When the swirling purple fog thickened in the center of the plaza, shadows began to emerge—dozens of figures stepping out like ghosts slipping through the cracks of reality. The fog swirled tighter, condensing until it formed the silhouette of a man. Glowing yellow eyes pierced through the mist.
From the mass of villains emerged a disturbing figure—covered in pale, decaying hands that clung to his body like parasites. He scratched at his neck, tilting his head with erratic curiosity as he scanned the area. His voice was raspy, childlike in tone but twisted with malice.
"Where is he?" he muttered, agitated. "All Might… He's supposed to be here. He's the one we came for."
The tension snapped like a taut string. Aizawa narrowed his eyes behind his goggles.
"Thirteen, get the students out of here. Kaminari—contact the school."
Kaminari immediately pulled out his communicator, sparks flickering from his fingers as he tried to boost the signal. Static. Nothing but hissing static.
"I-It's no good!" Kaminari called out. "I can't get through. It's like something's jamming it!"
Aizawa clenched his jaw. "Figures. They're blocking communications. That's why the alarm didn't trip either…"
He turned without hesitation and began sprinting toward the staircase that led down to the central plaza.
"Wait!" Izuku called, stepping forward. "You can't go down there alone! Your fighting style is better for stealth, not direct combat!"
Aizawa stopped just briefly and looked back at the class. His tone was calm but firm. "If you're going to be real heroes, you can't rely on one thing alone. You have to adapt." His scarf flared behind him as he dashed off toward the enemy-filled plaza.
Thirteen quickly took command. "Everyone! Follow me! We need to evacuate through the entrance we came through—now!"
The students started running after her, fear written across their faces but trusting her leadership. But they didn't make it far.
Just as they reached the final stretch before the double doors, a dark mist erupted in front of them, cutting off their escape. The swirling smoke formed into a massive form with a metallic collar visible beneath his churning shadows. Yellow eyes glowed softly within the darkness.
"There is no escape," came a deep, calm voice. "Welcome… to your end."
The class froze in fear, and for a moment, silence fell.
The misty figure continued, "We are the League of Villains. I know it's impolite, but we decided to let ourselves in."
Before he could say anything else, Izuku stepped in front of Thirteen. His eyes were sharp, his expression serious.
CLAP!
A deafening thunderclap echoed through the training center. Wind exploded outward, a burst of force so strong it scattered nearby chairs and cracked some of the glass panels along the catwalk. The fog around the figure thinned just enough to reveal the faint gleam of the metal collar around his neck.
Bakugo grinned savagely. "That's all I needed to see!"
"Let's go!" Karishma shouted, hardening his arms as he launched forward with Bakugo beside him.
But just before their attacks could connect, the mist-man moved—or rather, warped. A black gate swirled into existence, swallowing both of them in a blink. The two boys were flung backward and reappeared in front of the class, dazed and furious.
The mist-man chuckled. "Impressive. You live up to your school's reputation."
He bowed slightly, almost politely. "My name is Kurogiri, and I suggest you be more careful, children. Someone might get hurt."
Without another word, his mist exploded outward, engulfing the class. Darkness swallowed the world as students screamed, lights vanished, and the ground beneath them dissolved into nothingness.
When the smoke cleared, the students of Class 1-A were scattered across the entirety of the U.S.J. facility—isolated, disoriented, and surrounded by villains.
When Izuku's vision returned, everything was spinning. The sky was a blur above him, and the sharp sting of cold wind whipped past his face. He was falling. Instinct kicked in.
Focus.
With a sharp breath and a burst of energy, Izuku halted himself mid-air, hovering above the Shipwreck Zone suspended in mid-fall. Beneath him, jagged sheets of ice and shattered pieces of boats floated atop the water like broken bones. His sharp eyes scanned the area, searching for his classmates.
That's when he spotted them—Tsuyu Asui, gracefully swimming through the debris-filled water, her form slicing cleanly through the chaos as she pulled a flailing Mineta behind her. She reached the side of a half-sunken ship and leapt up with practiced ease, Mineta tumbling after her.
Izuku descended quickly and landed softly behind them. The deck creaked under his weight, but he kept his stance firm.
"I'm glad you're both okay," he said, glancing between them. "You didn't get hurt, right?"
Asui blinked in surprise, then offered a calm nod. "Same to you, Midoriya. You really flew down out of nowhere." She looked around. "We're kinda in a bad spot here. What should we do?"
Izuku's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the distant shore, where shadows of villains moved between wreckage and water. "This wasn't random. They knew our schedule… who would be here. They probably snuck into the school while everyone was distracted by the press."
"That means they've been planning this for a while," Asui murmured, her brow furrowed.
"Just like Todoroki said… they waited for the perfect time to strike."
Mineta, who had been sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees, piped up nervously. "B-but even if they planned all this, it's not like they can actually kill All Might, right? He's unbeatable! Once he gets here, he'll wipe the floor with them!"
Izuku's expression darkened as he recalled 13's tense voice back at the entrance.
"This isn't random. They're here for a reason."
