The tall, dark-haired woman straightened, her limbs encircled with dark tendrils that held tight to her arms and legs, growing with a pulse from her thighs and curling around her leg to thicken around her ankles and feet, clawed and as large as the Nomu she had posed as. Her hands were the same, sharp, long fingers and the dark tight tendrils worn like a glove as the red glow pulsed from beneath the pitch black skin of the tentacles.
She pulled at the dark blue skin around her limbs, stripping the thick skin from her body, it fell revealing the tight skinned leotard underneath. The Nomu's upper and lower body flatly falling to her ankles, the class looks on in horror having realized that the Nomu was only a skin that the woman had hid beneath. They watched as she stepped away from it, the skin slowly falling away to dark threads that merged with the sinister tentacles wound around her legs.
There was a harsh thud that echoed, a cloud of dust rising a few feet away from the stairs that were meters away, a splintered crack of cement that made the walkway rumble as your body met the solid ground. The class stiffened at the noise, eyes wide at the sight, no one had seen her move, it was hard to even tell what had happened but you were hit with a brutal force that they weren't sure you'd be getting up from. "(Y/N)-Chan/(Y/N)!"
Most of the class rush forwards to help, an explosion of concern and fear rushing through them, but then there's the dark swell of Kurogiri's warp rushing over them and blocking their way, halting them in their tracks.
Kurogiri's portal stretched and surrounded the class, the harsh pull of his quirk forces the group to become rooted to their spot, afraid to fly off their feet and into the purple warp gate slowly enveloping the area. Bakugo's fists curling, explosions leaving his fingers as his jaw clenched, Shouto's left hand opening and closing as he itched to use his fire quirk, would it do anything against the warp? He needed to help you, they needed to get to you, they couldn't just sit by and do nothing!
"I'm gonna kill you, you fucking bitch!" Bakugo sneered, his palms lighting up with explosions. He takes a menacing step forwards, however his arm is caught by Kirishima.
"Bakugo, wait!" He warns, just before the boy snatches his arm back, growling angrily at him.
"Kacchan!" Izuku shakily stutters, his heart aches as he looks back from you to the woman, back to Kacchan, knowing he couldn't do anything but watch. There's no way they could take her on, they're not even completely sure of what she could do. Anyone who could turn their back on potential threats was someone to take seriously.
But, at the same time, they needed to do something, how could he stand by and just let you get hurt?
Then, she turned. A chill crawling up even Thirteen's spine as she bared her sharpened teeth, a light splatter of blood along her brow.
Her dark eyes and canines only sent a violent shiver through the young students, she was more than a little dangerous, she was...horrifying to look at. The unnatural curl of her lips, the murderous glare in her dark orbs, even as she smiled warmly, adding a light chuckle as she surveyed the class. "Class 1-A, I presume," she hummed, her voice was barely audible along the pull of the warp surrounding them. "You must excuse me. Aren't I rude?" Her hand comes up, the sharp point of her tendrilled fingers scrapes along her cheek, a trace of blood remains but it's not hers. Her fingers were bloodied and dripping with the residue of her previous attack, her pointer finger licking the blood with a sadistic snicker. "I've been waiting an awfully long time for this moment," she admits, her head turns back to you as you had stood while her back was turned. "And I am not one to be patient."
"THIRTEEN!" Your voice resonate with the winds and catches the pro-hero's attention. "Get everyone out of here!"
Everyone eyes widen. "Thirteen, we can't!"
Thirteen stiffens, tensing up as her hands curl into fists, it's impossible to help both you and the rest of the students, they already had the warp gate to worry about, and yet she knew she couldn't do anything to help you. "I'm sorry..." She knew what you were capable of, however, so she released a silent breath that rippled through her suit. "Be Careful, Yagi!" She advised, before turning her attention to Kurogiri as he spread his warp around the class to consume them.
"No!"
Your gaze lifts to glance behind Saya, for now, you hoped Thirteen could handle Kurogiri, if nothing you knew your boys knew how to protect everyone.
