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Interlude - Echoes from Outside
The heavy doors of the USJ slammed shut with a resounding thud that echoed like a final judgment. The class stood frozen in the sudden silence, the cool air outside the dome feeling unnaturally still compared to the chaos they'd just escaped. Dust motes danced in the sunlight filtering through the trees, but no one noticed. Their eyes were glued to the entrance where Kenjiro had vanished moments ago, a blue streak of determination that had left them all reeling.
"What... what just happened?" Kaminari stammered, his voice cracking as he stared at the sealed doors. His usual laid-back grin was gone, replaced by wide-eyed shock. "Did Ito just... go back in there? Alone?"
Uraraka clutched her arms, her face pale. "He said something about buying time... but that's insane! There are villains in there—real villains!"
The group broke into anxious chatter, panic rising quickly. Mina paced back and forth, her pink skin darkening with worry. "We have to do something! We can't just stand here while he—"
"Everyone, calm down!" Aizawa's voice cut through the noise like a whip crack, sharp and commanding. He stood firm, his capture weapon draped loosely around his shoulders, eyes bloodshot but alert. "Panicking won't help. We need to think."
The class fell into an uneasy quiet, but the undercurrent of fear was palpable. Midoriya fidgeted with his bandaged arm, his mind racing a mile a minute. Ito-kun... he's fast, but against that many? And that... thing? What if he gets hurt? This is all wrong—we should be in there with him!
Yaoyorozu stepped forward, her composure a fragile mask over the worry etching her features. "Sensei, our comms—Thirteen-sensei, can you reach the school?"
Thirteen, still catching their breath from the sudden relocation, fumbled with the communicator on their suit. The device beeped futilely, static crackling through the speaker. "It's... it's jammed. No signal. Whatever quirk that misty villain has, it must be interfering."
A collective groan rippled through the group. Sero ran a hand through his hair, his tape elbows twitching nervously. "Jammed? So we're cut off? What about cell phones?"
Several students pulled out their devices, but the results were the same—no bars, no connection. "Nothing," Jiro muttered, her earphone jacks dangling limply as she plugged one into her phone. "It's like the whole area's in a dead zone."
Aizawa's expression darkened, his scarf seeming to tighten. Damn it, kid. You just had to play hero. He remembered Kenjiro's determined face, the way he'd rushed back into danger without hesitation. It was reckless, but admirable. Now, with the class safe outside, he needed to alert UA. The school had to know; reinforcements were needed.
"Alright," Aizawa said, his voice steady. "We can't stay here. The villains might come out, or worse, spread. Ito already instructed Iida to run to UA and alert the faculty, so we trust he's on his way."
Iida, who had lingered briefly to ensure the class was safe, nodded sharply, his engines idling with a low hum. "Sensei's right. Ito-kun gave me the order before he went back in. I'm heading to UA now to ensure the message gets through."
The suggestion hung in the air, met with nods of agreement. "That's... solid," Kirishima said, pumping a fist despite the worry creasing his brow. "You're built for speed, man. You'll make it."
Aizawa fixed Iida with a hard stare, assessing. The boy was reliable, disciplined—perhaps too much so, but in this situation, that was an asset. "Go. Run straight to the principal's office. Tell them everything—the portal quirk, the numbers, the... monster. And emphasize that a student is still inside."
Iida saluted sharply, his glasses glinting. "Understood, Sensei! I won't fail!" With a rev of his engines, blue exhaust flared, and he rocketed off, his form blurring as he sprinted down the path toward UA.
Watching him go, the class felt a sliver of hope pierce the dread. But it was short-lived. Uraraka turned back to the doors. "What about Ito-kun? He's in there alone..." she said, her voice small.
Kaminari frowned, his usual spark dimmed. "We can't just leave him. What if he needs help?"
Aizawa's jaw tightened. He glanced at Thirteen, who nodded grimly. "Protect the students," he said to them. "Get them further back if needed. I'm going in."