"Aizawa, we have to get the students out."
He shook his head. Something wasn't right.
"That's what they want us to believe," Asui said sharply, crossing her arms. "Think about it, Mineta. They broke into U.A.—one of the most secure locations in the country. That means they might actually have a way to hurt All Might."
Mineta's face went pale. "Y-you're saying they're really trying to kill him?"
"We shouldn't be worrying about All Might right now," Asui said grimly. "We should be worrying about us. We're the ones surrounded."
A silence fell over the three of them for a beat, broken only by the distant splash of movement from the villains closing in.
"If we panic now, we might not live long enough to see All Might come," she continued. "And even if he does… there's no guarantee we'll make it out in one piece."
Mineta looked up at Izuku, his voice trembling. "Th-the pros will come… right? They'll save us?"
Izuku met his gaze, steady and serious. "We might have to hold them off until they do," he said. "That's if they know we're under attack."
Mineta's breathing quickened, the panic creeping back into his voice. "Th-that's impossible! We're first years—we're not even trained for this kind of thing!"
Izuku stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Mineta's shoulder. "I know it's scary. But remember what it means to be a hero. When the odds are impossible…"
His eyes glowed faintly with resolve.
"Do the impossible."
Asui smiled faintly. "You're starting to sound like All Might."
Just then, the water below them churned violently, and several figures began climbing aboard the wrecked ship—villains with slick, scaly skin and fins protruding from their limbs. Water dripped from their claws as they snarled.
Izuku narrowed his eyes at the growing chaos below. The sound of villainous laughter echoed through the warped dome of the USJ. With a determined look, he turned to Mineta and Tsuyu.
"Hop on my back," he said calmly, his cape fluttering behind him.
Without hesitation, Tsuyu leapt up, grabbing Mineta by the collar and pulling him along as they climbed onto Izuku's back. With a deep breath and a gust of wind, Izuku launched into the air—moving fast enough to leave a small crater where he stood.
As they soared through the air, Izuku's sharp eyes—enhanced by his Kryptonian vision—swept across the USJ battlefield. His x-ray vision flickered as he scanned through rubble and smoke. His super hearing picked up heartbeats, grunts, the crackle of flames, and distant cries for help. It wasn't just Mineta and Tsuyu who had been scattered.
At the entrance platform, he spotted Shoji, Uraraka, Ashido, Sero, and Sato regrouping. Relief briefly passed over his face.
When he landed with a solid thud, the wind from his descent knocked back some dust and loose debris. Tsuyu and Mineta dismounted quickly. Uraraka turned around in shock, then smiled with relief.
But that relief was short-lived. Izuku noticed 13 slumped on the floor, smoke rising from her suit and a long gash along her back. One of the reinforced metal doors had been blasted open—its hinges bent and melted.
"What happened here?!" Izuku asked, kneeling beside her.
Mina ran up, slightly out of breath. "It was that mist guy—Kurogiri. He came back while we were trying to escape. 13 tried to stop him, but… she got hit. Iida managed to get out, though! He's on his way back to UA right now!"
Izuku let out a sigh of relief, then his expression hardened.
"Good. Stay here. Protect 13. I'll handle the rest."
Before they could respond, Izuku vanished in a blur of green and red, kicking up a gust of wind so strong it nearly knocked Sero off his feet.
Down in the plaza, Aizawa was a storm of motion—his scarf whirling through the air as he weaved between villains, erasing quirks, disabling threats with precision strikes. But he was tiring.
A villain tried to flank him—only to find himself staring at a red blur.
BOOM!
Izuku landed behind Aizawa like a meteor, cracking the ground beneath his boots. Aizawa spun, fist raised—until he saw the familiar "S" symbol on Izuku's chest.
"Izuku?" Aizawa said, slightly winded.
"It's me!" Izuku said quickly. "Most of the class got scattered across the USJ. I've found some of them already. ida got out—reinforcements are coming."
Aizawa paused, gritting his teeth as he drop-kicked a charging villain. "Then get the others. Now. Gather them all at the top of the stairs."
Izuku nodded, then turned to face the disaster zones—and in an instant, he was gone.
One by one, zones around the USJ lit up with flashes of red and blue. The river zone. The landslide zone. The fire zone. Even the collapsed debris zone.
A blink later, the students of Class 1-A were standing at the top of the stairs, disoriented and confused. Ashido looked around, blinking. "W-Wait… weren't we just fighting that fire villain?!"
"Where are we?!" Tokoyami asked, shadow spreading around his feet.
Then they all saw him.
Izuku hovered in the air just above them, cape flapping gently. His eyes glowed faintly from the aftereffect of heat vision.
"Aizawa-sensei told me to gather you all. ida got out—he's bringing the teachers."
The class looked at him in awe, not just because of the rescue, but because of how fast and how precise he had been. Some of them hadn't even seen him move.
But before anyone could thank him, a familiar, angry voice cut through the silence.
"I DON'T NEED TO BE RESCUED, DAMMIT!"
Bakugo stepped forward, fists clenched, sparks flying. "I was handling it! You think you're a hero just because you've got speed and strength? I don't need you!"