You straightened, your fingers curling around the scarf wrapped around your neck, pulling it away with a swift tug, your gaze never left Saya's as her crazed grin only spread further across her face. Tying the scarf around your waist, you pulled it tight, releasing a pained breath as you stemmed the blood for now. Blood ran steadily down your boot, your fingers letting go of the limp tentacle that had tore itself through your costume and into your side, draining the faint swirl of energy from it you let it fall, Saya's eyes widening a fraction as she glanced down to see the torn tendril missing.
She smiled, humming fondly. "I knew I missed you for a reason," she chuckled to herself, opening and closing her clawed fingers, licking her lips before crouching low and lunging forwards with a rapid, heavy leap, her lips parting with a malicious growl, a promise of blood. "After all this time, my love," she gasped outwards, reaching forwards, almost desperately.
You grimaced in disgust, preparing yourself.
"You're mine!" She was close enough to swipe your head clean off in seconds, she took the chance, aiming for your exposed neck, "Finally!"
She swung her claws forward, waiting for the sweet splash of blood against her face, hopefully she hadn't hit you too deep, she was planning on savoring you for as long as she could...huh? Your form flickered, suddenly she only felt the air between her fingers, she hadn't even seen you move. Your eye's had flashed briefly, a line of pale wisps following a path to the right as you had flickered to the side.
Bringing her hand up to protect her face, she pushed against the sole of your boot but was unable to stop as she skidded over the side of the railing from the force of your attack. Her quirks tentacles dug into the ground, tearing the cement from the floor leaving a steady trail until it hung sharply from the metal edge.
You don't waste a breath as she struggles to pull herself up, a look of pleased shock on her face as she takes an unsteady breath against the railing. You then surge forwards, towards Kurogiri's growing warp, Thirteen already making a move against the warp gate as your form flickers as you leave a trail of dust behind you as you get closer, your speed unrivaled.
The warp grows into a circulating void, spreading out, you feel the air swell around you, the tiny hairs on your skin beneath your suit stand on end, a shiver resonating through you. You felt a tug along your ankle that quickly traveled up to lock around your knee, you look down, but you're already being yanked to the floor before another pull lifts you up and hurls you violently across the side railing and towards the USJ's dome glass walls.
The wind whistles in your ears, flipping uncontrollably through the air, you force your eye's open trying to derive up from down when you catch the blurry figure of Saya holding the end of the tether. Behind her, the user of the tethered quirk held his elongated fingers out for Saya to grab like a whip, using her monstrous strength to throw you forwards. It's a mere glance and you don't have time to process it, your stomach drops as you can't stop yourself fsst enough from hitting the dome. You brace yourself, with a groan you wave a hand quickly along your side and a thin barrier materializes.
You grimace, biting back a scream of agony as your back connects with the glass, a loud shatter of a few dozen windows as you slid down the splintered dome, landing shakily on your knee's against the balcony railing. You force a pained breath through your lips, your head throbbing, a warm strand of blood running down your neck from the connection. Your ears were ringing, panting with a brief shiver, you raised your head to look forwards as a faint rumbling echoed through your limbs.
Behind you, the glass continued to splinter and shatter against the pieces desperately holding itself together, luckily you hadn't burst straight through.
You blinked as your vision cleared, before your eye's widened upon seeing Saya diving towards you, "Shit!" You cursed, jumping to the side barely dodging the woman's claws as she connected with the domes glass wall instead.
Glass rained down, an explosion of tiny shards that spun and struck all across the ground. You leaped off the balcony, raising your hands up to cover your face from the shards, you turn your head as you feel the glass cut across your skin, lodging a few into your palm. Back on the walkway, Kurogiri vanishes and most of the class is gone with him, Thirteen luckily avoiding the warp and saving a few students. But, the rest, gone.
You gasp, "No!"
"DON'T IGNORE ME!" the dark haired woman appears in front of you, her expression changing quickly with a twisted glare. She hurls a backhand that throws you backwards into the constructed simulation buildings, you hit the roof and quickly flip over onto your feet as she lands where you had.
