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Chapter 1 : Arrival in a quiet world.

“Well, well young lady, don’t you know it is dangerous to walk around these parts of the town?”

Nemuri knew she shouldn’t think that, but honestly, she was thinking it was quite fitting for a hyena to be a low-time villain. Seriously, who was he thinking of intimidating? He simply had a knife! Sure, Nemuri wasn’t in her hero outfit, but was it a reason to annoy her? She dressed voluntarily as the least sexy possible when in public. She openly sighed, before she felt something under her throat. Oh. Right. These kinds of hustle were often a joint-operation.

“Very well. It is nice to see you are a good, obedient woman. Play nice and me and my friend won’t…” 

Suddenly, in front of everyone, a portal opened from nowhere, above the first thug and a strange man fell from it. Hard.

“*Where the hell am I?*” The strange man said, probably in Russian, before noticing the situation and his eyes met Nemuri’s. She knew those kinds of eyes. They were the pure, the heroic kind. The man knew, despite the different language, what was happening and he wouldn’t stand for it. 

Good. If Nemuri didn’t have to worry about the second thug… She hit the toes with her shoes, as hard as she could. Sure, there was a risk he would try to slash her, but she was already unleashing some gas to make him slower. 

The heroine made short work of her opponent, and was going to help the new guy, before she heard a loud GONK.

“What the fuck?”

Before her, the man was standing, and his face was… Well, he was obviously sorry for his opponent, who had tried to knife him. The issue? Well, the Russian guy apparently had an Ironskin quirk. Very very useful quirk for heroes, as they often had enhanced strength too. Combined with his clearly well built body, the hyena didn’t stand a chance against Russia’s best.

“Sorry… Japanese mine… Rusty. That bad guy?” 

Nemuri was sure now. The man was russian, but had some japanese basis, it was going to help. Maybe he was just a hero from Russia who was a victim from a warping quirk?

“Thank you, mister. Now, we shall wait for the police.” 

He even had a bearly smile who was as nice as possible. Nemuri smiled back at him. After all, there was no way for it to go wrong, right? Hell, she would even probably ask him for a drink, since he was also very easy on the eyes.

—————— 

“Hizashi ? Can you come to the precinct, please?”

“If you ask me to bail you out for indecent exposure…”

“No, no. I got assaulted in an alley after doing a grocery run…”

“… Do you want me to ask Aizawa to prepare an alibi?”

“No, no, not this time. However, I got helped by a man who used his quirk to help me.”

“Let me guess, no license and he was a simply good samaritan?”

“… Yes. And since they don’t believe I am… Well… Me…”

“Because, of course, you were wearing civilian clothing. Don’t worry girl, I have your back.”

——————

Colossus wasn’t having a good day. First off, he was fighting some Russian soldiers, holding them back as the last survivors of a Russian mutant death camp were being evacuated in jeeps. He wasn’t part of the trip, as the Russian “heroes” were intervening, the Winter Guard. Not people to be trifled with, but honestly, Colossus had quite a lot to unpack since his failed wedding with Kitty. Which was still a very sore point, thank you. 

So, he had finished supplexing Perun, the old god, in the ground, and was going to have some words with Red Guardian, when suddenly, their sorceress chanted a spell and a portal opened underneath him.

Soon after that, he was on the ground, near a hyena mutant, while a woman was being held against her will by some idiots. However, in her eyes, he spotted instantly the rage and the will to get free. Not one to not help a lady, Colossus decided to take care of the second thug who apparently didn’t know him. It… Saddened a bit by Colossus. Sure, he wasn’t as known as Cyclops or Jean, but for fuck’s sake. He was still one of the most present X-Men, for LENIN’s sake!

He clearly didn’t expect to be thrown in jail, neither did the woman he rescued. His Japanese was rusty, but she heard her saying she was going to call some friends. In the meantime, Colossus tried to join the Xavier Institute. They had good lawyers, and in the worst-case scenario, Magik would be more than happy to bail him out.

…The number didn’t exist.

Colossus was still incredulous. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No X-Men? The American phone lady even asked him if it was a porn group. 

Colossus answered it wasn’t that kind of group, but part of his mind remembered their outfit and honestly… He couldn’t say he was being truthful in his protestation.

Now? Now, Colossus was in jail, and quickly, he spotted something he missed at first. People didn’t care about mutants in this precinct. He was pretty sure he saw a man with a cat head. This wasn’t normal. Either he missed Japan becoming the new haven for mutant kind… Or he was in weird shit again.

Colossus sighed heavily. He knew his luck. He was the kind of man who would get asked for marriage, before the woman ditched him in front of everyone, and in front of the altar. At least, Rogue, his ex, asked politely to use the wedding preparation, and he had been happy for her and Gambit. But let’s say he picked a fight with the Russian army because he had a lot to deal with in his mind.

Like, you know. Being in another dimension, with no means of communication, and since he went into hiding on purpose, no one would notice his absence for a few months at the very least. Hell, even Magik wouldn’t notice, since they had words before he left. Honestly, he had dumb ideas in his life, but this one was one of the dumbest. 

“Mister Russian? We will interrogate you now.” 

Piotr nodded, resigned. Worst-case scenario, he could escape, but he had faith in the system. He was a good man, doing a good action, and he helped a woman who needed help. It wasn’t a crime, right?

——————

“What do you mean, I can’t use my… mutation to save people?”

“This is reserved for pro heroes. That is strange, I am pretty sure Russia does have a hero system… Even if they suck.” 

In front of him was an officer who was clearly not paid enough for this, and was looking at Colossus, almost angrily. Oh right, Russia and Japan were technically still at war about some islands, right? Could he try saying he lived in America for years?

“So… Mister Raspoutine. You are telling me you don’t have any ID, no one you could contact to prove your identity… And now, the Russian embassy confirmed to us there is no Piotr Raspoutine officially on our territory.” The officer was done. He stared through Colossus, who was dumbfounded by this situation. “So, we have an alien who just came to beat up some Japanese citizens. You will tell us which smuggling ring brought you here, bastard, or you will spend a good time in TARTARUS!” Colossus didn’t know what that Tartarus was, but he had seen worse. However, he was pretty sure the man in front of him was on the verge of breaking down.

“… Sir, you should calm down. You are very red, and I am sure you are almost having a seizure.” Colossus was actually worried for the man, despite his threatening demeanor. The officer was going to yell louder, when the door opened and a man with a fedora entered.

“Officer Soichi? I will take it from there. It will be easier.” The man was calm, and Colossus thought his colleague would protest. However, he seemed to calm down quickly, and got up.

“You will get your just sentence, criminal.” 

Once the door was closed, the man in front of him pushed a coffee in front of him, before drinking his own. Colossus smiled, before grabbing it.

“Oh thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Officer Naomasa. You said your name is… Piotr Raspoutine, right?” The man in front of him locked his eyes in his, and seemed quite curious, not taking him for a liar immediately. Nice change of pace.

Colossus nodded, quietly, sighing.

“… This day has been quite tiring and you have no idea how, officer.”

“Please, Mister Raspoutine. Try me.”

Colossus saw the man drinking his coffee and waited until he drank it.

“… Well, my day began when I discovered after 5 days in a snow tempest, a death camp for mutants, my kind, in Russia. I decided to do what was the only good thing to do, and fought to free my brethren. However, after I finished to help the last survivors to evacuate, I fought some others meta-humans who sent me in another fucking dimension. As a result, I have none of my friends, and I am currently held in a cell for the crime of helping a woman against two thugs.” Colossus stopped speaking after that and he saw Naomasa palling. “Though to be fair, it is quite normal for us, X-Men. I mean, we get visitors from the future every trimester because of some random danger in the future.” He added that with some humor, but it was actually quite true.

“Fuck. What.” The officer was whiter than a sheet of paper, which was surprising.

“What part didn’t you understand? Other dimensions ? I am a hero, back in my home dimension. An X-Men. And…”

“It isn’t a po…” Naomasa stopped what he was going to say when he saw Colossus’ stare. Apparently, he had enough of that joke. Instead, he switched questions. “And have you ever been declared clinically insane?” Fair question and Colossus saw nothing wrong with it.

“Nope. Which is actually quite a surprise considering my family history, but… Well… I guess having weaker power was the price to be saner?”

“… Can you speak more about this… Home dimension?”

Colossus was happy to comply, even if he wondered if the man was just indulging him or something.

——————

“Nemuri, Hizashi? Excuse me in advance but... The fuck did you bring us?! I HAVE ACTUALLY CALLED NEDZU FOR THIS SHIT!” Naomasa was hysterical in front of both of them, and if he was in that state, it was bad. It's terrible. Both heroes stared at each other, and Nemuri was scared to ask.

“Wait, he is evil and trying to destroy the world or something?” Thanks Hizashi for asking in her stead.

“…His existence proves the multiverse theory.” Tsukauchi dropped that bomb in front of them, and both of smile weirdly.

“As in… Parallel universes ? That kind of shit?” Hizashi needed precision. Tsukauchi nodding was one. Both heroes were suddenly wondering what the hell was that man.

“He is apparently from an universe that is at the beginning of their own version of the Dawn of Quirk, except it is a fucking weird and dangerous. Also, I don’t want to see what their earth would look like in 50 years.”

“... Why?” This time, Nemuri dared to ask.

“Because they already have several heroes on Star and Stripe level?” Tsukauchi deadpanned, before the two became afraid. “So, when their world hits the Singularity, it is going to be apocalyptic.”

“… And he knows how to go back home?!” Hizashi was wondering if he could convince Nedzu to seal off a dimension. Was it even possible?

“Actually, no, he doesn't. He hoped we were as advanced as his home, but no.” Shit, they had dimensional travel ?!

“So… He has a very good reason for not having a license, not knowing the law and not having any ID?” Nemuri tried to stay on more mundane but real issues.

“That’s why I need Nedzu on this one. He will probably pull some strings and take this thing away from him.”

Nemuri sighed in relief. She had hoped it would turn out ok and thank god it did. Nedzu was terrifying, inhuman and a sadist, but he was also a good man. Piotr seemed very nice and kind, and frankly, he didn’t deserve that treatment. Hizashi noticed that and wondered how the man looked. Please, god, make him a guy with Nemuri’s body type so he could reverse the teasing for once.

“So… How does it feel to be the distressed damsel, Midnight?”

“Hizashi, I know who your crush is. Don’t try me.” Hizashi smiled at Midnight’s anger. It was always fun. 

“I mean, from what I have seen, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t like to draw him?” Hizashi was ready to take the risk.

“No.” Midnight lied as Colossus had a damn beautiful body and she would love to have him modeling, but she doubted it was possible. What were the odds that the big burly russian was an art amateur and wouldn’t take it in the wrong way?

“Lie.” Tsukauchi was still here, and he made Hizashi’s day, as he smiled widely. Quickly, chaos was there.

—————

“So you are not finding speaking with an animal weird?”

Colossus was appreciating the tea served in front of him. The strange creature had apparently enough weight in this version of Japan to free him legally from the police precinct, and he was brought to what was apparently… A school. Colossus smiled, watching the building and the people outside.

“Not at all. I mean: My sister is a half-demon and I know a pastor who is also another half-demon. You aren’t weird according to my standard, sir. You are quite normal, honestly.”

Nedzu was apparently happy with his answer, and the fact Colossus treated him clearly as a sentient being. “Very good. So. I have learned of your predicament, and I would like to know… Do you have some teaching experience?”

The man of steel nodded his head, with a smile.

“Mainly art, but I was also called for simulation when you had to teach people how to use their strength or help to rescue people. Around five years of experience, and I specialize in teaching kids with… Quirks? Honestly, we call them mutations back home.” 

Nedzu drank his tea, very excited. Did the Heavens literally drop this perfect biped for him? 

“…And you have nowhere to go, no money and no ID…”

“Let me guess. You want me to stay here as a teacher or something?” Colossus was maybe not someone as intellectual as McCoy or a strategist like Cyclops, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew when someone was interested and was going to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Yes! Exactly! How can I explain the situation… Our #1 hero will retire soon. However, he is now teaching at our school and…” 

Colossus almost instantly knew where it was going.

“Let me guess. Super genius who knows how to do things almost instantly, but not great as a teacher?” He remembered how Logan was at first when he taught hand to hand combat. Thank Lenin, the X-Men had a good infirmary. 

“Frankly, I would prefer if someone was there to teach him how to be a hero. If Tsukauchi’s report is true,” Nedzu was happily providing details, when Piotr cut in to add something.

“I don’t like to lie, sir.”

“… He can spot lies, anyway. That is his quirk.” Colossus thought about what he said to the poor man and chuckled softly. That explained his face as he explained to him how he died and came back once.

“Poor man. So… I am supposed to be this man’s assistant then? Because, I doubt you could put such a prestigious man in a subaltern position.”

Nedzu smiled.

“Smart, indeed! So… Do you accept it?”

“It would be my pleasure, of course.” Hell; having a job in this weird dimension was God’s gift, clearly. He would be in a very familiar environment too, thanks to the Institute.

Just like that, Nedzu did probably what was one of his best moves in his whole existence.

“I would like to know a few things, though, about my living accommodations.”

Nedzu was used by people who knew he was rich and made extravagant demands to him. Sometimes he would oblige, sometimes not. He didn’t expect most of Colossus’ demands and accepted them all with a smile on his face. They were actually quite simple to meet, and funny. 

The fun factor was always the most important.

—————

When Eraserhead got into the school that day, to prepare the kids’ new year, he didn’t expect to see what he saw. A man built like All-Might, who was pulling a gigantic plow as if it was nothing, and it was clear he was going to do some agriculture there. Eraser immediately felt the headache coming and came next to him. The tall european man was clearly bigger than him, but Aizawa was more than used to fighting above his weight size. Also, the man didn’t seem threatening, strangely.

“Hello, can I know who you are, and who gave you the right to plow a part of the school?”

“Hello to you! My name is Piotr Raspoutine, nice to meet you. I was given the right to plough by our dear principal. I am All-Might’s assistant teacher.”

The man seemed nice, and polite. Aizawa had to give him that. Also, he thanked the gods Nedzu actually found someone for that position but the name didn’t ring any bell to him. No hero of that name, as far as he knew.

“… And since when are you a hero?”

“Do you know a police officer named Tsukauchi?” Oh god, there was a backstory.

“Yes, he is a good colleague, why?” Aizawa knew the man, and he knew he took a lot now to shake him. 

“Ask him. You wouldn’t believe me otherwise. Hell, he didn’t believe his own quirk at first.” Colossus chuckled softly and now Eraserhead was in part terrified of the kind russian in front of him, before he spotted something. 

Aizawa saw a very familiar look in Colossus, one he saw in the morning, every time he looked at the mirror.

“Weird shit?”

“Oh boy. You have now idea.” The tired sound was something like a mood kindred to Aizawa. That man has seen way too much in his life, and he actually stopped to try to explain them.

“Oh… Well… The teacher meeting will begin soon. Do you want me to show you the way?” 

“With pleasure, sir…” At least he was polite and clearly not arrogant… And more importantly, he wasn’t loud.

“You can call me Eraserhead.” 

Colossus nodded his head, and turning once again in his metal form, he grabbed the plough, easily weighing 500kg, with one hand and put it back in some hangar. Aizawa analyzed the giant of metal during that time and noticed two things. 

The metal man did that, so naturally it wasn’t a flex off. He also did that so easily, it was clear Colossus wasn’t even trying when he did that. 

How strong was that man, exactly?

The second was that apparently, his quirk didn’t work on him, as he stayed into his steel form for a few instant despite Eraser using his quirk on him, curious. The fuck?

——————

The man didn’t turn into a headache, after all. In fact, he turned to be his Christmas gift given in advance, as he saw the man refused politely and firmly Midnight’s usual advance and telling her openly he hoped she acted correctly near the students. 

When Midnight asked him for a drink this weekend, to Aizawa’s surprise and respect, he refused politely, telling him he already had a restaurant booked with a lady. Hizashi seemed to find that quite hilarious, for some reasons, and Midnight’s face was priceless. The sheer confusion combined with some kind of blush was very unusual for her… There was a story behind it, and he knew Hizashi would tell him everything.

Then, Nedzu presented the two new members of the staff to their colleague, while precising that everything said in that room, was to stay in that room.

All-Might’s secret about his time-limit was already quite a lot to take in and when it was Colossus’ turn, Aizawa understood why he said “Weird shit”.

“I am a hero from another universe, and I am technically a mutant, not someone with a quirk. However, honestly, it is frankly the same thing. I am to stay here while some people try to find a way to send me back home… If it is possible. Nice to meet you all.”

Everyone looked at Colossus and Nedzu, before the principal answered.

“Yes, we checked his story and as far as we know, it is the truth. We are still waiting for some definite results from I-Island, but I heard David Shield cackling madly last time I asked for an update. Saying something about unstable particles and matter not from this world…” They had sent some of his metal skin to David for analysis.

