My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academima/Boku no Hero Academia.
Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence. If you are easily triggered by violent scenarios, please do not read this chapter.
Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America. I will be posting in chapters/sections. I hope you have as much fun reading these pieces, as I did writing them.
Chapter Thirty-One: Buried in Ash and Forgotten
"Leave her alone, Zombie Bastard," Bakugo snapped.
Dabi leaned back in his chair, scowling at him. "You sure got a mouth on you. I was just talking to her. If you want to continue to be an ass about it, maybe I'll think of something other than talking to do." Dabi lit his hand in blue flame, balancing the fire between his slender fingers.
"Touch her, and I'll kill you," Bakugo snarled.
Dabi's smile widened. "Tempting," he said. His smile faded and so did the flame. "But, I'm supposed to play nice." He ran a hand through his hair, shutting his eyes and leaning back. "Count yourselves lucky that the snake freak isn't the one on first shift."
"Yes, because the murderous arsonist is the better option," Bakugo stated flatly.
You blinked sleepily, barely keeping it together. Your throat hurt. Your head was swimming. For a moment, the world went black, stuttering back when your head hit Bakugo's shoulder with force. Startled, he pulled back.
"Shit, Big Brain..." he murmured. His red eyes softened, looking down at you.
"I'm fine," you said on reflex, your head pulsing in pain.
Dabi stood. Bakugo's focus snapped back on him. Dabi paused, tilting his head and looking you over. He gritted his teeth, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't move," Dabi said. He left the room.
"Are you okay?" Bakugo asked, as soon as the door had shut.
You closed your mouth, clenching your teeth and angling your face away from him.
"I'll take that as a no," Bakugo said.
"I'm scared," you finally said, choking on the words like sand.
Bakugo stiffened beside you, and his breath caught. "Listen to me, Big Brain. You don't need to be scared. I'm getting us out of this. I swear to you that I'm not going to let anything bad happen—"
"It already happened," you said between a sob. You turned your tear-streaked face back to him. "Mr. Aizawa told us not to leave campus, and we did. This is all my fault. Todoroki could barely breathe. Mina and Sero were unconscious. Kirishima...oh...poor Kirishima..." You cried. "Why didn't I just listen?" you asked.
Bakugo clenched his jaw, searching your expression. His face started growing red in anger. He shifted several times, before growling in irritation.
"Dammit! Come here! I can't hold you like this," he shouted.
You hesitated at first, unable to determine if his anger was at you. When he leaned in your direction, you buried your face into his shoulder, letting it all out.
"Everything hurts, Bakugo. My heart hurts." Your whole body trembled. "I-I couldn't protect my friends."
Bakugo set his chin on top your head, unable to do much else. "It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself," he spoke softly. His low rumbling voice consoled you slightly. "It's not your fault they targeted you. It's not your fault that they hurt our friends. I promise you we're going to get out of this. It will take a whole hell of a lot more to break Shitty Hair or Icy Hot. We need to be focusing on how to escape. That's what they would want us to do."
You nodded into his shoulder, sniffling.
"I'm going to ask you again. Are you okay?"
"What about you?" you mumbled into his sleeve.
"I didn't ask about me," he said.
You gulped, feeling the burn around your neck flare up in pain. He knew you weren't okay. He had to know. You were barely keeping conscious. "I'll make it," you said, biting into your bottom lip.
He hummed, clearly not believing you.
The door opened, and you and Bakugo sprung away from each other. Dabi held up a red plastic cup with a straw sticking out of it.
"If you so much as think about biting me, I'm burning you to a crisp. I don't give a shit about what Shigaraki said. Let me give the kid some orange juice." Dabi kicked over a wooden crate, skidding it past Bakugo and setting the orange juice on the dusty surface. He slid the box closer to you with the tip of his boot. Part of the contents in the cup spilled with the movement, hitting the rotting wood and soaking into it. "Drink it."
You eyed the contents suspiciously, shaking your head.
Dabi shrugged. "Suit yourself. I don't give a shit if you die from blood loss. It might lose me some points in The League, but I tried." Dabi took his seat again, looking bored. "I'm not Kobura. I don't go around poisoning shit. If I got a problem with you, I'll deal with it with my own two hands." He spread his fingers lighting his palm on fire for emphasis, before putting it out.