She swings a fist that slices through the air, you raise your forearm to block and push against the force to send send a few jabs of your own. She effortlessly dodged, back flipping on tone next rooftop before lunging forwards to tackle you into the ground. You grimaced, you were getting slower...
The both of you fall through the roof and out the rooms window as she uses your own forceful shove against you, falling the next few flights, you feel her hand wrap around your neck, squeezing as you both fall through the simulations hurricane simulation. She brought her face downwards as you choked under her grasp, trying to peel her fingers back while concentrating on materializing a barrier to break your fall. Her hair blowing back as the air grew thick and forceful from the simulation, her eyes softened, almost mockingly, as your face reddened from the lack of air, her tentacles only thickened as you dug your nails into them. "S-Saya--," you both fell faster, your concentration breaking as Saya's pupils dilated when you whimpered unwittingly, her claws piercing the sides of your neck up to your jaw.
You breathlessly screamed, your right hand coming up quickly to drag across the surface of the building, the skin of your fingers scraping along the cement as you continue to fall. You wince before finding a gap between the the broken windows and gripping it tightly, it breaks apart beneath your hold, you halt to a stop and Saya falls beneath you with a loosened hold on your shoulder. You let go of the windows edge, your fist falling as your lungs swell with air, you let out out a cry as you punch her directly in the gut. Bringing your knee's up, the ground finally closing in, Saya releases an irritated grunt, grabbing your wrist as you throw another, you pull her in and your foreheads connect violently.
She shakes it off, her right leg kicking and forcing you in the side of the building, your side scraping the broken cement before you push off of it and tackle Saya into the ground. Dust surrounds the two of you as a giant crater forms beneath the both of you, the older woman screams out in pain, the hurricane stricken land cracks and splinters around her. You sit up, rolling off of the woman as she coughs while blood slowly runs down her jaw, groaning.
You crawl to the side, clawing at the dirt, you turn on your back as the ground beneath you finally calms, you take a shuttering breath that makes you wince.
Placing your hand against the scarf around your waist, you pull your fingers back to look at the stain it leaves behind, blood dripping from your palm down your wrist. You weren't healing...
Your gaze flickers to the woman turning on her side, a light chuckle leaving her lips, "Oh, I never...I never imagined..." she pants breathless, sitting up, rather shakily, a hand along her ribs, most likely fractured. She throws her head back, laughing joyfully, despite the blood that filled her throat, "that you'd...be so much fun!" She gasped out, moaning lowly, turning her head to look at you, she bites her bottom lip while you sneer at her. "I didn't think I'd love the taste of my own blood in my mouth until now," she licks her lips, her tongue stained red.
"I'm glad at least one of us are enjoying this," you snarkily said.
She lunged at you first. But, you were quicker, lifting yourself off your feet, you turned on your heel, a hand around her throat this time, you forced her into the ground as you held tight. She groaned at the force, her tendrils wrapping around your wrist, "Urgh!"
You didn't have time to deal with her anymore. You needed to help Aizawa and find everyone else.
"I'm tired of this," you glared, your palms pushing down into her skin, she visibly tensed but kept the inviting smirk on her face. "Why're you after All Might all of a sudden, huh? Why now? Bringing all of these villains here, for what? They can't beat him, not even you," she huffed at that, as if I had insulted her too greatly, "What's the catch this time? Why risk it?"
She broke the fabric of your costume, your sleeves ripping as she digs her claws into your wrists but you don't let go, your quirk beginning to drain her energy, white wisps curling around your arm's and through your chest. "You're pretty smug now, aren't you, little one? With your enemy pinned down, a hand on my throat, you've got me, I admit," she snickered humorlessly, her eyes darkening, "But, I'm much more interested in what you'll do if I don't tell you," she questioned.
Your eye's widened a fraction before you sneered down at her, sending a violent pulse through her head that made her jump, similar to an electric pulse, she gasped with a light breath of humour as a migraine made her wince. "So that's what you'll do," she hummed.
