Selfless for Selfish Reasons (My Hero Academia)

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Shota was quick to start making work of the villains, keeping them busy at the bottom of the stairs and away from the students. Thirteen had kept her hands out in front of them to stop the students from rushing in and doing something stupid. As a rescue hero it wasn't her job to fight and like Kyoura, Shota had tasked them with protecting the students.

She hated not being close to him.

She stood at the top of the stairs, her sword drawn ready to fend off any villain that would even try to come near the students. But every inch of her being called her to where the battlefield was. To where Shota was. If he was to get hurt, to get injured, she needed to be there. What use would she be to him, to the students if she could not be near them. Her stupid quirk forcing her into the line of fire, sacrificing herself for the betterment of others.

Or was it for her own reasons that she wanted to be in the line of fire. Was she just that stupid?

From her vantage point she could tell that the vast majority of villains didn't seem to pose that much if a threat. It was the group that remained still, and whoever had taken out their communication systems that were the brains behind this whole ordeal. Or at least the ones that needed to be taken down in order to get them all out of here safely.

"Thirteen, can you handle keeping the students safe?" she called back to her fellow teacher.

"What do you think you're doing? Aizawa has everything under control."

"For now..." she muttered to herself and returned the grip on her sword to a defensive hold, rather than an offensive one.

She could see from where she stood the brief moments in which Shota's hair fell to cover his face again before quickly returning to its suspended shape in the air. The winner of this fight would be determined by time and she feared for them all. She had to fight too. She had to.

The black and purple mist spiralled in the distance before disappearing entirely. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she whipped her head around to face class 1-A. So that one had a teleporting-like quirk. Knowing that her priority should have remained as the students she was quick to rush towards them, pushing through them all and drawing her blade out before her opponent. Her opponent without a distinguishable physical form.

Thoughts clouded her ability to hear correctly, the echoing deep voice of her opponent talking nonsense. Sharpening her vision she decided to make use of his monologuing to come up with some sort of strategy of how to deal with him.

"It seems there was a change in schedule, but you- who I assume to be, Miss Kyoura Majime are someone we haven't heard of before." The moment her name graced his formless lips she snapped out of her train of thought.

"Sounds about right," she growled and repositioned her blade behind her back, some sort of plan forming in her head distracted mind.

"There is no record of you as a hero, or someone with a quirk so I doubt you'd be able to stop us." Good, he was taking that approach.

"That's what you think."

Her fringe had obscured her face and a tight smirk graced her lips, she leapt forwards, spiraling through the air and pulling out her sword. While he was talking she managed to get a glimpse of some metal encasing, she was positive that indicated or protected his physical form. All she had to do was strike it, knocking him out of the position of an immediate danger and then slash at the purple smoke, rendering him no threat.

That was all she had to do. Yet everything happened in a matter of seconds.

"Students, no!!!" Thirteen's voice reached her ears and Kyoura chanced a quick glance behind her.