Colossus smiled at all of them. “Don’t worry, though. I am actually a licensed teacher, and I am used to heroics.”

“Thanks god for the small mercy, the commie is actually good.” Snipe said, in his American persona, which actually brought a scary face on Colossus’ face… Always fear a good man’s anger.

“I actually grew up in a kolkhoze, and it was probably one of the best parts of my life. Please, refrain from using that term when I am within earshot. I dislike that. A lot.” 

You don’t have to fear many things if you are a wise man, but one of them is a good man’s anger, and clearly Snipe was a very wise man. 

“I am sorry. It was just that the Russian and communist joke is still around and…”

“Don’t worry. It was just a joke.”

Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to warn his colleagues about Colossus’ strength before they did another bad joke like that… And also, he truly needed to know what was the joke behind Hizashi’s smile and Midnight’s weird and confused face.

—————

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” This was the most natural, and heartfelt laugh Hizashi heard from Aizawa since his private wedding with Ms. Joke, and honestly, Mic perfectly understood the reason why.

He couldn’t stop laughing for a few minutes too when he learned about it and Midnight was blushing redder than a communist flag.

“It isn’t THAT FUNNY, GUYS.” She yelled, trying to get them serious, but Aizawa was still laughing as much as possible, while Hizashi barely smiled.

“No, no, totally not. You invited that guy for a date as Nemuri, the unattractive woman who only thinks about art and music and that guy accepted. Then, for fun, you also tried to invite him to Midnight for a drink, your classic trick to see if he is a good man, and he actually passed the test. Not only that, he told you he hoped you didn’t act weirdly with the student and that it was just a persona,” Hizashi quickly summed up the situation, and then continued. “Then he began to explain his idea for a date: an art exposition, with some Renoir and other artists from his period… And him actually explaining why he found that art beautiful and how he hoped that Nemuri would like that date idea.”

This time, Midnight punched her friend gently as she was blushing. This Piotr guy didn’t even seem to be romantically attracted. He simply wanted to have a good time and discover this universe. That was all. When, as Midnight, she tried to tease him about his romantic situation, the face he made… Midnight quickly apologized and promised to never say anything about it. The man took it with a smile so sad she wanted to hug him but… Damn. If she found out who was the woman who hurt his heart, she would have more than words with her.

“It isn’t romantic. It’s just me showing him around the place, and explaining stuff to him, so he wouldn’t have another issue like the time he saved me…” 

“Did you ask him if he could model for you?” Aizawa had finally managed to get his laughter under control enough to ask a question, as apparently, their local giant was also an art nerd.

“I… didn’t.”

Hearing her say that, Hizashi quickly texted something to someone… And when the realization dawned on Midnight, she was this close to throwing him out of the window.

“He says it is with pleasure, as long as he can use some art supplies to paint in his free time. Oh, and no sex joke if you want him to pose nude.”

This time, Midnight made the sound of a dying whale, as she clearly expected the man to be built like a roman statue. Hell, even now, she could see him, working in the fields, as the sun made his body shining brightly.

“… Oh god. I just noticed something.” Aizawa thought of something that was actually to be a problem.

“What?” 

“… How many people will understand they are bi or gay by seeing him working off like that?”

Colossus was shirtless, and he didn’t see why it was a sight to behold…

“Nemuri? You are drooling.”

“Fuck you, Mic.”

—————

Cementoss was facing Colossus in front of him, with a cup of tea. The Pro Hero lived too in the school facilities, and he had now a roommate, as a big interdimensional russian. So, of course, they decided to get to know each other, and they decided to play Go, with some tea.

Colossus was losing badly, but honestly, that was expected. Cementoss was also a Pro Go player during his free time after all. However, the cement hero was happy to see that his colleague played for fun, and took his defeat with a smile. 

Most importantly though, Colossus was respecting the silence between them.

Cementoss liked the man already.

—————

That night, Colossus looked at his future students profile. Because of All-Might’s time limit, it had been decided he would only work with the 1A and the 1B. Otherwise, his time limit would melt faster than Deadpool could eat a chimichanga.

First thing first, he noted commentary about every child's score at the exam, and quickly put a “to be monitored” on two students : Piotr remembered way too many mutants that activated late and had their power be dangerous for their environment and themselves. Hell, his own brother was in that case. As a result, this Izuku Midoriya, who broke his fucking arm saving a girl (congratulations for him), was going to have lessons with him, if he could, to help him control his power. It was unlikely he could hurt Colossus after all. 

However, it was the second that was more worrying: All students accepted in the school have gotten some points by saving some other students (except the recommendation students, of course). All, except one furious blond man with a really offensive quirk. When Colossus watched the video, he had to admit; the boy knew what he was doing: he had that battle instinct so many mutants lacked to be part of the X-Men. Deadpool, as an example, and for all of his weirdness, had it. Cable had it. Colossus had it. This Katsuki? He had more than his fair share of battle sense and instinctual move. 

The issue was: He didn’t care for the others. He only cared for himself in that exam, and it was something not exactly a red flag, but something to correct quickly. He still remembered the Vulcan fuckery, after all. As for the others… Well, he wanted to see what kind of costume they have, but he didn’t have a file on that yet. He would have to see during All-Might’s lesson. 

———————

Colossus, as All-Might’s assistant, followed him when he decided to see how the students were doing with Eraserhead. The man didn’t seem like an idiot, and hopefully, the lesson would be nice and sensible. He didn’t understand why All-Might was so scared about it (except if you took in account his heavy injury and how it might make him feel weak, after so many years as being the invincible superman). 

When Colossus observed the exercises, he nodded his head. He didn’t know what Aizawa said to the students to make them that motivated, but good job. Making them realize they could do more with their abilities than without was very important, though they probably had to be creative in how they used their power.

However, quickly, Colossus knew he would have to correct a few of his notes: this Todoroki kid. Colossus was too far to correctly see him, but he was clearly only using his ice, despite the report saying he had ice and fire power. Also, he clearly lacked the finer control on his power and Piotr actually had some comparison: Iceberg made better sculpture than him.

Something else made Colossu frown, as he saw Midoriya, despite his super power quirk, fail his throw badly. Well, not exactly badly, the score was actually decent, for a human. But clearly, if you took in account his quirk, it should have been better. Aizawa clearly yelling at him was also pretty bad. 

“Mister Yagi, I have some words to have with Aizawa.” Colossus was always the respectful kind, and he respected Aizawa as a future colleague. However, seeing how he was treating his student (and now that he was closer, they seemed scared shitless, by Lenin) he was not in agreement with his method and hoped he simply missed the part where Izuku got his quirk late. 

Considering Colossus' weight and body, it was hard for him to be stealthy. However, he didn’t want to be, and All-Might had no way to stop the russian. 

So, when he came, everyone noticed the tall metal man who smiled kindly at them.

“Hello, students. I need to have a word with your teacher, if he agrees to spare me a few minutes.” 

Aizawa noticed that Colossus wasn't a contrario to some of the new teachers, yelling at his teaching style, which was a plus in his book. However, if he didn’t agree about it, he should have spoken after the lesson. Nonetheless, it was quite hard to refuse when a giant who could lift Mt Lady above his head without sweating wanted to talk with you.

“Sure. If it isn’t too long.” 

Both of them went into a place without a student and Colossus went straight to the point.

“You do know that Midoriya is a late bloomer, right?”

Aizawa frowned. He read students’ files after the first class usually, as it allowed him to meet them without judgment. However, he was curious now, as Piotr did raise an interesting point. If Izuku was a late bloomer, it explained in part why he was still breaking his body with his quirk.

“How late are we talking?”

“Remember when he punched the giant robot?”

Aizawa smiled, without any emotion.

“You are telling me he actually tried to do the exam quirklessly because he thought up to that point he was?”

The giant man of metal nodded, and Aizawa sighed. That explained why Izuku had both a muscular type (often seen with Strength Quirk), but no control on his quirk. He wasn’t lazy, just unused to his power.

“I propose we should give him private lessons about this. Otherwise, he might try to find a way to break the least bones possible and it would set bad habits for him.” 

Worst thing about what Colossus said? It was logical, and seeing the look on that man's face, something he saw a few times. 

“… Duly noted. Thank you for telling me now.”

Colossus smiled at him, and nodded.

“Do you mind if I watch the rest of the class? I would like to see how they are doing from a closer point of view.”

“As long as you don’t disturb the class…”

“Well, as long as no students try to kill another, there shouldn’t be a problem.” Both men shared a smile, before the class resumed. 

Izuku was clearly relieved to have Aizawa telling him he knew about how late he got his quirk, but it was only a respite. He had to learn about how to control it quickly if he didn’t want to be demoted into Gen Ed. However, apparently the new teacher would be happy to train with him. Supposedly, he could easily tank the hit that destroyed the robot.

Izuku knew that this Colossus would probably be one of his favorites when Kacchan actually tried to attack him with one of his explosions yelling “DIE”, as usual.

Aizawa stopped Katsuki in his tracks, but the man stood as a giant barrier in between Katsuki’s attack and him.

“Aizawa, you don’t mind if I take this student for a talk with the director? Unless violence is authorized between students, here.”

Eraserhead looked at Colossus, who was holding Katsuki by his neck, ignoring all of his attacks. Yep, the man was actually sturdy enough to do that too.

“Seeing it is his first offense and I doubt this attack would have resulted in any serious injuries, he doesn't have to. However, I will leave it to you to discuss with him.”

Colossus, meanwhile, observed both him and Midoriya. According to their files, they went to the same middle school, and even the same class. If this Bakugou had such a spotless record, why was the young green kid clearly uneasy? 

“I will take you on that offer. I will also borrow Midoriya, if you don’t mind. There is a lot to speak about.”

Colossus had respected Aizawa’s teaching style, so it was logical Aizawa did the same about Colossus’s pedagogical style.

“Very well, don’t take too much time.” 

“It will depend only on them.”

Colossus knew already that this dimension was maybe quieter than his home universe, but this school was going to be wild. 

Chapter Text

 Colossal Counseling 

“HE LIED TO ME ABOUT NOT HAVING A QUIRK!”

Colossus expected clearly the kid to react violently and try to blast his way. It was truly like at the Institute, and it made him smile slightly. Midoriya, on the other hand, was  clearly afraid, and it was Colossus’ duty to make it better for everyone. So Colossus decided to be the voice of reason and calm. Beside, as he used to say at the Institute, "People listen when it is a Russian who can lift your house and smash you with it".

“Bakugou? Do you think Midoriya can make the government lie ?”

“… Isn’t that what they always do, anyway?” Katsuki pointed out, while Colossus took out Izuku’s file, with his quirk as registered. Honestly, Colossus couldn't fault him on that.

“Midoriya? Am I allowed to disclose to Bakugou the date when your quirk first awakened ?” It was after all private data, and the young man should be asked before any release.

“Yes?” The boy was clearly unsure of what was his new teacher's idea.

“Thank you.” Colossus said, while giving to Katsuki, Izuku's file.

Katsuki was many things, but dumb wasn’t one of them. He quickly noticed the date, and he darted his eyes at Izuku.

“… He might have lied!”

Colossus raised an eyebrow and pointed to the pile of wrecked nerves named Izuku. Katsuki groaned, as the nerd wouldn’t have been able to shut up about having a quirk.

“Besides, did you see his posture when he tried to throw the ball?” Colossus like to exercise, and if he was right about Katsuki's build, the blonde boy was also someone who trained a lot.

“Yes, it was obvious this dumbass activated his quirk only in his arm…” Katsuki stated before he stopped to speak, as realization made its way in his brain.

Colossus smiled, as Katsuki looked absolutely horrified at Izuku who didn’t understand what they were talking about. Katsuki suddenly had a smile that would make Michael Meyer look like a nice guy.

“Deku…” Colossus stopped Katsuki by slamming his hand on the desk, making the kid rethink his words quickly. It was still a big russian in front of him. “Izuku, I mean. Why, when you spend MOST OF YOUR FUCKING TIME BEING ECSTATIC ABOUT OTHERS QUIRKS AND HOW THEY CAN USE IT… You didn’t do it on your own, fucking dumbass idiotic idiot!” 

Colossus let the blond teen say that because he had a point there.

“What… What did I do wrong?” Izuku immediately went into scared rabbit mode. Colossus wondered if he could make a painting like that?

“You used your quirk only on a part of your body. Let me show you an example,” There we go. Izuku was a fucking beginner with his meta-ability and it was clear as day. To illustrate his sentence, Piotr stood up and punched the air in front of him. “That's what you are doing right now. You are punching only with your arm.” 

“Isn't that what punching is about?” Izuku was a beginner at fighting, clearly. Someone trained his body, but not his skill. Timely issue maybe? Still, the young boy needed to learn that too. The sooner, the better.

**Blonk. Blonk. Blonk.**

The sound came from a Katsuki who suddenly realized Izuku was too honest and stupid to have actually hidden that kind of quirk. As a result, the young teen was slamming his head against the desk, in shame of thinking he had been out-smarted by Izuku. He was a fucking idiot who was outdone by someone by so dumb and sincere it felt like a lie.

Piotr sighed, and let Katsuki at his internal torments.

“When you want to truly punch, you use your whole body. Like that !” This time, Colossus showed both teens a proper punch, from his own style, with some boxe, some savate and some karate. The power from it was clearly different from just before, and both kids wondered exactly how strong it would be in the Iron Form of their teacher.

“So you are saying I am using my quirk wrong?” Izuku was suddenly scared, and wondered how the fuck he missed that. Katsuki actually had a point there!

“Extraordinarily wrong. You are trying, from what I guess, to use it fully. Beginner's mistake.” Colossus correctly pointed out. Too many incident at the institute. No one wanted to speak about that one time Jubilee decided to see if she could do a kamehameha.

Katsuki sighed, before pinching his eyes.

“Dum…” Colossus’ stare made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate any more language from the explosive kid, and unlike their teacher in Aldera, this one clearly didn’t give a fuck about explosion. “Izuku. Even I, and I am awesome as you know it, I had to learn how to control my explosion output between sparkle and atomising things.” A bit too prideful, but seeing Izuku had a lot of esteem for him, it would probably reach his brain.

Izuku raised a finger… Then thought about it. He then lowered his finger and slumped in defeat. 

“So… What should I do?”

“We will train you using this quirk properly, young boy. I can teach you a bit. Besides, even if you hit me full power, I wouldn’t risk anything.” Izuku laughed a bit, nervously and Colossus continued. “I once took a full barrage of artillery in the face. It didn’t even scratch my body. Believe me, kid. I doubt many things can hurt me,” Hell, even when he worked in his last mission with the X-Men, Colossus' main job was a shield. He could tank the Hulk and Thor, for Lenin’s sake. “Besides, I have worked with a lot of teens who have awakened their… Quirk… Late in their life. You aren’t my first.” 

Colossus, indeed, was used to teach kids who got their mutations usually during puberty. Yep. Always a fun moment when your body mutated a fuck ton, and you also had power popping out. 
Mutation! Congratulations, you have to deal with puberty and superpowers you had to learn to control! 

Katsuki sighed and got up. Clearly, he thought he was done here. This showed to Colossus Katsuki was probably never asked by a teacher to stay because of his attitude...

“Fine. Let him have a special course or something. Such an idiot like him needs it.”

“Bakugou, we will also have words on your behavior. In what world did you think assaulting a comrade was the right thing to do? Unless you think Izuku was under mind control.” Sadly, Colossus remembered more than one instances where mind-control was involved.

“What?” Katsuki seemed actually surprised to be called out on his violent attitude. Colossus felt furious when Izuku spoke, shyly.

“I mean… He never got in trouble before that.” 

What. Every fiber in Colossus focused in that instant.

“What do you mean, he never got in trouble for being violent?” 

Both kids realized they said too much, and Colossus understood he just discovered a fucking landmine field. Thankfully, he was totally armored against that kind of attack. As a result, he pulled out his phone and called Nedzu.

“Hello, Nedzu? Yes, sorry to bother you. Could you use your relationship with your local equivalent of teaching inspectors to check Midoriya’s and Bakugou’s school? I think the result will be… entertaining.”

One thing Colossus learned when he got his power was to restrain himself. He was a physical powerhouse, and despite his kind and calm mindset, it still didn’t change that he could technically ravage a lot if he let his anger get the best of him. As a result, when he wanted vengeance, he often had to use the proper channel instead of doing it himself.

Except if it was Mr Sinister. In that case, even if it was unlikely in this universe, there would be no power able to stop him from launching the genetician into orbit. 

When the two teens looked at their assistant teacher, they suddenly saw he was not smiling anymore.

“I promised your teacher I wouldn’t take too long with you two. So I won’t. However, mark my words very well. I don’t like violence. In fact, if I could, I would spend my life painting and taking care of my field,” Then, he turned into his metal form for added intimidation. “So, if I learn that someone uses violence as something normal against someone else, it makes me incredibly mad. No matter the perceived reasons, unless he has killed your family or hurt them badly.”