Bakugo would have normally sent back a sarcastic remark at that, but he kept his mouth shut. His gaze was focused on the cup. Bakugo glanced at you in concern. You took the hint. He was worried, and worried for Bakugo meant like you looked like you were on death's door. You scooted closer to the cup, taking a sip out of the straw. It was still cold, and the liquid spread through your system, relieving some of the pain that had settled in your small frame.
Dabi raised an eyebrow, smirking. He settled back again, watching the two of you with relative disinterest. You finished the orange juice, nudging the crate away from you with your boot. Dabi turned his head toward the door, as if ensuring he was alone with both of you.
"I'm going to give you a piece of advice, Little One. Not that it matters much now, though I'm not a complete idiot and know if this plan goes to shit there'll be no keeping you here." He rolled out his shoulders and sighed, as if he thought this whole "plan" of theirs was doomed from the start. "Kobura wouldn't shut up about it, so I know that you were out on a date with Shoto Todoroki. I would keep as far away from that family as I could. Endeavor is one of the biggest scumbags you'll ever meet."
"You're one to talk," Bakugo said.
Dabi chuckled. "The Todorokis have got more skeletons in their closet than men I've killed."
"Why do you care?" you asked suddenly.
Dabi froze, almost not expecting you to speak. His bright blue eyes widened. "I don't," he said.
"Then, why say anything? Like I'm going to take advice from my captor?" you said with venom in your tone. "What do you know about Shoto? Nothing."
Dabi's expression solidified into stolidity. He clenched his fists. "Right. I don't know anything about him," he said distantly. He fell into silence, which appeared to be his regular habit, as he didn't look the least bit distressed to avoid conversation.
You shifted uncomfortably in your cuffs. The metal chaffed at your wrists. Bakugo was more easily able to lean back due to his restraints being in front of him. He didn't seem to mind, when you leaned into him, unable to find anywhere else to lie comfortably. Despite being upset about Dabi even saying anything about Shoto, after he'd nearly died, you managed to settle, letting sleep drag you under.
"You're going to want to see this," Kobura cooed, waking you from a restless slumber.
A projected image was illuminated on the crumbling wall in front of you. You had no inclination of what time it was because there weren't windows, but when your consciousness focused, a news channel was playing on the screen. You were staring at yourself.
"What?" you asked, the stinging in your head vibrating.
"Isn't she the perfect copy? Of course, she's not you, but Toga's quirk is absolutely remarkable." Kobura sauntered behind you, wrapping his arms around your aching shoulders. His fingers forcefully encircled your chin, holding you in a position so that you couldn't look away.
Kobura must have moved you in your sleep because you were just out of reach of Bakugo's chain. He was struggling against it now, trying to get to you.
"Her eyes, her voice, her lips, they're all just like yours," he whispered into your ear.
You stiffened in his grasp, just as both of your parents came into view. Your father had a hand on "your" shoulder and your mother was holding "your" hand.
"Mom...dad...?" you asked aloud.
Your body froze, gaping at the screen. How could they so easily be fooled? That wasn't you. That wasn't their daughter.
Kobura shifted behind you, turning on the volume for the projected image through his phone.
"I was so grateful that Izuku found me, but...I hope we're able to get Katsuki back. W-when I was trying to escape, he told me to stay with him. He said we were better off with The League of Villains. I didn't have time to convince him otherwise because they'd already decided cast me out with a warp gate. I-it was so scary," your doppelganger said, beginning to cry.
Your mother wrapped her arm around your shoulders, tearing up as well.
"We've agreed it's best that our daughter takes a few days off of school to recuperate after these tragic events. We're working with the police to ensure her safety," your father interjected.
"Don't listen to that!" Bakugo raged, struggling against his restraints. "Big Brain, look at me. You can't let that get into your head. Your damn parents wouldn't—"
Suddenly, your face appeared on the projection again. "K-Katsuki, if you're listening, please come back to UA. You're a hero, not a villain," Toga said in your voice.
Bakugo's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth. "This is such bullshit! No one would ever believe that crap!"
"Your parents don't even know it's not you. It's like you could disappear and everything would be fine. No more worries about what they think. You don't have to keep fighting to prove that your quirk is something special," Kobura said, muting the news.
"W-why would you do this?" Your voice cracked, tears forming in your sensitive eyes.