Izuku didn't flinch.
"I know, Bakugo," he said quietly, calmly. "But this wasn't about pride. It was about making sure everyone made it back alive. You included."
Bakugo glared at him for a long moment, but didn't say anything else.
The air inside the USJ hung heavy with dust and tension. From their position on the stairs, Class 1-A could see their homeroom teacher in the thick of battle.
Aizawa was a blur of motion—his capture scarf snapping like a whip as he weaved between blows, erasing quirks and flooring villains with surgical precision. But even from this distance, Izuku's enhanced eyes picked up the fatigue in his movements—the slight delay in his dodges, the strain in his breathing.
Then… it happened.
Without warning, something massive materialized behind him—a hulking, pitch-black creature with bulging muscles and an exposed, pulsing brain glistening under the artificial light. It moved with unnatural speed for its size, closing the distance before Aizawa could react.
The Nomu's massive clawed hand shot out, clamping down on Aizawa's arm like a vice. There was a sickening crack as bone gave way. Before anyone could shout a warning, the creature lifted him effortlessly and slammed him into the ground hard enough to fracture the tiled floor. Aizawa's head snapped back from the impact, blood trickling from his nose and lip.
The class gasped—some in horror, others frozen in disbelief.
While the beast pinned Aizawa to the ground, a figure draped in severed hands stepped forward, his slow, deliberate movements making the scene feel even more suffocating. The one on his face twitched slightly as he crouched down beside their teacher.
"What do you think of him, Eraser Head?" the man asked, voice low but brimming with twisted glee. "He's the bio-engineered anti–Symbol of Peace. Designed to kill All Might. But…" He tilted his head like a curious child. "…you can call him Nomu."
As if on cue, the Nomu lifted its head toward the ceiling and let out a chilling, guttural screech that rattled the air. The sound was primal—somewhere between a roar and a howl—making even the more battle-ready students shiver.
In that instant, Izuku shot forward like a bullet, the air behind him cracking with the sound of displaced wind. His eyes locked onto Aizawa, who was still pinned helplessly in the grip of the monstrous Nomu.
The beast's head twitched. It sensed the incoming threat. With a low growl, Nomu stepped in front of the hand-covered villain, planting its massive feet and crossing its corded arms like a shield.
The hand villain scowled, tilting his head. "What are you doing, Nomu? I didn't tell you to—"
He never finished.
Izuku was already there.
A red and blue blur cut through the dust, and before the villain's words could even leave his mouth, Izuku drove a brutal uppercut into Nomu's jaw.
BOOOOM!
The plaza shook from the impact. Nomu's body was lifted off the ground, hurtling skyward like a launched rocket. A shockwave rippled outward, sending shards of stone skittering across the ground.
But Izuku didn't waste a second watching the result. In the same motion, he darted past, scooping Aizawa carefully into his arms. The pro hero's face was bloodied, one arm bent at an unnatural angle, his breath ragged.
"I've got you, Sensei," Izuku said firmly, voice carrying both urgency and reassurance.
And then he vanished again.
By the time Class 1-A realized what had happened, Izuku was already kneeling on the stairs, gently setting Aizawa down.
"Sensei!" Yaoyorozu rushed forward, materializing bandages and splints from her skin in a near panic. Shoji wrapped multiple arms around Aizawa to steady him, while Uraraka floated some debris away to make space. Even Mineta, pale and trembling, pressed his jacket against Aizawa's wounds to slow the bleeding.
Izuku straightened, his expression hardening. "Keep him safe. Don't let him move. I'll handle the rest."
And before anyone could respond, he was gone again in a sharp crack of displaced air.
The students barely had time to lift their heads before Izuku reappeared in the center plaza, cape fluttering as he set his feet against the broken tiles.
But his stomach dropped.
Nomu was already there.
The creature stood at the heart of the crater, its chest rising and falling steadily as though nothing had happened. Not a bruise, not a drop of blood. Its massive form loomed like a living wall, eyes glowing faintly as it focused on Izuku again.
The hand villain laughed, scratching at the hand covering his neck. "Ohhh, I see. You're fast. Strong. But Nomu…" His grin widened. "Nomu was made to kill All Might. What chance do you think you have, kid?"
Nomu let out a low, bone-rattling screech, slamming its fists together with a sound like cracking stone. The air seemed to shiver around him, raw power radiating from his hulking frame.
Izuku's fists clenched, eyes narrowing as his cape rippled in the wind. He could feel the weight of his entire class watching from above, every heartbeat echoing in his ears.
The Nomu moved first.
With an ear-splitting roar, the hulking beast launched itself forward, the tiles beneath its feet shattering from the sheer force. It barreled toward Izuku like a living freight train, arm outstretched, claws ready to tear through him.
But Izuku didn't flinch. At the very last instant, he darted to the left, the air cracking around him from the burst of speed. Before Nomu could adjust, Izuku's hand shot out, seizing its outstretched arm in a vice grip.
"Got you."