“… Even if.. They are useless?” The term made Colossus feel a chill, as the question was asked by Bakugou.

“I have lived 30 years, and I have seen things you couldn’t believe if I told you. I have yet to see someone useless, Bakugou.” He didn’t add the last time he saw someone say someone else was useless was in the Russian death camp for mutants. However, the young teen didn’t seem too far gone to be dumb and lost like the adults. However, right here and now, he was put on Colossus “To be highly monitored” list. 

“I will warn All-Might to not put you two in the same team or against each other in any exercise. But be warned, I will get to the bottom of this.” 

Katsuki seemed to want to say something, but Colossus’ cold steel stare made him back away. When he was in that state, every X-Men knew Colossus wasn’t to be trifled with, despite being a teddy bear.

“Now, kids, go to your classroom.” He had painting to do to calm himself. Lot of painting.

———————

Aizawa found Colossus who was painting the mountain behind UA, quietly. The underground hero stood briefly struck, as the painting was far from over, but he could feel something from it. Did that man know how to paint, or was he trying to learn a thing or two for Nemuri? At least, he did it properly.

Eraserhead still coughed, to make Colossus notice him, which he did. 

“Oh, hello Eraserhead.” 

“Rasputin. The fuck did you say to Bakugou and Midoriya? Because they didn’t say a word, while before my class, the blond one was as loud as a grenade.” He really wanted the information. If he had doubts about Colossus' teaching style, he didn't have one now.

Colossus stared at him for a second and said, “I put back the pin on him. We don’t need an explosive device in a classroom, unless it is to learn how to deal with a bomb.”

“That is not before the second year, but I have to admit… I am a bit impressed.” Aizawa had to be, since Bakugou was going to talk back to him after attacking Midoriya.

“You have no idea how much I am used to this.”

Aizawa stayed silent for a second…

“That bad ?” Aizawa was used to various form of quirkisms by now, and even he was sometimes guilty of this. He still tried to be careful about it.

“Aizawa. My sister is queen of a literal part of Hell. The one where criminals go when they die,” This made Aizawa freeze for a second, as Colossus continued, while painting. “I have exchanged blows with literal gods, fought an alien emperor and once, I scared a T-Rex. Without turning metal, I might add.” When Aizawa looked at Colossus, he could see a peaceful expression on his face. Colossus said the six words that terrified Aizawa to his bones. “I find this dimension extremely relaxing.”

Aizawa sat down, taking time to think about it and decided to go for the most immediate one.

“Hell exists? Does that mean that…”

“Heaven? Went there once. Very nice place.” 

Aizawa suddenly felt a bit stumped, by everything said by his colleague, as it kind of changed everything he thought. Then, he forced himself to think about what he came up with initially.

“So… What did you say to the kids?”

“I told them I wouldn’t tolerate bullying, in more words,” Colossus explained, while still using his pen to prepare his future painting. “Bakugou seems to believe he is right to think some people are useless. Inferior.” The last word had venom laced in it, and it was clear to Colossus that if he ever met an Aldera teacher, he would have words with them too. Except they would be fist. “I think part of me is actually very disappointed, too.”

This was something unexpected by Aizawa and… an All-Might who came through the door, in his smaller form.

“Disappointed?” Asked a walking skeleton.

“The X-Men are a team, to protect a world that fears us in hope they understand us one day. That’s what my mentor, Professor Xavier used to say. In my world, we know mutants will most likely replace humankind in a few generations. Meanwhile, we had to suffer 2 genocides.” Colossus wasn't looking at them, clearly remembering some... Scenes from his past.

This horrified both men, as they sat, listening to a Colossus, who was still drawing, but his movements seemed harsher.

“Mutants are less protected than others. Sometimes, they are even hunt for sports. FUCK. MY OWN MOTHERLAND HAD DEATH CAMPS. THAT IS WHAT I WAS DESTROYING BEFORE GETTING WARPED HERE.” The pen broke in Colossus’ hand as the rage finally let out for once. “NOW? NOW I AM IN A DIMENSION WHO IS TECHNICALLY FULL OF MUTANTS, WHICH IS EVERYTHING I STOOD AND FOUGHT FOR. AND WHAT DO I SEE ? I SEE IT IS FINE TO CALL SOMEONE WITHOUT A QUIRK, USELESS. I SEE ADULTS NOT SEEING WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH THAT. Because don’t tell me their school missed that,” Both adults could do nothing but nod as Piotr continued, his heart heavy. “That is why I am angry, Aizawa. I have seen too many kids coming to our institute, our haven, with so many injuries… Thankfully, Bakugou is still young. However, it has to be taken care of quickly, to avoid poisoning his mind and heart.” 

All Might sat down by Colossus and put his hand on his shoulder… Nodding. 

“I agree with you. My quirk developed late, but in my time, quirkless were more frequent. However, I still remember how mutant-types were sometimes hunted because of superstition in the most rural part of Japan. How they still are, sometimes. I tried to be there for them but sometimes…”

Colossus smiled at the #1, as Aizawa couldn’t help but think lightly differently of the two men in front of them. They were heavy on the muscle, but apparently, that included the heart, too. Colossus looked at them and smiled quietly.

“… Anyone knows a good bar to drink, maybe?”

“… I can’t because of my stomach.”

“I don’t drink.”

Fuck. At times like this, Colossus missed Logan and his sister.

“Well. Anyway, All-Might…”

“Call me Yagi, please.”

“Fine, Yagi. I hope you got my memo about the two kids.” 

Toshinori nodded. In fact, he came to know why he refused to have the two works together at first, since they seemed rivals. However, considering Colossus’ speech, Toshinori concluded he was lucky to have Nighteye and Nedzu to help him analyze people. Because sometimes, he made baaaaad mistakes. 

Toshinori wasn’t dumb. However, he was tired and pressured by his position. Thank god he had an assistant like Piotr, who seemed to have his heart in the right place. You listened to your assistant, unless they told you to stop heroic activity. 

“… On another note, though, I know Nemuri knows a few bars.” Aizawa pointed out, still shuddering at his friend's alcohol tolerance, completely off the chart. This brought a smile to Colossus… Thought confused. 

“You… Know her?”

“Present Mic, the loud blond guy, her and me are long-time friends.” Aizawa nodded. One reason he was tolerant and let Colossus ask him things was partly because he helped Nemuri after all. “And I will let you know… She is extremely happy to go to the museum with you, but if you have any ill intentions toward her…” Though Aizawa wasn’t going to tell him she was Midnight. Aizawa found that just way too hilarious.

“I just want to have a good friend, Aizawa. I had a terrible break-up only a few weeks ago.”

Informations for Nemuri: She was right on her money about a girl breaking the big guy’s heart. Nonetheless, the two heroes looked at Colossus’ painting, as the big man didn’t want to speak more about it. Maybe later.

“Do… You want to finish it?”

Piotr smiled at the two men.

“Yes, I would like very much that, thank you.”

———————

That night, a lot of people had a weird night. One Katsuki was wondering exactly why the teacher was angry and if Aldera was actually worse than he thought. Izuku wondered exactly what it meant to have a quirk. All-Might increased his contribution to various foundations for mutant and quirkless rights. Aizawa spent some time reading his students' files, to be sure they missed nothing else, wondering if Colossus was doing the same and be painting too. As for Nemuri, she was reading in advance a few articles about the exposition she would go this weekend with Piotr… and understanding, thanks to Aizawa’s intel, it would be a truly friendly date. She didn’t have one of these in years. Maybe it would be a nice change of pace.

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“So, today, students, we have a guest: All-Might’s assistant, mister Rasputin.” 

Colossus was happy to be in an art classroom, and to see everyone’s gaze already seeking how to draw him the best. Piotr knew how he looked, and how useful he was to help people learn anatomy.

“Greetings, young ones.” 

Piotr totally missed a few blushes he caused among more than one woman, and also a few boys who were wondering why they felt hot. 

———————

In another universe, during Iceberg’s support group for LGBTQ+ mutants.

“How did you understand you liked men?”

“I saw professor Rasputin working out topless and…” 

“ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US!” 

———————

“Mister Rasputin agreed to pose for us, and he will be available for questioning after that. He also warned me he reserves his right to leave at the first dirty joke.” Midnight didn’t want to take any risk to know if it was only about her or if the students were included. 

Soon enough, all you could hear was people drawing furiously the man who was posing as if he was a Greek god from Antiquity. All the students eagerly nodded. They didn’t often have such a fine specimen of a Caucasian male to draw. They were going to get the most out of it.

———————

Later that day, for All-Might’s exercise, everyone was surprised to see their assistant teacher in the same suit they met him the other day.

He then explained he wasn’t a hero (yet) according to the local law, and as a result, didn’t have a hero suit. Then he turned into metal and winked at them.

“To be fair, I don’t need a suit, since… Well… It is going to be less durable than my skin.”

Once again, more than a few stares were directed at him, while All Might laughed. Izuku and Katsuki had seen it the day before and were less affected, but both wondered again, how strong exactly was the man.

“Manly…” Kirishima said, while observing the man he wanted as a mentor, being the closest thing he knew from Crimson Riot. 

“Thanks, little one. But being manly isn’t about the muscle. It is about your heart, and your determination to do what is right. Also, nothing to do with being a man. We are using it as a metaphor for good, in this context.” Colossus had enough X-Men PR procedure in mind, he actually said that automatically.

“EXACTLY” All-Might boomed loudly, as he approved Colossus’ words. “A good hero isn’t one who only focuses on beating the enemy, but also worries about citizen safety. That’s why for this exercise, we are going to have the students face each other, by two, heroes vs villains style! But there will be a twist!” 

Everyone waited for the rest… And both teachers simply smiled. 

“You will get briefed once your team enters. Villains will have ten minutes to prepare, and heroes will have a time limit of ten minutes.” All-Might explained, before Colossus added something.

“And you will see how the others did only once you did your own shift. That way… The twist is preserved !”

Chapter Text

Chapter 3 : Colossal Collateral.

In the end, the students could see their team on the screen in front of them. As Colossus and All-Might planned beforehand, they made sure Bakugou and Midoriya wouldn’t be in the same group for the exercise or face each other. Clearly, both of them weren’t ready to fight together or against each other in a good state.

On the screen, the five instances for the Hero Vs Villain exercise were shown. The team on the left would be the villain, tasked to defend the place, the bomb and the mysterious variable the professors refused to talk about.

1. Koda and Hagakure vs Kirishima and Shoji.
2. Aoyama and Jirou vs Kaminari and Ashido.
3. Mineta and Ojiro vs Midoriya and Tokoyami.
4. Sato and Bakugou vs Yaoyorozu and Todoroki.
5. Uraraka and Iida vs Sero and Asui.

For the first fight, Hagakure and Koda did a fine job trying to defend themselves. Koda with his animals had a good network of surveillance and Hagakure with her invisibility allowed her to stalk her enemies and try to take them down. However, while rats were useful and intimidating, well…

“I AM A MAN AND MAN SHOULDN’T BE AFRAID OF MOUSES!”

“There are a few thousands, Kirishima.”

“AND I STAND LIKE A ROCK AGAINST THE CURRENT!”

Meanwhile, Shoji could use his quirk and his own training to stay above the ground, far from Toru and Koda. In addition, thanks to his idea to grow several ears and eyes, the young teen quickly understood what was the added variable and correctly planned with Kirishima how to deal with it.

All in all, All Might and Colossus decided to not penalize Hagakure and Koda, as they tried their best, but between Kirishima being sturdy enough, and Shoji being quite good, they had no truly good way to stop them from defusing the bomb and rescuing the hostage bots.

Both groups were surprised to discover that, but they all understood the idea: the class were future heroes. They would have to deal with this kind of situation, and learn how to not hurt civilians. Koda and Hagakure could have tried to threaten the hostages, but none of them had the heart to do such a cruel thing. Which was something that earned points in their teachers’ eyes.

However, the debriefing also caused a desk to fly through the windows once the teens were out. Astonishingly enough, it wasn’t Colossus who threw it, but All Might: Both had asked Hagakure why she didn’t hide with the rats to better attack her enemies, and both heroes were extremely angry to learn she did her exercise in a less than appropriate suit.

Colossus had a weird flashback, remembering the time his own suit was just a brief. Yes, he was proud of his body and liked to pose for a naked painting (he knew he was a perfect model for muscle). That didn’t mean he was fine with such a thing, especially as he suffered from it. Both teachers resolved to have a serious discussion with the designers. Especially as they already had some issues with Momo’s suit.

———————

The design team suddenly felt their sins crawling on their back, as Mei was playing Megalovania, constructing some weird laser beam emitter. Why did it look like a skull smiling sinisterly at them?

Also, why suddenly they also felt they shouldn’t have hacked Power Loader’s computer to override his refusal for their costume ideas?

———————

The second fight was less one-sided, but not by much. Using Jirou’s intel, Aoyama managed to shoot at Ashido and Kaminari very precise attacks, forcing them to stay hidden and crawl slowly to not get hurt by the coming blows.

Knowing to use when time was on your side was an excellent skill, and Jirou had been impressed by Aoyama’s tactical skill. Behind the pretty boy and the sparkles, was still a Frenchman who loved wargames. As a result, the blond boy loved very much to play Sniper Elite with his opponents…And he was very good for the headshot.

Kaminari and Ashido managed to progress well in the building though, thanks to Mina’s acid, while Kaminari used his electrical sense to try to detect ahead of them which rooms had electricity and was the most likely to contain either enemies or the bomb. Still, Aoyama hit-and-run tactic allowed him to do some attacks and run before his stomach acted up.

Kaminari and Ashido were tired and beaten up when they finally discovered the bomb room, only to see Jirou and Aoyama in battle stance in front of it… Before the teachers said time was up.

Colossus explained to the two heroes their tactic was sound… In a situation where they could afford to lose time. All-Might joined him on it: While heroes should make sure they stay fine, to not become a liability on the field, they should also learn when to take such risks. Being bold and brave… But not idiotic and rushing like a Jenkins.

However, Colossus liked what Kaminari tried to do, seeking his enemy. He advised him to train himself on that, and try to find a ranged attack. All Might and him showed that a close combat fighter should always have such an option in their inventory. Otherwise, he was indeed powerful and when pressured, knew to not show off. It was important considering the downside of his quirk.

As for Ashido… The girl was good, honestly speaking. She had a good grasp of her quirk, and knew how to use it smartly. Her issue was mainly power to melt things faster and produce more acid. Maybe she should train that and learn more on the various liquids she could produce.

Then, the eight kids from the previous exercise waited with quite impatience for the new showdown. While Mineta didn’t have many friends among the girls in the classroom (to not say none), the boys knew the little guy was actually smart when he needed to. Meanwhile, there was also Midoriya on the opposite side, and Colossus quickly spotted something weird. Why was All-Might suddenly more tense? 

As it was already said, Colossus was an accomplished painter aside from an accomplished hero. As a result, he was used to detect if his models were uncomfortable, or to see in their posture details from their past they thought hidden, details he would use in his paintings to describe their soul, naked.

So, when Colossus was observing the #1 hero of this world, he noted several feelings the man had for the young kid. Hope, and fear apparently for his well-being. Usually, Colossus wouldn’t have paid much attention to that, as Midoriya needed special care with his quirk, but something just ticked off. 

He would need to investigate more about it later.

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“Ojiro? How used are you to stealth?” Mineta asked, because to elaborate a plan, he needed to learn with what he could work. For now, all they had was an empty building, a bomb to hide (thought it was big and quite hard to move) and more importantly, five hostage bots. A nice addition, as it gave them a bit of an advantage. Conveniently placed, hostages meant the heroes couldn’t brute-force their way inside. 

Not waiting for Ojiro to answer, as they had little time to chat, Mineta began taping the bots to the walls with his balls. 

“I am quite good actually. My family is from an old lineage of ninja and ninjutsu is still a thing!” Tail-Man was happy to have the opportunity to shine in such an environment. People always liked people like Endeavor who could flashy moves but he was more a Miruko fan. Not, not because she had a killer body (well, actually, a bit. He was still a teen after all) but because Miruko could fight in a much more constrained environment than Endeavor and many heavies. The hero world needed people who could do specialized takedown like him, or even Edgeshot.

Mineta agreed with him on that idea, and both of them were going to show how hard it was to fight against smart people and quirks like them.

“WE WILL WIN THIS!” Both boys yelled. Yes, Mineta was too pervy for many people… But his motivation to be a hero despite an unlucky appearance and a seemingly weak quirk was nothing to scoff at.

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In front of the building, Izuku was with the bird boy of darkness, adjusting his gauntlet. He wouldn’t be able to use One For All (too much) for this exercise. Only in a way that wouldn’t endanger the structure. Doing a punch that would blow away several floors was out of question as a result. However, he wasn’t alone in this, as he had a teammate.

