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Izuku couldn’t believe it. How fucking dense could the pros be?!
All he wanted to do was help the boy, Kota, but they ‘didn’t think he was suited to talk to him’ because ‘he couldn’t understand’ and he ‘should mind his own business’. The adults ‘knew what they were doing’.
Their hybris had backfired as badly as Izuku had feared. Their camp was under attack by villains and Kota was at an undisclosed location. And Izuku couldn’t do anything to help. Aizawa had ordered them to stay back at the mansion with Vlad King, but the latter had run outside after a message from Mandalay.
Now the left-behind students were alone in the base, blue flames licking closer every second, and a new villain had appeared. Izuku was just about to coordinate the other students on how to defend themselves, ignoring the new, very muscular villain, when he heard him laugh about the dead boy. “I can’t believe you heroes left behind a child! One so weak he couldn’t even withstand my power without me activating my quirk! Ha! The world is better off with weaklings like him dead, isn’t it, little heroes?!”
Izuku froze. Shaking, he turned to face the villain. Voice quiet and cold, venom dripping into his every word, “What did you just say?”
The villain grinned sardonically. “I said, I enjoyed killing the sad excuse of a-”
He hadn’t even known that he activated One For All until he suddenly was right up in the muscle villain’s face and punched him with all his power. Said one practically flew through the air, but Izuku couldn’t stop himself. It felt like his body was on autopilot, almost like when he fought Stain. He hoped it wouldn’t end the same way - UA wouldn’t give him a third chance, and he knew.
Yet, he didn’t hold back. Still couldn’t, and honestly? He didn’t want to. He was angry at the teachers for still going through with the camp although he warned them. Although he told them what Shigaraki had said. He was angry at the pros, because if they hadn’t dismissed him as incompetent, he would’ve been with Kota. And maybe, maybe he could’ve saved the boy.
But mostly? He was completely outraged, seeing red, and wanted the villain to feel his wrath. So he continued his attacks, unrelentingly smashing in the other’s face and punching through the layers and layers of muscle, breaking about every bone in the villain’s body.
The man had stopped moving some time ago when Izuku was finally done with him. Standing over the disfigured silhouette, surrounded by blue fire, he finally snapped back in control. Looking down at his hands, he saw and felt the blood, covering his arms up to his elbows. Fuck. That was bad, very bad. In distant horror he looked at the man laying on the ground before him. A man who wasn’t breathing anymore.
“Compress, I found him.”
Izuku flinched at the voice, still in shock.
“You don’t hold back, do you? Not very heroic to go for the kill.” The man chuckled. “But it’s not like Muscular was important - or will be missed. I’m pretty sure you did the world a service by getting rid of that maniac.”
The stranger sounded relaxed, too much so. Blue flames licked over his hands, at least izuku knew who caused the fire. His mind took in the burn marks, a quirk accident? The color indicating the fire burned at 2500°C to 3000°C. Could the other control the temperature? Why didn’t he attack him? Before his analysis could get out of hand, Izuku asked: “Who are you?”
The fire user smirked. “You’ll find that out soon enough, Midoriya.”
He knew his name. Izuku’s eyes widened in surprise, then in fear. The other not attacking him meant they had other plans for him. ‘Compress, I found him.’ echoed in his mind, but Izuku didn’t know about someone named Compress. Though the other seemed to wait for him, otherwise he would’ve made his move by now. And that only led to the conclusion that this Compress was necessary for their plans regarding him. He had to get out of here. Fast.
The stranger only twitched his eyes for a split-second, and it was all the warning Izuku got. He just turned around in time to see a marble flying towards him, and he tried to jump away.
He wasn’t fast enough. He knew he wasn’t when everything turned black and all he could sense was an empty void. Fuck.