"I believe the world is full of danger. I want to protect you from it. Only because inside me is the same impulse as that danger."
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[MY HERO ACADEMIA]
As I approached the school entrance, a swarm of reporters suddenly surrounded me, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust toward my face like they owned the place. I barely spared them a glance, annoyed by their invasive persistence.
"All I can say..." I muttered, keeping my voice calm but clipped,
"...is that he's not the best at teaching sometimes, but overall... he's okay."
Without waiting for follow-up questions or giving them the satisfaction of my attention, I pushed past them, keeping my hands in my pockets and my gaze fixed ahead. I didn't bother to look back once, letting the crowd murmur and fumble behind me as I walked away.
I slipped into the classroom and headed straight for my usual seat, dropping into it with practiced ease. The low chatter around the room slowly faded as homeroom time rolled in.
From the corner of the room, Aizawa finally crawled out of his sleeping bag, looking as dead inside as ever. The moment he did, every conversation cut off. All eyes were on him.
"Good work on yesterday's combat training," he said flatly. "I reviewed the footage and the results."
His tired gaze shifted to me. "You, Kayama. I only saw what happened near the end of your match. Did you cover the cameras with your Quirk?"
The room immediately turned toward me.
"My Quirk covered the lenses by accident," I answered evenly, unfazed.
Aizawa stared at me for a moment before shrugging.
"Fine. You didn't cause any trouble, so it's not an issue." His eyes slid to another target.
"However, Bakugo. You're talented. So stop acting like a brat."
Bakugo clicked his tongue and looked away. "I know."
"And Midoriya," Aizawa continued, barely lifting his head, "you solved things by breaking your arm again."
Midoriya stiffened.
"You can't keep hiding behind 'I can't control my Quirk,'" Aizawa said bluntly.
"I don't like repeating myself. Once you fix that control problem, you'll be able to do a lot more than you think."
Midoriya's face lit up like he'd just been handed a lifeline. "Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya."
"Yes, sir!" he replied instantly.
Aizawa set his papers aside. "Alright. Homeroom business." He paused, then added, "Sorry for the short notice, but today you'll be deciding—"
Another test?
"—a class representative."
...Oh. That's it?
The room immediately exploded with noise, half the class shouting that they wanted the position. I barely reacted, until one voice cut cleanly through the chaos.
"Silence, please!" Everyone turned. Including me.
Iida stood up straight, glasses glinting as he adjusted his posture. "This role carries serious responsibility. It is not something to be treated lightly or claimed on a whim. A leader must earn the trust of those they guide."
He raised his hand sharply. "If we are to respect democratic principles, then the correct course of action is to hold a formal election."
He finished his speech with his hand still raised, higher than anyone else's. The irony was impressive.
"Then why'd you even suggest that?" Kaminari asked.
"We've barely known each other," Asui added. "How are we supposed to trust anyone yet?"
"And if everyone just votes for themselves..." Kirishima muttered.
Iida chopped the air decisively.
"That is precisely why multiple votes matter! Anyone who receives more than one vote can be reasonably considered the most suitable candidate." He turned toward the front.
"Isn't that right, Mr. Aizawa?"
"I don't care," Aizawa replied from inside his sleeping bag. "Just decide before homeroom ends."
"Thank you very much!"
. . .
Once the commotion died down and the votes were finally tallied, the results were announced. Midoriya had come out on top with three votes. Yaoyorozu followed closely with two. I'd voted for Yaoyorozu myself. Honestly, I hadn't expected anyone to vote for Midoriya, yet here we were.
Not long after, lunch break rolled around. I didn't waste any time heading for the cafeteria. Eating alone suited me just fine. I'd packed lunch at home earlier with Nemuri, so there was no reason to burn money on cafeteria food.
I scanned the room out of habit, picked an empty table off to the side, and set my bag down. The lid of my lunchbox clicked open, the familiar smell easing some of the tension from the morning. Quiet. Peaceful. Exactly how I liked it.
That peace lasted about thirty seconds.
"U-um... can we sit here?"
I looked up. Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka stood there, trays in hand. I gave a short nod and went back to my food, not bothering to say anything. That seemed to be answer enough.
They sat down, and of course, Midoriya ended up right beside me.
"There really are a lot of people today," Uraraka said, glancing around the packed cafeteria.
