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Morning came as fast as evening disappeared, the sun casting a warm golden hue across the streets. On UA's vast training fields, the members of Class 1-A gathered with bubbling energy. Each student was adorned in their hero costumes, glittering with individuality—from flashy visors and gauntlets to tape launchers and heavy boots. Excitement buzzed through the air like static before a storm. The much anticipated field trip was all anyone could talk about, and the anxiety that had shadowed them the past few days; press attacks, security breaches; seemed momentarily forgotten.
"Man, I heard rumors of where we're going. Could be massive," Kirishima said, stretching as he walked toward the parked school bus with his hands behind his head. "Like, you know, full on disaster movie kind of huge!"
"Perfect for hero training!" Kaminari grinned as he shot finger guns at Sero. Sero grinned back and responded with a dramatic, "Boom!" followed by a goofy mimic of an explosion using his tape arms like fireworks.
Just a few steps ahead, Katsuki and Iida stood side by side waiting for the rest of their classmates to assemble, the contrast couldn't have been starker. Iida was pacing in his usual efficient manner, his voice booming as he addressed the class with strict precision. While Katsuki; arms crossed tightly over his chest; scowled so hard it looked like his eyebrows might combust. The ash blonde's eyebrows twitching every now and then.
He wasn't annoyed because of the field trip.
He wasn't annoyed because Kaminari was being Kaminari again.
He was annoyed because of one fatal mistake he made 2 days ago.
He let his guard down.
He had been elected—no, been cornered—into becoming Class Rep.
And it was eating him alive. To everyone else, the idea of being called class rep seemed like an honorable opportunity to prove one's leadership and skill, for Bakugo Katsuki however, it's the exact opposite.
An additional pain in the ass.
And he knows exactly who to blame for this… Kirishima and the others gave a thumbs up at his direction. The feeling, unfortunately, wasn't mutual. If they really were his friends, why the hell would they leave him in this position. This was betrayal at its finest.
Standing beside him, Iida was practically vibrating with leadership energy, pacing back and forth like a wind-up toy gone haywire.
"Please remember! This is not a simple excursion!" Iida declared, chopping his hand through the air like a samurai giving orders. "This is a valuable opportunity to develop and hone our hero skills and quirks! Everyone, pair up in neat rows of two for boarding!"
Katsuki groaned audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His patience, thin as a razor, was hanging by a thread.
"Iida." Katsuki said with the tone of a defeated person. "We're not marching into battle. It's a bus ride."
"Every action reflects the values of a hero!" Iida shot back passionately. "And being punctual and organized reflects responsibility, discipline, and unity!"
Katsuki inhaled slowly. Counted to five and reciting a mantra in his head.
Don't murder the engine-powered nerd in front of civilians.
Behind them, the chaos was already blooming.
"Hey, Tsuyu, can I sit with you?" Ochaco asked, practically bouncing on her toes.
"Sure, ribbit."
"Dibs on window seat!" Kaminari shouted, racing past Mineta, who flailed slightly, caught off guard.
"I was just about to—okay, never mind—" Mineta mumbled, awkwardly adjusting his… support gear? (It's a fucking diaper, change my mind).
"Can we have an aisle dance battle?" Mina asked, sliding up to Jirou with a gleam in her eyes.
"No. Absolutely not," Jirou deadpanned. "The floor isn't shockproof, and I value my hearing."
The pink skinned girl pouted. "Aww, you're no fun."
Behind them, Hagakure skipped by invisible but definitely causing mischief, throwing small pebbles at Ojiro's tail while the poor lad was confused at what was hitting him.
Katsuki twitched again. They were a walking kindergarten class in costumes. A very explosive kindergarten class.
Iida turned to the explosive quirk user, straightening his glasses with determination. "As class representative, Bakugo, I believe it would be beneficial if you assisted me in ensuring proper line formation. Two rows. Alphabetical if possible."
Silence presumed the two teens instantly, until Katsuki slowly and deliberately narrowed his eyes to squint at the taller teen.
"…What part of this makes you think I'd ever help you alphabetize a damn bus line, you moron."