"How could they not notice? How could they not know that's not you?" Kobura asked in return, moving his possessive fingers up to your shoulders. "I would never make that mistake."
"If you think for one second, Eye Bags, Shitty Hair, or Icy Hot believe that that's you, you're not the same Big Brain that I know. They're probably going ballistic," Bakugo said.
"But, what about the two people who raised her? She's an only child, isn't she? If her parents can't even tell the difference, how could anyone else, especially people that have only known her for a few months?" Kobura asked.
Doubt clouded your vision. You bit into your bottom lip, breaking skin and tasting blood.
"You understand, don't you? The people around you don't really know you. They know your quirk, maybe, but they can't recognize the real you."
"Don't listen to him," Bakugo said in a tense voice.
"The public is already doubting the brute. No one's coming for him, nor will they be coming for you. If your 'friends' forgot about you like that, is it really worth it to go back?"
"I-I..." your voice quavered.
"Anna!" Bakugo pleaded.
Your eyes locked onto his, tears already tracing down your cheeks. "They forgot me? They can't tell the difference?" you asked helplessly.
Bakugo physically shuddered. He shook his head. "No, Anna. We'd never forget you."
"They would," Kobura breathed.
"They know that that's not really you."
"They don't."
"Trust your friends."
"They don't trust you."
You closed your eyes, forcing back the darkness attempting to overtake your struggling thoughts. Your breathing became ragged, uncontrollable. Kobura's arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you into his chest, rocking you as if to calm you. You shivered in fear, unable to force him off of you with your restrained hands.
All of the bullying, all of the doubts, all of the disappointed eyes on you, came flooding into your fragile mind. Your focus left what Kobura was doing, spiraling into ways that you could dig yourself out of the pit of uncertainty you'd fallen into. Like flint hitting against steal, every negative emotion and memory struck the pieces together, making your quirk spark in and out of existence. Your mind sucked in garbled thoughts and spat out small mind blasts that shot anything loose in the room flying.
How could anyone trust you? Your quirk was unpredictable. No one remembered you. How would anyone rely on you to save them? Your parents couldn't tell the difference between you and a villain copying you. Maybe, it was better you just...
"Your favorite color is blue!"
Your eyes shot open to see Bakugo was standing, every muscle working to break free.
"W-what?" you asked, lip trembling.
"You love sharks like that damn Shitty Hair! Y-you're favorite dessert is chocolate cake. You sleepwalk after really stressful days. You're the only person I know who could trip falling up the stairs. You walk a hell of a lot slower than me, but that's because you tend to skip when you're excited, which would normally irritate me, but..." he continued rambling. His face growing redder and redder. "I would never forget anything about you, nor would any of those damn Extras! So, don't listen to this creep because he doesn't know a single thing about who you really are!"
You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes. Your hair relaxed as the feral part of your quirk subdued itself. Kobura snaked an arm around your shoulders again, leaning into your ear.
"If they really knew you, don't you think they would be here already? Don't you think 'you' wouldn't be on the news?" he hissed.
"Don't I matter? Doesn't my opinion matter, Big Brain? I'm right here." The chains cracked from the strain Bakugo was putting on them. "You were mad when I kissed you. I know you were because you wanted to respect that damn Icy Hot and that's why I backed off, but my feelings haven't changed."
"You what?" Kobura asked. He drew his body away from yours.
Bakugo ignored him, continuing. "You know damn well that I'm right here, and, just like all of those other Extras, I would be spending every second that you were missing trying to find a way to come get you, to bring you home safely."
The room grew silent. Bakugo's ragged breathing and the creaking chains seemed to be the only noise infiltrating the space.
"I find it funny that you know so much about her," Kobura stated, standing and breaking what little peace there was in the air. His steps toward Bakugo were deliberate. His hands slowly danced around his own face in frustration. "So many weeds that need to be picked from my darling Anna's garden. How can I see to it that you all understand that she's mine?"
"I told you that she doesn't belong to anyone, you creep," Bakugo snarled.
You saw the knife, even made a move to stop him, but Kobura was much faster than you were, especially as you were restrained. With one hand, he'd swiftly pulled the knife, bringing it to Bakugo's chest. With the other he'd grabbed your chin and jaw, raising you from your position on the ground roughly with a tug of his arm.
