I didn't choose THIS

The Dark Angel

Aizawa's POV:

As Aizawa lay in his sleeping bag in the dimly lit Class 1A homeroom, his mind buzzed with a mixture of frustration and a quiet longing.

For weeks, he and the other pro heroes had been on high alert, monitoring energy signatures around the globe and increasing patrols in anticipation of some significant event.

Yet, despite all the preparations and heightened vigilance, nothing of note had occurred.

It was as if the world had decided to play a cruel game of anticipation, keeping them on edge without any real action.

The normally stoic hero couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for Izuku.

The green-haired boy had a knack for stirring up trouble, but he was also one of the most resilient and determined students Aizawa had ever encountered.

Izuku's absence was keenly felt, not just because of his potential as a hero but also because of the bond they had formed.

Aizawa had watched Izuku grow and evolve, facing challenges that would have broken lesser individuals, yet always emerging stronger even in the short time he was here.

"I miss Deku," Uraraka's sudden remark broke through Aizawa's reverie, echoing his own sentiments.

It was a sentiment shared by many at UA, a testament to Izuku's impact on those around him.

With a sigh, Aizawa put away his phone, where he had been checking and rechecking patrol schedules and other logistical details that now seemed insignificant in the face of prolonged inactivity.

He closed his eyes, deciding that if nothing was going to happen, he might as well catch some sleep while he could.

Just as he was starting to drift off, alarms blared throughout the school, jolting him awake.

"Oh, so now they decide to do something," Aizawa muttered wryly to himself, a hint of resignation in his voice.

It was the story of his life as a hero, always ready for action yet constantly faced with the unpredictable nature of villainy.

Despite the frustration of false alarms and quiet nights, Aizawa knew that moments of peace were fleeting in their line of work

He climbed out of his sleepingbag and locked eyes with Bakugo. 

"It's them" Was all the boy said and Aizawa sprinted from the room.

Izuku POV

A faint tickled roved over my skin leaving goosebumps in it's wake. 

"Prepare the soliders its time" 

Dabi and Toga ran from the room carrying my orders with them as I moved to the armory.

I selected two katanas, and thats it. To be honest, I probably wouldn't even use them. 

I preferred hand to hand.

"Shigaraki prepare the portals the way I explained earlier."

"Yes your highness"

Have I said that I hate angels?

Katsuki pov

After Aizawa rushed from the room, leaving the rest of the class staring at me for answers, a heavy silence hung in the air, punctuated only by Mineta's worried question.

"What is happening?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of their expectations and the urgency of the situation.

"It's the angels," I replied tersely, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

The tension in the room grew palpable as my words hung in the air. Mineta's eyes widened, and Kiri leaned forward, curiosity and concern etched on his face.

"I thought they would leave us alone after MidoBro left" 

I shook my head at his wish full thinking. 

"I think Deku was just part of the plan, Now that a 'Demon Prince' come to the forbidden realm what do you think they would do?"

"Guys I think a portal just opened in the court yard" Momo said quietly although everyone heard. 

I raced from the room hearing the others follow as I lead the way to the court yard. We had to by the heros time. 

I skidded to a stop standing across from the portal eye skwinted against the blinding light. 

The scene crackled with tension as I stood my ground, the portal's glow fading behind the figure that emerged.

My classmates gathered behind me, their presence lending a silent support to my defiance.

"So this is the school that pesky little demon prince held dear," the being's voice echoed, sending shivers down my spine.

Their presence was ominous, far from the purity associated with angels.

"Why are you here?" I snarled, my voice a challenge laced with determination.

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down in the face of this dark angel whose wings bore no trace of the pristine white we expected.

The being chuckled darkly, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the air.

"Oh, little mortal, we're not here for pleasantries," they replied, their tone dripping with malice.

"We're here for what rightfully belongs to us"

 We weren't just fighting for our lives; we were defending our very existence.

"I won't let you harm Earth," I growled, my voice carrying the weight of determination.

The dark angel's gaze flicked to me, a sneer twisting their lips. "And what can a mere mortal like you do against us?" they mocked, their arrogance palpable.

I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my anger building within me. "I'm not just any mortal,"

I retorted, my voice cutting through the tension. "I'm a hero, and I won't stand by while you threaten everything we hold dear."

The dark angel's confidence wavered for a moment, a glimmer of doubt crossing their expression.

"You're just a human with a quirk," they scoffed,

"We're not alone in this," I declared, my voice ringing with conviction.

"We're Class 1A, and we'll protect Earth with everything we've got."

Lesser angels, hidden until now, emerged from the shadows and launched a surprise attack on our class.

Their wings shimmered with a deceptive innocence, but their intent was anything but benign.

Chaos erupted as my classmates and I were forced to defend ourselves against the unexpected onslaught.

Explosions, ice, and lightning crackled through the air as our quirks clashed with the angelic assailants.

Amidst the chaos, I noticed that the dark angel who had spoken to us remained standing back, watching the skirmish unfold with a smug expression.

It was clear that they had orchestrated this distraction to weaken us before making their move.

"We need to regroup!" I shouted over the din of battle, rallying my classmates to form a defensive line.

"Perfect" The Dark Angel smiled generating an orb of shadows in his palm. 

"Now you can all die together"

"NOO!" Aizawa screamed racing towards them as the orb flew towards the kids. 

Although the blow never landed......

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