Iida blinked, slightly taken aback by the slight jab. "You're the Class Rep. It is your duty to lead by example."
"My duty is to make sure no one loses their shit," Bakugo growled. "And right now, the only thing that's slipping at the moment is my sanity."
"Leadership is a noble burden," Iida said with way too much enthusiasm. "Upholding discipline—"
"That's it. I'm done." Katsuki said as he spun on his heel. He turned to the rest of the class, who were still flailing around like toddlers at a sleepover.
"ALRIGHT LISTEN UP," Katsuki barked. "Sit wherever the hell you want! I don't care if you cram into one row like sardines or stack yourselves like lunch boxes! Just get your sorry asses on the bus!"
The entire of class 1-A froze collectively, cutting the chattering to a halt. Until Kaminari pumped a fist. "YEAH! FREEDOM OF SEATING!"
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Sero said as he high-fived the electricity wielding teen.
Ochaco giggled quietly to herself. "Bakugo sounds so done."
Iida clasped his hands firmly, trying to rein in incoming chaos. "Bakugo! Your cooperation is crucial. Think of the efficiency! Two students per row, perfectly paired to maximize teamwork!" Said person narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well Glasses, if you want to maximize headaches, I'm your guy." Finally, with a grunt of defeat, Katsuki stomped toward the bus entrance, slamming the door open with more force than necessary.
"Anyone can sit wherever the hell they want. I'm out." The ash blonde muttered as he waved a hand behind him. Chaos resumed immediately, with students dashing to claim seats, stealing spots, calling dibs, and bickering over windows. Katsuki dropped into the very back row and threw his head against the seat with a long-suffering sigh, already developing a headache the size of All Might's smile.
"What the hell was I thinking?" he muttered. A beat later, Kirishima dropped into the seat beside him, grinning.
"Bro, being Class Rep suits you." The ash blonde didn't move for a full 10 seconds before he turned his attention to his seat partner. "Say that again and I'll explode your eyebrows off." He quipped nonchalantly.
Kirishima chuckled at the supposed threat. "Can't wait for the rescue training. I bet you're gonna crush it."
Katsuki glanced sideways, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips.
"…Damn right I will."
As the bus pulled out of the U.A. campus, sunlight pouring in through the windows and bouncing off mismatched armor and spandex, Class 1-A settled into their usual rhythm: chaotic, noisy, and full of life. And in the back row, Bakugo leaned back with crossed arms, half-dozing and muttering to himself as Iida continued to pace up and down the aisle like an airplane attendant with a clipboard. "Remember what Aizawa-sensei taught us, teamwork is the cornerstone of heroism!"
"Thanks, Mom," Kaminari quipped earning hearty laughter from the rest of Class 1 A. A certain sleep deprived teacher raised his eyebrows towards Iida at the front seat beside the driver.
"I never said anything like that." Aizawa muttered.
Bakugo let out a long, exasperated breath.
The bus was full of energy as class 1 A made their way towards their trip's designation. But for some reason, even as the sun beamed brightly in the sky, Katsuki was uncharacteristically quiet where he sat, red eyes narrowed, lost in thought. He could only think about what All Might had told him nearly two weeks ago.
A long exasperated sigh escaped Katsuki's lips. He's overthinking things again. However, none noticed Aoyama, slumped against his seat near a window, watching clouds swallow the sun.
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The journey was far shorter than expected, taking only less than an hour for the bus pull up into a facility, the dome came into view like something out of a sci-fi movie. Shimmering blue steel and glass sparkled under the morning sun, surrounded by forest and high fences.
"Whoa…" Kaminari's voice trailed off. "This place is huge."
Aizawa stood near the front of the group once they disembarked, his scarf hanging lazily around his neck.
"Remember," he muttered in his usual monotone. "This isn't playtime. Treat this training like a real emergency, or you're wasting your time."
Aizawa's eyes scanned the group sharply before nodding toward the entrance. The massive sliding doors hissed open, and there she was: the Space Hero herself.
"HELLO, CLASS 1-A!" Thirteen waved enthusiastically, the black visor of her costume reflecting the light. "Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or I like to call USJ!"