Thirteen's helmet tilted in surprise. "Aizawa, are you sure? With that many—"
"I know," he cut in, his tone brooking no argument. "But that's my student in there. I can't just stand by." His mind raced—Kenjiro was fast, maybe the fastest he'd ever seen, but speed alone wasn't enough against coordinated threats. If the villains adapted, if they had something that could counter him... No. He couldn't let that happen. As their teacher, it was his responsibility.
The class stared, a mix of awe and fear. "Sensei..." Midoriya whispered, his eyes wide.
"Stay put," Aizawa ordered, his capture weapon uncoiling like a serpent. "Thirteen, if anything comes out, evacuate immediately." With that, he dashed toward the doors, slipping through a side entrance that hissed open at his approach.
Inside the USJ, the air was thick with tension, but Aizawa moved like a shadow, his quirk ready to erase any threat. Hold on, kid, he thought, his heart pounding despite his stoic exterior. I'm coming.
All Might's POV - Before the Alert (UA High School, Faculty Lounge, 1:15 PM)
Toshinori Yagi, in his weakened form as All Might, sat hunched over a stack of lesson plans in the quiet faculty lounge. The only sound present was the rhythmic hum of the coffee machine, keeping time like a steady heartbeat. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across a table littered with heroics textbooks and half-eaten protein bars that seemed more like fuel for borrowed strength than nourishment. He rubbed his tired eyes, feeling the strain of his double life. Teaching was rewarding but exhausting, especially as his time as All Might grew shorter each day. The sundrenched room, filled with echoes of past battles and lessons awaiting to be taught, served as a constant reminder of the identity he must soon leave behind.
He sipped his tea, grimacing at the bitter taste. These kids... they're something else. Ito's speed, Midoriya's potential, even Bakugo's fire—it's all there. But they need guidance. Real guidance. His mind wandered to yesterday's battle training, the raw emotion in Bakugo's eyes, the determination in Midoriya's. It reminded him too much of his own youth, the drive to prove oneself amid chaos.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Midnight poked her head in, her whip coiled at her hip. "Toshi, you got a minute? Nezu wants to discuss the USJ trip—make sure everything's set for Thirteen's class."
Toshinori nodded, forcing a smile despite the fatigue gnawing at his bones. "Of course. I'll be right there." As she left, he stood, stretching his emaciated frame with a wince. Just another day. Keep smiling, Toshinori. For them.
He gathered his papers and walked toward Nezu's office. The halls were quiet with classes in session, but a faint unease tugged at him. Years of experience as a hero made him sensitive to these feelings. Something feels off today... or is it just the steam running low? He tried to shake it off and focus on the task ahead. The USJ was supposed to be a controlled environment. What could go wrong?
Back outside the USJ, the class huddled in uneasy clusters, the dome's entrance looming like a silent sentinel. Minutes stretched into an eternity, the only sounds the distant chirp of birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Uraraka paced, her hands twisting together. "How long has it been? Five minutes? Ten? What if something happened to them?"
Kirishima crossed his arms, his usual grin forced. "Ito's fast—he'll be okay. And Aizawa-sensei's a pro. They'll handle it." But his voice wavered, betraying the doubt gnawing at him. Man, this sucks. We're supposed to be heroes, but we're just... waiting?
Midoriya sat against a tree, his notebook open but untouched, his mind a whirlwind. Ito-kun risked everything to get us out. And now he's in there alone? What kind of hero am I if I can't even help? He glanced at his bandaged arm, frustration bubbling up. If only I could control One For All better...
Yaoyorozu stood nearby, her brow furrowed in thought. "We should prepare contingencies. If villains emerge, we'll need to defend ourselves until help arrives." She created a small walkie-talkie from her arm, testing it futilely. "Still jammed. Iida should reach UA soon—it's about a 10-minute run at his top speed."