You rolled your eye's, "I don't have time for this," you took another wave of energy from her, to which she dragged her claws across your leg hardly breaking skin as she winced with a gritted of her teeth. "Tell me NOW!"
"I wouldn't know, completely," she admits, tiredly, blinking rapidly as her head falls back as she takes a quick breath. "But, I'd say, that big fellow is quite something in the area of tearing a man's spine out, I would know," she mused, your brows furrowed in confusion.
"W-what?" You racked your brain, shaking your head. "The one next to the leader? Nomu? But, You were the Nomu. You can't be the one to defeat All Might," you glared.
She smiled, her pearly white canines bloodied, "Oh, my dear. Sweet (y/n)," her voice was soft and quaint, as if she would've ran a hand through your hair if she could, "My quirk is to mirror the appearance of another through the threading of blood. The less polluted, the better the construct. I am not, nor have ever been a Nomu, my love," her eyes cross, you pulled your hands from her throat, replenished as she slumped, "I am not the final boss. And I am not here for All Might."
You pulled away from her, rising to your feet as she only continued to stare into your eye's, for once without a smile on her face, "I'm here for you."
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Toshinori stared at his phone, his brows furrowing worriedly, his answering machine going to voice mail for the 6th time in the last five minutes. He paced the teachers lounge, unable to help the uneasy feeling creeping up his spine, he released a heavy breath as he clicked your number once again.
Pressing the phone to his ear, he sat down on the couch, tapping his right foot nervously as it rang, once, twice....
"Hi!"
"(Y/n), honey--!" He started before pausing.
"--you've reached (Y/n) Yagi ! I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Leave a message after the beep," Your father pouted, sighing, he always fell for that. "Beep!" You added at the end, cutely.
He starred at the screen as the machine beeps afterwards, "Honey," he brings the phone back up to his ear, "Call me back as soon as you get this. I know I was supposed to be there but--" he sighed to himself, knowing you were probably disappointed in him. "Just pick up the phone. I'm a little worried now. Aizawa isn't answering his either."
He hung up, then going to Aizawa's phone number, ready to call for the 10th time, before finally having enough. His form instantly beginning to swell into the form of All Might, "What could make them not pick up their phones? I'm on my wa--!" He paused as he opened the door, only to find Principal Next standing in front of him. The short creature smiling kindly, All Might sweatdrops.
"Hello!" He smiles, walking into the room, Toshinori chuckles nervously. "I heard you've had quite the morning today, Toshinori." He holds up a tablet, scrolling down one of the online tabloids that had already covered a story on his 5 heroic rescues this morning and afternoon. "You've been busy, I see."
All Might sits opposite from the hybrid dog/rat (wtf is Nezu?), "Yes, Principal."
"And considerably weakened from your efforts as well, it seems."
He deflated, his grin turning strained. "I-i suppose so, Principal Nezu."
The hyper-intelligent animal hummed thoughtfully, shaking his head. "All Might, I hope you understand there are more heroes capable of rescuing others just as efficiently. A new age comes with new efforts and responsibilities, that is why you teach here at U.A., to inspire the coming age of new heroes," he reminded, placing the tablet down. "But, You can't be a teacher at U.A., if you're never here for the classes, remember?"
All Might nods in understanding, sighing softly. "You're right, Principal. I'll try to be more mindful of my timing, and responsible for my students," he bowed his head down low, before slowly rising to his feet.
But, before he could say anything more, Nezu hummed, questioning. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"
All Might's form shakes slightly I'm his effort to keep himself together, he takes a forced, steady breath. "My students," he began, he reached into his pocket, taking out his phone. "Aizawa hasn't answered any of my calls, neither has my daughter," his grip on the device tightens slightly at that. "There may be something wrong. I should go and check, usually (y/n) picks up her phone."
Nezu shook his head. "That is not wise, not now at least. You look like you're ready to collapse any minute, that form won't last long if you leave now." He nodded to himself then, "Stay here for another few minutes and replenish your energy, Class-1A will be fine until then."