"Should I kill him, Anna? Would that make you love me? I know of this Katsuki Bakugo, the boy driven by anger and pride. He has so many traits of a villain that it's a wonder they'd even consider him for UA," Kobura said, digging his fingernails into your skin.
"Don't," you said firmly, struggling to keep at the height he was holding your face.
"That's not really an answer. Is it, Anna? You keep telling me not to do things, but the way I see it, that's what everyone keeps telling me. Don't do this. Don't do that. Maybe I should start making my own moves. Maybe then things would be different."
You squeaked in fear, when he clenched your jaw even harder between his fingers.
"You're hurting her," Bakugo snapped, unmoving.
"No. I don't think that I am," Kobura said. "I think that you're hurting her with your pretty-boy lies. I think that leading her on isn't the way you should be playing this game of mine." Kobura threw you away from him, forcibly making you sprawl out onto the floor. His gold, shimmering hand moved to Bakugo's face instead. "Why should you be the only one to taste her lips? Why not me as well?" he asked, hooded toxic green eyes gazing steadily into Bakugo's crimson orbs. Kobura leaned closer, changing the knife's position so that it was at the back of Bakugo's neck.
"Back off, you sick—mmn!"
Kobura's lips were on Bakugo's. The threat of the knife, keeping him forward.
"No!" you shouted.
Bakugo snapped his head into Kobura's in an effort to get him off. Kobura started to laugh when he drew back and wiped some blood from his mouth. Bakugo must have bitten him because he immediately spit some blood out from his own mouth.
"So feisty," Kobura said. He took a few paces back, grabbing you by the arm. "You claim that you love my Sweet Anna, that you cherish her more than I do. Forgetting people is easier than you might think. Damaging a mind only takes a bit of viral venom. You should already feel it clouding your thoughts." Kobura lifted you from the ground, forcing you in front of him. "If you were truly the one to be with her, you would have no problem not attacking her. Wouldn't you? You would never hurt Sweet Anna on purpose. Would you?"
Bakugo shook his head. His eyes fluctuated between dilating and thinning. You thrashed in Kobura's grasp, being pushed closer and closer to the ever-struggling Bakugo. Heat was already pulsing from him. A snarl formed onto his face.
"You finally get to see my true power, Anna. There's nothing holding it back from attacking his brain. Look at the way he can barely fight it. He's so inferior to you," Kobura said.
You could only watch in horror, as Bakugo lost himself. His shoulders hunched, lip curling over sharp teeth. His gaze wavered between worry to rage, fumbling with the substance that had clearly ran through his bloodstream.
Bakugo lashed out at you, the life leaving his eyes. The chain creaked against the wall, rattling as Bakugo's flailing became more aggressive. You trembled in terror at how fervently he was trying to get to you, maybe an inch away from reaching you. He was reduced to a primal animal, trying to tear apart its prey. The condition worsened the longer you were forced to stay just out of his grasp. A series of pops could be heard coming from the cuffs enclosing his arms, muffled by the strange metal. Your eyes widened as the smell of burning flesh sent fear spiking through you. He was hurting himself. He was causing explosions to set off, and it was simply ricocheting back onto his arms. Another snarl and snap of Bakugo's jaw came, when you tried to force yourself away from Kobura to help him.
"Bakugo, stop!" you shouted, falling back into Kobura's arms. "Y-your hands, your arms!" you screamed.
It wasn't Bakugo in front of you. There was no part of him left. All he seemed privy to was the urge to attack.
"Make it stop!" you shouted. "He's hurting himself! Please, make him stop!" you begged Kobura.
"I told you how sweet it was how my parents met, didn't I?" Kobura breathed into your hair, making you shudder. "They were forced to work with each other on a large-scale robbery. They argued. Then, they kissed, immediately attracted to each other on impulse, knowing full well that kiss would hurt the other. My father bit my mother on the lip, and my mother exchanged her viral saliva with his poison."
Kobura brushed your hair out of the way and pressed his lips against the back of your neck. You once again attempted futilely to rip yourself out of his possessive grasp.
"They discovered an immunity to each other's quirks, that they were made for each other, with a single press of the lips. Imagine thinking that you could never kiss someone without hurting them, never getting close to anyone because it's a relationship that would only dissolve toxically? Then, you find the one, a light in the darkness."
Bakugo set off a much larger explosion this time, the cuffs rattling, and you could visibly see the enflamed skin crawling up his arms. Kobura's hands moved to your waist. The door to the room flung open.