“So, Izuku… I propose we use my quirk to check discreetly as we advance.”

“Do you think Dark Shadow can absorb Mineta’s ball?”

“Of course I can! I mean, technically I can eat anything in contact with me and stock it for later. It can slow me, but it can’t stop me.”

“So the real issue is.. Ojiro.” Both kids knew that. Yes, Ojiro wasn’t the most remarkable person in the classroom, but it was known he was probably the most martial-art oriented in the classroom. Besides, his tail was incredibly powerful and fast. Without One For All, Izuku knew he was going to be toast in a fair 1v1. 

And knowing Mineta, it was a foregone conclusion that it would not be in Izuku’s favor.

Tokoyami thought for a moment, before smiling (as much as his face allowed him to). 

“I think I might have an idea for the recoil, though. It can probably give you one free punch.” 

“Toko… I know what you are thinking and I don’t like that idea. Like, not at all. Just because I can take it doesn’t mean it is a nice sensation.”

Izuku was puzzled, but when he heard the idea, he smiled. Yep, that, he could do it! Especially if it allowed him to not turn a friend into a splash of tomatoes against the wall. However, they would have to use that opportunity wisely.

Besides, the ninth bearer had a move idea thanks to Raspoutine-sensei and when he thought about it, it was dumb he didn’t think about it earlier.

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In the observation room, everyone observed, very focused. After all, it had some tension to see the two teams progressing in the shadow as they did. Mineta with Ojiro tried to avoid direct confrontation for now, and just laid around a few balls. He still had his issue of bleeding from the head if he used too much of his hair, and as a result, used them very  carefully, and mainly to trap some doors. Why play either brutally or the clock, when you could do both ? 

Besides, Ojiro was strong and agile enough to run while holding the small teen in his tail. For once, Mineta’s body was an edge, as it allowed them to travel faster than they should. 

However, the exercise proved to be a good opportunity for Izuku and Tokoyami to practice their skill at breaking locked doors, as they progressed in the building.

Mineta sighed, as clearly, their opponent didn’t relax for a second, despite the various doors  with no trap or ambush. Both of them treated the exercise very seriously, just like Ojiro and him. At this rhythm, they would have to fight sooner than what he would have liked. 

Tokoyami was a force to fear, in their current environment : a lot of shadow to empower his quirk. As for Izuku, both of them deemed him as the lesser threat. For now, all they knew was he didn’t have a lot of control on his quirk, despite a few sessions to train himself. Considering Izuku’s personality and the fact he would rather break his bones than break All-Might’s rules, it was fairly certain he wouldn’t use his quirk inside, especially as it would blow up part of the building and if he was unlucky, the hostages too.

Both of them knew their role for the upcoming battle. Mineta would have to deal with Izuku, while Ojiro would deal with Tokoyami.

Or at least that was the plan until they saw Izuku, both of his arms clad in darkness, and who slapped both of his hands against each other.

“Russia Smash !”

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“... Did he name that move after me?” Colossus asked, as he saw the young kid reproducing a sonic clap, both arms shrouded by Dark Shadow who clearly yelped in pain, going back to Tokoyami. 

All-Might nodded back, with a knowing smile. Izuku had an idea right there that All-might didn’t have before. All-Might’s problem with One For All had never been to control how much he could use it, but how to use it in various ways. As a result, most of David Shield’s project to make a gauntlet that could withstand his strength failed, but Izuku had the good idea to use his friend’s quirk as an energy compensator. 

The results were there though. The wind slapped both villain students, projecting them against the wall thanks to the air pressure… And Izuku's arms weren’t broken apparently. Though considering his pained smile, it was probably not that far. 

All Might smiled. Maybe he should give a call back to David to see if he could help with that. Until Izuku knew how to use his quirk perfectly, some support gears would be nice. 

After all, Izuku wasn’t him, and he shouldn’t have to follow All-Might’s way of doing things.

—------------

“YEAH! THAT ONE WAS A MANLY ATTACK!” You get no cookie for guessing who said that.

“I have to admit this was a bold move from Izuku, though it makes sense. I did a few tests like that when I wanted to lessen my output and make a smaller bolt instead of the giga discharge,” Kaminari explained, while showing some insulated part of his suit. “It allows me to not burn myself and to lessen how much power I emit.”

“Indeed, a wonderful tactic, but I think the match isn’t finished yet,” The french finally spoke with a smile. “I see that Mineta is as ready to surrender than a French!” 

“Mineta is ready to surrender unconditionally then?” Mina said with a sly smile, before Yuga turned to her.

“Mina, dear, I appreciate you. However, the “French surrender” is UN PUTAIN DE MEME DE MES DEUX. LE JAPON A PERDU PLUS DE GUERRE QUE LA FRANCE!” Yuga actually yelled the last part. He was proud of being of mixed blood, but seriously, he never understood why people were making the “French always surrender” joke, when it is historically speaking the country with the most won wars in the world, and it needed most of the time all of Europe banding together to defeat them. 

Anyways, the silence went back quickly in the room, as the fight went on. Especially as Yuga correctly guessed that Mineta and Ojiro weren’t ready to be done yet. After all, the shockwave wasn’t strong enough to destroy the wall. It was unlikely it was enough to knock them out.

“Mineta… I think I have taken some damage.” Ojiro said, as he slapped his tail on the floor. It cushioned him during the impact after all.

“And you want to surrender?” Mineta quipped, while he got up from too, ready to fight. One side effect of having ball hair was it was a very effective helmet.

“AH! Fuck no!” Ojiro smiled and bumped fist with the little man. “I take Tokoyami.” 

“I will take Midoriya.” Mineta said. 

—------------

“... Mineta against Izuku? That’s not even a fair fight!” Toru said, though no one could truly understand her emotion, she didn’t have her gloves on. However, her tone indicated she would love the fight.

“More than you might think. Izuku is impressive even without his quirk, but clearly he is hurt from his own attack. Meanwhile, Mineta isn’t that bad and he still has his quirk. If he traps Izuku, the match is done.” Jirou didn’t like the perv, but she was fair about everyone’s skills. They all managed to pass the entrance exam after all.

“And as for Tokoyami and Ojiro?” 

“I bet on Ojiro. HE IS MANLY! And more seriously, I asked him to teach me some moves because that dude is skilled and ripped!” Kirishima answered. Mina nodded, trusting Kirishima blindly in that department. 

—----------

Had Aizawa been there, he would have used that exercise to explain the difference between a cop and a hero. Both were representatives of order and justice, arresting criminals. They both had the privilege of violence to do so but the main difference was the “weapon”. Heroes had their quirk, which varied a lot, while cops were a more standard force. As a result, because quirks could be really different from one person to another, making units was difficult and most governments preferred to make a whole branch aside from the police force. Allowing merchandising also allowed most states to not pay that much heroes, and more lobbying and money. 

In the end, though, it didn’t mean heroes were better than cops. It simply meant their weapons were different. Vigilantism as a result was dealt harshly because it meant using something possibly as strong as a gun without any supervision or training, which was a recipe for disaster. 

A quirked person fighting a quirkless person was theoretically speaking with an advantage. However, there was something people needed to know about weapons vs barehanded. The number of movements required to hit. 

Mineta, to attack with his balls, had to do three movements : pick up a ball, aim, throw. 

Izuku, to kick Mineta, only had one movement: kick. 

This was also the reason why the knife was stronger than the gun in close range: the gunman would have to draw, aim and shoot while the knife guy would just slash. 

Which is what happened. Izuku knew that his arms, while not broken, were in a bad state. Also, All-Might and Raspoutine told him clearly that ending the exercise with broken bones would mean a failing grade and Izuku wouldn’t allow himself to disappoint his mentor. 

While he understood now that breaking his fingers rather than his whole arm was not the best idea, the concept had its merits. As Katsuki said, he should analyze more how he acted, not how the others acted. 

Legs were still part of his body, and his legs were quite fine and powerful. So, he sprinted, and kicked Mineta in the face, Mineta being still in the aim phase. 

However, quickly, Izuku had an issue that stopped him from finishing Mineta right there and now. Namely, Mineta managed to put a ball on Izuku’s feet, sticking him on the ground.

The small teen quickly seized that moment to painfully get back on his foot. Even the girls had to admit that Mineta, for all his fault, was quite determined, even if he was barely holding his tears of pain and fear. But as Kirishima said to them… “Being brave doesn’t mean not knowing fear. It means acknowledging them and still acting.” 

Izuku had to protect his legs from more balls thrown, with his arms.

Meanwhile, Ojiro was having the time of his life, using the beams on the ceiling and the shadow to get a quick and powerful hit against Tokoyami. As he suspected it, while Dark Shadow was impressively strong, his user wasn’t the best at close combat. So, Ojiro had to lure the shadow far from Tokoyami, before closing the distance hit him. 

So basically, both matches seemed to be a tie, which was to the villains’ advantage. That is, until Izuku had a brilliant idea. He ran without the shoe stuck on the ground, toward the bomb. He didn’t want to lose. He also knew that Mineta was smart enough to not engage him, and instead he would go for the easy solution: trap his legs. Hence why Izuku used his arms as his shield to protect his legs and sprint toward the bomb.

“Ojiro! STOP HIM!” Mineta yelled, knowing they wouldn’t have another opportunity. Sadly for them, Tokoyami was quick on the uptake and with Dark Shadow, blocked the path for the tailed man. 

“NOT ON MY WATCH!” 

—----------

When the two teams meet the teachers, Colossus in his metal form and All Might smiled at them. 

“Congratulations. You actually managed a tie. Midoriya touched the bomb at the literal last second.” The metal man explained to Mineta and Ojiro, who suddenly perked up. They didn’t think they actually managed that.

“Wait, we did it?” Ojiro wanted to be sure, as he gave it his all… And All-Might gave them a thumb-up.

“Indeed ! Excellent tactics and good thinking on your side! Had Midoriya less motivated, you would have won easily. Nice work on the ball trapping, Mineta.”

The young hero then fell down, completely exhausted, and some blood coming from his crane. After all, all quirk exerted a toll on the body, and this wasn’t an exception. 

“... Anyway, both side, excellent work. Still, Midoriya and Tokoyami, nice thinking for the preemptive attack. The way you managed to lessen the impact was well thought.” 

—---------

Then came the real problematic match. The one All-Might and Colossus actually both feared. Bakugou and Sato Vs Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. 

All Might agreed to let Colossus actually be on site, discreetly, simply because he was more durable than him. If needed he could stop the fight. Hopefully, they wouldn’t need to.

They actually had to stop the exercise quickly, and Bakugou was sent to the infirmary. 

—---------

Todoroki had opened with an attack that technically, was going to get him a failed mark from the get go. Sure, his attack didn’t destroy the building. However, icing the whole building from the get go without even wondering what was the additional difficulty… Well Momo had a good reason to yell at him when he did that. 

All-Might actually decided she would get a passing mark, because her first theory was hostages, added to spice up the exercise.

Besides, the attack wasn't even that effective against Sato who simply pulled himself on a beam and Katsuki, who jumped on one too.

No, the main issue was that the attack killed the hostage bot, which… Well it meant hostages were now useless. 

“WHAT IS THIS FUCKER DOING ?! DID HE NOT LISTEN TO THE TEACHERS?!”

“I think I will go with ‘no’ and… Well, I guess I will leave you against him? While I take down Yaoyorozu?" 

Katsuki sighed, and was half wanting to agree because it was the smart thing to do, and half wanting to yell again because it was the obvious thing to do. Then, he remembered the discussion he had with the big metal teacher the other day and how he should actually think about his attitude… Especially as it could impact his scholarship. 

“Yes. I will make sure to teach Todoroki a lesson or two. Well, since the bots are down, there is no true reason to stay here.” 

Sato nodded, before pulling some candies from his suits.

“How about we pay them a beating?” 

Katsuki actually smiled at the Sugar Man. Now he was speaking his language! 

—---------------

The issue with the boys’ plan was literally Shouto’s lack of restraint. As in apparently, to Colossus and All-Might’s surprise, his to-go method was “Do a massive attack first, think maybe after”. 

Katsuki managed to block the attack in the corridor by blasting through it, but Sato almost went down because of it.

“BIG LIP! I will handle Ice Cream, go deal with Ponytail!”

By which he meant “Go through one of the rooms on the side to pincer them.”

Fortunately, Sato waited before eating the candies, and was still smart when Katsuki issued his orders. While he was encased in ice up until his belly, he still had his arms free and his candies. 

The following sequence could have been a Popeye cartoon, as he freed himself from the ice, just like that, before doing what they convened to do. 

Katsuki was facing Shouto in the corridor, a mad smile on his face.

“Hoy, Rich boy! I am going to make you use your full strength against me!” Katsuki taunted Todoroki, with a “come at me” sign. Todoroki groaned, as for him, Katsuki was all bark, no teeth. Then Todoroki saw Katsuki pulling a pin on his arm. “Don’t worry, I know how to fully use my quirk, I!”

“Iceberg Spike” Todoroki said as an answer, and then ice fought explosions

—------------

“The funny thing is, X-Men had a more violent training than that.” Colossus mentioned to All-Might through the earpiece.

“Seriously? How so?”

“Let’s say that the main training room was named The Danger Room and one day its AI became sentient. It was that bad.” Piotr explained, shuddering at the mere memory of that time.

—--------------

However, at one point in their battle, something that no one saw coming. From what Colossus could understand, Katsuki, during the fight, sweated a lot. He also continuously annoyed Shouto, taunting him to use his fire. 

Then, both kids discovered that fire and nitroglycerin wasn’t a good idea, in hindsight. To be fair, usually, Katsuki had his grenade gauntlet to stock the sweat, to avoid that issue. However, at one point in the fight, Shouto had the great idea to freeze them, to ice the sweat in it, and therefore stopping Katsuki from forming more explosions. Of course, the blonde one quickly released the gauntlet to go on his fight and try to put down Todoroki by getting into close combat against him.

The issue came when Katsuki actually managed that and got a really powerful punch in Shouto’s gut and said the wrong thing.

“So what, pretty boy? Daddy never taught you how to fight or use your fire I guess?” 

To be fair, Katsuki was pissed at Shouto for the same reason he had been against Izuku during the Quirk apprehension test. Who the fuck tried to be a hero without using all of their abilities ?! It was an insult to everyone who tried their best, and it included him.

The issue here was that Shouto was determined to be the best without using anything Endeavor taught him. The taunt came at the wrong time and in his anger, actually unleashed some fire from his arm.

Thankfully, because Colossus was actually nearby, he managed to grab Katsuki and avoided the blond boy getting slammed into a wall. However, his arms were in a sorry state, clearly.

“Exercise STOP!” The teacher yelled, while groaning a bit later. He used his own body as a shock absorber to protect Katsuki, but it had hurt a bit, especially as he used his human form to do that. “Todoroki, we are going to have words about how you use your quirk. Bakugou, I hope this will also serve you as a lesson that you don’t taunt an enemy that can hurt you. It is a good idea only in manga, comics or when you have an actual plan to follow through.” 

Seriously, wasn’t the boy supposed to have been trained by his dad, the #2, according to All-Might? Another person who would have a parent-teacher meeting, clearly. Because… How Todoroki reacted clearly showed to Colossus that his first impression about the emotionless boy was right. 

Something was wrong in the Todoroki’s household. Why did he feel it was going to be as fucked up as with Warren’s family? 

—-----------

“What do you mean, I failed the exercise?” Todoroki was surprised while All-Might did the debrief alone in the control room.

“You killed the hostages, and badly hurt a comrade, Todoroki. Collateral damage is a thing. While you have a strong and powerful quirk, you have as much control on it as Midoriya on his quirk.” All-Might explained calmly. “Except your lack of control endangers others, not you… Well, for now. Because you have cold resistance, not cold immunity. Frostbite is still a thing.” 

Momo sighed. She had hoped for an easy win, being paired with the other recommendation students, but Shouto ignored literally every idea she had, and as a result, she was forced to face Sato alone. Not the best match-up for her, seriously.

“On the side note, Yaoyoruzu, why is your suit that revealing?” All Might expected the answer, but he wanted to be sure.

“... The design team gave me that, explaining it was working better with my quirk and not ripping the fabric apart?” 

“... DNA suit is a thing, and considering your family, money isn’t an issue. Raspoutine and I will have words with them later. Expect a new and better suit.” All-Might wondered suddenly why he tought that being a teacher would be calmer than being a hero.

—-----------

The last fight was actually not a fight, and All-Might could do the debrief for everyone alone, while Colossus brought Katsuki to the infirmary. Mainly because unlike All-Might, he didn’t fear Recovery Girl. 