"That is because students from the Hero, Support, and Management courses all share this cafeteria," Iida explained, posture straight as ever. "Congestion during lunch hours is inevitable."
'He's not wrong,' I thought. 'One cafeteria means everyone funnels into the same space.'
Uraraka took a bite of her rice, eyes lighting up immediately. "Wow... this rice is really good!"
Midoriya, meanwhile, stared down at his tray, shoulders slightly hunched. "Even though I was chosen as class representative... I don't know if I'm really suited for it."
I shifted my gaze toward him briefly while chewing, but didn't comment.
"You are," Uraraka said immediately, mouth still half-full.
Iida nodded with conviction. "I agree. Your courage and decision-making under pressure are admirable traits. They inspire trust." He straightened slightly. "That is why I voted for you."
'So Iida was one of them,' I noted silently, eyes flicking between them before returning to my lunch.
Midoriya's head snapped up. "Y-You voted for me?!"
Uraraka tilted her head toward Iida. "Wait, didn't you want to be class rep too, Iida? I mean... you've got the glasses and everything."
'She really doesn't think before she speaks.' I deadpanned.
Iida calmly lifted his glass and took a measured sip of orange juice. "Wanting a position and being suitable for it are entirely separate matters. I merely acted according to my judgment."
"Merely?" Midoriya and Uraraka echoed in sync.
I paused mid-bite, raised an eyebrow, then continued eating.
"You don't usually use that word," Midoriya pointed out.
Iida stiffened slightly. "Ah... that is—"
He was cut off when Uraraka leaned closer, curiosity written all over her face.
"You know," she said casually, "are you, like... a rich kid, Iida?"
'Zero filter,' I thought.
Iida visibly flinched, then sighed. "That... is precisely why I've been attempting to adjust my manner of speech. I wished to avoid being labeled that way."
'At least he's self-aware,' I conceded, taking a sip of my drink while observing him more closely. Midoriya and Uraraka stared at him expectantly.
"Yes," Iida continued after a brief pause. "My family has produced heroes for generations. I am the second son."
"What?!"
"Whoa, seriously?!"
Their reactions overlapped instantly.
'Makes sense,' I thought. 'The formality...'
Iida then asked, "Do you know the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?"
Midoriya practically lit up. "Of course! He's super famous! He runs a Tokyo agency with, like, sixty-five sidekicks!"
"D-Don't tell me...!"
"He's your older brother, right?" I asked, finally speaking up.
Iida shot to his feet instantly, hands on his hips, chest puffed out with unmistakable pride
"Correct! Ingenium is my esteemed elder brother!"
"He just says it straight out," Uraraka said, impressed.
Midoriya stared at Iida like he'd just been handed a signed hero encyclopedia. The cafeteria lights reflected off Iida's glasses as he spoke again, his tone firm but sincere.
"He is a hero worthy of respect," Iida said. "He follows the rules without exception, inspires others, and leads by example."
His voice softened as he sat back down. "I chose this path because I wished to become like him. However... I lack the experience required to lead others just yet."
"I–Iida..." Midoriya started.
"Unlike me," Iida continued, turning toward him with a composed smile, "you understood the true intent of the practical portion of the entrance exam. Your actions were guided by judgment and compassion, not self-interest."
I kept eating, listening quietly.
"That is precisely why," Iida finished, nodding once, "you are more suited to the role of class representative."
Midoriya froze as Uraraka beamed beside him. For a brief moment, the noise of the cafeteria faded into the background.
Uraraka tilted her head, her expression softening as she looked at him. "You know... I think this might be the first time I've ever seen you smile, Iida."
I finished the last bite of my lunch and glanced up at him. "Same here," I added evenly. "You always struck me as the type who doesn't."
Iida froze for a split second, clearly caught off guard. His eyes widened behind his glasses. "W-What? That's not true! I smile all the time!"
Uraraka squinted at him, clearly unconvinced. "Do you?"
He opened his mouth to argue, then hesitated, lips twitching as if he was trying to prove her point on the spot. The attempt only made him look stiffer.
I leaned back slightly. "Yeah," I said dryly. "Sure you do."
Midoriya had just opened his mouth to say something when a sharp, grating sound tore through the cafeteria. The sudden blare of the security alarm made everyone freeze.
"An alarm?!" Midoriya exclaimed, half-rising from his seat as his eyes darted around.
