Katsuki POV:
As the chaos unfolds and the massive wolves transform, my heart races with a mix of fear and determination. I cry out Deku's name, my voice echoing through the tense air.
"Deku!"
But before I can rush forward to help, Aizawa's strong grip pulls me back, his eyes focused and sharp with urgency.
"No time," he says firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We need to get out of here."
Confusion and worry cloud my mind as Aizawa leads the class away from where Deku ran.
I steal a glance back, seeing the wolves hot on Deku's trail.
Aizawa's decision makes sense now - he knows something we don't, something crucial about Deku that changes the entire situation.
We follow Aizawa through the dense forest, each step a mixture of urgency and confusion.
Questions bubble up in my mind, but I trust Aizawa's judgment implicitly. He's always been the calm, rational one, and right now, that's exactly what we need.
As we put distance between ourselves and the danger, I steal glances at my classmates, wondering if they sense the gravity of the situation.
But Aizawa's focus is unwavering, his determination to keep us safe driving every step.
In this moment, I realize that I'm part of something much bigger than myself.
We're not just a class anymore; we're a team facing unknown dangers, led by a teacher with secrets he's keeping for our own protection, and a kid that remains a mystery.
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As we hurried through the forest, trying to put as much distance as possible between us and the pursuing danger, a sudden hush fell over the surroundings.
It was as if the very air held its breath, waiting for something to happen.
And then, with a soft, ethereal glow, three figures materialized before us. My eyes widened in astonishment as I realized what—or rather, who—they were:
Angels.
The first angel had wings of purest white, shimmering like moonlight. Her serene face held a gentle smile, and her presence radiated peace and tranquility.
The second angel appeared more majestic, with wings that spanned the sky and a regal bearing, each feather a dark grey color.
A sense of wisdom and guidance emanated from his eyes, as if he held the secrets of the universe within his gaze.
The third angel was smaller in stature but no less awe-inspiring. Her wings were a vibrant spectrum of colors, each feather glowing with its own inner light.However, as we continued to watch them, a subtle unease crept into the air. Their smiles seemed too serene, their gazes too penetrating.
As we hesitated, trying to process the surreal sight, the first signs of their true nature emerged.
The angel with wings of pure white, her smile turning into a smirk, spoke with a voice that sent chills down my spine."Such fragile mortals," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "Lost in the wilderness of their own ignorance."
The second angel, whose regal demeanor had masked his intentions, revealed a cold, calculating gaze. "You seek safety," he stated, his voice devoid of the warmth we had initially sensed. "But safety is an illusion we can shatter."
The third angel, whose vibrant wings had hinted at joy and hope, now emanated a sense of deceit. "You think us saviors," she chuckled, the sound like tinkling bells turned sour. "But we are harbingers of chaos."
Aizawa's expression hardened as he took in the angels' true forms. The shock of their deception was evident, but his resolve remained unbroken as though he was not surprised.
"We won't be fooled by false promises," he declared, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.As we retreated from the deceitful angels, the tension in the air crackled with anticipation.
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath us, and a surge of dark energy swept through the clearing.
With a thunderous roar, Deku appeared in his demon form, his presence commanding and powerful, his body bathed in the blood of the wolves he had vanquished.The angels, taken aback by his dramatic entrance, regarded him with a mix of surprise and disdain. They addressed him not with reverence but with a cold detachment, as if he were merely a pawn in their cosmic game.
"The balance must be restored," the first angel spoke, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. "And it can only be achieved through your demise, Demon Prince."
Deku's eyes blazed with defiance as he stepped forward, his demon aura pulsating with raw energy. "I will not be a sacrificial lamb for your misguided notions of balance," he retorted, his voice resonating with authority.
The second angel, his regal demeanor masking a hint of disdain, spoke with icy authority. "Your defiance changes nothing," he asserted, his wings shimmering with a dark light unlike the others.
Deku's expression darkened, a flicker of anger and determination in his eyes. "I am not a means to an end, the sooner you learn that the better" he snarled, his voice echoing with power.
The third angel, her wings shimmering with deceptive beauty, added with a cold smile, "Your survival is inconsequential. The balance will be restored, just without you." she chukkled.
Aizawa, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward with a steely resolve. "We won't allow you to harm him," he stated firmly, his gaze unwavering.
The angels, unfazed by Aizawa's warning, vanished into the ether, leaving behind a chill that lingered in the clearing.
Their disdain for Deku's existence and their ruthless determination to restore balance at any cost left us shaken but resolute.As we regrouped, the weight of the angels' threat hung heavily in the air.
Deku, his expression grave but determined, met our gazes."I'm sorry, Aizawa," Deku began, his voice carrying a weight of responsibility and misery as he turned towards our teacher.
Aizawa's expression softened, his eyes reflecting understanding and unwavering support.
"You told me it was dangerous, Izuku," Aizawa replied calmly, his voice steady despite the tension lingering in the air. "UA knew what they signed up for. We will protect you and return you home, that was our vow, and nothing has changed."Bakugo's expression shifted from impatience to surprise at Deku's revelation. "What the hell?" he muttered, his tone a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.
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