Sero and Asui went the full stealth route and used their complementary quirk to stay in the shadow to disable the bomb. Nothing much to add there, but when All-Might and Raspoutine meet again, in Raspoutine’s atelier both of them had a very concerned look.

“So… Who goes to have a meeting with Endeavor, who goes to have words with the Design team?” All-Might opened, while Raspoutine was groaning… Before he checked something on his phone.

“Well, from what I see on the Internet, Endeavor is not your biggest fan. You criticizing his educational method would only bring more oil on the fire. Besides, worst case scenario, he can’t hurt me.” Colossus said. Yes, once someone almost melted him. It was people who could go way hotter than Endeavor thought. However, from what he could see from Herotube, Endeavor was actually highly competent at focused fire technique, and he was highly concerned with civilians. Why the hell his son wasn’t?

“So, I get to deal with the support team… It is okay, I was going to speak with Power Loader about a project to help Midoriya with his quirk too.” Having some of the Support Class working with Melissa could bring some interesting results after all. It wasn’t an excuse to speak with his unofficial niece. 

Colossus nodded, before going back to his painting. Seriously, he couldn’t wait to finally destress a bit with Nemuri this weekend at the gallery.

Chapter Text

Chapter 4 : Colossal Conversation.

Endeavor was a busy man. As the Big Blond Oaf’s activity went on the decline with his new job, it ended up creating more work for him to pick up. Yes, surprise, as Endeavor kept saying, they couldn’t keep AllMight as the only Pillar of the country’s peace! 

As a result, the #2 barely had a minute for himself to think about his family and his house. So, when his son’s assistant teacher asked for a meeting, Endeavor groaned, before checking his agenda. To him, Shouto’s education was the most important, but he had prior engagements. The “not easy to cancel” kind, such as helping the police raid a CRC location where they hoped to catch some of their leaders. It had a limited time-frame and he couldn’t kindly ask the terrorist organization to come later.

Thankfully, the assistant teacher seemed to empathize with his work, and both of them managed to find a moment during the earlier part of the Saturday.

The Todoroki’s household were quite surprised to see a man as tall and even larger than their father standing in front of him. Caucasian, with his traits close to some American heroes.

“Mr Raspoutine, I guess?” Endeavor asked, though he knew the answer. Nedzu vouched for the man, and Endeavor had total trust in his foster father. So, even if the man seemed to have no past before his appearance in a police report, Endeavor agreed to meet him in his house.

Piotr was in a sports suit, as the solution they managed to find to meet each other was for Piotr to serve as a sparring partner with Endeavor. He beamed at Endeavor, and shook his hand.

“Greetings, Mr Todoroki.” 

The two men shook each other's hands, to appraise the other. Colossus felt the hand of a man that probably spent the most of his day in the field or training. Logan had the same hands. On the other side, Endeavor felt a certain dexterity with Colossus’ powerful handshake. Nedzu clearly chose someone that was a powerful bruiser, but with a certain dexterity.

Then, Piotr saw the Todoroki younglings watching them from the windows and made them a small sign. Quickly, they all disappeared from the window, but it was amusing to him.

The first thing that hit Colossus when they entered the house was… The atmosphere. It felt cold. Few pictures, if none at all. The place felt more like a mausoleum than a true house… And even the few pictures they had, were placed in a place where clearly, Endeavor wouldn’t have to see them. 

The only exception was probably the altar, with the picture of a young child with white hair and a huge smile. Incense was burning, showing there was still a service for him. Pain, mourning…

Colossus was indeed in an emotional minefield. Luckily for him, he was heavily armored. The two strong men stood in front of each other in the room, where Colossus quickly spotted various equipment, most of them used, clearly… And most of them are too small for Endeavor.

“So, I take it this is the room where you train your children?” Colossus was always up for some chit chat, but it was also a parent-teacher meeting. Endeavor wasn’t escaping the discussion.

“Only Shouto. Natsuo and Fuyumi have no interest in being heroes, and I respect their choice.” Endeavor said, before attacking by surprise Colossus with a power fire-propelled punch. The hit connected with the Russian's jaw, and Enji let out a gasp of pain.

Colossus’ transformation was instantaneous, as most people discovered, and Piotr was proud of his reaction speed. As a result, Enji, despite his surprise attack, just punched powerfully a skin that could tank the Hulk himself.

“You need to hold back punching me, Mr Todoroki. I can get punched by a Detroit Smash in this form and not feel it.” Colossus said with a smile, before taking a tennis ball and throwing it on Endeavor, with half his strength. He didn’t want to kill his sparring partner after all.

To Endeavor’s credit, he managed to dodge the ball that left a mark on the wall, going at six times the speed a baseball pitcher could manage.

“It seems you can actually provide sparring,” Enji said, as he flared a bit more his quirk, “Also, I am happy to see another fighter teaching with AllMight.” 

Colossus answered Enji's fireball with another tennis ball at the man. It was going to be a strange fight… But at least, if Endeavor was someone respecting strength, he would quickly learn to respect Colossus.

—--------------------

Majima faced deadly threats on a daily basis. Nedzu’s insane demands, maintaining giant robots, making new firewalls for their servers, and of course, Mei now.

This was the only reason why he wasn’t fainting when an angry AllMight came to him, with a pair of gloves, and a very skimpy suit that was way too revealing.

“Majima? What the fuck ARE THESE?” 

AllMight’s voice actually made the room shake a bit and Majima looked at what All-Might brought him. 

“Gloves and a stripper suit, I guess?” 

“This is what your department gave to two of my students!” 

Majima did a double take, as Mei’s Dark Souls music grew louder in the background.

Power Loader was dealing with a crisis on an hourly basis, and as a result, he had nerves of steel. It was with a calm voice he asked…

“Please. Don’t tell me the gloves are the only thing covering the student.” 

AllMight’s angry stare was enough of an answer. Majima calmly asked the next question, with a voice that was colder than Rei’s ice.

“Tell me it isn’t the invisible girl. Because she needed a DNA suit and I supervised the making myself… So, if her suit was tempered with, I would be incredibly angry.” 

Power Loader was a proud craftsman. He was proud of what he was making, and DNA suits were far too advanced for new students. Usually, they paired the support class with the equivalent heroic class, so they could get their own support/hero. It was a pair, built on trust and need.

Right now, it meant that one or more students ignored his speech and decided to act wild. Mei sometimes did that, but she compensated for the issue with pure, raw talent… Not to mention the fact she was actually making stuff that actually helped the person.

“She was naked the whole exercise.” 

Usually, that kind of comment would have made some of the boys snickers. However, between AllMight being actually angry, Majima being furious and Mei casually loading what looked like a shotgun, with an eerie smile, the culprits were actually considering if they didn’t fuck up big time. Also, the song in the background was Gwyn’s theme, a tragic song for people who made a tragic mistake.

Majima stood up, and spoke quietly, despite his anger.

“Students. As you may know, I am not like Eraserhead, who is known as trigger happy with the expulsions. I am proud to say, I am here to help people grow and learn. However, mark my words: 

When I will discover who tempered with the suits, they will get expelled. If they don’t denounce themselves by the end of the day, I will make sure they can’t work in this field either. What they did is endanger two people, probably because they thought it was funny.

It isn’t. I can tolerate when you make things go boom, because that’s how you learn things. I can tolerate mistakes, because that’s how you learn to not repeat them. You are here to learn. 

But our role is to protect, and help our client. They trust us. AND YOU BROKE THAT TRUST.

I will have the name of the culprit by the end of the day, so don’t make mistake. My proposition to not black list you is pure kindness because you are dumb teens. Let’s see if you are hopeless or not.”

Powerloader turned toward All Might and bowed.

“I will make sure to deliver personally the real suits to both teens, with my apologies.” 

AllMight nodded, and added…

“On a better note. One student, Izuku, will need some special gear. His quirk allows him to unleash strength on par with mine. However, he would need to have things to not hurt his body. I have contacted David Shield, and he is ready to work with us.” 

Now, that was a good project, and a better thing to motivate the classroom to work professionally!

His only worry was Mei who heard them and was laughing maniacally.

—-------------

Shouto, Fuyumi and Natsuo were now watching the two grown men fighting. If Shouto thought Colossus was a nagger when he failed him with AllMight, Canada boy was forced to recognize he was actually strong enough to force his father to stay in the defensive stance. 

Unsurprisingly for people working with kids, the younger generation of Todoroki could also perfectly hear the situation, as children are like raptors when two adults will have an awkward discussion. You can be sure they will be there, in the most unexpected place.

Currently, it means in the fake ceiling so they had a very good view from above of the fight.

“Impressive, Mr Todoroki, your accuracy and your mastery is probably the best I have ever seen!” Colossus complimented, as Enji actually had a smile, the one when you were fighting a worthy opponent. It was actually the truth… For a fire user. Sunspot and the Torch were more “person of mass destruction” rather than Scott’s highly precise and versatile beams.

“I shall say the same. I have heard about you, but clearly, the rumors weren’t doing you any justice. Are you sure you prefer to work as a teacher? I might find you a place in my agency.” 

To be fair, having an nigh-invulnerable sidekick would be incredibly useful, especially as it was clear Colossus was going easy too. A stupid example: he used tennis balls, but Endeavor was sure he would not like the impact. What if he used baseballs?

Not to mention the fact was clearly trained for hand to hand combat too. Endeavor wouldn’t want to be in close range against him… In fact, Endeavor was serious in his proposition. Sure, he knew Colossus technically didn’t have a hero license. However, Endeavor was #2 and as such had a lot of political power among the HPSC. Telling them to make one for Colossus would take him… One hour? At best?

“Sorry. I prefer my current job. However, I am surprised to see the difference between you, and your son. Your attacks are extremely precise and focused. Meanwhile your son managed to score a full penalty score by doing so much collateral damage he almost broke another student’s arms permanently. Before you ask, the other student is your son’s rival for the spot of strongest in the classroom.”  

This stopped Enji and Shouto was starred by his brother and sister. He simply whispered one thing, “Accident”.

“...Come again?” Enji needed to know what happened, and he depowered the flame, “Is the child okay?” Due to his past and how his… Genitor… acted, Endeavor made a serious point to avoid as many deaths as possible with his quirk. His body count was the lowest of the top 10, All-Might aside, and everyone admitted the only time he killed, it was in a situation where civilians were endangered. It was them or the criminal. It was never an easy decision.

“Don’t worry, Recovery Girl already took care of him. However, your son also refused to use his fire side until he got taunted one too many times and… It went badly.” Piotr explained, while stopping his attacks. It would be unfair to get Endeavor while he was thinking about what to say after all.

Interestingly, Colossus noted Enji’s reaction. Fear. Lots and lots of fear. Could he press on a bit? Clearly, the subject was a big one for his opponent. It could help Colossus unravel a bit of the big picture.

“... Honestly, my biggest fear is that your son hurt others by accident… And himself.” 

“HE WON’T HURT HIMSELF TOO!” Endeavor yelled from the depth of his soul, fire coming from all over his body, but in front of him was one of the few men that didn’t care about it. Even if fire came from all of Enji’s face, giving him a heat aura that was reverberating the air around him, a sign of his profound and powerful anger and worry, for Colossus, this was barely even making him sweat..

However, the reaction was… interesting. Colossus knew he found Endeavor’s weak point, being his stern attitude.

“Too?” Colossus repeated, interested. It was an angry but also scared father, a very worried father. One alone and clearly, while he was a good fighter, and probably a good hero… For Shouto, his father’s subject was a touchy one. So, Endeavor was probably not the best father. That happened more often than not. Even if Charles was one of the greatest men Colossus knew, he also knew Charles wasn’t the best dad for Legion. Let’s not even go near Logan and Daken.

“...” Endeavor sighed before sitting down, thinking about the situation for five seconds, before relenting, “Nedzu will tell you everything anyway if you ask him…” After all, his adoptive father knew it all, “Shouto’s eldest brother… Burned away in a Trigger Accident.”

Colossus sat down in front of the man, and nodded. He didn’t know what was a Trigger accident but he felt it was something even more saddening for Enji. The man probably had to be strong at all times, in all circumstances. When people saw a hero collapse, society shook. He still remembered the Civil War.

“Condoleance, it is always hard to lose someone that way.” Piotr could very well have empathy as his secondary mutation, as he knew the right word to say, knowing it was the moment to create a trusting relationship. Also, he indeed knew how it felt to lose his family tragically.

“You lost someone too?” Enji asked, though it was more a rhetorical question than anything else.

“An evil scientist thought it was fun to make my family kill themselves.” Colossus stated coldly. Endeavor looked at the man and he sighed. That… That was the face of a man who saw too many things. Just like him.

“Touya… Was determined to be a hero. I trained him to be one too. However, his quirk was too strong for his body, and I stopped training him.” To protect him, it went unsaid. However, Colossus was having a picture of the situation, considering Enji’s communication skills.

“Let me guess. He didn’t take it kindly and tried to kill his brother, hence why he has a burned mark on his face?” Piotr was more used to fratricide than most people should be. He only had to think about Xavier’s family, Cyclope’s or sadly… His own. Both Magik and Mikhail, in very bad places, tried to kill him after all. This story was all too common for the giant russian. 

However, Enji managed to surprise everyone listening to the discussion.

“No, I actually stopped those. I don’t think Shouto and the others remember them. When he saw Shouto’s hair, he guessed correctly that his brother had perfectly inherited both my wife and my quirk.“

The siblings did a double take. Touya did what?! They didn’t remember that! Fuyumi and Natsuo remembered him as a bit too enthusiastic with fire after all… And him being hit by Endeavor, before Rei and him yelling at each other.

However, Fuyumi… Fuyumi remembered that clearly. Every time there was such a thing, Shouto had been close to being burned by mistake.

Because, surely, it could only be an accident, right?

“Hmm so… Touya got jealous, and he tried to prove he was the strongest, using drugs to empower himself.” Colossus guessed. He wasn’t the brightest of the X-men, but he was very used to tragic stories.

Endeavor sadly nodded in front of the strong man, who clearly knew how it felt.

“Between that and the fact I had to play the role of the bad parent, because my wife was too soft… It drove a rift between us. I buried myself in my work, and didn’t see my wife’s mental health declining. I think she saw Touya’s face going the wrong way when she poured boiling water on Shouto’s. Ironically, if she did nothing else, there would have been no mark but…”

“Ice on a hot skin?” Colossus was russian. He knew about that kind of wound, as his mom told him very young to not use ice if he got burned. Endeavor confirmed by nodding. Rookie mistake.

“As a result, I am training Shouto so he would be the best hero possible but also…”

“So he wouldn’t kill himself accidentally like his brother.” Colossus stated, openly.

Both men stayed silent.

“Did you actually explain that to Shouto?” Colossus had to ask the question. This actually surprised everyone, but in retrospect, he had too. He was beginning to get a good picture of who Enji was, and clearly, his communication skills were below Beast or even, god forbid, Laura.

“...What ?” Endeavor was disturbed by the question, as for him, it was the only reason possible for what he was doing. For what reason would he be so harsh?! He didn’t get off hitting his kid!

“I am not saying to explain to him the whole “your brother tried to kill you”. I am talking about everything else.” Colossus knew that dropping the whole backstory would be a tad too much for everyone, and clearly… Endeavor had less communication skills than Wolverine. Wait, no, that was harsh with Logan, as he was a wonderful paternal figure for Laura, Jubilee and Kitty.

“I told him he needed to use his fire to be the next number 1! Otherwise, he would freeze himself!” Enji yelled, while a part of him was correcting him. Did he really say that?

“Did you? Exactly like that?” Colossus pointed out, knowing the answer.

Endeavor didn’t know how to answer that… Colossus sighed and he added.

“Do you do any activities with your children? Besides training?” 

“...I…” Enji couldn’t, for the love of his family, answer. Because he didn’t, buried in his work.

“Mr Todoroki. I know you are a lone man trying to raise several children. But in the same way, the kids look up to you to raise them. If you don’t try to talk to them, you won’t be able to reach them.” 

Endeavor smashed the ground, angry, hurting his fist against the ground, almost breaking his bones. However, he was feeling too many things to feel the pain.

“But how?! How and when do I find the time to do that?!” 

He was the #2! It was out of question he would do like everyone else, and drop everything on AllMight’s shoulders! He was a Pillar!

“... Maybe you should ask your sidekicks to work more on their own? Promote them? From what I gather, they are quite good. Think about it… Would they be disappointed if you were to take some time for your family?” 

Endeavor clearly saw Burnin telling him to go home, see his children. He remembered some of his senior sidekicks actually asking for more responsibilities and a better paycheck. Colossus had a very good point. He could… He should do that. Count on other people.

“How do I start speaking with them?” Enji asked. Because, clearly, he didn’t know how to do that… It was Rei, who was always the best between the two of them to speak with people.

Colossus put his hand on his shoulder. He didn’t have any children, but he was still going to give him a small hint.

“Step by step?” 