"EEEEH! It's really Thirteen!" Ochaco's jaw dropped, eyes starry. "She's the best at non-combat rescues!" Beside her, Katsuki's raised his eyebrows.
"Big fan I take it round face?" The ash blonde quipped, making Ochaco flair slightly with her words. "Eh-Yes-Not really. I mean yeah…Got a problem with it Bakugo?" A hidden smirk was slightly etched on Katsuki's face as he let out a huff.
"Heh. Nothing, it just makes you sound like a dork." Ochaco's face flushed red, her hand on her hips as she flailed to glare properly at the person making fun of her.
"Oh yeah, says the dork who has an All Might sticker on his table." This time it was Bakugo that got embarrassed.
"Wanna say that properly to my face you damn mochi?" Katsuki gritted back as he stared down at her. "Make me." Ochaco jabbed back. Katsuki's eyes twitched before he turned his back and crossed his hands. "Tch. Not worth the time."
"Is that your way of saying defeat?" Ochaco pushed slyly making Katsuki groan. "I swear to God mochi face, if you don't drop the damn topic-" He scoffed, ignoring the way Ochaco's smile made his ears burn.
"Those two are definitely a couple." Jiro said bluntly, watching on with passive attention along with some other students. Beside her Tsuyu nodded her head in agreement. "Even if they will likely deny it, ribbit."
Meanwhile, the only two pro heroes in the facility were discussing among themselves. Aizawa's tired eyes looked around the vacant space ahead, expecting someone that was meant to be here before he and his students even arrived. "All Might was supposed to be here with you 13. What's the problem?" He whispered to 13, not wanting any of the students to eavesdrop or hear.
"He said he would be coming in an hour's time. Had some arrangements to take care of with the principal." 13 said intentionally.
A soft sigh escaped the underground hero, of all times why now? "Guess we'll just make do until he arrives then." 13 nodded her head and turned her attention back to the awaiting Class 1 A.
"Today, you'll be divided into groups and put through various simulations: earthquakes, floods, building collapses, and more. Your mission is to save lives, not win fights. As you all know my quirk, blackhole is used to clear paths and rubbles for evacuation during rescue missions, but if I'm not careful I could accidentally suck in someone and they might turn to dust. Your Quirks can be destructive tools, but they are also life-saving instruments." Thirteen's robotic voice echoed cheerfully gathering everyone's attention.
The mood remained light, full of curiosity and admiration as 13 continued to set the drills of today's training activity. Until…a flicker of something abnormal passed through the air.
Like a ripple through fabric.
A purple-black distortion swirled in the open space behind Thirteen, unnoticed at first. A mist, almost oily, twisted into a spiral. A shiver ran through the group as the distortion widened, forming a swirling vortex around the water fountain in the plaza.
"Uh Thirteen-sensei…W-What is that?" Sato said, voice tight.
The air changed. It thickened.
A presence was emerging.
From the mist came an ashen grey hand with a face that had a set of crimson irises that pierced through one's soul. The figure came out of the purple void, and stepped out a person with grotesque set of hands placed around him from head to toe as well as a hand that obscured the face. From the growing vortex, more figures spilled out like cockroaches from a broken wall; people of all shapes and sizes, armed, feral, snarling. At least seventy of them. And they sure weren't looking friendly. Minutes after it seems that last of them had stepped out, the purple swirling eloping mist took a humanoid shape but made of black fog with glowing yellow eyes.
"That's not part of the simulation," Aizawa muttered, instantly snapping into combat readiness.
Then the fog-being spoke, its voice smooth and polite like a radio DJ hosting a horror program: "Ah. So many children. How... fortunate."
"I-Is this part of the simulation test?" Mina asked in apprehension and curiosity.
"The test had begun already?" Kirishima asked as he tried to get a good view of the incoming people coming from the plaza towards them. Some of the students were about to approach them until their classroom teacher's voice called out to them.
"Stay back! All of you!" Aizawa barked. "Thirteen, protect the students! I'll engage—!"
But then—
The humanoid mist swirled again, this time growing denser, darker, more oppressive.
A single figure stepped through last.
Average heighted…
…Yet imposing.