Before anyone could react further, the intercom crackled to life, its mechanical voice echoing throughout the room.
"There has been a Level-three security breach."
A stunned silence followed, then murmurs exploded all at once.
"What?!" a student near Iida shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
Chairs scraped loudly against the floor as heads turned toward the speakers, tension instantly replacing the casual lunch atmosphere. The intercom continued, firm and unmistakably serious.
"All students, please evacuate outdoors immediately. Proceed in an orderly manner."
"What's level three security?" Iida asked the student beside him.
"It means someone is trespassing on school grounds," The students said sharply, "I've never seen anything like this in the three years I've been here!"
The third-year student took off down the hall almost immediately, glancing back just long enough to add,
"You should hurry too!"
Trespassing, huh? I exhaled through my nose. So that's all this is.
By the time we reached the hallway, it was already packed wall to wall with students pouring out of classrooms. Shoulders slammed into each other, shoes scuffed loudly against the floor, and panic spread like wildfire. Everyone moved without thinking, like ants after their nest was kicked.
I turned my gaze toward the windows and funneled EST into my eyes, my vision sharpening and zooming in unnaturally, like a set of binoculars locking into focus.
"...Press," I muttered, clicking my tongue.
"What a pain."
Right on cue, someone crashed into my shoulder. I barely moved. Looking down, I found Midoriya stumbling back with a startled apology already forming on his lips.
"These people are losing their minds over nothing," I said flatly. Then I called out to Iida, "Iida, look outside!"
He did, and his eyes went wide the instant he saw the swarm of reporters clustered beyond the gates.
"Everyone, please remain calm—!" he tried to shout. A second later, he was shoved hard against the window by the surge of students, glasses crooked as the hallway erupted into full chaos.
I slipped between bodies with practiced ease, timing my steps, then planted a foot against the shoulders of two smaller students and vaulted upward. Darkness pooled beneath my boots, thick and tangible, lifting me effortlessly into the air.
"Iida!" I called.
He reached out just as I reinforced my grip with EST, grabbing his uniform collar and hurling him forward in a clean arc. He recovered instantly, boots skidding against the wall as his engines roared to life.
"Engine Boost!"
He shot ahead. By then, Iida had ended up pinned against the wall, literally, balanced awkwardly atop an illuminated exit sign. His shoes trembled as he struggled to keep his footing, one hand gripping a pipe overhead like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.
"E-Everyone, please remain calm!" he shouted, voice echoing down the corridor.
Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it worked.
The hallway went still. Students froze mid-step, wide-eyed as they stared at him. Even I paused, watching from above.
...Well. Paused might not be the right word. I was still hovering a few feet in the air, shadows condensed beneath my boots like a solid platform. I glanced down at it briefly, the familiar darkness steady and obedient.
Iida swallowed, then straightened as much as one could while standing on an exit sign.
"It is merely the media!" he continued, regaining his rhythm.
"There is no cause for alarm! This is U.A. High School, let us conduct ourselves in a manner befitting the best of the best!"
The effect was immediate. The tension drained from the hallway like someone had flipped a switch. Murmurs replaced shouting. And eventually, they calmed down.
Then sirens wailed from outside the school grounds.
"The police are here!"
"Oh, thank goodness."
I slowly lowered myself back to the floor, the darkness dissolving into nothing as my feet touched down.
I let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. What a troublesome day.
_____
Third Person's P.O.V
After the chaos in the hallway finally settled, classes resumed as if nothing extraordinary had happened, though the tension still lingered faintly in the air. Class 1-A returned to their seats, the earlier panic now replaced with low murmurs and restless energy.
At the front of the room, Midoriya stood stiffly beside Yaoyorozu, hands clenched at his sides. Being the center of attention still clearly wasn't something he was used to.
"N-Now then," he began, voice wavering despite his effort to sound composed.
"Let's... let's decide on the remaining class officers." He hesitated, then bowed slightly.
"But, before that... may I say something?
Yaoyorozu blinked in surprise, turning her gaze toward him.
Midoriya inhaled deeply, then blurted out, eyes squeezed shut, "I think Tenya Iida should be the class representative after all!"
A stunned silence followed.
Iida froze in place, eyes wide behind his glasses as Midoriya hurried on, words tumbling out with earnest intensity.
"He managed to stop everyone in the hallway earlier, in such a calm and decisive way. He took control when things were at their worst."