Endeavor sighed, before Colossus stood up, after looking at the time.

“Mr Todoroki, I will ask Nedzu for some help about Shouto. Because, clearly, you have issues and need help. Don’t you have a fa…”

“The only dad I have is Nedzu. Don’t ask about the biological one.” Endeavor clearly stopped Colossus on that word, and it made a bit more sense to him. Apparently, Endeavor and his biological dad had very deep issues, and he doubted Nedzu would be the best example, as he was an animal, even if he was really smart.

“Very well. Still, Mr Todoroki… I think you need a real talk with your family… And work a lot about all of that. Do you need some help?” 

Enji stayed silent, and Colossus sighed. Why did people like him have so much difficulty admitting asking for help wasn’t a sign of weakness?! 

“You will need it. I doubt, considering how your son acts, that you will get the Father of the year award, but we should try making him not hate your guts.”

“...” 

“You have a lot to think about. I will come back later. Here is my number, if you ever want to have a talk.” Colossus wrote it on a paper, before giving it to the defeated man in front of him.

“I would like to, very much.” 

Endeavor wasn’t expecting a semi therapy from another man, but clearly, this Colossus had a very special life before UA. He raised a lot of good points and he didn’t judge Endeavor. He only dealt in fact. It was… Something Endeavor respected. 

—----------

On Earth 616

“You know why I think the best X-Force was when Colossus was in it?” Wolverine asked Cyclope and Jean in a bar, on Krakoa.

“Because he was a reliable teammate without any mental issues?” Cyclope said knowingly.

“Because he had a big heart,” Wolverine said, “I know it was a black ops unit, but he was the best moral compass you can hope for. The fact he was sane also did help.” 

“To be fair, Piotr has a big everything.” Emma said, with a smile, before everyone stared at her, “Oh please, if any girl here didn’t like to watch him work in the field, and if any telepaths didn’t like being near his mind as he was calm, they can throw a rock at me.” 

No one threw a rock at Emma. Not even Jean, who got a what the hell look from both Logan and Scott. Hey, Emma was right, for once.

—----------

“Touya tried to kill Shouto?” Natsuo said, once they got out of the fake ceiling.

“Father fears I might kill myself?” Shouto was… Not ready for that one, though it actually made sense, weirdly. Shouto had been close to the frostbite more than once and Endeavor was very careful about at least making him take hot baths.

“He doesn’t know how to deal with us?” Fuyumi wondered about it, too. It was true that Endeavor wasn’t often home, and she wouldn’t trust him as someone to take care of a classroom. Well, not young children at least.

All of Enji’s children were sharing their thoughts, as it was weird to all of them. Why did no one tell them about that?! 

Then again, they wondered why they never asked either.

Fuyumi thought about it even more, lost in her mind, before speaking first.

“I will ask mom. She… Should be able to tell us, if it was the truth or not.” 

All of them shared a look and nodded. Was it their father gaslighting the teacher as being more a man with shit communication skill (so a Gendo Ikari) or was he truly just a man that had communication skill on par with Shinji Ikari? 

They needed to know the truth.

—---------

Nemuri felt restless, as she was running a bit. She may have been a bit too excited about the date, and had been trying dresses for various clothes for a moment, before her alarms warned her the date was actually near, and she needed to go. 

As a result, Nemuri had to prepare herself quickly, before running to the meeting spot. She didn’t want to be late, for the love of god! 

Thankfully, Colossus was quite easy to spot, as he towered over most of the non-mutant population.

“Nemuri! It is very nice to see you again!” Colossus said, when he spotted the woman, who was wearing a very nice dress for that day, with some glasses to help hide her identity. 

Unlike what most people thought, heroes totally had the option to not reveal their public name to the public. As a result, almost no one knew All-Might’s real name, Wash’s real face or Shouta’s address. All of that information was kept in a very hidden and secured place, and only the HPSC knew really where it was. Even then there was a lot of red tape to consult it, to avoid corrupt agents selling data on heroes.

Rumor said most of it was actually on paper to avoid technopaths hacking it. 

Anyway, Nemuri smiled, as she saw a Piotr who changed himself after visiting Endeavor, for a more civilian suit. However, considering his body type was as big as Endeavor, most of japanese’s store barely had anything his size…

The result? Let’s say that more than one woman (and guy) actually turned their head to oggle a bit more that piece of himbo.

In fact, Nemuri herself thanked the thugs of the other day for allowing her to meet him. Hey, she had a good date with him planned. She was going to enjoy it the best she could!

“I got us the tickets in advance for the exposition! I am really interested by this Arusaki artist.” Piotr said, while pulling out said tickets.

Nemuri instantly went art geek mode.

“Oh yes! The new Hokusai in the 2050’s! I love his period when he only used dark ink to draw the shadow and the line of muscle of living beings. It made them both formless but more alive than anything I have ever seen!” She was a big fan of his masterpiece, and Colossus was incredibly interested. The best quirkless artist of his time.

This world had 200 years of art he didn’t know. Nemuri was going to be a precious guide and very good teacher.

“I am also very interested in this Madarame artist, who has a side wing…” Colossus said, before Nemuri squealed of delight.

“HIIII, they opened it?! The father of quirk art?! He made his painting using his quirk! As a result, they are actually living paintings, with sound and scent!” 

Now, Nemuri was speaking his language, Colossus thought, as he smiled at the woman. He then gallantly proposed to her his arm, and both went to the museum.

He had a whole new culture to discover.

—----------

Eraserhead was doing some paperwork, but Hizashi, more organized (and less sleepy), was fully operational for his operation “Let’s spy Nemuri to get some fun blackmail”. The blond hero even dyed his hair for the occasion, while adopting the “gray man” tactic (civilian gray clothes, and a mask) to spy on them easier.

A part of the operation, though, was also to make sure Piotr was indeed a good man for Nemuri. Sure, the man told Aizawa he didn’t want to have any romantic relationship for now, but who knew how the future would go? Not to mention that Nemuri was one of the prettiest women Hizashi knew and she had some real moves to make people interested in her.

In other words, he was pretty certain that if they had a good compatibility, Nemuri would sooner or later grab and bag Piotr. The only issue known was… How was the man? Was he truly the good man everyone thought he was? After all, it was possible to beat Tsukauchi’s quirk with technical truths.

Well, Hizashi had to admit he was an as big art nerd as Nemuri, who had the pleasure to actually teach some art history to the big man, as he discovered artists that didn’t exist in his world, with technique not invented yet. 

However, Piotr was clearly an artist and as passionate as her, as he actually followed what she was saying and both of them often discussed in their own bubble the meaning and technique of each painting they came across. 

Hizashi… Was actually quite happy it went that way, especially as he saw Colossus not even once looking at Nemuri's rather interesting body, but rather only her face and her words. It was her mind, her intellect that grabbed his intention.

However, what happened near the end was extremely funny and to add in his collection of funny things to use to tease Midnight.

—----------

“So… Do you want to drink a beer with me? I know a few good izakayas nearby” Nemuri asked shyly. She was half-expecting Colossus to refuse, as he refused when she asked him as Midnight.

“Well, of course!” Colossus beamed, as he always enjoyed a good drink in good company. While he didn’t digest alcohol as fast as Laura or Logan, he was used to following them on some crazy nights, bar binging. “After all, that was what we planned, didn’t we?”

“Oh! You didn’t have any plans?” Nemuri asked, as she still remembered what Colossus said.

“Hmm? Not really. I had a colleague who asked me but… I refused.” Colossus said, which clearly made Nemuri blush.

“Oh?” 

“Call me old fashioned, and in many ways, I may be, but… I think she is doing something wrong with her persona as a rated-18 hero,” Colossus said, while sighing, having his own flashback of the X-men, “Also I promised to eat with you first, remember?” 

“You think… Midnight is just a persona?” Nemuri was wondering what made him think as such. He wasn’t wrong, but they didn’t know each other for that long after all and she was a good actress. Also, a part of him rejoiced at the idea, he promised to Kayama first, and she was more important than sexy Midnight.

“Eraserhead and Present Mic seem to trust her with the student and not do something uncouth. If they trust her, despite her apparent behavior, it means they know she won’t do anything because it isn’t her true self.” Colossus calmly explained, as Nemuri blushed a bit to have been exposed that easily.

“So…What do you think she is doing?” 

“Probably to have people less ashamed of themselves, so they can openly say what they are. Breaking the taboos, so people speak more freely,” Colossus said, while holding his chin, lost in his thoughts, “As an artist, it would be my conclusion. It is kind of the same for me, as for why I am not ashamed to be without a shirt. I am proud of my body, and people have the right to be proud of theirs. Man or woman, it shouldn’t have an impact.”

Old fashioned, but who clearly understood what she was doing… She was an artist. It was her job to challenge society’s old fashioned morals.

“However, I don’t approve when she acts way too promiscuous with some teens. They are teens, and even if nothing happens, that is plain wrong.” Colossus said, with a bit of anger.

Nemuri noted to herself to tone down quite a bit the act at UA. Oopsie. He… Wasn’t exactly wrong, and it made her a bit sheepish.

“Anyway, I am quite happy for my first week as an UA teacher. I mean, it is calmer than at my previous job.”

“How so?” Nemuri was curious, as UA was anything but calm in her book.

Colossus stopped for an instant, and giggled a bit.

“We haven’t been attacked by villains yet.” 

—--------------

“Tomura… How well are the preparations for your grand debut?” 

All For One, on his throne/medical chair, watched his student and heir kneeling in front of him. Carefully crafted to hate heroes, All-Might and society. He was one of the few remaining, after one of his pawns destroyed the others in a mad but beautiful rage.

“Thanks to Giran, who tested the recruits, we have less people than initially planned.” Tomura said, without a trace of irony or sarcasm. “As a result, all we have are good NPCs, Sensei.” 

Tomura didn’t ask how Giran and Sensei tested the recruits, but he knew the place where the test happened smelt burned flesh. Easy to do the math.

“Tomura, a Zerg Rush was a good tactic, but what was the point of bringing unmotivated and weak people? The ones left are good and know the risks, now.” All For One pointed out. He didn’t often help his protege, but he didn’t want to lose him from the get go.

Tomura kneeled further in a sign of respect, love and deference for Sensei. The man to whom he owed everything. 

“As for the Noumu and Kurogiri?” All For One asked, wanting to make sure everything was ready for his attempt.

“I prepared everything, Sensei. Including an order for Kurogiri to immediately extract me if needed. Also, our mole gave us the schedule for All-Might’s classes. His… fanclub is an excellent place to gather intel on his move.” Tomura said, as he didn’t breach the perimeter himself. When you were playing online game and wanted to fuck someone, you used your spy and created a cover for him about how you truly gathered information.

You didn’t expose yourself. That was plainly idiotic.

“Very well, my child. Now, go forth. Let the world know your name!” 

Entropy smiled. It was time to have some fun!

—-----------

Dabi grilled a smoke, wondering if Sensei was truly going to make Tomura his successor. If Dabi didn’t check the plan, and told Sensei about the issues with it, it would have sucked ass. Oh well.

After all, it wasn’t as if Tomura was the only disciple Sensei had. Dabi checked his own pristine skin, thanks to Garaki’s new surgery.

A back-up existed, because there was good odds the main one fucked up after all.

Chapter Text

Chapter 5 : Colossal Calamity

“This is a fun one, I have to admit. In my former school, we didn’t have a zone made to train us for rescue.” 

As the bus was bringing them to the USJ, Colossus and Aizawa were chatting, almost casually. Aizawa was both dreading the experience, as half of the time, Colossus dropped world shattering revelation, and enjoying it half of the other time, Colossus seemed as jaded as him by the heroic life.

“Oh? How did you get experience then? On the field only?” 

However, Aizawa was getting used to his giant colleague, who nodded. It didn’t surprise him, this time. 

“New York was so often attacked, most locals aren’t fazed anymore by Kaiju attacks, gods coming to eat Earth or things like that. It is pretty much the norm. As a result, we had a lot of practice. Hell, I still remember that one time where the king of the sea attacked a giant whale with legs and arms, New-York.” 

Aizawa stared at Colossus, trying to determine if he was pulling his leg or not. Colossus’ smile didn’t help him the slightest, and Aizawa sighed. His Russian colleague, despite claiming for being saner than his home dimension, was his own brand of crazy.

“Good Lord, thank you for making my dimension the sane one.” 

Colossus laughed a bit before, looking in the back to their students.

“So, the plan is we divide the students in groups of five, and we train them in various zones, is that right?” 

“Pretty much, yes. I just hope everyone will be able to use their quirks for the lessons. I am not paid enough to deal with the injuries that might come with it.” 

Piotr smiled, knowing Aizawa didn’t think that actually. He was just an extremely worried and grumpy man. Logan 2.0, except less canadian and who didn’t drink.

“Are you speaking of Bakugou, Todoroki or Midoriya?” 

“Yes.”

This made Colossus chuckle, but Aizawa was serious about his worries, as they were his three students with the most issues. Hell, Izuku, despite the bone-breaking issue, was the least worrying one. According to Colossus, they had managed to make some progress on that side. It wasn’t perfect, as they only had a few sessions to work that out. But, progress was progress and Aizawa was taking it.

As for Katsuki, while he calmed down a bit, yelling less against Izuku, his attitude didn’t truly improve. Apparently, learning he won by technicality against Todoroki didn’t sit well with him. In fact, from what they learned, Katsuki managed to invent a few swear words to express his dissatisfaction. The blonde student was slowly learning he was a big fish in a small pond before, but now… He was fairly small. 

Hell, all they had to do was check on him: the blond boy stopped paying any attention to Izuku in favor of hating Todoroki. Todoroki who didn’t give a single fuck, as usual, lost deep in thought. He was most likely thinking about his last session with his father. Colossus said they were indeed in deep need of a family therapy.

—---------

“We… Shall stop our training there, Shouto.” 

Shouto was a bit disturbed, as usually, Enji was screaming at him to get up and use his fire when the frost covered too much of his body and he was shivering.

 Instead, this time, his father simply stopped when his son got frosty. Was he afraid that now his teacher was checking on him, Colossus would see if Endeavor was too hard on his son? Or was it legitimate worries?

Enji sighed, as he saw Shouto being defiant… And he began to explain: “You are clearly too cold to continue. You still refuse to use your fire even to heat yourself. I am not letting your quirk destroy your body for the sake of training.” Colossus did tell him he needed to explain more of his reasons to Shouto and everyone else after all.

Shouto stared at him, and nodded. However, he didn’t say anything, taking it as some kind of personal win. No more “You have to use your fire!”. Quickly, though, a disturbed silence grew between them and Shouto got up. Enji tried to start a conversation, asking a very basic question.

“... So… How is school?” 

Before Enji could finish his question, Shouto already left the training room to go to the bath, letting the door slam as his answer. Yes, surprisingly, a one time effort wasn’t enough to erase years of not being a good father, to put it mildly.

Endeavor noticed he didn’t know about his children, indeed. 

—---------

Shouto was now wondering who he could ask for information, tips about that kind of thing. Maybe Iida? After all, he was coming from a hero family too, though he was a bit haughty. Hmm, he would have to think about it. 

Shouto wondered if communication skills were genetics, as it could explain why he wasn’t speaking to anyone. Hell, even Midoriya “Mumbling” Izuku, was speaking with Tsuyu, Iida and Uraraka, apparently having a good time. Even Bakugou was striking a conversation with Kirishima and Kaminari, though it involved a lot of yelling..

“Something on your mind, Todoroki?” 

The voice came from in front of him. At first Shouto thought there was no one, before he saw the floating uniform. Tooru Hagakure. The invisible one. Also, thanks to All-Might yelling at the support, her suit would be there soon! She couldn’t wait enough for that!

No more rumors she was, or not, naked!

Anyway, Shouto was now wondering… How long had she been observing him?

“Yes.” 

Tooru waited a few seconds for him to elaborate, before sighing. However, just like Mina, the girl was one of the most sociable in the classroom. 

Anyway, she had the greatest social skill in the classroom, and she would make Todoroki spill the beans! When dealing with people like him, you had to be very precise and careful about your choice of words.

“... Do you want to talk about it? I am a great listener.” 

Todoroki actually thought about it for a few seconds. This… Might be useful. A bit of help was better than no help at all, after all. Tooru might not be from a hero family, but she still had a dad… Probably? He didn’t know much about his comrades, except that Momo was from a rich family, Koda’s aunt was a former terrorist/freedom fighter and Midoriya was probably All-Might’s secret love child, considering his quirk.

Also, Endeavor usually refused to ask for help and clearly, if Raspoutine-sensei didn’t pry into their family issues, he wouldn’t have said anything. Therefore, the correct course was to not act as his father, and actually try to speak with someone.

“I have an issue with my dad.” 

Tooru immediately had a big interest in the situation. She liked to help and gossip after all.

“Oh… Yes, that might be an issue. Is it about Bakugou?” 