Wrapped in a ragged black cloak, face hidden beneath a deep hood, the figure stood motionless, as if drinking in the sight of the chaos.
Even among the intruders apart from the fog like being and the hand decorated one, this one stood apart.
The other goons stopped briefly as if sensing the shift in atmosphere.
The figure's cloak fluttered ever so slightly despite the lack of wind. It was like he absorbed light, casting no proper shadow; only a weight in the world.
The hand man hissed with irritation from beside the anonymous figure. "You took your time, Void."
No answer. Only silence.
The figure; now identified as Void; tilted his head slightly toward the class.
Mineta whimpered as he instinctively stepped back. "We're gonna die. We're all gonna die!"
Katsuki snarled at the cowardly teen even though his hands were trembling as well. "Shut up, you coward! Can't you see we two pro her—"
Void's cold eyes snapped toward the ash blonde, silencing him immediately. The green glow in his unnervingly cold eyes flared brighter for a moment, and Katsuki instinctively flexed his hands, his palms sparking with sweat explosions.
And for the briefest of seconds, Void froze.
He didn't know why; he couldn't know why; but something in his very soul screamed:
I've seen this person before.
As if he knew him.
But where…?
Void dismissed that notion as soon as it came. He has a job to do. His presence did not scream malice like the other goons. His was cold. Precise. Purposeful. Like a blade held against your neck, waiting for orders to slice.
"W-What's happening!?" Sero cried out, stepping back slightly. He doesn't like the vibes that "Void" is giving off, the feeling very much sentimental among his peers even the two pro heroes.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, already sliding his googles into place. "This is no training exercise. Those are real villains."
Majority of Class 1 A palled at the revelation. "Villains—!"
"They're real!"
The air in the USJ was thick with tension. Villains swarmed the facility, their chaotic laughter and threats echoing off the walls. But amidst the chaos, two pro heroes stood tall, ready to defend the students with everything they had—Eraserhead and Thirteen. Aizawa quickly assessed the situation. His scarf unfurled, his goggles lowered over his eyes as he crouched into a defensive stance. His gaze locked onto the anonymous figure beside the hand man.
Aizawa and Thirteen Recognize the threat the moment the hand man said his name.
"No way..." Aizawa said gritting his teeth.
Thirteen turned toward Aizawa, the concern in her voice clear. "Aizawa… that one—Void. Is he what I think he is?" Thirteen's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
"Void. The infamous Hero Killer... But seeing him in person is worse than any of the reports." The underground hero said sharply, voice tight with tension. His normally calm demeanor cracked by the realization of who was standing before them.
Thirteen's stomach churned. Everyone had heard the stories; the cold-blooded villain who left trails of bloodied pro heroes in his wake. But none had ever seen his face.
"That's not just any villain we are dealing with anymore..." Thirteen paled slightly.
Void's cloak shifted, revealing a hint of Void's hand; gloved; yet blackened at the fingertips, red scars pulsing slightly around them.
The air turned heavier.
The hand man; Shigaraki; stepped forward, hands fidgeting with frustration, his cold red eyes scanning the students of Class 1-A. "Where is All Might?" Shigaraki's voice cut through the tension like a knife. His words were laced with impatience and annoyance. His cracked lips twitched as he waited for an answer.
Aoyama's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning. Why isn't All Might here? He had given the intel; he had told that man that All Might would be present today! The plan was perfectly timed, calculated to the second. Yet, now… nothing. No sign of All Might. Out of the corner of his eye, Aoyama saw Void's cold, emotionless gaze drift toward him. It wasn't a stare meant to alert anyone else, but Aoyama felt the sharp weight of its intensity. That single glance sent chills down his spine. His legs trembled. He knows why Void is looking at him. Silently demanding an explanation. One he can't give at the moment.
Void's eyes lingered for just a second longer, before turning his attention back to the rest of Class 1-A. He said nothing, but his presence was louder than any words he could have spoken. Aoyama felt sweat drip down his neck.
"Young master. It appears All Might isn't here," Void's low, calm voice finally spoke, directed toward Shigaraki, his words devoid of emotion. It was a statement, not a question. Void's glowing eyes swept over the students again, almost as if scanning them for any hint of deception.
