(Very long chapter ahead, enjoy!)
Chapter 42
A loud rumbling sound shook the building structure, alarms blaring and students panicking. Aoyama was sobbing, still trapped in their homeroom teacher's scarf. He didn't want any of this! He cared so much for his comrades that it broke him to purposely put them in danger. He hated being the pawn used in such a horrid game.
Izuku started hyperventilating, looking around anxiously as distant shouts could be heard. With the security system down, the academy was vulnerable, with students and teachers running around either to safety or to help others.
"Midoriya!" Someone shouted, bringing him out of his shocked state. Todoroki shook his shoulders, staring at him wide-eyed. "This is no time to panic, we need to act, now!"
"Y-You're right," the greenette stuttered out, letting out a shaky breath. Katsuki placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a determined look.
"Let's finish this for once and for all," Katsuki all but growled, a murderous aura surrounding him as he charged forward, heading to where explosions could be heard. Izuku shouted at him to wait, running after him with the rest of his class in tow, and All Might joining them.
"Young students! Wait!" Toshinori exclaimed, causing the majority of them to turn their heads. "Before you head straight to battle, you need to come up with a course of action first!"
"We don't have time for that!" Kastuki hissed. "The entire fucking system is down and All for One is here! What the fuck do you mean we have to wait?!"
"Young Midoriya is still recovering, he's in no shape to fight right now!" Toshinori pushed, causing Izuku to scowl.
"You might be right, but I'm not going to stand back and have everyone fight in my place! I already fought him once, I know his tactics and how powerful he is," Izuku said, his hands trembling but his expression serious.
"You ended up in the hospital!" All Might argued.
"You did too!" Izuku countered with a shout, the rest of their class watching the exchange. "He's after me, I'm the one supposed to defeat him."
"We all are," Uraraka piped in, worry etched on her face. "We don't know why he's after you, but you don't have to do this alone. All Might is right, you're still recovering, so let us help you."
The building trembled as another explosion detonated a few feet behind them. Most of them yelped, Todoroki quickly created an ice wall to absorb the shock and prevent flying debris from hurting them. The ground began shaking, and Uraraka immediately touched her classmates and activated her quirk to make them float just before the floor collapsed.
"We don't have much time! Uraraka, Tsuyu, Shoji, Iida, Koda, and Kirishima, please go on a rescue mission and help those who might be injured or trapped!" Izuki commanded, receiving nods and approvals. Uraraka deactivated her quirk, making sure they all landed safely before sprinting off with the others.
The rest of the class rushed to where the commotion started, yelping when a wave of blue flames engulfed the area around them. Izuku's demeanor turned murderous, eyes dulling as he muttered the culprit's name, "Dabi Himura."
"And at last we meet eye to eye, Izuku Midoriya," the jet black-haired male taunted, stepping through the flames with a sinister smile. Todoroki activated his quirk, using his ice to kill the fire. Dabi's attention turned to the heterochromatic boy, his smile widening. "And if it isn't Endeavor's experimental child! How's daddy dearest, Shoto?"
Todoroki was taken aback, his stance momentarily stiffening before he glared at the male. "It's none of your business."
The tension in the air thickened as they stared at each other, making Katsuki click his tongue in irritation. He prepared an explosion, ready to charge forward when Izuku hastily grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Shocked, he opened his mouth to protest until he saw a dagger fly right in front of his face and pierce the wall beside them.
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