"What the hell is going on?!" Dabi yelled, taking in the scene before him.
Bakugo's endless struggle finally gained some purchase. His sneaker caught a wooden board just in the right way to break the rusted chain. He was in front of you, snarling. Painful explosions blasted against the metal frames. Your quirk snapped out, awakening to the danger and sending the rage-filled Katsuki Bakugo into the wall with such force it cracked. The sound of his head hitting a beam echoed in your ears. His unconscious body slid down the wall to a silent stop.
The cuffs around your wrists shattered, burst to pieces from the primal state of your quirk losing control. Your fingers moved to your head, which pulsed with newfound agony at your quirk struggling against Kobura's poison.
"You psychotic moron! You could have ruined everything!" Dabi hissed, storming over to the two of you.
Your quirk lashed out unnaturally, pushing him back. Kobura attempted to grab you, as he was closest. Your mind caught his movement. He barely managed to catch the necklace from Shoto with his fingers. You flung him in the direction of Dabi without much thought of collateral damage, and the necklace broke from your tender neck. You slammed a fist against the floor, and the boards buckled up one by one before settling again. You felt the strings around your quirk move back into your head like barbed wire. The pain was unbearable, forcibly tearing at your thoughts.
"Stay away from us!" you shouted. The building shivered as a wave of your mind whipped through it. You slammed the door shut, keeping them out, away from Bakugo.
Your mind pulsed with energy, making anything loose in the room shift and tremble. You attempted fruitlessly to calm your breathing, your quirk. You peeked one of your eyes open to see Bakugo, unmoving. Blood stained the wall behind him. The only indication that he was still alive was his shallow breathing. You crawled over to him, acutely aware of your splitting head. You forced the locks around his arms open with your unstable quirk, examining his arms. There were a few red raw burns, further away from his hands. You clutched his head to your chest, stroking his spiky hair.
The door you'd been keeping shut with your quirk unexpectedly began to decay. You settled one hand protectively on Bakugo's feverish head, and you lifted the other, prepared to fight. Shigaraki's red-eyed glare sent ice cracking through your veins. He didn't move from the door, but you could see his patience thinning. His hand scratched fervently at his neck.
"Let me help you," he said.
"No," you choked out. "You hurt him." Your hair began to lift again. Your trembling hand stayed aloft, not giving him a moment to move in.
"Kobura hurt him. He will be punished for his misbehavior," Shigaraki said. He crouched down, so that he was eye level with you. His hand stilled on his neck. "I had no intention of hurting either of you should you cooperate. It was my mistake to allow Kobura time alone with you. Let me help him."
"No," you said in a small voice. "Please just leave us alone," you said.
Shigaraki sighed. His scratching started up again, and he stood. He placed a discolored hand over his face, turning and leaving. You didn't move from where you were positioned, keeping your guard up even if you didn't see any of them at the door. You gulped. Your hand lowered on its own, your arm too tired to support it being raised. You tore the bottom of your dress, tying the lacy fabric around Bakugo's head, hoping that it would help stop the bleeding.
You pressed your forehead to Bakugo's. The fever had broken, sweat replacing the warmth.
"I'm so sorry," you murmured. "I'll get you out of here. I promise." You lost consciousness.
You woke up, standing between The League of Villains. Shigaraki's hand was raised in front of your face. You stumbled back, attempting to gain some kind of sense of where you were. You were in a bar. Bottles of amber and clear liquids lined the back wall. Dabi was sitting lax in one of the bar stools with a glass of dark liquid in his hand. Kobura was in the corner, toying with electronics, not paying attention to you. Toga was sitting on the bar, swinging her legs and pouting. A few others stood around you, one's that you didn't recognize and some you did.
"Are you finally awake?" Shigaraki inquired, lowering his hand.
You nodded, raising your arms above your head.
"Sleepwalking is rare for someone over the age of eight," Kobura muttered.
The villains paid him little mind.
"I hate when he's like this," Dabi grumbled, rolling his eyes and setting his glass down. "I don't understand why you let him act like a child when he doesn't get his way."
"How would you feel if you were scolded for loving someone too much?" Toga asked.
Dabi snickered. "As if I have the capacity to love."