With a twist of his hips and raw strength, Izuku hurled the monster upward. Nomu's body slammed into the ceiling with a thunderous crash, dust and rubble raining down. Izuku crouched low, his muscles coiled like a spring, then launched himself skyward in pursuit. The sound barrier shattered behind him with a sharp CRACK.
Within heartbeats, he caught up. Izuku grabbed Nomu's ankle mid-air, spun with brutal precision, and hurled the beast back down to the ground.
BOOOOOOM!
The impact shook the entire plaza. A spiderweb of cracks spread outward from the crater where Nomu had landed. Izuku dropped gracefully just outside the pit, his cape fluttering in the settling dust.
But his expression hardened.
From the rubble, Nomu rose. Completely unharmed.
Not even winded.
Izuku's jaw tightened. I hit him with enough force to level a building… and nothing?
The hand-covered villain stepped forward, chuckling darkly. His fingers scratched at the hand clinging to his neck.
"Impressive. But useless. You see… Nomu was given two quirks: shock absorption and super regeneration. Whatever you do, it won't matter. He'll just keep standing back up."
Izuku barely had a second to process before Nomu leapt again, claws slashing through the air.
This time, Izuku didn't dodge. He moved into the attack, faster than the eye could follow, and caught Nomu mid-leap by the throat. The impact shook the ground, but Izuku held the monster suspended effortlessly, his hand locked around its massive neck.
Nomu thrashed, but Izuku's grip didn't falter. His emerald eyes glowed faintly, and his voice cut like steel as he turned toward the hand villain and the swirling mist of Kurogiri.
"Surrender. Now. It's only a matter of minutes before the teachers arrive. You don't want this to get worse."
For a moment, silence hung heavy over the battlefield. The scattered villains froze, their confidence wavering.
Kurogiri's form rippled, his calm voice carrying across the plaza. "He isn't wrong, Shigaraki. The plan has failed."
Shigaraki fingers twitched. He scratched violently at his neck, glaring at Izuku with eyes burning with malice.
"Tch… fine. Maybe I can't kill All Might today…" His lips curled into a jagged grin. "…but I can still ruin his reputation."
He turned sharply toward the recovering villains littered around the plaza, his voice a command dripping with venom.
"Kill the students."
That was the spark.
Izuku's head snapped toward him, fury igniting in his chest. His grip tightened around Nomu's throat before, with a guttural growl, he spun and hurled the beast straight at Shigaraki.
As Nomu's body crashed into the villain, Izuku's eyes flared red. Twin beams of searing heat lanced from his gaze, carving a molten line into the stone floor at the base of the staircase leading up to Class 1-A.
SSHHHHHHHHHH!
The ground glowed white-hot, steam rising in thick waves as the heat vision cooled into a smoking scar across the tiles. Izuku's voice rang out, firm and unyielding.
"Cross this line… and you'll regret it. Anyone who takes a single step toward my classmates will be met with force."
The villains flinched when Shigaraki's screech echoed across the battlefield, his voice cracking with rage.
"Stop standing there like cowards! MOVE FORWARD!" he barked, clawing at his neck. "I'll deal with him—Nomu and I will crush that brat!"
Kirishima grit his teeth, planting his feet. "Heads up, guys," he called, his hardened arms gleaming under the lights. "Looks like we're fighting after all!"
Bakugo's grin widened, his palms sparking violently as small explosions popped in the air. "Tch… finally. I was getting sick of just watching."
The air shifted, the tension snapping as the Nomu launched forward once more, its massive body cutting through the dust like a missile. Izuku dodged sharply left, his cape flaring behind him, but before he could counter, Shigaraki closed the distance. His decayed hand lashed out, forcing Izuku to launch skyward—but Nomu's grotesque arm shot up like a whip, seizing Izuku's leg mid-flight. With horrifying strength, Nomu slammed him into the ground, a deafening BOOM rattling the plaza.
Shigaraki was already upon him, his fingers latching onto Izuku's sleeve. The fabric crumbled instantly into nothing, revealing his bare arm. A fraction of a second more, and Shigaraki's quirk would have reached skin. But Izuku twisted, grabbing Shigaraki by the chest and hurling him away, the villain crashing violently across the tiles.
With a sharp burst of speed, Izuku shot out of the crater, soaring upward. His emerald eyes immediately locked onto the staircase—where his classmates were fighting tooth-and-nail, defending against the villains Shigaraki had unleashed. He felt a surge of pride at the sight of them holding their ground.
"You shouldn't look away during a fight!" Shigaraki screeched, rising unsteadily to his feet. His words were the only warning before Nomu lunged upward, colliding with Izuku mid-air and driving him backward—straight into the stairs where his classmates fought.
Izuku slammed against the stone steps, his classmates crying out in shock. Before he could recover, Nomu's enormous hands clamped around his throat and ankles, lifting him high overhead like a broken doll.
Shigaraki's voice rang out, filled with venom. "Super or otherwise, you're just a kid. Trying to fight a monster built to kill All Might? You can't win. None of you can win."