Midoriya straightened, finally opening his eyes and meeting Iida's gaze with a gentle, sincere smile. "I really think he's the best person for the role."
Iida looked like his brain had completely short-circuited.
Kirishima was the first to break the silence. "Yeah, I'm cool with that!" he said brightly. "If Midoriya says it, I believe him, and Iida seriously came in clutch back at the cafeteria."
He turned toward Kaminari with a grin. "Right?"
Kaminari laughed. "Totally. Plus, he literally looked like one of those emergency exit guys up on the wall."
"That's true!" someone chimed in.
Before the mood could get any more sentimental, Aizawa's voice cut through the room like a blade.
"You're wasting time," he muttered flatly.
"I don't care how you decide it, just hurry up."
Without another word, he rolled over inside his sleeping bag on the floor, cocooning himself like a tired caterpillar. Midoriya flinched.
Iida stood abruptly, his earlier shock giving way to sharp determination. His posture snapped straight, his expression resolute.
"If the class representative himself has nominated me," he said firmly, "then it would be improper for me to refuse."
He raised his right arm with conviction.
"From this day forward, I, Tenya Iida, will dedicate myself fully to fulfilling the duties of class representative!"
Cheers erupted instantly.
"We're countin' on you, Emergency Exit!" Kirishima shouted, giving a thumbs-up.
"Emergency Exit Iida!"
"Do your best!"
Amid the celebration, Yaoyorozu stood quietly, shoulders slumping just slightly. A small frown crossed her face.
"...What about me?" she murmured under her breath.
. . .
Outside the school building, four faculty members stood in uneasy silence: Thirteen, Recovery Girl, Midnight, and Principal Nezu.
In front of them lay the remnants of U.A.'s damaged security barrier... turned to dust.
Thirteen folded her arms. "How could ordinary members of the press cause this much damage?"
Nezu stared at the wreckage, eyes sharp despite the calm smile on his face. "They couldn't," he said softly. "Not without help."
Midnight frowned. "Then someone must have stirred them up."
Nezu's gaze darkened just a fraction. "Which begs the question," he continued, "did a villain slip inside... "
"...or was this meant as a declaration of war?"
. . .
It was 12:50 p.m., and Class 1-A had regrouped for their scheduled Hero Basics training. The moment Aizawa Shota stepped into the room, wrapped in his capture weapon and wearing his usual perpetually tired expression, the chatter died down almost instantly.
"For today's Hero Basics," Aizawa began, voice flat as ever, "the lesson's been adjusted. You'll be working under three instructors, All Might, myself... and one more."
A ripple of surprise moved through the class.
'Adjusted?' Midoriya thought, sitting up straighter. 'That's unusual... Is this some kind of special training?'
Beside him, (Y/N) leaned back slightly in his chair. 'Another instructor?' he wondered. 'I didn't expect that. It better not be Nemuri.'
Sero's hand shot up almost immediately. "Uh, excuse me! What exactly are we doing today?"
Without a word, Aizawa reached into his pocket and pulled out a laminated card, holding it up for everyone to see.
RESCUE
"Disasters, shipwrecks, and collapsed structures," he said casually. "Anything that requires saving lives." His gaze swept over the room. "This will be rescue training."
A brief pause followed, then murmurs broke out.
"Rescue training..." (Y/N) muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Rescue..." Kaminari leaned toward Ashido with a grimace. "Sounds like a ton of work."
Ashido grinned instead, clearly unfazed. "That's what makes it fun, right?"
Kirishima leaned forward eagerly, fists clenched. "Oi, don't say it like that! This is what being a hero's all about!" He cracked his knuckles, grin sharpening. "My arms are ready to rumble!"
"No one can beat me in water," Asui added calmly. "Ribbit."
The two exchanged confident looks. Aizawa cleared his throat, the sound alone snapping the class back into silence.
"I'm not finished."
He continued, "You'll be allowed to choose whether or not to wear your hero costumes this time."
That earned a few surprised looks.
"There are situations," he went on, "where costumes can actually restrict your abilities rather than enhance them." He pressed a button on the remote in his hand.
With a low mechanical hum, hidden panels along the walls slid open, revealing sleek display racks filled with identical silver briefcases, each one holding a student's hero costume.
"The training will take place off-campus," Aizawa added. "We'll be traveling by bus."
