The atmosphere inside the massive dome of the USJ facility was heavy but expectant.
Thirteen's voice echoed across the space, her words solemn and tinged with weight.
"…that is why you must remember — quirks are not just gifts."
"They are dangers."
"Every time you use them recklessly, you court destruction."
Her helmet reflected the glow of the artificial sun above.
The students of Class 1-A stood in hushed silence, many nodding to themselves.
Midoriya nodded.
Bakugo scoffed under his breath, already impatient for a chance to blow something up.
Nagato's Rinnegan eyes just observed:- 'Interesting quirk.'
The silence was broken by a sudden low hum, like static distorting in the air.
A pulse of energy rippled across the plaza.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed immediately.
His scarf twitched like a predator tasting the air.
"Everyone. Get back." His voice was sharp, commanding.
A swirling void tore itself open in the middle of the plaza — black mist coiling outward like smoke from a funeral pyre.
Multiple massive portals yawned open, its center a spiraling darkness.
From within, figures began to step out.
The first were ordinary-looking thugs, their faces twisted into sneers, weapons clutched in greedy hands.
Then more followed — grotesque silhouettes, their bodies warped by quirks: a man with blades instead of arms, another with a head shaped like a shark's snout, a hulking brute with mottled stone skin.
Ochako blinked in confusion, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Is… is this part of the training mission?"
"No." Aizawa's expression was stone, his voice concerned.
"They're real villains."
Gasps spread through the class.
Iida's hand shot up, trembling but disciplined. "Then—then we must retreat immediately!"
Aizawa- "Students, follow evacuation procedure—"
"Thirteen,"
"Protect them."
"Get the kids out."
"I'll hold these villains off."
"Sensei!" Kaminari and others said-
"We can help you—!"
"NO!" Aizawa's tone cracked like a whip.
His scarf lashed around him as his goggles snapped into place.
"This is dangerous. Leave it to the pros!"
But before the students could even take a step back, the portal warped again.
Another figure emerged.
He was tall and gangly, his posture hunched and unsettling.
Multiple pale hands clung to his body—gripping his shoulders, his arms, his chest, even his face.
The largest hand was fixed over his head, its fingers curling against his scalp like a grotesque crown.
Through the gaps, two unnervingly red eyes gleamed, filled with irritation and malice.
His neck twitched and his fingers scratched compulsively at his skin until red marks flared.
His lips pulled back into a crooked snarl.
Tomura Shigaraki had arrived.
And just behind him stepped another monster.
A towering, hulking figure—skin a sickly, leathery black, its body bulging with muscle beyond natural limits.
Its exposed brain pulsed visibly atop its head, veins throbbing with every breath. The air seemed to grow heavier around it.
The Nomu.
The students froze.
Dread fell upon them like a physical weight.
Shigaraki's voice grated across the silence, as if his vocal cords themselves were sandpaper.
"Where is he?" His head twitched to one side.
He scratched harder at his neck. "Where… is All Might? He's supposed to be here! Kur-ogiri!"
The black mist condensed beside him, forming into the elegant shape of a man in a dark suit with a metallic collar.
His voice was calm, almost polite.
"Young Master," Kurogiri intoned.
"According to our intelligence, All Might was scheduled to appear. It is possible his plan has changed at the last minute. Forgive me."
Shigaraki stomped one foot petulantly, like a child denied a toy.
"Ughhh, so annoying! That was the whole point! We can't kill him if he's not here!"
Then his gaze turned.
It swept across the plaza… and landed squarely on the cluster of terrified students.
The corners of his mouth stretched into a chilling smile.
"Well… maybe if we kill these little NPCs playing hero… All Might will come running."
Gasps rippled through Class 1-A. Toru's invisible voice squeaked out in panic.
"N-NPCs…? What is wrong with this guy?!"
Shigaraki chuckled, the sound uneven and childlike.
"He'll come if we break his toys, right? He has to."
Nagato's eyes narrowed.
Bakugo's teeth ground together. "This bastard—!!"
Before the students could react further, Aizawa dropped from the observation platform.
His scarf snapped through the air like a whip as he landed directly in front of the villains.
His eyes glowed faintly red beneath his goggles.
"You're not touching my students."
The first wave of villains surged forward, howling in bloodlust.
"GET HIM!" roared a thug with shark jaws.
"I'll crush him!" bellowed a brute with stony fists.
"Dibs on the goggles!" shouted another, a scrawny man with quirked-up elbows.
Aizawa's scarf flashed like lightning.
In one seamless motion, he bound the shark-headed villain and slammed him into the ground with bone-cracking force.
His eyes flickered toward the brute—the man's stone skin dissolved instantly as his quirk shut off. Aizawa's kick shattered the man's jaw.
"Wha—what?! My Quirk—!!" the brute screamed before collapsing.
Another villain swung wildly at him, but the scarf caught his arm, twisted, and yanked him into his comrade.
"Why isn't my quirk working?!!"
In less than ten seconds, three villains were down.
From the student platform, Class 1-A could only watch in awe.
"He's incredible…" whispered Kaminari.
"Look at the speed!" gasped Kirishima.
"Students! Follow me!"- shouted Thirteen.
She was concerned too.
As there were too many.
Dozens of villains spilled from the portal like ants from a hive.
Some were tall, grotesque shapes; others looked almost normal—except for the madness gleaming in their eyes.
"Its Eraserhead! The underground Hero!"
"Kill the Eraser!" one screamed. "Take out his eyes!"
A mutant villain with crab claws snapped them menacingly.
Another with snake-like arms hissed and lunged.
Aizawa moved like a phantom among them—dodging, binding, disabling quirks with a glance, knocking them unconscious with ruthless efficiency.
Still, the horde pressed forward.
And behind them, Shigaraki watched, scratching at his neck furiously, his lips twisted into an eager grin.
"Kurogiri" - He said looking at the students.