Shoto's eyes narrowed. So Void isn't the leader of the villains here, instead he's the lapdog of the blue haired guy. For someone of his infamous status, that was…surprising.
Shigaraki growled under his breath, scratching at his neck, fingers twitching as if he was on the verge of one of his destructive tantrums. His lips peeled back in annoyance. "Tch, so the Symbol of Peace doesn't bother to show himself? How... disappointing."
Void's cold stare remained fixed on Class 1-A, unmoving. His posture rigid and controlled. The tension in the air grew heavier, almost unbearable. The students remained frozen, their bodies paralyzed under the weight of the villains' presence.
Shigaraki took a step forward; his voice filled with barely restrained fury. "I asked a question," he sneered. "Where. Is. All. Might?"
Still no answer.
"Oi, Shigaraki, mind if we take a swing at them. I've been itching to punch something since I got here!" A villain asked in anticipation.
There was silence for a full 10 seconds. Until Shigaraki sighed and spoke. "This is our declaration. Your so-called 'symbol of peace' isn't here to save you. You're just eggs before the scramble."
He pointed a finger towards class 1 A and the two pro heroes' direction as he fixed his gaze on the goons around him. "Whatever. Do as you please. If that brings out All Might at least, then it's fine by me."
Malicious energy filled the air as the villains charged towards the heroes. Snarls of ill intentions and twisted joy etched in each of their features.
Aizawa leapt into action instantaneously, his scarf snapping out to intercept them. "Thirteen, get these students out of here! I'll buy you time!!" He yelled out.
In turn thirteen nodded back at Aizawa. "You can count on me. Students, this way!" And so it began. Smoke and chaos filled the air as Eraserhead weaved through the battlefield, his cloth wrapping and constricting enemies with pinpoint precision. His eyes glowed red beneath his goggles, his Erasure Quirk nullifying every threat he encountered.
These villains came as an army, but he wasn't fazed. He had one job: neutralize the threats and protect his students.
And the back of the plaza near the water fountain, Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Void stayed behind watching all the action. Not moving to intercept at all. Void's green eyes caught hold of Thirteen and Class 1 A retreating to the exit. Now they can't have that.
"Let's send these heroes in training to their places. If they wanted to train so badly, let them have their fun." Void said calmly, almost bored.
Shigaraki smirked. "Glad you're thinking what I'm thinking. Kurogiri."
"Off course." Kurogiri said, already knowing what to do as he prepared to portal his way towards the exit, intending warp the students one by one and scattering them across the USJ facility…
…Except he isn't able to.
Void turned his attention to Kurogiri. "Kurogiri. 13 and the students getting away. What's the hold up?" If they don't block their paths, then they would surely call for backup, which they can't afford to risk. So that's why they plan to stop them before that ever happens.
"I'm trying to warp there. But it seems my quirk has been nullified." Kurogiri said, his yellow eyes narrowed as he is visibly straining to activate his quirk, but nothing was happening. Void's normally apathetic eyes narrowed, akin to frustration.
"Off course. Smart of the erasure hero to place his eyes on you while fighting the goons off." Void turned his gaze to Aizawa. It might not look like it, but the underground pro hero had his gaze trailed on them, more specifically Kurogiri. If he can't use his quirk, then they can't get in or out of here, or accomplish their mission. Guess he'll just have to negate Eraserhead out of the picture then.
Void stepped down from the plaza he was occupying with Shigaraki and Kurogiri, heading down to the fray happening at the center. This didn't go unnoticed.
"Where the hell do you think you're going Void. You can't just wander off now!" Shigaraki called out.
"I'll be back young master, just taking care of a problem at hand. Won't take long." Void responded. Shigaraki swiveled his head to Kurogiri beside him. "Oi Kurogiri, aren't you supposed to do your job. 13 and the kids are getting away." He emphasized by pointing at the mentioned people making their way towards the exit.
"Exactly what Void is trying to fix master Tomura." Kurogiri said. This made Shigaraki speechless. What the fuck were these two even saying, they're making no sense at the moment.