He turned toward the door without ceremony. "That's all. Start preparing."
As he left, Midoriya remained seated for a moment longer, heart pounding.
'Rescue training...' he thought, fists tightening in his lap. 'This is what I admired most about heroes, saving people. This is another step toward becoming the greatest hero.'
The rest of the class stood and moved toward the costume racks, voices overlapping with excitement and nervous energy. (Y/N) stayed where he was for a second, then stood more leisurely.
Costumes... he didn't really have one. What he wore wasn't something crafted for show or spectacle, just an outfit he'd designated as a "costume" out of necessity.
With a quiet exhale, he followed the others. Rescue training, he thought. Let's see how this goes.
_____
(Y/N)'s P.O.V
We were already on the bus, rolling toward whatever disaster zone they'd picked for our training.
The ride itself wasn't bad, smooth enough, but the noise level was another story. Everyone was talking over one another, excitement bouncing around the cabin like static.
I tuned most of it out, staring out the window, until a certain comment caught my attention.
"Your Quirk is kinda like All Might's," Asui said suddenly, blunt as ever.
...She's not wrong.
Midoriya nearly jumped out of his seat.
"H-Huh?! Y-You think so?! I-I mean, mine is nothing like—uh—" He started spiraling immediately, hands flailing as he searched for words.
Kirishima leaned back against his seat, cutting in before Midoriya could implode. "Hold on, Tsu. All Might doesn't break his body every time he uses his Quirk. They only look similar."
He shrugged, then added more casually,
"Still, having a straightforward enhancement-type Quirk is pretty nice. You can do a lot of flashy stuff with it."
He lifted his left arm, activating his Hardening. The skin turned jagged and solid. "Mine's great against others, but let's be honest, it doesn't exactly look cool."
I glanced at it briefly.
'Still a solid Quirk,' I thought. 'I couldn't crack it the first time we fought... even while holding back.'
Midoriya's eyes lit up again, admiration overriding his nerves. "I think it's awesome! It definitely feels like something a pro hero would have!"
"A pro, huh?" Kirishima scratched his cheek, deactivating his Quirk. "Yeah, maybe. But you've gotta think about popularity too, right? Heroes are kinda public figures."
'Popularity,' I repeated internally, unimpressed. 'That's never mattered much.'
Aoyama suddenly struck a pose in his seat, sparkling as usual. "If we are discussing flashiness and power, then my Navel Laser is clearly pro-level in both categories."
Ashido immediately leaned over and planted a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, but it's kinda a problem that it gives you stomachaches every time."
Aoyama froze, a bead of sweat sliding down his face. "...C'est la vie."
Someone, Kaminari, I think, laughed before chiming in, "If we're talking flashy and strong, then it's gotta be you three, right? Todoroki, Bakugo, and..."
He glanced my way.
"(Y/N)."
A few heads turned.
"Oh yeah!" Kirishima perked up.
"Man, your Quirk was insane. That fight, seriously, it looked like darkness itself was moving. And you can use a special type of energy that enhances your body and you are a great swordsman as well!."
"Yeah," Ashido nodded. "and your Quirk wasn't just dark, it felt like... heavy! Like it was swallowing the space around you."
I shifted slightly in my seat, unimpressed by the attention. "It's not that dramatic," I said flatly.
Midoriya, however, was already scribbling mental notes, eyes sparkling.
"B-But the way you control it! It's not just power, it's precision. Your Quirk blocked visibility, movement, even the cameras..."
"That part was accidental." I said calmly.
Bakugo scoffed from a few rows away. "Accidental, my ass."
I ignored him.
"Still," Kirishima continued, grinning, "your Quirk feels like the kind that scales up hard. Not just brute force, more like control over the battlefield. Like... Todoroki!"
That's one way to put it, I thought, looking back out the window as the bus continued on.
I closed my eyes, hearing Asui talking about how Bakugo is way too angry to become a pro-hero. To me, it sounded like he was getting teased.
A small smile curled up on my lips before chaos unfolded.
______
Third Person's P.O.V
After several minutes of travel, the bus finally came to a stop. The doors hissed open, and the class stepped out one by one. A massive structure loomed before them, an enormous, enclosed facility. It swallowed their attention instantly.
(Y/N) stood beside Midoriya, hands slipping into the pockets of his trench coat as he tilted his head up slightly, eyes narrowing as he took in the scale of the place.