All Might sighed lowly before his form suddenly poofed and he was back into his skinny form, coughing up a handful of blood, he groaned. "I suppose a few more moments wouldn't hurt."
Nezu nodded. "I'll try to get in touch with Eraserhead until then."
Toshinori hummed in acceptance, his gaze drifting down to the phone in his hand, he couldn't help the chill that quickly began to creep up his spine, something just wasn't right and he couldn't help but feel like it was something bad.
He pressed down on your caller ID one more time as principal Nezu left the room to call Thirteen and Eraserhead.
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Running across the simulated grounds, you jumped over the scattered debris, flipping off the side edge of a torn building. Getting closer and closer to the battlefield ahead, you could hear the dozens of fights sprouting along the field as your classmates were in battles of their own.
Despite the predicament, however, you noticed they were handling themselves just fine, so you didn't stop, you had to get to Aizawa. If your father didn't make it in time, the final boss wouldn't be beaten by Aizawa alone.
You skidded to a stop as you came across the battlefield, finally catching sight of your teacher fending the villains off with his capture weapon. Throwing them around with ease, but he was considerably overwhelmed, there were still dozens more villains to go.
You leaped over the divider separating you from the battle front, breaking off the end of pipe sticking out out of the broken building debris around you. Running into the fray, you swung the pipe piece like a staff, your energy swirling through it, making it stronger and flattening the rod like fire to metal. It connected against the side of a man with spikes sticking out of his head, heading for Aizawa while his back was turned. He hit another villain, a woman with acid for hair, both of them falling to the ground, the man yowling in agony.
You hum lightly, your gaze lifting to gaze across the field, where the light haired villain stood, the boss, the one who orchestrated all of this. Beside him, the Nomu, even bigger than Saya had portrayed it to be, it was monstrously huge, even taller and wider than your father, All Might. You couldn't imagine the terrifying power it possessed, but for whatever reason, it had yet yet to join the fight. But, it was staring directly at you, it's bulging, unblinking eyes were soulless and blank, but that didn't stop the undeniable swell of horror that struck you just from the sight of it.
If this thing was supposed to defeat All Might, then you wondered if you would stand a chance.
Aizawa turned, yanking his scarfs end down, a few meters away, three villains smash down into the earth. His eyes widen in relief upon seeing you, "(Y/n)!" He glanced behind you, expression hardening as he whipped his scarf around and towards a villain charging with a mallet he was preparing to swing, you take the end of the capture weapon and hurl the villain into four others coming from the side. They all go down, tumbling to the floor, Aizawa turns his attention back to you, "I'm glad you're ok."
You nodded, smiling faintly, "Thank you, Master."
He nodded towards the villains approaching, "Now," he turned to face the enemies charging. "Stay close, kid, don't stray from me, I don't want you leaving my sight even for a moment," he looked at you from the side as you both got into a separate stance, recalling the many sessions you had trained with him. You took a steady breath, Aizawa flicked the end of the capture weapon, it wrapped itself around your waist, securely, "These guys don't have much experience it seems but don't be fooled, they hold strength in numbers for whatever they lack in skill. Because of this, I want you to do something for me, kid," you looked up at him, "Now isn't the time, so, don't ever hold back."
Your lips curled up at the request, your master giving you permission to finally give these villains everything you've got, and everything they deserved. A smirk forming across your face, your eye's flashing, the pipe you held in your hand elongating from the flow of hot, burning energy that encircled it, the sharpened edge cutting into the tiled floor. "Yes, Master," you turned to face the villains coming from behind, your backs facing one another.
A villain snickers, amused, raising his forearms for you to view, "Little girl came to play," he chuckled, his associates doing the same, getting into their own stances to charge you all at once. "I can't wait to see what your insides look like when we're done with you," he maddeningly cackled before surging forwards along with the rest, you sneer at him.
Aizawa glances back at you, nodding and decking a villain swift across the jaw, flipping over to spin kick another and hurl two villains down the path with his scarf.
