The villain's voice was calm.
Too calm.
"We are here to kill All Might."
The words echoed across the USJ, carried easily through the massive dome. They weren't shouted. They weren't dramatic. They were delivered like a statement of fact—like reading out tomorrow's weather.
Ren felt the weight of them settle in his chest.
"If killing him proves difficult," the man continued, red eyes drifting lazily over the class, "then killing his students should draw him out just the same."
Silence followed.
Not the kind that comes from discipline.
The kind that comes when your brain hasn't caught up to reality yet.
Ren was scared but not as scared as he imagined himself to be, maybe because he knew this would happen thats why he was not or it may be some other thing . then
Before anyone could react—
Aizawa-sensei moved.
"Thirteen," he said sharply, already stepping forward. "Protect the students."
Then he jumped.
No hesitation. No warning.
He launched himself directly into the mass of villains, capture weapon unfurling midair as his eyes locked onto the front line..
The fight exploded instantly.
Villains surged forward, Quirks activating in flashes of light, distortion, and raw force. Aizawa hit them head-on, erasing abilities mid-activation, disabling enemies with brutal efficiency. Every movement was precise, economical—nothing wasted.
Ren felt a flash of awe.
This is why he's a pro.
Then the air twisted.
Space folded.
Black fog erupted across the ground like ink spilling through reality itself.
Ren felt weight vanish beneath his feet.
The world spun.
And then—
Impact.
His boots hit solid ground.
Ren staggered, instantly scanning his surroundings.
Villains.
Close.
Too close.
And—
His eyes locked onto familiar goggles and a scarf whipping through the air.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
Out of everyone.
Out of every possible zone.
He'd landed near Aizawa.
Ren exhaled slowly. " fuck now he cant just hide in the corner he knew about the USJ incident but he has mostly forgotten the detail he didn't remember much details when he came to this world but he knew everyone would be safe as ALL MIGHT will come in time to rescue everyone"
Worst possible luck.
Aizawa was already surrounded, fighting at full speed, erasing Quirks and dropping opponents before they could react—but there were too many. The villains didn't care about injuries. Didn't care about collateral. They pressed forward like bodies meant only to slow him down.
Ren didn't hesitate.
If he stayed where he was, he'd be dead.
If he ran, Aizawa would be overwhelmed.
"Dammit," Ren muttered, rolling under a clumsy swing.
He snapped his fingers.
A sharp spark burst into existence.
Energy surged instantly, answering the ignition without resistance. Ren shaped it on instinct—thin, compressed, directional.
A blade of fire cut through the air.
It sliced cleanly through a villain's arm at the shoulder.
The limb fell—but the wound sealed instantly, cauterized before blood could even spill.
The man screamed and collapsed.
Ren didn't look back.
Heroes didn't kill." a stupid rule according to him but he did not want cases on himself "
Ren made sure of it.
He snapped again.
Another spark.
This time, he layered liquid nitrogen into the flow, flash-freezing the ground beneath two charging villains. Their legs locked mid-stride, bodies pitching forward helplessly.
Ren vaulted over them.
Energy flowed freely.
No conservation.
No restraint.
He snapped—spark, compression, release.
A controlled explosion blasted a cluster of villains backward, throwing them into walls and pillars hard enough to incapacitate without lethal force.
Ren pushed forward, breath fast but steady.
Aizawa-sensei. Get to Aizawa-sensei.
"Ren!"
Aizawa's voice cut through the chaos.
The man turned just long enough to see him.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Terrible luck!" Ren shouted back, ducking as a fireball sailed overhead. He countered with a slicing arc that severed a villain's leg at the knee, the wound sealing instantly. "Trying to fix it!"
"Get behind me!"
Ren didn't argue.
He slid into position immediately, syncing his movements to Aizawa's rhythm. When Aizawa erased a Quirk, Ren followed up—cutting, freezing, disabling. When Aizawa bound someone with his scarf, Ren removed their ability to move.
It worked.
For a moment.
Villains dropped rapidly.
Too rapidly.
Ren felt it then—that creeping sense that something was wrong.
This is too easy.
Shigaraki stepped in.
Close.
Too close.
Ren froze.
Aizawa was forced into close-quarters combat, movements tighter, riskier. Ren couldn't intervene without hitting his own teacher.
He watched helplessly as decay spred on aizawa's elbow ,
"Elbow's fractured," Aizawa said calmly, even as sweat beaded on his brow. "Tch."
Several villains rushed in, sensing weakness.
Ren moved instantly.
Three precise slashes.
Not fire—kinetic compression.
Limbs severed cleanly.
Frozen instantly.
Bodies dropped.
Ren planted himself between them.
Aizawa glanced back briefly.
"Ren swallowed.
Then Shigaraki laughed.
"You're mistaken," he said lazily. "I'm not the main attraction."
The air changed.
Pressure crashed down like a wave.
Something massive stepped forward.
Nomu.
Ren felt it instantly.
A presence like a bottomless pit.
Before Ren could react, Nomu lunged.
Aizawa raised his gaze—
Too late.
Nomu slammed into him from behind.
A sickening crack echoed as Aizawa's arm bent at an unnatural angle and his body hit the ground hard.
"AIZAWA-SENSEI!"
Ren moved before thought could catch up.
He drew deep.
Deeper than ever before.
20 percent.
20 percent of everything he'd stored since childhood.
Energy screamed through his veins.
Pain flared—but Ren ignored it.
He slashed.
The blade wasn't fire.
Wasn't ice.
It was raw force—compressed energy ripping outward in a single devastating arc.
Nomu's body split apart.
Ren staggered. And enhanced his body with 10 percent of his accumulated reserve over years.
He kicked the remaining mass away from Aizawa, creating distance as regeneration began almost immediately and created distance.
Ren dropped to one knee beside his teacher.
"Sensei—stay awake!"
Aizawa's vision swam.
"Ren…"
"You're the only one who can erase its Quirk," Ren said fast, voice shaking despite himself. "If it keeps its Quirk, it'll kill everyone here in under two minutes."
Aizawa tried to push himself up.
Failed.
I can keep it busy, Ren continued desperately. Quirkless, I can handle it. I swear. Just—don't pass out.
Aizawa clenched his teeth.
"I could kill it in three hits if I use that again," Ren thought . "But only if it stays Quirkless."
Then—
The fog returned.
Kurogiri emerged smoothly.
"A student has escaped," he reported. "Thirteen has been subdued."
Ren cursed under his breath.
Great.
He couldn't use high-output attacks now.
Anything strong enough to matter could be warped back at him.
Shigaraki attacked again.
Ren switched tactics.
Rapid, low-output slashes.
Fire, ice, kinetic bursts—annoying, disruptive, forcing dodges and spacing.
Half of them warped away.
Some came back.
Ren dodged by instinct, boots venting nitrogen for sudden traction and redirection.
Shigaraki snarled.
"You're irritating," he said. "So annoying."
Ren nearly froze the entire path toward the water zone, forcing Shigaraki to leap away.
Inside, Ren was praying.
Please.
Sensei, don't blink.
Don't close your eyes.
Please let him come now.
Then—
The air shook.
A pressure far heavier than Nomu's slammed into the USJ.
A voice roared.
"I AM HERE."
All Might crashed into the dome.
Ren's knees almost gave out.
Relief flooded him so fast it hurt.
He looked at Aizawa.
"…We made it," he said quietly.
And for the first time since the fight began—
Ren let himself breathe.