Fatherly Affection (DADZAWA)

SEAT #11

SEAT #11: Mezo Shoji

To be completely honest, Shota had thought it a little weird that he hadn't gotten hurt recently.

Yeah, sure, USJ had been bad. Very bad. He didn't forget that when he was sitting in his bed late at night. But since then, he had come out of every battle relatively unscathed. It was unusual, seeing as Aizawa was the kind of guy who would jump in first, ask questions as he got to them.

So it didn't come across as much of a surprise to him as he found himself in his current situation.

At nine o' clock on a Wednesday night, he had heard the sirens on the UA gate go off, and in a rush of panic and adrenaline, he fled with the rest of the teachers that had chosen to remain on campus with the children to investigate. Among the responders was Present Mic, Midnight, Vlad King, Powerloader, and many more.

It wasn't the League -- thank God -- but it was a group of no less than thirty villains, all outfitted with powerful quirks and what looked to be illegal support items. So they were going to have to fight their way out of this one.

Shota made quick work of activating his quirk and taking down as many as he could with non-physical quirks and securing them with his capture scarf. He was able to grab two at a time and swing them heavily into the walls surrounding the school. The crack of their skulls on concrete would have made his insides churn in any other setting, but not when he was out protecting his students.

From there he moved on to a girl who didn't look to be more than sixteen years old, but the devilish glint in her eyes betrayed her thin body and young face. Her eyes were narrowed into slits as he palms glinted with blue light. He didn't know what that light did, and he knew that until he did that it was in his best interest to subdue it before it could do it any harm. He secured his goggles to his face, quirk flashing red as it activated, and the girl snarled at him through her long blue hair that hung limply around her face before lunging at him.

Whoever this organization was, they knew what they were doing, because those with non-physical quirks were outfitted with other weapons, and this girl's just so happened to be spiked gloves that he hadn't seen through her blue aura earlier. He barely managed to duck as she swung out at his left side, aiming for his heart. She flew past him instead and he pivoted quickly on his heel and swung out his leg. He caught her in the ankle, and she pitched forward, spiked gloves scraping against the concrete sidewalk they were fighting on. He could see from the corner of his eye Midnight knocking out a band of three monstrous, hulking men that didn't stand a chance against her mist, and he could hear as Mic used his thundering voice to stun the enemy before landing solid punches that left them blacked out on the pavement.

Shota didn't have time to be caught up in their battles, as his was still raging on. He had let his capture weapon wrap around the girl before, but now watched in shock as she wheeled on him, sinking her spiked gloves into the thin fabric and pushing them hard into the sidewalk. The spikes were sharp enough that they sunk deep, and she pulled her hands out of the gloves and charged for him again.

Which was just great because unless Shota untangled himself from his capture weapon in the next .5 seconds, he was going to be facing the full force of his attack. But, if he looked away from her for even a second, she was bound to reactivate her quirk and not to mention how bad he needed to blink.

As fast as he could, he grabbed the capture weapon tangled around his neck and ripped it over his head. The movement was so fast he heard the joints in his elbow pop and release. He was just free when the girl's punch landed hard on his shoulder and that pop he knew wasn't good. His shoulder slid out of place and he grunted in pain before making the executive decision to -- with the palm of his other hand -- shove it back into place. The action stung like hellfire, and he found himself biting his chapped lips to keep from screaming out in pain as it snapped back into position. He was going to need Recovery Girl to work on that later. He focused back on his fight when the girl sung again but this time he was ready, grabbing her forearm and throwing her with as much force as he could in a sideways circular position. He heard the disgustingly satisfying crack of her arm as he snapped it in half, and she cried out in pain before spiraling sideways into the ground.