MHA: Yellow Flash of U.A

Chapter 13

The tension hung thick in the air, heavy like a brewing storm, as the students clustered around Thirteen, still processing the chaos that had unfolded. Relief washed over them when they saw the towering figure of All Might, whose very presence seemed to promise safety. Tears streamed down Thirteen's face, her hands trembling slightly, overwhelmed by emotion.

"All Might... you're here... Thank goodness," she said, her voice quivering with gratitude.

Shoji reached out to place a comforting hand on Thirteen's shoulder, his face etched with concern. But Mina's gaze remained locked on Ryo. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His stance was unnaturally rigid, his fists tightly clenched, and his eyes... there was something different about them—an intensity that was almost feral.

"Ryo... what's happening to you? Why do you look... so angry?" Mina's inner voice trembled with confusion, her unease growing with every passing second.

Ryo's breathing was deep and slow, yet each breath seemed to pulse with a heavy intensity. His aura felt darker, heavier, almost suffocating, as if an unseen force was emanating from him, thickening the air around him. His eyes seemed to narrow, pupils dilating into slits. A low, guttural growl escaped his lips, and a subtle red aura began to glow from his skin, flickering like flames in the wind.

Shoji leaned over to Thirteen, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone laced with nervous tension. "What... what is this pressure?"

Thirteen struggled to regain her composure, though an uneasy look flickered in her eyes. "Ryo... Are you alright?" she asked, her voice cautious yet urgent.

Ryo did not respond. His mind was caught in a tempest of emotions, memories flooding in from his clones—images flashing one after another: Aizawa's broken form, the Nomu's relentless assault, Shigaraki's cold, mocking grin. His chest tightened, and anger surged within him, a force so intense it felt almost uncontrollable.

Nearby, All Might stood tall and resolute, his footsteps deliberate as he advanced through the devastated facility. Each step carried the weight of a promise—a promise of retribution for what had been done to his students and colleagues. His expression was grave, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

"I felt it in my bones when Aizawa and Thirteen didn't answer... Something was wrong," he said, his voice powerful but laced with a hint of frustration. He took another step forward, his expression darkening with each word as he recounted the events that led him here.

"So I rushed here... I found young Iida along the way. He gave me one of Ryo's kunai and told me to throw it to the ground," All Might continued, his fists clenching at the memory.

"In an instant, Ryo was there. He told me everything—about the villains, their numbers, their intentions. He didn't hesitate... grabbed me, and in a flash, we were here."

All Might's teeth ground together as he thought of the fear his students must have faced, the solitary battle Aizawa had fought so bravely.

"But you held on... you faced them all... And now..." he ripped off his tie with a fierce resolve, his voice growing louder as he prepared for battle, "Have no fear, students, for I am here!"

Despite the reassurance of All Might's presence, Ryo seemed frozen in place, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His vision blurred as the memories from his clones replayed faster and faster—a dizzying array of pain, fear, and anger. He could feel Aizawa's agony, see the taunting smirk on Shigaraki's face, hear the sound of the Nomu's bones cracking as they regenerated.

"How... how could they do this? How could they be so... cruel?" Ryo's inner voice screamed in his mind, the pressure building within him like a dam about to burst. His hands trembled, and his eyes narrowed further, his pupils dilating even more. The red aura around him glowed brighter, pulsing like a heartbeat.