You twirl the staff in your hand, gripping it hard before swinging it violently, twisting your body with the blow. A bolt of energy leaving the tip and smacking against the villains head sending him flying to to the side, the others gasp, their approach slacking and you leap up, bringing your staff down onto the spine of a woman with miny drills for hair. She screeches before going limp beneath you, "Gah!" You jump over her, kneeing another in the gut and taking the hem of his collar and tossing him over your shoulder.
Your eye's flash white and you feel a tug on the capture weapon around your waist, you glance back at Aizawa before bracing yourself. He pulls quickly, throwing you up into the air, you're a few dozen feet up when you turn mid air, your right hand closes around the scarf and you yank it upwards. Aizawa goes soaring up above you from the force, you untie the scarf from your waist before materializing a barrier above you, gravity shifts and you stop rising and you angle your body downwards and push your feet against the energized platform, feeling it shatter as you shove your weight downwards.
You feel the atmosphere swell around you, spinning your body as your quirks power cuts through the air, the villains below begin to slow, although you notice as their steps falter as most have gathered in one area. You effortlessly begin to charge up your limbs, gathering up stored energy in your fists and forearms, you grimace, your eye's blazing white and a scream ripping past your lips. The ground comes closer and you throw your hands up, as your feet meet the ground, a crater forming beneath you, your fists meet the ground, it swells as a violent energy crashes through the tiles, everything beneath you exploding to shattered rubble, a destructive wave surround you as dust consumes your vision and rises into the air.
Villains surrounding you are lifted and tossed across the perimeter, screaming as they're uncontrollably sent flying all across the field, crashing into the water, simulated buildings, even unceremoniously crushed beneath the rubble. The Nomu, off to the side, turns his back to the wave of energy crashing towards it, spreading out its large arms to cover its leader, who raised a hand over his shocked face. "Isn't this a surprise," the blue haired villain chuckled to himself.
The dust begins to clear, you're in the middle of a giant crater that spreads out 20 ft all around you, you turn your head tiredly as Aizawa lands in a crouch beside you, glancing around at the damage and injured villains that surround you, most groaning and scrambling away, to weakened to fight. You pant heavily, but smile faintly as your teacher places a hand on your shoulder, keeping you steady. His eyes are wide, softening proudly at you, he wasn't expecting such a powerhouse, only months before you hadn't been able to even cause half the damage you had done today. You really have gotten stronger than he had ever thought you could in such a short amount of time, he couldn't imagine your power in your prime.
"Are you ok?" He questioned.
You nodded, straightening before wincing, your hand going to your waist quickly. "Hey! What is it?" He steadied you, brows furrowing in worry. Pulling your fingers away, blood staining them, you hissed in pain, slumping slightly. His expression hardening, "Dammit, why didn't you say something?"
"It wasn't a priority until now," you answered, while Aizawa shook his head.
"You're just like your old man, both of you can be such a pain," he sighed.
You chuckled. "You love us."
"I tolerate you. I hate him," Aizawa stated, pushing you behind him as the dust cleared around the both of you.
You snickered softly, before you both turn your attention to the leader, who stood alone, only a few other villains getting up from the sides.
Aizawa frowned, his hands balling up around his capture weapon, "(y/n), stay behind me."
You knew you wouldn't be any help for now, you'll need to replenish, find a source of energy before you could land another significant blow. So you nodded reluctantly.
You stepped back as Aizawa surged forwards, dodging the coming villains left and right, tossing them to the side and forcing their heads down into the dirt. As Aizawa neared the final boss, your gaze left the two, glancing around the area, you stepped back again, confused.
Where's the Nomu?
You paled, just before freezing over feeling a chill creep up your spine before a large shadow looms over you, a pair of heavy footsteps that makes you hold your breath.
It's silent and it's terrifying. It's hand quickly takes the back of your neck, holding you in place, you feel a horrifying pulse go through you before it makes the first move.
"I'm not the final boss," The leader smirks at Eraserhead.