Welcome to the Multiverse! (Part 2)

The Turning Point

So, here's the situation: the Nomu, our big brute of a trump card, didn't last. 

Surprise, surprise. 

Now?

 It's just me, walking straight into the fight with the one guy you're supposed to avoid if you're a villain—All Might.

The air inside the USJ building is thick with tension and chaos. Heroes, villains, students—they're all scattered, fighting their own battles. But the real showdown? That's about to happen, and guess who's got to face All Might head-on?

Yup. 

Me.

The Nomu was supposed to take care of All Might, but of course, things didn't go to plan. The Nomu's down, and the League's looking at me to step up... they are suspecting me....

It's fine, really. 

Totally fine. 

I've only admired the guy my whole life, so no big deal taking him on now that I'm pretending to be the leader of a villain group.

Kurogiri: Usagi, the Nomu has fallen... it seems as if the small regrouping did not pass the heroes eyes. We need another strategy.

Another strategy? 

Sure, how about running for the hills? 

Oh wait, I'm supposed to be Shigaraki now.

I glance around. The League is watching me—Dabi, Toga, Twice, all of them. If I don't go in, I lose them. They already suspect me of going soft. This is my moment to prove I'm still the cold, ruthless leader they fear.

Right, time to get into character.

I roll my shoulders and crack my neck.

Me: I'll handle All Might myself.

Dabi raises an eyebrow.

Dabi: You? Alone? Against him?

Yeah, yeah. 

I know what you're thinking. 

What, am I crazy? 

Yes, probably. 

But there's no backing out now.

I walk forward, my eyes locking on the figure of All Might standing tall in the distance. He's surrounded by debris, looking like the untouchable symbol of peace he's always been. I take a deep breath, readying myself for what's about to happen.

All Might notices me approaching. His eyes narrow, his powerful presence filling the space.

All Might: So, you're the one leading this attack?

His voice booms, full of confidence. The students he's been protecting move to the side, giving us space. I can feel their eyes on me too—my classmates, my friends—looking at me like I'm their enemy.

This is it. 

Time to sell it.

I smirk, my voice low and dripping with arrogance.

Me: That's right, old man. I'm the one in charge. And you? You're going down.

All Might's eyes harden, his stance shifting as he prepares for the fight.

All Might: You won't get away with this.

Me: Yeah, I know. That's what makes this so fun.

We clash.

All Might's punches come at me like a storm—fast, powerful, overwhelming. But I've been studying him for years. I know his moves, his patterns. I dodge, weaving through the destruction, avoiding his blows by the skin of my teeth.

Okay, maybe this isn't totally hopeless. 

I've got this. 

I mean, sure, he's All Might, but I'm not exactly helpless here. 

Years of fighting training, plus my experience in this twisted world—I can hold my own.

But All Might's strength is no joke. His punches create shockwaves, shattering the ground beneath us. Every move he makes is designed to crush me, to stop the villain I'm pretending to be. And the worst part? He's holding back.

Oh, great. He's still pulling his punches.

I can feel it—the restraint. All Might's not going full force because he doesn't know who I really am. He thinks I'm just another villain to be stopped, but he's still trying to protect the lives around him. That's my opening.

I keep dodging, moving fast, my mind racing.

I have to make this convincing, but I can't let him actually land a hit. 

If he does, I'm toast. 

But I also can't just run. 

I need to prove I'm still the terrifying 'Usagi' they think I am."

I throw a punch, not aiming to hurt him, but just to keep the fight going, to keep up appearances. My fist glances off his side, barely making an impact, but it's enough to keep him on guard.

The League is watching. I can feel their eyes burning into my back, waiting for me to make a mistake. If I hesitate, if I show even a hint of weakness, they'll know something's up.

Me: You're getting slow, old man!

I taunt, trying to keep the banter going, hoping it'll distract from the fact that I'm just stalling.

All Might: You're reckless.

He charges again, his speed blinding. I barely dodge, the wind from his punch knocking me off balance.

Me: Okay, not as easy as I thought.

But I manage to stay on my feet, my mind racing for a solution. I can't keep this up forever, and I can't let him know the truth. I have to find a way to end this fight without getting exposed.

Then, an idea hits me.

Me: If I can't beat him with strength, maybe I can outsmart him.

I feign exhaustion, letting my movements slow down, acting like the fight's taking a toll on me.

You're tough, All Might. 

But I'm not done yet.

He hesitates, just for a moment, and that's all I need. I dart forward, using the debris around us to create distance, to make it look like I'm regrouping for another attack. But really? I'm just buying time.

The League starts to close in from the shadows, watching, waiting for their moment to strike.

This is my chance. 

I need to keep them off me, keep the League convinced I'm still one of them, and somehow survive this fight.

All Might moves in for one final strike. His fist draws back, and I can feel the power radiating from him. This is it—the moment where everything could fall apart.