Nomu brought Izuku down, hard—his spine cracking over its knee before being thrown brutally against the ground. Dust and debris scattered as Nomu began lumbering forward, ready to finish it.
But one voice cut through the despair.
"Like hell it's hopeless!"
Bakugo tore down the steps past his stunned classmates, palms flaring. With a roar, he unleashed a massive explosion that engulfed Nomu in fire and smoke.
Shigaraki staggered back, shielding his face, spitting venom at the boy. "Why do you fight?! Why resist when it's POINTLESS?! Even the strongest here couldn't—"
He never finished. From within the smoke, a blue and red blur erupted—Izuku, battered but burning with resolve. He rocketed forward, slamming his fist into Nomu's chest with enough force to blast the air apart. The monster stumbled, but remained standing.
Izuku stalked closer, every step heavy with controlled fury. "Bakugo won't give up," he said firmly, his voice carrying over the battlefield. "None of my classmates will. As long as they can still draw breath, they'll fight." His fists clenched. "But me? I've got a different problem."
His fist smashed into Nomu's jaw, staggering it back. He seized its throat, glaring at Shigaraki. "I live in a world made of cardboard." His voice trembled—not with fear, but with restraint. "Every step, every move, I have to hold back. Always careful not to break something. Not to break someone. Never letting myself lose control… because if I did, someone could die."
Nomu roared and swung back at him, but Izuku's punch caved its chest inward, sending it sprawling into the fountain. Water burst everywhere as Izuku's heat vision carved through the basin, shattering it into rubble.
"But this Nomu?" Izuku growled, marching forward as the beast clawed its way up again. Blow after blow rained down, driving Nomu backward. "This thing can take it."
A devastating uppercut floored Nomu, forcing it flat on its back. Izuku's eyes glowed fiercely as he turned his gaze to Shigaraki. "What we have here…" he raised his fists, his aura of power shaking the air, "…is a rare opportunity. For me to cut loose."
Izuku vanished in a blur, the sound barrier snapping. In an instant, his fist buried into Nomu's gut, sending the creature rocketing across the U.S.J. Before it even touched the roof, Izuku appeared again, hammering it downward with another strike that echoed like thunder. The monster crashed into the plaza, only to be slammed again from above by Izuku's next punch, the impact sending shockwaves that rattled the entire facility.
When the dust finally cleared, the scene was frozen in awe. Nomu's lower half jutted helplessly from the shattered plaza floor, its body thrashing uselessly as it struggled to break free. The ground itself seemed to groan under the weight of the destruction.
Izuku landed lightly on the cracked stone, chest heaving, his fists trembling from the sheer output of power—but his eyes remained steady, unwavering. Dust and rubble swirled around him like a storm. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the ragged groans of the half-buried Nomu still twitching in the shattered plaza floor.
And then—
BOOM!
A massive explosion tore through the air as the great steel doors of the U.S.J. burst open, shaking the entire facility. Every head turned toward the sound.
A powerful, booming voice rang out, radiating hope like sunlight cutting through the storm.
"Fear not, young heroes! Why? Because—"
At the top of the staircase, framed by the blinding light behind him, stood the towering figure of the Symbol of Peace himself.
"—I am here!"
Gasps and cries of relief echoed through Class 1-A. Some sagged in exhaustion, others cheered weakly, adrenaline carrying them forward. Even battered and bruised, their spirits lifted at the sight of their Number One Hero.
But Shigaraki froze where he stood, trembling not with fear, but fury. His hands twitched, clawing at his neck. "No… no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! That brat—he wasn't supposed to be THIS strong! And now he's here?!"
Before his rage could spiral further, a misty warp gate spread open beside him. Kurogiri emerged, his deep, collected voice cutting through the chaos.
"Tomura Shigaraki. It is time to retreat. Our mission is lost."
Shigaraki snapped his head toward him, his red eyes wild. "Retreat?! RETREAT?! Do you have any idea what we've lost?!" He kicked at the ground like a child denied his toy, then pointed a shaking finger at Izuku, who still stood ready to fight despite his exhaustion. "This isn't over! You hear me?! Next time—you won't be so lucky!"
But Kurogiri's swirling void expanded, pulling him in before his tantrum could continue. Shigaraki vanished into the darkness, his muffled curses echoing even as the portal snapped shut behind them.
With their leaders gone, the remaining villains faltered. Confusion and panic spread across their ranks. It was all the opportunity Class 1-A needed.
"Now!" Kirishima shouted, charging forward with hardened fists.
Bakugo roared with fury, hurling explosions that rattled the walls. Todoroki unleashed a wave of ice, trapping fleeing villains. Even the most exhausted students fought with renewed strength, side by side with All Might, who effortlessly incapacitated clusters of enemies with a single swing of his fist.
The battlefield turned swiftly. Within minutes, the last struggling villain was tied up, groaning in defeat.
By the time the rest of the U.A. staff stormed the U.S.J., the fight was already over. What they found left them stunned:
A group of battered, shaken—but victorious—students. A pile of defeated villains, bound and subdued. And standing among them, Izuku, still catching his breath, his classmates glancing at him in awe after witnessing the true depth of his power.