“Partly. I still refuse to use his fire because of my personal reasons but…” 

Tooru sighed while she sat beside him. Oh god, she hated when boys were overly serious like that. Was Todoroki still in that period of life where you said things like “Behind my eyes, I have the dark power of the fire lord”? 

“His fire? Todoroki. That’s your quirk. Using it or not, that’s your decision, y’know?” 

The invisible girl pointed out, before poking his chest, playfully. Then, as Todoroki was trying to think of a rebuttal, as he heard it way too often to make him use his quirk… Yet, Tooru continued.

“Everyone has their strong points. Maybe you aren’t a fire dude. In fact, I would say you are pretty… Cool!” 

Beat. Clearly, the girl expected a reaction from him, as he could totally see her hand waiting excitingly.

“... Was that an ice pun?” He didn't think the invisible girl would do it immediately after only a few words together.

“Yep! But if you don’t want to use your fire, don’t. Personally I think it is a bit a waste. I would like to be like you, and to be able to turn off mine, sometimes.” 

Shouto stared at her invisibility, before asking, maybe a bit like a dummy.

“This isn’t an emitter quirk?” 

Tooru answered calmly, as she was used to that reaction : “Nope! Not every mutant quirk is animal themed y’know? Some are about cultural variation. I mean, how do you explain Godzillo otherwise?” 

Because, let’s be fair, everyone was still wondering how someone looking like Godzilla was born to this day.

“And you have a hard time being invisible?” Shouto had never considered that other peoples might consider their quirk as a curse, but Tooru was in that situation, and in a worse situation than him.

“Todoroki. I don’t even know what my face looks like. I swear to god, next time I hear someone who says something like ‘Have you tried not being invisible?’, I am going to supplex him into the ground.” 

The fact it happened more than once was the reason why Tooru began training physically: that way, the slap would be more satisfying. Quirks were part of an individual, and mutation quirks were permanent. Telling someone, if they had an issue with it, to simply turn it off was insensitive. Besides, she was a teenage girl. OF COURSE SHE WOULD LOVE TO SEE HERSELF, USE MAKEUP AND THINGS LIKE THAT. OF COURSE SHE TRIED!

Then, she found the two things that would change her life: a fitness training and a teacher. Well, technically more like three teachers, but Otsu was the main one.

“Oh.” 

Shouto, thought about it for a second… Before having an idea. As a result, he reached for Tooru’s face, taking her by surprise. In fact, if she was visible, Todoroki would have seen her a bit disturbed by the sudden physical proximity. 

Then he used very moderately some frost and snow to cover her face in white, before taking a quick pic.

He knew how to use a phone after all. He was emotionally impaired, not stupid or not capable of using electronics. He even knew how to use his credit card, though his father actually checked his balance.

“There. That’s how you look.” 

Tooru looked at the photo… and saw a surprised girl face, who closed her eyes to avoid getting snow in it. 

She squealed in delight, before hugging a very surprised Todoroki, as it seemed very normal to him. But… Happy to please? It was nice and even if he didn’t show, he appreciated the hug. It was soft and warm.

“NOW WE ARE FRIENDS! AND I AM GOING TO HELP YOU!” 

… Oh, so that's how you made friends? That’s easier than I thought. Also… Kind of very nice?

“Thank you Hagakure. I am happy you are my first friend too.” 

This, once again, stunned Tooru, as the car arrived at their destination. Because, by that point, she understood Shouto was incapable of lying correctly and had no filter. If he said it like that, it was most likely literal. 

“Todoroki, we are going to have a very lengthy discussion about everything after that.” 

Shouto, who actually wanted to talk, nodded. It wasn’t like he would be bad, right? Still, it was nice to have a friend. Who was a girl… Hmmm…

This actually made some gears in his head work, and he turned his face toward Tooru.

“Hagakure, you are a girl, right?” 

“...Yes?”

“Now that you are my friend, does that mean I have a girlfriend?” 

Mina in front of them, was beginning to have a mad grin, before Tooru threw at her a shoe. Good god, Mina only thought about that! Tooru went to get back her shoes, as Mina pouted.

“NO, BAD MINA! NO TEASING! As for you, Todoroki, a girlfriend is a special term and doesn't mean all of your friends are girls. Wait, are you taking actual notes?” 

In an attitude not unlike Midoriya, Shouto took a notebook from… Somewhere? And was indeed actually taking note. Mina and Tooru were understanding how the boy lacked any social skills, and the pink girl smiled even more, which made Tooru bonk her by instinct.

“Aïe! I haven’t said anything yet!” 

“The yet part is why you got bonk. Don’t corrupt Todoroki.” Tooru said with authority, not accepting complaints.

“You aren’t fun!” 

“... What do you mean by corrupted? Also, does that mean Ashido wants to be my friend too?” Shouto’s intervention made Mina smile, before she noticed Tooru taking out her other shoe.

Mina dodged the hit this time, before grabbing Todoroki and pulling him in a group hug. 

“Of course! I promise to make your high school life exciting!” 

“... I promise to try to protect you from her madness.” Tooru promised, sighing in advance.

“Yey. Two friends.” 

The two girls stared at each other, at the cold tone in Todoroki’s voice… Yet his eyes showed happiness. Yes, Todoroki needed a lot of work, right?

“... Does that mean one is my conscience and the other the little devil on my shoulder?” 

“Hey! Just because I have horns doesn't mean I am the devil!” Mina was not evil! Only a ball of fun and chaos.

“Ashido? I didn’t say who the devil was.” 

Tooru giggled, seeing that Todoroki wasn’t stupid, which would help her a lot in her endeavor.

—-----------

“I AM GOING TO KICK THAT BLOND OAF’S ASS” 

Aizawa was pissed by All-Might, and Colossus was taking it very calmly, before greeting this Thirteen person. 

“Calm, Aizawa. That’s why I am here, remember?”   

Colossus was someone calm and honestly, Aizawa was forced to rationalize the situation. Yes, Colossus’ job was literally to cover the blonde dumbass’ mess when needed. 

“It would have been useful to have him, though. He needs to learn that his job is more important than heroism now.” 

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Thirteen, eternally optimist, said so with a huge smile behind her huge mask. This actually horrified Aizawa and Colossus at the same time, as both knew exactly what Thirteen caused. She tempted fate.

“Thirteen, let me guess, you never went on a mission against supervillains,right?”

Colossus had to be sure, while, just as precaution, he turned full metal. Better to be ready and it’s not like he had a time limit.

“Indeed, my specialty is rescue! It is important to stay optimistic!”

Yes, she was a kind woman, but seriously she had to be careful.

“...Ok, so maybe during rescue, that’s something to say, but for heroes going against supervillains, it is literally the worst thing to say.”

“...Why? I mean, we are inside of UA’s property. Everything is under our control! It’s not like we are getting attacked here!” 

Thirteen kept taunting fates, before Aizawa nodded, despite Colossus having chill in his spin.

“I actually agree with her on that, it is not like your former school, Rasputin. We don’t get attacked by villains in our school.” 

As if on cue, every light exploded, darkening the USJ. Colossus, having a bad feeling, began cracking his fists, while the two other teachers moved toward their students.

Then, a dark mist appeared in front of them, and from it emerged one strange dark cloud man, a man who had a hand fetish and a black monster with a huge beak.

“Greetings, heroes, you have been chosen for the beginning of my glorious league of villains! … Why is the giant metal man smiling with nostalgia?” 

“Apparently, in his former school, this was a weekly occurrence.” Kirishima shouted from behind, before having Aizawa glaring at him.

Tomura sighed, before making a gesture.

“Noumu! Show him why this attack is like nothing he ever saw! BECAUSE TODAY WE SHALL KILL ALL-MIGHT!”

Colossus, wanting to correct the young villain, tried to interrupt, “Actually, All-Might…” 

Then, the giant monster moved at a lightning speed and punched Colossus in the head with so much strength, the impact sent the wind flying. Most students, and villains, had to stand their ground, to not get blown away by the shockwave. 

Everyone was shocked, as they didn’t expect the monster to be that powerful. Hell, this strength was borderline like something All-Might could pull off! Professor Rasputin never had a chance!

Or so they thought, before the metal man finished his sentence. The fist slightly deformed his skin, but clearly, he didn’t even feel the hit, as he continued to speak, with an aura of reassurance that calmed the children, but unnerved the villains.

“All-Might isn’t here. However… I AM… HERE!” 

In his homeworld, Colossus was in an odd spot. He was stronger than a calm hulk, but way weaker than an angry one. Let’s not even talk about the heavy hitter like Thor or the Juggernaut: unless he was powered by an external source, he was not even close to their level. 

He was, however, way stronger than the “normal” superhumans, such as Spiderman or the Rhino… Which meant his strength was often hard to use, being in a weird spot. However, the one thing he was proud of was his durability. He was used to being the punching ball, and he once held off the Hulk at his angriest. 

He didn’t even feel Noumu's punch. 

“ERASER, THIRTEEN! I HOLD THEM OFF! TAKE THE KIDS…”

He didn’t have the time to finish, before seeing Eraser using his scarf to begin to lay waste on the enemies. Piotr was impressed to see the man grab someone in it before slamming them into the ground. Very interesting weapons, to be sure.

“Thirteen. She is enough, and while you take care of the big one, I take care of the small ones.” 

Aizawa said before using Colossus for his footsteps and attacking again the enemies. They needed to limit the number of people that would attack their students and Thirteen. She wasn’t a combat hero and needed as much help as possible.

. 

Noumu would have loved to attack Aizawa, if he still had emotions and feelings, but Colossus was currently giving him a huge bear hug, preventing him from using his arms. He tried, though, to use his hand to pierce Colossus’ skin but his metal barely even moved from his mighty strength. Meanwhile, Colossus was pressing him against his body, hoping to break some bones that way, but the monster was highly durable. What was he made of, pure metal?

Tomura was flabbergasted by the spectacle, and angrily lashed out at everyone around him. Everything didn’t go as planned! Where was All-Might? Why couldn't Noumu kill this strange man? WHO WAS HE?!

“WHAT?! BUT THIS IS AN ANTI ALL MIGHT WEAPON! IT SHOULD BE MORE THAN ENOUGH TO KILL ANYONE! KUROGIRI! DO SOMETHING!” 

The cloud beside him sighed audibly, before disappearing for a second. Clearly, they had a back up plan, or the cloud man was a more effective leader than this hand fetishist. 

Aizawa stared at the evil manchild, and would have gone for the attack, if some mutants didn’t take all of his attention while he was stopping them.

“What?!” 

“If I can’t kill All-Might, I will at least kill some of the children he should be protecting! Kurogiri took some of our villains, and now, we shall deal with these pesky idiots!” 

Colossus laughed at Tomura, before beginning to headbutt with all of his strength the bird villain, to explode his face. Funnily this one actually healed from his hit. Weird, usually people had only one “quirk” here, no?

“Don’t worry, I am sure the kids have this. I saw kids their age destroy giant robots!” 

“I hope you are right. Besides, they can’t be that strong, right?”

Aizawa said, as he continued to fight with an expert style his enemies, hitting their weak points to compensate for the difference in strength and size. Very good fighter.

—----------

The villains saw the various kids being dropped in their location by Kurogiri. All of them were dead serious about the job, because of their recruiter, the Burning Man Dabi. They heard of the Ashen Executor, the man who just wanted to see the world burn. Facing him, and having to face him for two minutes was something else entirely. 

They also knew that if their jobs weren't up to their patron’s expectation, he was coming for them. It wasn’t good for their life expectancy. However, they didn’t expect many things when they engaged the kids…

As an example, they didn’t expect Bakugou, who, still angry about his recent “win”, had a lot to unpack. As a result, the angry boy decided to do an Id Software therapy: He was the doomguy, they were the demons. 

No, he didn’t kill or dismember anyone, though the villains weren’t sure if it was because the red-haired kid was there too, or if the blood-eyed student had the self-control to not murder them. 

—---------

Izuku took a breath, and as the first villain jumped on the ship to attack him, Tsuyu and Mineta, he moved with his whole body. When he punched, he didn’t use only his fist, he moved with his body and his legs too.

Rasputin teached him something All-Might missed during their year of training: How to actually punch things. While Izuku didn’t use One For All, yet, his punch packed more strength than one might think. If you were to add Tsuyu drop kicking the villains, you actually had a pretty powerful combo that could deal with most low level thugs. 

“GOOD JOB MIDO-KUN!” Mineta yelled from behind, almost crying… with his balls in his hands. Yes, Mineta wasn’t the bravest kid around, but still, he couldn’t hope to let everyone do his job in his stead, right? As a result, he was trapping the boat efficiently, in case villains were trying to jump from another side.

Their strategy was simple really. Have the villains come to them, and pick them off. Mineta’s job was actually important, as his balls were the most useful things they had to trap the enemies… 

Hell, he even had a genius idea, as he put a few balls on Izuku’s hands when they all appeared on the boat. He knew better than anyone else their potential, now.

Everyone knew his balls were highly sticky. Midoriya and him, during the bomb exercise, noticed another particularity about them: They were amazing shock absorbers. Even under one of Izuku’s hits with his quirk, they didn’t explode or break. They simply absorbed the shock.

As a result, when the villains tried to produce a water slash to destroy the boat, they answered with Izuku doing again his move of clapping his hand, almost full power. Izuku didn’t have good control on his muscles yet, though Colossus’s lesson taught him how to not just use his arms while clapping, but also his torso, his back and his butt clenching, dividing the effort through his body. This attack made Izuku's analytical mind go into overdrive for a second, as the pain exploded in his arms.

*Wait, what if All-Might said to clench his butthole because that way, even when punching, it forced you to use more parts of your body?* 

This would be incredibly dumb and genius. Oh god, it was clearly All-Might.

No one knew about Izuku’s realization, as the sonic clap destroyed the water attack, to everyone's surprise.

“Ribbit” 

“DAMN BOY!” 

“Hehehe… Thanks Mineta!” 

Izuku smiled at Mineta, who took out the ball from Izuku’s hands… Who was fine. Well, the gloves exploded under the impact, but his hands weren’t broken. Who would have guessed that getting help would allow him to use his quirk?

Mineta smiled at the green boy, giving him the thumb up. HE WAS USEFUL. Also, clearly, Mineta learned his quirk was way more useful than he gave credit to it. Trapping, cushioning… He should also test the upper tensile limit of his balls. Who knew? Maybe it had the potential to block even the strongest beings?

Anyway, the trio was working well. Tsuyu was the most agile and the fastest, able to do the first strike, Mineta did the trapping and Izuku the punting. Good old fist fighting. Even if his arms were hurt because of the clap, they weren’t broken, thanks to Mineta.

Also, as seen during his training with All-Might, and to Colossus’ surprise, Izuku could lift a lot. His base punches were enough to break bones.

“Good! Everyone, once this is done, we join back the others at the plaza! We don’t know if the villains won’t teleport more villains on us after that!” 

Adrenaline was doing wonders for Izuku’s confidence… And his teammates were following him without even questioning why he was leading. He was their leader, period. 

Also, keeping the boat meant that Mineta never grabbed Tsuyu in that universe. In fact, Mineta didn’t have many opportunities to be a pervert… And strangely, the fact he didn’t feel inadequate seemed to help quell his stupidity.

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Shouto expected many things when he got thrown into the fire zone. Creating a glacier to eliminate every villain was one of them, but the Bakugou’s incident was still in his mind. As a result, Todoroki was instead doing personalized takedowns on every villain he found: Icing them, calmly into an icicle and preventing them from escaping… Before punching them, hard. Hey, they were in the Fire Zone, meaning his ice would disappear.  

Then, he saw Ojiro using his tails and apparently some shinobi’s technique to silently take down villains one by one. He seemed to like to use his tails to have an aerial edge on his enemies… And then performing a silent takedown on them, powerfully. Together, they were an actual power duo.

Ojiro seemed quite friendly when you met up with him. Also, he was indeed competent so Shouto reevaluated what he thought of the tail man. Besides, while Shouto wasn’t bad physically speaking, Ojiro was stronger than him in close combat. To each their specialty, as Endeavor said. Shouto froze for a second, noticing he actually gave credit to one of his father’s lessons. Goddamnit.

Then the both of them saw four villains coming their way running… And as the teenagers got into a battle stance, the villains kneeled in front of them to be taken down. A monster was hunting them, and they didn’t want to face it. Who? Who could be such an evil and terrifying monster, that would make hardened criminals cry and beg for their life? Did Muscular secretly invade the zone too?

“Where are my little preys ~?” 

Shouto recognized the voice, and the face saying that. Ojiro too, and both of them were white in terror, when they saw Tooru, in her gym suit, the face covered in blood. 

She was using a crocodile mutant as some kind of hammer to beat down other criminals, in some kind of berserker rage, laughing maniacally, as she clearly enjoyed the violence, with a mad smile.

