Boku no Hero Academia

S.O.S.

Fuji had been working nonchalantly, taking down foe after for alongside Uraraka, Rakurai and Shoji. They worked their way through to the central plaza of the USJ, as Fuji suggested. She knew her quirk would be immeasurable help to Aizawa while he fought alone against the heinous, but helpless villains.
"There he is!" Fuji was headstrong, wanting to rush in, but Rakurai grabbed her arm, jerking her back.
"Wait! We don't truly know what he's up against!" Fuji stared back at him, waiting for him to continue, his words already starting to penetrate her. Shoji planted a hand on his shoulder,
"Aizawa is a pro; he's strong and talented, and really has some skill. If even we assume he might go down, then we just might, too if we interfere. Plus, we might distract him..." he said, lingering beside Rakurai, his grip loosening on Fuji's forearm. A villain shot over their heads, causing them to duck.
"Then we should observe for now." Uraraka began to lead them away from the plaza, Fuji spotting two green heads of hair and purple spheres bobbing at the edge of the water in the shipwreck zone.
"Midoriya!" She rushed toward them, skidding to a stop and crouching beside them.
"Ah! You guys!" Mineta praised; they had come to save the day, he thought hopefully.
"We need help." Uraraka said.
"With what? Getting back?" Tsu asked.
"We want to help Aizawa sensei, It would be better to see what we're up against first." Fuji pouted, becoming impatient, anxious of Aizawa's outcome.
"Funny, Midoriya said something similar." Tsu put a finger to her cheek.

"Remember, all, we're just here to see how things are going... for now." Shoji whispered harshly. The students watch intensely as Aizawa's scarf whips the air, taking down villains so effortlessly as they swing around and the cracking of their skulls resonates through the area. Aizawa kicked away another villain, suddenly his scarf wraps tightly around a nearby poles, and he slingshots himself into the air, rushing down against another invader, incapacitating them. He rest for just a second, panting into the air. We watched carefully around him, when urgently, the ring leader, the decorated man dashes toward him, all of his evildoer allys down for the count. He kicked up the dirt as his feet dug into the ground, drawing too close for comfort;
"First it was twenty three seconds..." the decorated man mumbled.
"Final boss..." Aizawa growled to himself, getting back to his feet and his assets flew back into the air.
"Then it was twenty four seconds." aizawa threw his scarf toward the foe, but to all who observed, it came as a shock when he avoided it by swaying out of its line of capture.
"Then twenty. Then seventeen." the villian watched as aizawa grabbed for his scarf again, and grabbed it in return. Aizawa took this chance to pull the villain in, and he elbowed him hard in the abdomen, causing them both to fly. The villains' eyes bulged from behind the decomposing hand. The bundle of students watched in awe at the small victory, but in that same moment, the ray of hope that was aizawa, was fading. Aizawa panted as the villain struggled against the elbow which was supposed to be driven into the decorated man's gut, holding it tightly between his nimble fingers, to where his long fingernails dug in through the fabric. Aizawas hair flopped to his shoulders, and Fuji saw Aizawa stare threateningly at the villain through his goggles, drawing in deep breaths, and exhaling harshly.
"It was hard to see when you were jumping around," the villain said scratchily, his face distressingly close to Aizawa's as his breathy words reached their young ears.
"But I found your tell. Eraserhead, it's your hair." the man's voice said lowly, scratchily, and she could hear the knowing smirk beyond that smelly hand. Aizawa took a sharp inhale, the villain's nails digging deeper.
"When it drops, it means you've stopped utilizing your Quirk." Aizawa's arm felt stiff, and the students noticed the way Aizawa's blocked elbow, how it began greying without haste, and it began to crumble away. Aizawas arm trembled in a hot, burning pain, grunting. To the surprise of the girls, he didn't show the immeasurable pain.
"You're having to blink more often." Fuji wanted to lunge into the villain's touch, to protect her amazing teacher, who she knew worked hard all through the day and then some in the night, but her legs were stiff, and she failed to stand.
"Don't push yourself too hard, now." The villain's red eye peered into Aizawa's face.
"You might just fall apart. Wouldn't that be a shame?" The villain sneered beyond his shriveled hand for a mask. Shoji's nerves buzzed with an intense fear at the sight of Aizawa's exposed fleshy muscle, crimson with the running blood flowing through his thick arms. The skin crumbled to the floor, chipping off like porcelein. Miniscule pieces whisped into the air, floating like dust. Aizawa, completely unphased by the singing pain in his arm, broke free of the villains grasp, and his hair whipped into the air. He punched the decorated man hard, originally in the place his elbow should have landed, and hopped away to put some room between the two, revising a plan of action after the fact his elbow had been damaged.
Aizawa's muscly arm was out in the air, his eyes shooting all around from behind his goggles from the damage, to his attackers all around. His sleeve was completely shattered; but amazingly, Aizawa's focus was never had, and he went right back to protecting himself; ducking under a speedy kick, and flipping away from a villain carrying heavy chains, and once more hopping out of the way of a built villain.
"That annoying quirk of yours isn't suited for drawn-out fights against big groups, is it?" the decorated man taunted, Aizawa's hair floating in the air alongside his heavy scarf. He panted, holding his arm, which screamed with pain.
"Don't you think you're a little out of your element here, Eraser Head?" The man slid back up to his feet, his body erect as his slender form stood tall.
"You're much better at working stealthily. You're known for surprise attacks, not fighting head-to-head." He smiled beyond his decayed hand.
Aizawa panted heavily in pain, struggling to keep his focus on his agenda.
"But despite knowing that, you didn't hesitate to jump into the middle of this fight. To put your students at ease." Aizawa's hair flopped down against his head, and his head whipped toward another villain; despite the agonizing burn his eyes were up against, Aizawa, once more, tied a villain, beating them down quickly as to not cause a problem any time soon. Not even a second after, Aizawa looked dead into the eye of the villain through his goggles, and his quirk was nullified... for now.
"And look at you, you're still standing!" the villain opened his arms wide, the decorative hands shifting as he moved.
"You really are so cool!"
"Oh, by the way, hero..." the decorated man smiled beyond the hand creepily; Aizawa turned suddenly, his head snapping toward the large, rippling being behind him,
"I am not the final boss." The beaked man moved slowly, probably due to his immense size, but his hand quickly charged toward Aizawa, and blood had spattered every which way, and his goggles exploded into pieces.