already turning, its massive form shifting with terrifying speed. Izuku landed another hit—a clean strike to Shigaraki's jaw that snapped his head back, that sent spittle and blood flying. Shigaraki's eyes went wide, wild, furious.
Izuku's voice was flat, cold, utterly devoid of fear. "What a fucking mob. Easy."
He taunted.
Shigaraki's face contorted, his composure crumbling. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL DECAY EVERY PART OF YOU!"
Izuku smiled. "GG."
Nomu lunged.
Izuku flowed backward, dodging by millimeters, by instinct, by luck. The wind from that punch alone tore at his costume, ripped at his hair, left his ears ringing. The ground where he'd been standing cratered under the force of it.
Got his attention. That's enough. That's all I needed.
Across the plaza, Tsuyu moved. Her tongue shot out, wrapped around Aizawa's waist, and yanked him free from under Nomu's foot with a single, fluid motion. Mineta threw his last sticky balls, creating a barrier of purple spheres between them and the villains—not enough to stop them, but enough to slow them, enough to buy seconds.
They ran. Toward the entrance. Toward Thirteen. Toward safety.
Izuku retreated, leading Nomu away from the escape route. He dodged, weaved, flowed—15% speed, Bast reflexes, Flexible trait, all of it working together, all of it pushing his body to its absolute limit. But Nomu was faster. Stronger. Relentless. Each dodge was narrower than the last. Each breath came harder.
He was running out of room. Running out of time. Running out of options.
Then—
"RRRRRRAGHHHH!!!"
Bakugo dropped from above like a meteor, his palms blazing, a massive blast catching Nomu directly in the face. The creature stumbled back, smoke rising from its exposed brain, its head snapping to the side under the force of the explosion.
Kirishima landed beside Izuku, body hardened to diamond, fists raised, face split by a fierce grin.
"MANLY ENTRANCE!"
From the other side—ice spread across the ground in a wave, blue and crystalline, freezing everything in its path. Todoroki walked forward, expression cold as his quirk, half his body wreathed in frost, steam rising from his right side.
"You're not fighting alone."
Behind him, scattered students arrived.
Kaminari, sparks flying from his whole body, hair standing on end, his grin wild and unsteady. Jiro, earphone jacks ready, plugged into the ground, feeling the vibrations of every movement. Sero, tape swinging from a collapsed pillar, already looking for high ground. Tokoyami, Dark Shadow roaring and thrashing behind him, barely contained. Shoji, multiple arms extended, eyes scanning, ready for anything. Ojiro, tail lashing, stance solid, blood on his face that wasn't his own.
They were battered. Exhausted. Some were bleeding. Some could barely stand. But they were alive. All of them.
Bakugo landed hard, smoke rising from his palms, his chest heaving. But his eyes were sharp, fixed on Izuku, something unreadable in them.
"Deku!" His voice was a snarl, but underneath it, something else. "Stop doing stupid things alone! You're not the only one who can fight!"
A feral grin spread across his face. Izuku's chest heaved, 15% dropping back to 8% as exhaustion hit him like a wave. But he grinned back.
"What took you so long?" He shifted into a more comfortable stance, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him.
Kirishima's grin widened, blood still drying on his face, his teeth gleaming. "All of us. We're not leaving anyone behind." His voice was steady, certain. "That's what heroes do."
From the entrance, a voice cut through the chaos.
"IZUKU!"
Uraraka was running toward him, tears streaming down her face, her uniform torn, her hands scraped. She crashed into him, grabbing his arms, checking him frantically—his face, his chest, his hands, his face again.
"Are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere?!"
Izuku's voice came out barely a whisper. "I'm okay. We're all okay."
She held on. Her fingers dug into his arms like she was afraid he'd disappear. He leaned into her, just slightly, just enough. His body was screaming, his muscles burning, his vision swimming at the edges. But he was standing. They were all standing.
Yaoyorozu knelt beside Aizawa, her quirk already working, creating bandages, creating splints, creating whatever she could to keep him stable until help arrived. Her hands were steady, but her voice cracked when she spoke.
"He's alive. Barely. We need help. Now."
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NOTE: This is my first time writing a bit extensive fight scenes, I tried to express my imagination as much as I could, I was hoping that for this Izuku he is a heavy martial artist that actually know how to move, although canon deku was a master tactician I wouldn't say that the way he fights is choreographically appealing yk? I want my mc to be like spiderman and garou at the same time. It's just a developed fighting style I thought of for him rn really because he doesn't really practice canon deku's early self-destructive fighting style. As cool as it looked in the anime. I'm pretty sure it was painful and disorienting asf. Hope you enjoyedd itt
Also sorry for not posting I was at the hospital for a bit so here's 2 chapters