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The USJ training facility was a hive of activity just moments ago. Class 1-A had been chatting nervously among themselves, unsure of what to expect from this unexpected rescue training exercise. But the atmosphere had shifted drastically the moment these villains appeared.
At the moment, Aizawa kept his targets on those three that had stayed behind the front Plaza. They looked like trouble. True Void was enough trouble given his reputation. But given that other one; the fog creature; that was surely their transporter.
A warp quirk, that was very rare. Now one that is in possession of a villain, that was definitely not good. He can't lose track of that one no matter what. A heteromorph villain came forward his way and prepared a hammer fist, but Eraserhead used his acrobatic skills to deliver a devastating spinning kick at the chin, sending the heteromorph backwards towards other incoming villains.
Aizawa's eyes landed on a hooded cloaked figure walking calmly towards him. Void. Shit! When had he left the front plaza. Now that he got a view of Void, he could make out some of his features.
Average height. Nothing extraordinary. Is his quirk touch related? Not much is known of the notorious hero killer, but from reports of his victims, it seems like his quirk is likely an emitting based quirk. In honesty, Void's appearance looks like just another villain goon as the ones he's fighting, but appearance can be deceiving, and he isn't taking the luxury to find out what this Void is capable of. Best to strike him down now before it's too late.
Without hesitation, Aizawa launched his capture weapon. Unable to respond on time, the cloth shot forward like a serpent, wrapping around Void's arms and torso, tightening instantly.
Aizawa's eyes flashed. His Erasure Quirk activated, targeting Void's glowing eyes. The eerie green glow of his eyes flickered faintly as whatever power he had was temporarily nullified.
So his hunch was correct, he's an emitter-based quirk user.
"I don't know what or who you are," Aizawa said, his voice steady despite the cold sweat forming on his brow. "But you've made a mistake coming here, you're just another villain to me."
Void tilted his head slightly, the faint metallic clink of his mouthguard underneath his cloak broke the silence. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His perfectly calm frame, unnatural stillness, and the flickering eerie glow of his eyes spoke volumes.
"You'll regret underestimating me, Eraserhead." Void said coldly. Aizawa gritted his teeth. This guy, was calm, too calm. For someone who had his quirk nullified. Was he trying to threaten him, or did that mean something else?
A sigh escaped the still entrapped Villain. "You shouldn't have done that by the way." Void said cryptically.
Aizawa's glowing red eyes narrowed under his googles. What the hell was he talking about?
And in that very instant—
Void's figure froze.
And then—
It began.
Aizawa's pupils shrunk.
The body beneath the hood shifted.
Muscles bulged. Limbs elongated. A shadow expanded.
Aizawa felt the air change.
Void's hooded figure kept growing.
Taller.
And taller.
His frame expanded like a monster unraveling itself from human skin.
190cm.
210cm.
250cm.
A giant now loomed over him.
A mass of pure muscle and darkness.
Aizawa's breath caught.
His mind screamed impossible.
The pro hero had encountered many villains before. But this… this wasn't normal.
And then, the glowing green eyes under the hood flickered down at him.
Void tilted his head, his cloak long since discarded during his transformation, revealing black hoodie and black overall combat boots plus a black and green spandex trouser that had a design unnervingly similar to All Might's. It's the pro hero's fault for nullifying his shape shifting quirk in the first place.
"Told you." Void's voice, now deepened to its true state rung out.
The capture cloth wrapped around him ripped apart like paper. Aizawa barely had time to react before Void's massive hand lashed out—
A crushing grip around his arm.
Before he knew it—
He was airborne.
His body was yanked forward, feet leaving the ground, as Void hoisted him like a ragdoll.
Aizawa's instincts screamed at him to counter. Following his instincts he had honed for years, the underground pro hero launched what remained of his capture weapon at Void. However, Void's movement was swift, unexpected for someone his size. He dodged the scarf with minimal effort; his other hand grasped his scarf and violently tore it off.
Shredding it. Like it was nothing.
"I've said it and I will say it again: You'll regret underestimating me, Eraserhead." Void said as his glowing green eyes locked onto the suspended pro hero he was holding.
Aizawa's heart pounded.
For the first time in a long, long time…
…He felt pure terror.
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