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Todoroki and I exchanged a glance—brief, wordless. Fire danced across the horizon, buildings crumbling under the weight of chaos. But my focus was singular.
"We're going after our friends," I said, voice low but firm.
Endeavor's flames surged in response, licking his armor of muscle and pride. "You have orders."
"And they have Stain," Todoroki said, voice colder than icebergs. "Send backup if you want. We're not waiting."
Endeavor stared at us, unblinking. For a second, I thought he'd pull rank. Thought he'd bark us back into line.
Instead, he exhaled—one part flame, one part frustration. "Fine. Don't die."
No promises.
We launched off the rooftop like twin missiles.
POV: Tenya Iida
I'd imagined so many scenarios—so many paths where this ended with me standing over Stain, victorious, avenging my brother.
This wasn't one of them.
Native lay unconscious, blood matting his costume. I couldn't move—Stain's cursed Quirk freezing my limbs with just a taste of my blood. My limbs felt like stone. My pride? Shattered glass.
"This isn't how it was supposed to go," I whispered. My voice trembled, weak. I hated it.
Stain approached like a priest at the altar, blade gleaming, eyes alight with conviction. "You're unworthy of the title 'hero.' You fight for vengeance. Not justice."
And then—
A shockwave. The wind split. Green lightning tore through the alley.
POV: Izuku Midoriya
"STAIN!"
My feet hit the concrete like thunder, One For All pumping 15% into every fiber of my being. I struck hard, full force, sending him skidding across the alley.
He recovered instantly. Of course he did.
"Midoriya," Iida gasped. Relief and shame warred in his voice.
I barely had time to acknowledge him before Stain lunged again, blade slicing through the air.
My body screamed in protest as I twisted, parried, ducked. Every second I held him off was a miracle.
"You're fast," Stain said, licking his blade. "But not fast enough."
I clenched my teeth. I couldn't fall now. Not with Iida paralyzed, not with Native unconscious, not with Todoroki and—
The air dropped ten degrees.
A wall of ice surged up between us.
And then—spiraling mochi crashed into Stain's chest, sending him tumbling backward like a ragdoll.
"Good job holding him back," came the voice I'd been hoping for. Calm, sharp, cocky. "But next time, send a damn text before dropping your location."
Relief slammed into my chest like a second heartbeat. "Kenjiro."
POV: Sasaki Kenjiro
"Yo, Izuku," I called, crouched on the wall, mochi feet sticking me to the brick like a spider. "Remind me to smack you upside the head later. You nearly got yourself killed."
Stain glared at me like a rabid animal, blood trailing down his jaw. "Another brat playing hero?"
I slid down the wall, landing softly. My body shifted subtly, my torso stretching then snapping back. Mochi. Flexible. Durable.
"Nah. I'm not a brat," I said, cracking my neck. "I'm the last thing you'll see before nap time."
He moved—fast. Faster than I'd anticipated.
His blade aimed straight for my throat.
Too bad for him.
His weapon passed harmlessly through my neck—my body shifting to mochi for a brief instant before reforming. His eyes widened.
There it is—shock. Doubt. That sweet, delicious crack in the armor.
"Burning Mochi: Gut Shot."
My fist, wreathed in molten heat, buried itself in his gut. The air whooshed from his lungs in a sickening cough. He bent forward, practically folding around my fist.
But I wasn't done.
"Bind."
Mochi tendrils erupted from the alley floor, wrapping around his limbs, stretching over his mouth, crawling over his chest. He struggled. Futile.
I stepped forward and drove my elbow into the side of his temple.
He crumpled like a dropped marionette.
"Sleep tight, psycho."
POV: Tenya Iida
Kenjiro stood over me. Arms crossed. Calm. Disappointed.
"You're an idiot," he said flatly.
Shame scorched me. Deeper than the blade, sharper than Stain's words.
"I—"
"No," he cut in. "You think revenge makes you a hero? You think your brother wanted you to throw your life away for some pathetic sense of closure?"
I tried to defend myself, but I couldn't. The words died in my throat.
"You want to honor him?" Kenjiro asked, voice quieter now. "Then live. Be better. Make sure no one else has to feel what you're feeling right now."
His words were a hammer. No. A scalpel. Brutal. Precise.
And they were right.
POV: Sasaki Kenjiro
We barely had a minute before the alley flared with light.
Endeavor stepped in first, flames trailing behind him like the tail of a comet. Gran Torino zipped beside him. More heroes followed, tense and wide-eyed.
"You three… took down the Hero Killer?" Endeavor growled.
I shrugged, leaning against the wall like I hadn't just wrecked a psychopath. "Wasn't that hard."
Gran Torino chuckled. "Damn kids these days…"
Todoroki gave me a look. One part amusement, one part exasperation.
"Don't start," I muttered.
But then—
A screech tore through the night sky.
The rooftop above us shattered as a massive figure crashed down—claws gleaming, eyes mindless. A Nomu. Reinforcements?
It went for Midoriya.
I didn't think. I moved.
"Burning Mochi: Hell's Judgment."
My right arm ignited, white-hot flames churning with explosive heat. My fist rocketed into the Nomu's skull mid-air.
There was no resistance.
Bone, sinew, brain—it all evaporated under the force of impact. The creature collapsed, a lifeless husk before it even hit the ground.
Silence followed.
I dusted my palms together, the scent of scorched mochi rising in the air.
"Anyone else wanna try their luck?" I said.
POV: Tomura Shigaraki
From the rooftops, I watched the chaos below simmer into a quiet, tense victory.
He was there. Him.
That brat.
"That one's the problem," I muttered. "The others are pawns. But that one… he's dangerous."
Kurogiri hovered beside me. "Shall I warp us in?"
"No." My arm throbbed, the bandaged stump itching with memory. Rage simmered.
"He took my arm. I'll take everything else."
The city still burned.
But this?
This was just the beginning.