Thirteen nodded, their suit's lights flickering as they scanned the entrance. "Yaoyorozu's right. Stay vigilant. Aizawa's buying time, but we can't assume—"
A distant roar of engines cut them off—Iida's telltale exhaust. But it was too soon for him to return with help. The class tensed, readying quirks, but relaxed as Iida skidded to a halt, breathing heavily.
"Iida? What happened?" Thirteen asked, stepping forward.
Iida straightened, saluting despite his exhaustion. "The path was clear—no villains. I reached UA and alerted Principal Nezu as Ito-kun instructed. Reinforcements are mobilizing—All Might and the faculty are on their way!"
Relief washed over the group like a wave. "Yes!" Kaminari pumped a fist, sparks flying. "We're saved!"
"But what about Ito-kun and Aizawa-sensei?" Uraraka pressed, her voice tight.
Iida's expression sobered. "Nezu said to hold position. All Might will handle the breach."
Asui tilted her head. "But how long until they get here, kero? It's been... what, fifteen minutes since Ito went in?"
Tokoyami crossed his arms, Dark Shadow peeking out nervously. "The abyss grows deeper with each passing moment. We must trust in their strength."
The wait dragged on, the class alternating between tense silence and murmured speculations. Mina hugged her knees, whispering to Kirishima, "What if... what if they're hurt? Ito's fast, but against that many..."
Kirishima squeezed her shoulder, his voice steady despite the worry in his eyes. "Nah, he's tough. Remember the entrance exam? He zipped around saving everyone. He'll do it again."
Jiro plugged her ear jacks into the ground, listening intently. "I can hear... rumbling. Explosions? It's faint, but something's going down in there."
The news sparked a fresh wave of anxiety. "Explosions?" Sero echoed. "Like Bakugo's? Or worse?"
Yaoyorozu paced, her mind whirring. "We need to stay calm. Panicking won't help them."
Thirteen gathered the class closer, their voice reassuring. "Remember your training. If it comes to it, we'll protect each other until help arrives."
Midoriya stared at the doors, guilt twisting his gut. Ito-kun... please be okay. We're coming.
All Might's POV - After the Alert (UA High School, Principal's Office, 1:25 PM)
Toshinori paced Nezu's office, his deflated form tense as the principal coordinated over the phone. The alert from Iida had hit like a gut punch—villains at the USJ, students evacuated but one missing inside with Aizawa. Young Ito... that boy's speed is incredible, but against real threats? And Aizawa, diving in after him...
Nezu hung up, his beady eyes sharp. "The police are en route, but we'll handle the breach. All Might, you're our spearhead. Midnight, Present Mic—support and containment. Cementoss, secure the perimeter."
Toshinori nodded, his skeletal hands clenching. "Understood. But the boy inside—Young Ito—he's fast, but young. We need to move now."
Midnight cracked her whip. "Don't worry, Toshi. We'll get them out."
Present Mic adjusted his shades. "Yeah, yo! Time to crank up the volume!"
Nezu steepled his paws. "Go. And remember—this breach is no accident. Be vigilant."
Toshinori transformed in a burst of steam, his muscular form filling the room. "I AM HERE... AND I'M COMING!"
They mobilized swiftly, the faculty van screeching out of UA's gates. Toshinori's mind raced ahead, worry gnawing at him. Hold on, young ones. Help is on the way.
The drive was tense, the city blurring past. "Any updates?" Midnight asked, her voice steady.
"Nothing," Present Mic replied, checking his phone. "Comms are still down. Whatever they've got in there, it's jamming everything."
Toshinori stared out the window, his smile steady but his eyes troubled. Villains targeting students... this is a new low. But we'll show them that U.A. stands strong.
They arrived at the USJ in minutes, the dome looming ominously. The class rushed forward as the heroes disembarked, relief flooding their faces.
"All Might!" Uraraka cried. "You're here!"
"FEAR NOT, YOUNG HEROES!" All Might boomed, his presence a wave of reassurance. "WE SHALL RESOLVE THIS SWIFTLY!"
