The USJ incident is... well, it’s a mess, to be honest.
The villains attack, surprise surprise. Well, let's rewind a bit: Aizawa's kid had been buzzing the previous night, excited for something he wouldn't tell the underground hero about; All Might used up all of his powered-up time merely on the way to school and then the class as a whole was very rowdy all morning, with only small pockets of tranquility (notably, the odd little trio of Todoroki, Shinsou and Midoriya, all talking to each other in sign language. Aizawa had noticed that budding friendship previously, but apparently it had solidified already, to a point).
In conclusion, Eraserhead was already fucking exhausted.
Then a bunch of villains decide to turn up and fucking attack his batch of new kids. Because what else would they do?
As the black void-fog-portal forms down in the plaza, resulting in a small flood of thugs, plus a couple of ridiculously extra leaders, Aizawa whirls to face them and immediately starts to shout for the kids to get the hell out of there, contact the main school, absolutely whatever they need o get out of this all safe. Somewhat unexpectedly, there's another voice joining his, this one lacking the stutter that he's already come to expect:
"Iida-kun! Go, now, get help - you're the fastest!"
And there's an odd surety, certainty, even command to that voice. It is the tone of someone who is keeping control and who has experience doing so. Experience keeping civilians safe and villains afraid. But no, now's not the time to ponder that, Aizawa tells himself. He's got to try and get any semblance of advantage that he can weasel out of their attackers right now. Even if that means jumping straight into the fray.
Whilst their teacher - his Dadzawa no no no - is already leaping into battle, Izuku is attempting to corral his classmates into some semblance of a coherent defensive unit.
He's told Iida to go, using that tone that gets civilians who are frozen in fear to flee to safety, the voice that is a sort of soft command and took him a year to get right, and the taller boy escapes through the gates just as they snap shut, catching a bit of his armour with an awful crunching sound. Luckily, it only looks to be his heel, so he might not be injured.
Refocusing on the other eighteen of them, Izuku starts to speak, only to be cut off by more whirling black portals that, even as he jumps away to try and avoid them, catching a hold of Shinsou to try and drag him to safety too, he gets caught up in one of them that forms a good metre above the ground.
Then there's a blur of darkness, a rushing of non-existent wind and he's plunging into water, shockingly cold, losing his grip on Shinsou's indigo jumpsuit, instantly trying to assess his surroundings beyond the cold, dark, water, so much pressure, movement, cold, more movement, a flash of something that's not Shinsou, oh fuck, that's a villain and he pulls his baton, instantaneously going to use the shock then realising that would be a pretty shitty idea, then making do with jabbing it straight forward into something's face, hoping the direct movement wouldn't allow too much resistance to lessen the power of his blow.
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FanfictionIzuku is a vigilante, and frankly it's the only good thing in his life. Or at the very least, it's brought about all of the good things. He loves nothing more than patrolling under the stars with Eraserhead at his side and Tsukauchi a phone call awa...