Principal Nezu stepped forward, his small frame deceptively calm amidst the wreckage. His beady eyes swept across the carnage, then finally rested on Class 1-A.
His voice was gentle, but carried weight. "My, my… it seems you all went through quite the ordeal." He clasped his paws together, tilting his head slightly. "But tell me… what exactly happened here?"
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken memories of Nomu's rampage, Shigaraki's fury, and Izuku's terrifying display of power.
Every pair of eyes slowly turned to Izuku.
Izuku's chest was still rising and falling heavily when all eyes landed on him. Nezu's question hung in the air like a blade waiting to drop.
Swallowing hard, Izuku stepped forward. His voice wasn't steady at first, but he forced himself to speak.
"The League of Villains attacked… their leader called himself Shigaraki. He came with Kurogiri, the warp-gate villain, and… that creature." His fists clenched at his sides, remembering the Nomu's relentless strength. "It was built to fight All Might. It… it wouldn't stop no matter how much damage I dealt. If not for my classmates… if not for everyone fighting back… I don't think we would've made it."
The silence afterward was thick, broken only when All Might placed a steadying hand on Izuku's shoulder. "You did well, young Midoriya. You all did. I am proud."
That was when the flashing lights of law enforcement filled the broken windows of the U.S.J. Police officers swarmed in, quickly securing the captured villains. Chains rattled, cuffs clicked shut, and one by one, the attackers were dragged away. The entire scene was buzzing with urgency, but beneath it all, there was awe at the sight of Class 1-A—students who had stood against real villains and survived.
Soon enough, the teachers began ushering their battered class toward the waiting buses. The adrenaline had faded, leaving exhaustion heavy in every step. Some students whispered quietly about what Izuku had done, some casting worried glances, others looking at him like he was untouchable.
But just as they reached the exit, the sliding doors burst open.
A flood of flashing cameras and shouts met them. A small army of reporters had gathered, hungry for a story.
"Class 1-A! Is it true you fought villains?""Were there casualties?!"
The cameras clicked rapidly, flooding them with light. Bakugo scowled and shoved past, covering his face, while Uraraka tried shielding her eyes. Todoroki remained stoic, though his gaze never left Izuku, analyzing him.
Izuku ignored the swarm, walking steadily toward the bus. His ears buzzed with the chaos—until a faint, desperate voice cut through everything.
"Help… someone, please help!"
Izuku froze mid-step, his instincts locking onto the plea. His classmates noticed his sudden stop, some turning toward him in confusion.
Then—he heard it again. But this time, it wasn't from the crowd. It came from above.
Izuku's eyes widened, and he slowly tilted his head skyward. Past the glow of spotlights and the haze of the city, beyond the swirling clouds overhead—he saw it.
A massive airplane, tilting violently, engines sputtering. Its descent was sharp, uncontrolled, and undeniable.
The world around him seemed to stop. The reporters' questions, the flashing lights, the chatter of his classmates—everything blurred into silence.
The only thing Izuku could hear was the scream of metal tearing through the sky.
"Everyone—back up!" Izuku shouted, voice sharper than anyone had ever heard it.
Before they could even ask why, he crouched low.
BOOM!
The ground cracked beneath him as he launched skyward like a missile. A violent shockwave burst out, toppling reporters and scattering their equipment, knocking several students to the ground. Only the pros—All Might, Aizawa, and a handful of other teachers—remained on their feet, bracing themselves against the gale.
Gasps and cries filled the air.
"What was that?!""Did he just—fly?!""Midoriya?!" Uraraka shouted, shielding her eyes against the debris-laden wind.
Up in the sky, Izuku was climbing faster than any jet. The friction of the atmosphere burned bright around him, licking his arms and legs with fire as he punched through the clouds. His ears rang with the roar of wind, his chest screamed with pressure, but he locked his eyes on the tumbling aircraft above.
The massive passenger plane was caught in a death spiral, smoke streaming from one engine, its nose angling straight down toward the U.S.J.
"No… no, no!" Izuku gritted his teeth, forcing himself faster. Not on my watch.
He rocketed upward, cut across the nose of the plane, and pressed both palms against the metal skin. The shriek of grinding steel echoed in his bones as the full weight of the falling giant slammed into him.
The plane shuddered under his push, engines howling, and Izuku's body buckled from the force. His arms quivered violently, muscles screaming as though they would tear apart.
"Come on… come on!"
Below, on the ground, his classmates and the reporters searched desperately for him in the cloud cover.
"Where did he go?!" Kaminari shouted, spinning in every direction."I lost him—he's gone," Sero muttered, panic rising."No…" Uraraka whispered, her fists trembling. "He wouldn't leave us."
Then a sharp voice cut through the crowd.
"There! Look up there!"
A reporter with an enhanced-vision quirk pointed skyward. All heads snapped upward. The clouds parted with a deep rumble, and what they saw stole every breath.
A plane.
A massive passenger jet, screaming toward them in a nosedive. And just ahead of its nose—tiny against its bulk, but blazing with determination—was Izuku, straining against the impossible.
