The tall trees the forest, the fallen leaves, the uprooted leaves and the smell that followed. The sound of the connected binds that went from wrist to wrist, holding all of class 1A together. The villains that surrounded them, backwashed villagers from the mountains, faces decorated with war paint.
This was the air that Komi breathed, the sight she saw and the situation she had to get out of.
There had to be some way, some advantage point.
Komi knew one of their quirks, she knew that there was a reason they wanted them in order, and she knew that Aizawa was nowhere to be seen...
And she knew that this class wasn't holding a snitch within them...
While Midoriya was bargaining with the villains, along with some of the other classmates, some were trying to get out of the chains, only to be hit -time and time again.
Komi had her eyes front, watching where this group of wanna-be villains were taking her and her classmates.
Whatever was going to happen, had to happen to Komi first. She could take that, at the very least. It was what she was conditioned to do, what she was raised to do. This wasn't any news to her, this was why she was at UA, why Endeavour didn't drop her off at the next foster home. This was Komi's reason to her strength.
But she still had to find out what the villains were planning, somehow get a step ahead, because this entire time she has only been getting colder and colder, and the warmth felt like it was leaving her blood.
Komi had to fix this. Komi had to. There wasn't anyone else around, and she has no idea if anyone else knows what she knows, nor if they'll act on it, nor when they will. No one else has the ability to know where and when the danger will come -even if it is seconds before it arrives. No one else has that ability. No one else has that burden.
If Komi were alone, she'd break free of the chains instantly. They were just normal metal, and if she pulled her hands apart quick enough, then everything would be okay. But she wasn't alone. She had 20 other people to think about, 20 other people who can't break free of the binds like she could. So Komi had to do something.
By looking at each villain, Komi could tell none of them had any physical quirks. No heteromorphs, and if they were from a backwash mountain village, then Shoji could be correct. They could pose a threat to Komi and the other heteromorphs in the classroom, even if the change was small.
She knew one of them had a regeneration quirk, that long haired guy that seemed to be leading the way. She knew that one of them must have some kind of gas quirk if those gases could show up like that -or they had someone import them.
But aside from the villain, Komi knew that Kirishima's quirk meant he could handle harsh things. His skin can toughen, harden and reject things that try to pierce his skin...
And with the man with the axe, eyeing Komi while glancing down the line, nodding his head with a sinister smile, there was a feeling of dread in Komi that she didn't need her quirk for.
There had to be some kind of plan that didn't end well for the class. If they tried to set the bus over the edge, they made a rock-slide and used their quirks without any worry, then the possibility of murder wasn't low.
Then, the long haired brunet stepped to the side, making Komi stop and look all around the place they were in. It was still in the forest, but there was a large stump in the middle of the scene....And there was a man with an axe.
The villains shoved Komi on, but she walked a little slower now, needing to get all the information she could while she can.
There was a line-up, with Komi at the start, and then Kirishima, ending in Bakugo. However, ti was meant to start with Bakugo. There was a man with an axe and a stump in the middle of the forest that seemed to be the end point. The axe-man was eyeing the students, and the villains went about carelessly with the classes lives.
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 ❖ MY HERO ACADEMIA
FanfictionKomi was good at most things in her life. Except for math...and confrontation -but other than that, she was smooth sailing it. Pish posh she may have been adopted by the number two hero under the guidance of helping his youngest son fulfil his pers...
