|REWRITING|
' Look at Her; She Is the Most Powerful of Us All '
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Y/N had a difficult past filled with hardship and oppression, which she despised. From the moment she hatched until her tragic dea...
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The cool air around you feels strange, unfamiliar, and sharp as your eyes snap open. The familiar hum of the world outside has faded into an eerie silence, and in that silence, a cry cuts through the stillness. It's not just any sound—it's a scream. A scream laced with fear, pain, and an unmistakable sense of hatred. It grips your heart, seizing it in a cold, relentless fist.
You shoot upright, your massive form rising from where you had been lying, every muscle tensed, your ruby-red eyes flashing with blinding intensity. You don't need to think, don't need to question. The scream is all the confirmation you need. Izuku. Izuku is in danger.
Your jaw clenches, the rage welling inside you like a tidal wave, surging through every fiber of your being. The instinct to protect him is primal, uncontrollable. Someone dares to harm your Izuku? The thought alone sends your blood boiling, your very bones vibrating with the fury of a beast awakened.
Without a second thought, your body shifts into camouflage, blending seamlessly with the shadows. The world around you becomes a blur, and the fury in your chest propels you forward with incredible speed. You don't waste a moment. You don't need to be told where to go. You can feel it in the very air—the direction that your Izuku's presence calls to you from, like a beacon in the night.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you race through the dark streets, weaving between the alleys and buildings, your feet barely touching the ground. You hear nothing but the pounding of your own heartbeat, the rush of wind in your ears, and the vague, distorted sound of the scream still ringing in your head.
Not far now.
With every step, the rage inside you burns brighter, the desire to find the one who would dare harm the boy you've sworn to protect becoming an all-consuming fire. The screams echo louder in your mind, urging you onward, faster. They will pay. There is no other option.
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Shigaraki's smirk widens as the Nomu looms over Eraserhead, its massive, twisted form relentlessly pounding the pro hero. Every blow, every cry of pain from Eraserhead fuels his dark amusement. This was the culmination of so much effort, a truly satisfying display of power. He lingers in the moment, eyes gleaming with anticipation, ready to pick out his next target—perhaps the green-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya. A perfect opportunity to test his own chaos further.
But before he can even fully turn his gaze toward the boy, the air suddenly shifts. A sound erupts, sharp and guttural, vibrating the very earth beneath him. It's not a human cry—it's something more primal, something far more dangerous. A thunderous roar splits the atmosphere, filling the air with a force that makes even Shigaraki flinch. He grimaces, his hands instinctively reaching up to cover his ears, but the sound is already inside his head, rattling his skull.
The roar is followed by a chilling silence, the kind that presses in on you like the air before a storm. His heart races, unease trickling in as he stands frozen for just a split second—just long enough to notice the shift in the atmosphere.
Before he can register the change, something sharp and heavy impacts him with brutal precision. A jolt of agony erupts at the nape of his neck. The sudden, intense pain is so overwhelming that for a split second, everything goes black, and he feels himself thrown forward like a ragdoll.
His body collides with the Nomu, the impact so violent that the creature screeches in pain and surprise, stumbling backward, its grotesque form staggering from the hit. The villain's face meets the Nomu's flesh with a sickening thud, his body bouncing off the creature's rocky body, and the sound of the impact resonates in his bones. He's momentarily dazed, completely disoriented.
Shigaraki's eyes water as he struggles to catch his breath, the sharp sting at the back of his neck still radiating outward, searing through his body like a wild fire. He instinctively reaches back, fingers trembling as they touch the wound—the skin is already bruising, already stinging with an unnatural, jagged sensation. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal. It wasn't human. He could feel the raw power coursing through his body from that single strike.
"W-What the hell was that?" he spits, pushing himself away from the Nomu with a grunt, his hands still twitching with the need to control the chaos around him. The Nomu, stunned, lets out a guttural growl, cradling its wound where Shigaraki had been thrown into it. The creature's body seems to pulse unnaturally where the impact landed—an area where Shigaraki can already see a deep, seeping cut, fresh and raw. It wasn't just any kind of strike. No, that force had come from something with substance.
Before Shigaraki can fully recover, he hears it. The faintest of growls, like a storm rolling in. The ground trembles slightly beneath him.
"Shigaraki..." murmurs a voice, rough and cold with barely-contained fury. He whips his head to the side, his pale eyes wide with surprise.
Standing at the edge of the destruction, in a looming shadow so vast it almost seems to swallow the landscape around it, is a massive figure—one he knows all too well. Its form is sleek and powerful, a blur of snowy white scales and wings stretching wide as if daring the heavens themselves. And at the center of it all—its glowing red eyes lock onto him with an almost predatory hunger.
The figure, as massive as it is, is unmistakable. It's her. The one who had been an enigma to the League—an unpredictable force, untamable and terrifying.
"Y/N..." Shigaraki's voice is a rasp as he watches the colossal creature take a slow, deliberate step forward.
He immediately feels a shiver run down his spine. Something tells him that this time, things were about to go terribly wrong for him. The air around the creature crackles with latent power, her movements like the calm before an impossible storm.
With another growl, Y/N's massive form coils like a serpent preparing to strike, her piercing gaze never leaving Shigaraki. Her muscles ripple as she shifts, readying herself to make another move. There is no mistaking it now. The moment she intervened, everything changed. He had underestimated her before—but now? Now, there would be consequences.
And for the first time in a long while, Shigaraki feels a flicker of genuine fear.