"No way…" Mina gasped, eyes wide."He's stopping it?!" Kirishima shouted in disbelief."Midoriya…" Bakugo muttered under his breath, his fists tightening as his heart pounded in his chest.
The reporters scrambled, every camera locking onto the sight. The air filled with a furious storm of clicks as lenses captured the unthinkable: a boy—just a boy—holding back a falling airplane.
The nose of the plane crumpled under Izuku's grip, metal rippling in waves along the fuselage like it was alive. Screams echoed faintly from inside as passengers clung to their seats, feeling the aircraft jerk violently.
Izuku roared, forcing his body to endure, veins bulging in his arms and forehead. Inch by inch, the plane slowed. The ground drew terrifyingly close. Reporters, students, even pros braced for the inevitable impact.
And then—
It stopped.
The nose of the aircraft leveled out, hovering just meters from the ground. The weight still pressed down, threatening to crush him, but Izuku planted his feet into the cracked earth and refused to give an inch. The U.S.J plaza trembled from the pressure.
Silence blanketed the crowd.
The shutters of cameras broke it—click, click, click—immortalizing the sight of Midoriya Izuku, the boy who held a plane in his bare hands.
With a deep, guttural cry, Izuku pushed back against gravity, slowly guiding the massive machine to safety. The plane tipped, wings groaning, before finally settling onto the ground with a long, screeching scrape of metal. Dust and smoke plumed into the air as it came to a rest.
Izuku hovered shakily to the side, catching his breath, before landing near the plane's door. Without hesitation, he dug his fingers into the steel and ripped it off the hinges. The twisted door clattered onto the ground.
Inside, dozens of terrified passengers stared at him, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Izuku, panting but steady, managed a strained smile. "Is everyone… all right?"
The cabin erupted with cries of relief and astonished gasps. Some people sobbed openly. Others shouted thanks, their voices cracking.
Back on the ground, Class 1-A and the reporters still stood frozen, unable to fully comprehend what they had just witnessed.
The world seemed frozen in awe as Izuku stood at the torn-open doorway of the passenger plane. Cameras still clicked in rapid fire, capturing every moment, while smoke and dust from the landing slowly settled. The crowd—heroes, students, reporters, civilians—remained hushed.
Then, the pros snapped into action.
"Everyone! Clear a path for the passengers!" Cementoss barked, raising stone barriers to guide the crowd.
"Medics, this way! We need triage zones here and here!" Midnight called, her commanding voice cutting through the chaos.
Paramedics rushed in with stretchers, while the uninjured heroes moved quickly to help frightened passengers off the aircraft. All Might himself stood near the wing, a reassuring smile plastered across his face as he encouraged each group to exit calmly.
On the ground, police cars pulled up in droves, sirens wailing before being cut off. Officers leapt out, working with heroes to secure the area. Radios crackled with updates about the U.S.J incident now spilling into the broader world.
And then, from one of the arriving cars, a man in a beige trench coat stepped out. His sharp but kind eyes scanned the situation instantly, lingering for a moment on the boy who had just saved hundreds of lives.
"Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi," an officer announced.
Naomasa wasted no time. After confirming that the villains apprehended earlier were secure and the passengers safe, he made his way toward Class 1-A, who were gathered in a loose group near the steps of the U.S.J.
The students still wore their hero costumes, dirtied and scratched from battle, their expressions a mix of fatigue and shock. Even so, their presence radiated something different now—like they had crossed an invisible line between "students" and "heroes."
"I'll need to speak with each of you," Naomasa said calmly, his notebook already in hand. "Your accounts of what happened in the U.S.J are vital. One at a time, please."
First was Ochaco Uraraka.Her hands trembled slightly as she spoke, her helmet still tucked under her arm. "It was terrifying. The Nomu… it didn't even flinch when it hit the ground. But Izuku didn't hesitate. He—he caught it, threw it, and stood between us and everything. Then later, when Shigaraki ordered the villains to kill us… Izuku… he drew a line in the ground and said none of them would cross. And they didn't."
Her voice caught, and she added quietly, "I've never seen anyone so unshakable."
Naomasa gave a small nod of understanding before jotting more notes.
Shoto Todoroki's turn.His heterochromatic eyes were steady. "Midoriya fought with control and purpose. He wasn't reckless—he knew what he was doing. The Nomu was designed to kill All Might, yet Midoriya held his ground against it. And afterward… that plane. If he hadn't been there, every one of those passengers would have died, and perhaps many of us as well."
He hesitated, then added, "He's more than just a student."
Eijiro Kirishima spoke next, his voice loud and passionate."Man, Midoriya's a real deal hero! He grabbed that Nomu outta the air like it was nothing and then told those villains straight-up to back off. And the plane?! That was… that was insane! Nobody else coulda done that. He didn't just save people—he gave all of us the guts to stand tall."
Naomasa's lips quirked at Kirishima's fiery honesty as he noted everything down.
