If you were to ask a 3-E student about death, they wouldn't bat an eye-- but for Nagisa Shiota, death was something he couldnt ignore, something he couldn't avoid. Him and his friends constantly play with death everyday. "Being an assassin was not easy work", Karasuma-sensei would say, and boy, was that true.
His first real fight, his first real fight against a real human was with Takaoka. And here he is, standing on yet another rooftop, facing against the man who arguably taught him what real fear felt like.
But one thing was different: Nagisa Shiota is not scared. He isn't the same boy from the Okinawa trip, he isn't the same boy who has no blood on his hands. No, this is the Nagisa Shiota, pro assassin, future hero, and most of all, Koro-sensei's student.
He's faced countless opponents, most of them older and bigger. But if he learned one thing from middle school, it's that age and size don't define your opponent. This time, he's going to end it. Takaoka will not be allowed to mess with his classmates, his family, anymore. This fight wasn't just about winning. This fight is about proving that he is stronger, he's changed. No longer is he Nagisa Shiota, the scared little boy on the rooftop.
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Akari Yukimura would never forget the feeling of helplessness. The moment she found her sister dead on the ground, she felt it. Then, when she decided to pick up that syringe, and she knew nothing would ever be the same again, she felt it. And yes, at first, the feeling of power coursing through her veins was a feeling like no other, but the moment she reached her limit-- the moment the tentacles wouldn't stop plaguing her mind, she felt it again.
That feeling where the weight of her choices and the regrets of her actions turned into a crushing sense of dread. It was like being caught in a trap with no way out, and knowing that no matter what you do, all your attempts will end up useless.
And now, she was on a rooftop, and just like before, just like always, she feels it.
Watching Takaoka and Nagisa stand face to face, Takaoka's huge body practically towering over Nagisa's smaller build, she could barley describe her feeling. She frantically turned her head to her classmates and teacher, and she almost didn't notice Sugino placing his hand on her shoulder. A gesture that the kids used a lot, a way to calm them down, a way to say 'everything will be alright.' But Kayano knew better than that, and she knew that her classmates knew better than that.
Unlike last time, nothing was stopping them from rushing in and just killing Takaoka on the spot. The kids wouldn't even feel bad about it-- But no. "We have to be careful," She remembers Karasuma saying. "We don't know what he has planned. You saw how he caught me and Irina."
So like that, here they were, almost like a little reunion, Kayano thought bitterly. She wasn't doubting Nagisa one bit. No, he was arguably one of the most talented in the class. So why was this feeling back? She couldn't help but notice the tiny things, Nagisa's slightly closed off stance, and Takaoka's posture which was screaming of cockiness.
Her thoughts were cut off when Takaoka turned his ugly face to talk to them. "I wouldn't move if I were you guys," He said, grinning. "And let's make this even more fun. No quirks allowed." He said, and Kayano wouldn't admit out loud that she forgot Nagisa had a quirk in the first place. She remembered him coming back to The House one day saying how he was "Given" a quirk, and honestly, Kayano can only remember him using it a total of two times.
Of course, the kids knew that Takaoka was quirkless, much like the most of them, but one thing caught her off guard. How did he—
Before she could speak, her classmate voiced her concern. "How did you know he has a quirk?" Kayano turned her head to Isogai, silently thanking him for speaking up. She took one more look at the boy. Right now, he looked nothing like their Nagisa, so how...?
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ActionHis lessons on hiding the truth were from the Japanese Government itself who asked a bunch of middle schoolers not to even tell their parents that they were being trained to kill, regardless of how many times they almost got killed in return. In fac...