Toga frowned, letting her shoulders drop and sighing. "I'm still upset that my mission failed, Dabi. That mean purple-haired kid nearly caught me with a stupid scarf, and Deku gave me the meanest look. Stop talking about love. You're making me think of Izuku again." She covered her cheeks.
"How the hell am I making you think of him?"
Shigaraki groaned. "Now? You think now if the right time to discuss this?" he asked.
Toga leapt from her place at the bar, walking carefully in your direction. You jolted back, fully aware that Mr. Compress was behind you.
"Easy," Mr. Compress said, and you froze.
"This is a shit show," Shigaraki said, scratching his neck. "Are you done with your tantrum? Will you let Toga help Bakugo now?" he asked.
You hesitated, slowly dropping your hands, earning tensed muscles around you. From how you left him, he was probably still relatively injured. You had nothing to help him yourself. If you didn't let anyone tend to his wounds, they may become permanent. Not to mention, you still weren't entirely certain how long you'd been unconscious.
"O-only Toga," you said, rubbing your arms.
Shigaraki waved his arm in dismissal. "Fine." He took a seat at the bar, picking absently at the wood.
Did he know you wouldn't leave without him? Did he care? You watched Toga grab a box from behind the bar and skip in the direction of what had to be your back room. You followed her, feeling eyes on you as you went, but before you could leave, your attention was drawn back to Kobura.
"Oops," he said.
Everyone froze. Shigaraki leaned back, turning his crimson gaze onto him.
"What do you mean, 'Oops'?" Shigaraki hissed.
Kobura tilted his head back, holding up Bakugo's phone with a blinking chip inside. "Secret tracking device. I missed it."
"The hell you mean that you missed it?" Dabi snapped.
A loud explosion erupted from the back room, and Toga flipped back in the direction of the bar with her blades ready.
"Blasty Boy is awake," she said.
"That's the least of our problems," Shigaraki said, standing from his place.
"Tomura, we should..." the man behind the bar with a black and purple misty body spoke, but trailed off when Shigaraki had adjusted the hand on his face.
"Not now, Kurogiri. Not everything's quite in place yet," he said.
Bakugo moved out of the darkness, forcing Toga back with a cringing blast. He spotted you immediately and pulled you behind him.
"Where's the creep?" Bakugo asked.
Kobura exhaled, continuing to tinker. Bakugo was burning holes in the back of his head.
"I'm not allowed to play with you," Kobura said in a monotone voice, hunching his shoulders.
"Tell me that the heroes don't know where we are right now," Shigaraki glared at Kobura as well.
"Oh, they know where we are," Kobura said. "My guess is they knew as soon as the two of them were warped here."
Dabi kicked his barstool back, stomping in Kobura's direction, who continued to ignore the goings on around him. "You think it's funny to make a shitty mistake like that and just be so damn indifferent about it?"
"Only if it pisses you off," Kobura said.
Bakugo laughed. "You idiots didn't even check my phone for bugs?" He lowered his stance. "All Might's going to totally wreck you losers."
Shigaraki made an animalistic noise. His composure dissolving with Bakugo's words. Shigaraki raised one of his hands.
"Tomura Shigaraki, no!" Kurogiri warned.
"Don't touch them. They are still valuable to us."
Bakugo stiffened. His fingers curled. "Want to run that by me again, Crusty Ass? I'll never join you!"
"Now that we know the heroes are coming, I don't have any more time to waste on you two. If you won't join us, there's no time to convince you." Shigaraki turned away. "Master, lend me your power."
"That is a wise decision," the screen behind him announced.
"Compress, Kurogiri, let's subdue them. We have to move."
Bakugo shifted back, putting a hand out to protect you, as the two villains approached. Your quirk, once again, failed you. Had you not pushed it too far during the ambush, you certainly pushed it too far when Bakugo was poisoned.
Compress stepped closer and closer to you, adjusting his gloved hand. Bakugo's body shook ever so slightly, indicating that his body was still worse for wear. Neither of you could come up with a plan of action. You were surrounded. You were no stronger than a quirkless civilian. Even with your training, you could maybe subdue one person due to the current state of your body.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and everyone adjusted their attention to the abnormality of it.
"Pizza's here," a muffled voice came from the other side of the entrance.
A pause drifted into the tense space, a moment of confusion.
"Smash!" The wall burst open with a huge crash.
You grinned, despite yourself and nearly broke into tears, seeing that familiar hero's smile. All Might was here.