Katsuki Bakugo stepped forward reluctantly, hands jammed in his pockets."Tch. The nerd's strong. Stupid strong. He made that Nomu look like a toy. Doesn't mean he's perfect." His tone was sharp, but his clenched fists betrayed the storm behind his words. "But… when it came down to it, he didn't run. He didn't hesitate. He… he saved everyone. I'll give him that much."
Naomasa watched him carefully, recognizing the mix of pride and competitiveness in Bakugo's glare before moving on.
Finally, Tsuyu Asui.Her tone was calm, but her wide eyes reflected the weight of it all. "Ribbit. Midoriya-kun was clear-headed. Ribbit."
The interviews continued with other classmates, each account layering more detail onto the picture. Naomasa's notes grew thicker, the pages filled with praise, astonishment, and hints of fear at what they had all witnessed.
When he finished, he closed his notebook with a quiet snap and looked at the gathered students, then at Izuku—who, even now, was still checking on the passengers he had saved.
"You've all been through hell today," Naomasa said. "But your actions… will not be forgotten. Especially Midoriya's."
Behind him, cameras still flashed, capturing the boy in green standing against the massive bulk of the downed aircraft. To the world, it would be an image that defined the birth of something new.
By the time everyone had been checked over by Recovery Girl and the on-site paramedics, exhaustion had settled over Class 1-A like a heavy blanket. Bruises, cuts, and scrapes were tended to; shaken nerves soothed with quiet reassurances. Once they were cleared, the students were escorted to the same bus that had brought them to the U.S.J that morning.
The ride back to U.A. was silent at first, each student lost in their thoughts. Only when the glowing silhouette of the school came into view did quiet conversations start to ripple between them.
Principal Nezu met them personally at the gates. His usual cheerful demeanor was gone, replaced with solemnity. "Your safety is my top priority," he said, voice carrying a rare heaviness. "The school has already contacted your parents. They're on their way to pick you up. For the remainder of the week, classes are canceled while we upgrade every security measure on campus. You deserve nothing less."
Relief spread among the class, though unease lingered. They gathered in the common area, still in their hero costumes, trading fragmented conversations—half about the villains, half about Izuku's impossible feat.
"Did you see him with that plane?" Kirishima whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "Manly doesn't even cover it!""He wasn't manly, he was insane," Kaminari replied, running a hand through his hair. "But, like… the good kind of insane.""Midoriya," Todoroki said quietly, though with a tone that carried weight. "The world saw what you did today."
By the time Hisashi Midoriya's old pickup truck rolled up the driveway, the moon was high and silver in the sky. He climbed out, worry etched across his face. Spotting Izuku, still upright and unharmed, he exhaled a long, shaky breath before striding over.
"Are you injured anywhere?" Hisashi asked immediately, eyes scanning his son like a soldier inspecting a comrade.
Izuku shook his head, his expression calm but tired. "You know I can't be hurt, Dad."
Hisashi's hands rested on his son's shoulders. "I know. But me and your mother will always worry. That won't ever change."
Before the moment could stretch further, Midnight approached, her long coat swaying as she walked. "Mr. Midoriya," she said gently, "U.A. will be closed for the rest of the week. We deeply regret that the students had to endure such an ordeal."
Hisashi shook his head firmly. "It wasn't the school's fault. Villains decided to break in, to kill teachers and students. That blame isn't yours."
Midnight looked almost relieved at his words. She nodded, offering a small smile, before stepping back to allow father and son their space.
Izuku and Hisashi climbed into the old pickup and drove away from the quiet campus. The silence in the cab was broken only by the hum of the engine and the distant chirping of crickets. Hisashi switched on the radio to distract them both.
A sharp, professional voice cut through the static.
**"This is Yuna Takahashi with JNN, bringing you breaking coverage of today's unprecedented events. What began as an attack on U.A. High School's Unforeseen Simulation Joint has now turned into a story gripping the nation—and the world.
During the incident, dozens of villains led by an individual known only as 'Shigaraki' infiltrated U.A.'s training grounds in an attempt to kill All Might, the Symbol of Peace. But the villains did not anticipate the presence of U.A.'s Class 1-A… or one student in particular.
Eyewitness reports confirm that Midoriya Izuku, a first-year hero student, engaged the villains directly. According to multiple accounts, he stood against a bio-engineered creature called 'Nomu,' designed specifically to overpower All Might. Midoriya not only held his ground but repelled the monster with overwhelming force.
And as if that were not enough, in the aftermath of the battle, tragedy nearly struck again. A commercial airplane carrying over three hundred passengers suffered catastrophic failure above the U.S.J. As it nose-dived toward certain destruction, Midoriya blasted into the sky, intercepted the aircraft, and—by all accounts—held it in the air with his bare hands. Photographs taken by reporters show the young hero literally stopping the plane from crashing, saving every life on board.
The world has seen these images. Already, they are being broadcast globally, shared across social media, hailed as proof of a rising hero who may stand alongside even All Might one day.
Who is Midoriya Izuku? A first-year student at U.A. A boy with no previous media presence. And yet tonight, his name is on the lips of millions.