Before anyone could say much, a figure in an astronaut-like suit approached them.
"Everyone, I've been waiting for you," the person said warmly.
Several students froze, mouths falling open in unison.
'I've heard of her...' (Y/N) realized immediately. 'The Space Hero, Thirteen. So she's the third instructor.
Midoriya gasped, practically vibrating with excitement. "I-It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The gentlemanly rescue hero who's saved countless lives during large-scale disasters!" He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes shining.
(Y/N) glanced down at him briefly, one brow lifting, before returning his attention to Thirteen.
"Oh my gosh, I love Thirteen!" Uraraka blurted out, practically glowing.
Thirteen motioned for them to follow. "Let's head inside without delay."
Several students bowed politely as they entered. (Y/N) followed suit, though his was restrained, respectful.
The interior of the facility immediately stole the breath from anyone who hadn't already lost it. A ruined cityscape stretched out to one side. A massive ship sat half-submerged in the middle of a lake. There were jagged mountains, an icy zone coated in frost, and other environments that blended seamlessly together.
The sheer scale was overwhelming.
"Woah... it's like Universal Studios Japan," Kirishima said, eyes wide with awe.
"A shipwreck, landslides, fires, windstorms..." Thirteen listed calmly as she gestured around them. "This training ground was constructed to simulate a wide variety of disasters."
She paused, then struck a dramatic pose. "It's called the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short!"
(Y/N) felt his eye twitch.
'...It really is USJ,' several of them thought at the same time.
Aizawa stepped forward, eyes already sharp. "Thirteen. Where's All Might? He was supposed to meet us here."
Thirteen leaned in slightly. "Ah... about that."
"Hm?" Aizawa looked down at her.
"It seems he overdid it with hero work on his way here and ran out of time. He's currently resting in the lounge."
"...That's the height of irrationality," Aizawa muttered, rubbing his temples. 'Good thing we prepared for this possibility.' He straightened. "It can't be helped. Shall we begin?"
Thirteen clasped her hands together. "Before we start, I'd like to say a few words. One... or two... or three... or five... six... seven..."
'It's increasing,' (Y/N) noted dryly, sweatdropping internally.
"My Quirk is Black Hole," Thirteen said, her tone shifting to something more serious. "It allows me to pull in matter and reduce it to dust."
Midoriya raised his hand hesitantly. "Y-You've used it to rescue people during disasters, right?"
"Yes," Thirteen replied. "But it is also a power that can easily kill."
Midoriya's mouth fell slightly open.
"Some of you here possess Quirks with similar danger," she continued. "In modern society, Quirks are licensed and regulated, which can make it easy to forget that danger."
Her voice softened. "But never forget, many Quirks can take lives with a single mistake."
"With Aizawa's physical tests, you discovered the potential you didn't know you had. With All Might's combat training, you experienced the risks of using those powers against others."
She looked at them all evenly. "This class is a fresh start. You will learn to use your Quirks to save lives. You do not have power to harm others. You have power to help."
"I hope you leave here understanding that."
'She's amazing...' Midoriya thought, eyes shining.
"That concludes my speech. Thank you for listening."
As applause broke out around them, (Y/N)'s hand rose unconsciously to the large scar on the left side of his face and neck, left behind by the villain who scarred him and slaughtered his former parents.
'Sorry, Thirteen,' he thought, eyes darkening. 'Not until this is over.'
The class erupted into chatter. "That was incredible!"
"Bravo!"
"Super inspiring!"
Aizawa stepped forward. "Alright then, first—"
The air warped. A massive, swirling portal tore open in the center of the USJ.
Aizawa's teeth clicked as he reacted instantly. "Everyone, gather together and don't move! Thirteen, protect the students!"
Kirishima staggered back, eyes locked on the distortion. "W-What is that...?"
Dozens of figures poured out, villains, crude and chaotic. Three figures in particular stepped forward with deliberate intent.
"Don't move!" Aizawa snapped, goggles sliding into place. "Those are villains!"
One of them, a man with cloudy, pale-blue eyes, stared directly at (Y/N) with a polite smile that hid the danger beneath them.
(Y/N) stared back. And in that instant, his blood ran cold. That face. That presence.
He knew it. The resemblance was unmistakable. That man looked just like the villain who had murdered his parents.