Thirteen briefed them quickly. "Aizawa went in after Ito. Villains inside—numbers unknown, but organized. A portal quirk, and... something monstrous."
All Might's eyes hardened. "STAND BACK! I SHALL ENTER FIRST!"
With a powerful leap, he tore through the doors, the faculty following. The class watched, hearts pounding, as the heroes vanished into the dome. Midoriya whispered, "Please... let them be okay."
The wait resumed, but now with heroes inside, hope burned brighter. Kirishima punched his hardened fist into his palm. "All Might's got this. No villain stands a chance!"
Yaoyorozu nodded, though worry lingered. "Yes... but what about Ito-kun and Aizawa-sensei?"
They clustered together, sharing quiet reassurances, their thoughts a whirlwind of fear and faith. The dome stood silent, but inside, they knew, the battle raged—and their classmates were at its heart.
The class's vigil dragged on, each minute an eternity. Uraraka floated a pebble absentmindedly, her quirk a nervous tic. "Do you think they're fighting right now? All Might and the others?"
"Probably," Jiro said, her ear jacks pressed to the ground again. "I hear... booms. Big ones. Like earthquakes."
Kaminari paced, sparks jumping from his fingers. "Man, I feel useless out here. We're heroes in training—shouldn't we be doing something?"
Sero shook his head. "Nah, dude. We'd just get in the way. All Might's the pro—let him handle it."
Mina hugged her knees tighter. "But Ito's in there... alone at first. What if he's hurt?"
Kirishima stood, his expression resolute. "He's tough. Remember the entrance exam? He saved half the field without breaking a sweat. He'll hold until All Might gets to him."
Asui tilted her head. "But he's human, kero. Even speed has limits."
Yaoyorozu created a small telescope, peering at the dome. "No visible activity from outside. We have to trust them."
Iida, still catching his breath from his run, adjusted his glasses. "The faculty is the best in Japan. They'll prevail."
Midoriya nodded, though his mind churned. Ito-kun... your speed saved us all. Hold on—just a little longer.
Thirteen gathered them closer. "Stay together. If anything emerges, we evacuate immediately."
The group nodded, their bond forged in crisis. As the sun climbed higher, they waited, united in their vigil, thoughts turning inward.
Kirishima thought of Ito's calm leadership, his quiet strength. Man, that guy's got it together. If anyone can survive in there, it's him.
Uraraka remembered his rescue during the exam, his gentle assurance. He saved me then... please let him be safe now.
Yaoyorozu admired his strategy, his restraint. Such precision... he's a natural leader.
The wait continued, each student lost in their reflections, the dome a silent testament to the battle within.
The dome's doors burst open with a thunderous crash, and the class surged forward as heroes emerged, battered but victorious. All Might carried Aizawa, his massive form steaming, while Midnight and Present Mic supported the others. But all eyes locked on Kenjiro, limping but alive, his suit torn and bloodied.
"Ito-kun!" Uraraka cried, rushing forward with the others.
Kenjiro managed a weary smile. "Hey... everyone okay?"
The class enveloped him in a wave of relief, questions flying. "What happened in there?" Kirishima asked, clapping his back gently.
"Villains... taken care of," Kenjiro replied, his voice hoarse. "Thanks to All Might."
Aizawa, bandaged and scowling from All Might's arms, grunted. "You idiot... but good work."
As medics swarmed and police secured the scene, the class shared looks of awe and gratitude. Their vigil had ended, but the bond forged in waiting—and the hero who fought alone—would linger.
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Sorry about the lack of uploads, just started a part-time(4 days for 8 hours straight by the way) job on top of my internship, so i only have monday to wednesday free for september. hopefully i finish my IT this friday so i can have some more free time. Also what do you guys think about a fanfic of batman with the spirit of vengence(mostly likely not me writing this, ain't got the skills) or an si in mha with self biokinesis