The villains, behind them, were cowering against the wall, traumatized, and whimpering. They weren’t paid enough for this shit.

“See what we meant, kids?! That girl is a fucking demons! She came out of nowhere and began slamming us against the walls! I still hear what she did to Toji’s legs!” 

“Fuck, that was messed up! I am pretty sure a leg isn’t supposed to bend that way!” 

Ojiro and Shouto looked at each other, and suddenly, Shouto wasn’t sure that Mina was the demon between Tooru and herself. Ojiro meanwhile, was wondering what was Tooru’s workout, because the girl was ripped… And also, where did she learn to fight?!

—------

The answer was : One day, Tooru found on the internet a workout named the “Yoichi Shigaraki 100 step training to become a superhero”. She wondered who this Seikyo Shigaraki was, as the author wanted to punt them in hell. 

—-------

“... Tooru? What the fuck was that?!” 

Ojiro had to ask, both boys deciding to approach their friend, once she calmed down. Suddenly going full girly mode, Tooru surprised them.

“Ooops! Sorry! I went a bit overboard! My sensei wouldn’t be happy about that. Or be very happy, honestly, it depends on her mood.” 

Both boys swore to never annoy that sensei and to avoid them at all cost.

—-------

At Miruko’s “agency”.

More the place where you have decent odds of contacting Miruko. 

Miruko’s secretary, Otsu Kawauso, was cleaning the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. Seriously, people should know better than attack the building to take her hostage.

Then, as the crazy Amazonian Otter mutant she was, the woman smiled in a predatory way that would make Rappa have a chill of delight. Actually, she liked it that way.

“Otsu! I am bored! I want to fight!” A certain king of underground fighter without activity was helping her to wash away the last trash. 

“Rappa, we finish that, and then I will break your back!” 

“BITCH YOU IN! IF I WIN, YOU PAY THE DINNER!” 

Otsu smiled; truly she was blessed. She just hoped they didn’t corrupt the young Hagakure with their blood lust. Well… Not too much.

—-----------

Meanwhile, at the main plaza.

Colossus was getting tired of his fight. Well, more in a “It was hell of a boring” fight more than anything else. 

As said previously, Colossus was in an odd spot as a fighter in his home universe, because while he was fairly strong, but not the strongest, he was certainly among the most enduring.

His current issue was, whoever made this Noumu, gave him the power to absorb shock. However, despite his greater strength, Colossus couldn’t surpass the Noumu’s strength absorption threshold, and the monster couldn’t hurt Colossus either. Even the monster trying to attack him in his Russian meatball ended up in failure. This actually made Colossus yell in frustration.

“WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!” 

Tomura, observing the giant metal man who fucked up part of his plan, smiled. It was time to annoy him too! Yes, the payback was childish, but hey. He was a villain.

“And we even added regeneration on him!” 

Colossus groaned, while Tomura evaluated the situation. Aizawa was moving through his minions, but the man was tiring himself, as planned. The real issue and unknown was this giant man. Tomura cracked his hands, and he yelled his new command.

“NOUMU! HOLD HIM DOWN FOR A MOMENT!” 

Colossus felt his opponent suddenly clutching and grappling him with his enormous strength. Nothing he couldn’t break, but what was the man hoping to do?

When Tomura touched him on his left arm, Colossus was surprised at first. Then surprise was replaced by fear, when the fifth finger entered in contact with Colossus’ skin.

This couldn’t be stated enough: knocking out physically Colossus required a strength that could level New-York. Breaching his skin needed weapons of a quality magical or made in adamantium/Arctic vibranium. 

As a result, yes, Colossus was brave because almost nothing could hurt him.

Then Tomura’s quirk cracked his skin, and the cracking was propagating on his arm, fast. This actually hurt him, which never happened in his form (well not often).

Colossus panicking was often, among the X-Men, the signal shit got extremely serious and dangerous for everyone. If Colossus could get hurt, it meant that unless you had Logan’s healing factor, you were going to have a bad time.

By that, most X-men meant themselves and the one who managed to crack Colossus’ skin. 

With a normal human, panic strength was already high. When Colossus panicked? It means a hysterical strength of biblical proportion. One actually on par with some Hulk, as Colossus raged out.

Under Tomura and Aizawa’s eyes, Colossus ripped off Noumu's arms, from his shoulders. The meat teared apart in a disgusting sound, while hurting the beast, clearly. Then, Colossus grabbed Tomura’s hand on his shoulder. Tomura, seeing Colossus not smiling anymore, knew instinctively.

He just aggroed the boss of the raid, and he didn’t have a healer or a tank. Then Colossus grabbed Tomura’s other hand and stared at him.

“No. More. Hands.” 

Aizawa and more than one villain winced at the sound, Colossus having properly turning into a pulp of meat Tomura’s hands, his fingers broken in several parts.

The blue haired man then began to cry, feeling pain for the first time in a long time, before feeling the cold steel on his face.

Before Tomura could yell for help, Colossu grabbed him by the face and threw him like a very good baseball player, into the lake. The move felt power, and the fact Colossus was done being nice. The giant man glared at the remaining villains…

Then Noumu punched him in the side of his head, projecting a few meters ahead.

Oh right, the monster was still there. 

When Kurogiri came back, he saw that Noumu was busy fighting with new arms Colossus, Tomura was nowhere to be seen, and All-Might wasn’t there. 

Tomura technically gave him orders to get them back to the bar if needed, if the situation was too risky. However, All For One wasn’t someone that merciful, and while he expected some loss, and probably the Noumu to die, Kurogiri also had orders from him. Should Tomura not be as strong, useful, smart or brave enough, Kurogiri was to evacuate. 

His quirk was unique.

Tomura wasn’t. 

Kurogiri sighed, as according to himself, if Tomura wasn’t here anymore, the villains in utter panic, yelling “the boss is down” and Colossus with blood on his hands, in some kind of rage… Well, Tomura was probably not alive anymore. Or not in a useful state anymore.

*Well, sorry Tomura. But, well, at least, you won’t have to be Sensei’s pawn any longer, I guess?*

As a result, while Tomura was trying to stay afloat (hard with only one hand), Kurogiri ignored his plea for help, not like he heard them anyway. Instead he opened a portal, from afar. He couldn’t risk Aizawa to block his quirk and therefore his escape. 

—------

This was how Kurogiri escaped, becoming to the public the real face of the league, who apparently planned to use the young Tomura as a pawn, a false leader to trap the authorities. 

—-------

Turns out that swimming with two broken hands is kind of hard, as Tomura discovered, the water weighing on his clothes. The water felt quickly like moving sand, dragging him under water. His frantic attempts to stay afloat served no purpose: If Tomura had been groomed on hate and doom by All For One from his throne room, no one took the time to teach him how to swim. 

Tomura, when the water began to go inside his lungs, felt as if his family’s hand tried to pull him into the darker side of the water. 

He could almost feel the tears being added in his future sarcophagus, as his energy left his body. Kurogiri. Kurogiri, if Tomura was in danger, was supposed to save him. That was… What they had convened. 

Why did no one save him? Why was he… Alone…

Panic. The young blue haired man panicked, as he felt death and the cold getting inside his bones.

Then, as the pain was the only thing preventing his brain from shutting down because of the suffocation, Tomura felt something grabbing him. A small fist, a teen hand, that was pulling him, toward the surface and the light… 

Tomura closed his eyes, wondering if it was a Shinigami, finally releasing him from his pain, before losing consciousness. 

—---------

Colossus was cracking his bones, before trying to make the Noumu lose his kneecaps privilege with a powerful kick, destroying his shoes in the process, in the impact. Shock absorption stopped him from doing that. Seriously, this was the worst fight he ever had! Why? Wasn’t he strong enough to end the fight, once again? 

“FEAR NOT, PEOPLE! EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT! FOR I AM HERE!” 

Colossus, unlike everyone else in the plaza, never saw All-Might in action. As far as he knew, the man had a good deal of strength, pretty much on his level because of his injury. Hell, Colossus was sure that in his prime, All-Might could deal with people like the Abomination or even Red Hulk.

It was only at that moment, that Colossus understood why All-Might was such a huge deal in this universe. 

The man was insanely fast. In the span of 6 seconds, Colossus saw the man go from the door to the plaza, while smashing each villain in the ground, with the exact strength needed to knock them out.

Speed, control, reflexes. All-Might had them all. Piotr felt a pang of jealousy, seeing such a power… Before wondering, what the fuck could have harmed All-Might to that extent? Now, that was a scary thought.

“Colossus! Can you hold down this… man?”

“Apparently, this beast is man-made, that ‘thing’ is a correct term.” 

Colossus informed him, while Noumu, All-Might in sight, tried to attack him. However, Colossu was there, to hold him for All-Might who smiled. No need to go overboard in an exchange of insane blows.

“If one hit isn’t enough to deal with you… I WILL JUST HAVE TO GIVE MORE THAN ONE!” 

Then, Colossus did some rapid math. On a scale from 1 to 100, 1 being a normal civilian, and 100 himself, All Might was a solid 80. However, All-Might had a big advantage on him: the speed of his punch. Colossus wasn’t fast, and while he wasn’t slow, he knew many of his teammates were faster than him. Aizawa, and how fast he acted, was faster than him.

A contrario, All Might was fast, and in the same amount of time Colossus would take to punch one time at 100… Well, All Might would punch ten times at 80. 

The Noumu couldn’t absorb such a shock, and Colossus could hear the monster’s bones breaking, before he slipped through his grasp, flying in the sky.

“That… Was most impressive. However, we should finish rounding up the villains. I threw the leader in the lake earlier, he should be there.” 

Colossus sighed, before All-Might had a thought, as Colossus joined Aizawa in finishing the mobs.

“... Do you think he knows how to swim?” 

Colossus stopped, as he grabbed a villain by the neck and was going to punch him in the face.

He… Didn’t know that. All-Might disappeared in a sonic boom, toward the lake.

Colossus sighed. Yep, even he still had much to learn, apparently. No one was perfect after all.

—-----------

Soon after All-Might was at the lake, and he saw… Izuku, Mineta, Tsuyu and a blue haired man on a boat. The man had some of Mineta’s balls on his legs and on his arms, so he couldn’t move. Clearly, the villain was nicely tied up, and… Apparently in a conversation with Izuku.

So, quite stealthy for someone like him, All Might joined the boat to eavesdrop on them. 

“Why… Why did you save me?! I tried to kill you and your party! I am the fucking boss who was supposed to make you game over!” 

Tomura was clearly surprised to be alive, and to have been saved by people who were supposed to be the same assholes who left him alone in that alley… Then, the green haired boy smiled, drenched in water. Tsuyu would have been faster, but Izuku moved on pure instinct. Then, Tsuyu grabbed them to pull them quickly to the surface.

“You needed help. That’s all. Also, when I play videogames, I prefer to play Paragon. Going the Renegade way can be fun, but… I prefer having good teammates.” 

Izuku pointed out, as Tomura could see his minions getting dunked on, as the teachers were now reaching the USJ, finishing the job. Kurogiri was nowhere to be found. Tomura looked dejected and defeated.

“... Sensei kept telling me I was special, unique.” 

“Yes, surprise, a big bad boss is a liar.” Mineta pointed out. Tsuyu glared at him, but herself had to admit the small boy had a very good point. Hell, she thought the same.

She simply didn’t say it.

“Shut up…” 

Izuku put his hand on Tomura’s shoulder… Trying to calm him down as Tomura grew agitated.

“I don’t know why you hate heroes. I don’t know you. But I saved you because that’s what a hero should do.” 

“...” Tomura stayed in his silence, not able to speak anymore, too lost in thought.

“Also, just throwing a wild idea there. I don’t know you or your past, but if I was a villain wanting to create a pawn, I would make sure he is in a desperate situation, so he would view me in a good light.” 

This time, everyone stared at Mineta who just spoke terrifying words, taking out his mask.

“What? I mean, that way, I would make him hate heroes, and I could just throw him like an attack dog at my enemies!” 

This actually made everyone think a lot about what he said, and why Mineta was to not be trifled with despite his size.

“Is… Is this kid your token evil teammate?” Tomura asked Izuku, who was staring at Mineta… Before nodding.

“I am happy Mineta isn’t a bad guy. I think he would be terrifying.” 

“Ribbit.” Tsuyu approved, as Mineta sighed, wondering why people thought it was weird and creepy. Just because he loved to imagine how to beat up the people who bullied him because of his appearance in highschool, didn’t mean he was creepy or dangerous! That was perfectly normal!

“Anyway… I think we shall leave to AllMight and the teacher this… Sensei issue, don’t you think ?” 

Everyone, minus Tomura, approved. Tomura, meanwhile, stayed silent… Before seeing his hands destroyed.

“Fuck. I am going to miss the event for the Wolfgirl today…” 

A man had his priority. Then Izuku smiled, and took out his phone. He could relate to being a huge nerd after all.

“Can you tell me your PIN code, so I can do it for you?” 

“...If I ever become an evil overlord, you shall be spared.” 

All-Might smiled, as this Tomura didn’t seem a lost cause yet. Merely… Misguided.

Good.

—--------

“Well, apparently Tomura failed. Well, this is barely a throwback on our schedule. Kurogiri? inform our dear Dabi he is now my heir.”

All For One sighed, as he drank some wine. Too bad, Tomura would have been so ironic. Oh well, no use crying about spilt milk. Beside…

Tomura wasn’t unique.

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Chapter 6 : Colossal Call-back.

Colossus was peacefully drinking his tea, while the rest of the meeting was erupting in panic as they learned All For One was 1) a thing - 2) alive - 3) the cause behind All-Might’s wounds.

Nedzu stared at his newest teacher and cleared his throat. 

“Colossus? An opinion on the subject? You don’t seem too surprised that someone survived without his head.” 

Colossus chuckled at the idea and put his drink down.

“Nedzu, I am friends with a few people who can do that. Hell, I don’t count Deadpool as a friend, but I have personally smashed his head a few times. Sadly, it doesn’t stop him for more than ten minutes.” 

“... What?” Everyone stared at the teacher, who was pretty much known as a teddy bear among the staff now. Colossus sighed, exasperated simply at remembering Deadpool having no concept of personal space and being too annoying.

“Deadpool is a special case, as he is functionally immortal and regenerates way faster than the Noumu. But I dare All-Might himself to stay in the same room as him for more than ten minutes, before Texas Smashing him.” 

Considering Colossus’ face, everyone wondered who this Deadpool was, and if he was truly that annoying.

Anyway, Colossus then followed up on the initial question.

“Also, considering most of my friends, my sister and myself have died at least once, honestly someone coming back to life isn’t that far-fetched. Hell, the last time my friend Logan died, Deadpool, for all of the shit he says, had a point when he refused to mourn him. He even pointed out he would be back before the end of the year, if the other times were used as a basis.” 

Everyone, trying to cope with the All For One issue, wanted a distraction from this existential crisis and were listening to Colossus. However, the more he spoke, the more they wanted to go back to their previous existential crisis.

“And was he right?” Aizawa had a morbid curiosity by that point.

“Logan actually came back a little after one year. So yes, having a big bad coming back is… quite common for me. Usually, we prefer to ask my sister if the bad guy is in Hell or not. If not, he is alive and will be coming back soon enough.” 

Everyone sighed while Colossus was quite jaded about the whole thing and All-Might cleared his throat. Time to go back to the meeting and what they should do.

“So we know that All For One is alive. However, we do have some aces in stock. Namely, we have three of them to deal with him.” 

Everyone stared at the giant blonde hero, who smiled, before pointing to himself. 

“Even weakened, I know I punched him in the brain. He is as badly, if not more wounded than I. If we find him, and I get some support, it shall be enough to dispatch him for good.

But we also have something All For One cannot predict or counter. We have Raspoutine.” 

Everyone raised an eyebrow, interested by what All-Might had to say, including Colossus. 

“The reason I didn’t bring back up the first time was because All For One can steal quirks on the fly. He also has an uncanny ability to detect traps, ambushes and things like that. I think it’s some kind of quirk radar. As he wanted to steal my quirk, he was forced to face me, but each time I tried to have some ‘unplanned’ back-up thanks to Nedzu and Nighteye, he seemed to detect that and didn’t show up.” 

“And your point is?” Sniped asked, curious about All-Might's plan.

“Colossus here doesn’t have a quirk. Aizawa, stop me if I am wrong, but you cannot erase Colossus’ ability?” 

Aizawa saw All-Might’s smile and he nodded. The dumbass had a point, and he could see what he wanted to say:

“Colossus would be invisible to him, or appear as quirkless. Considering he is pretty much on par with you, if only slower…” 

Colossus knew what was coming and he smiled. Maybe it was fate after all. “I would be happy to be there and help you finish him off.” 

The staff suddenly felt reassured about everything… But the giant of steel wanted to know something about this All For One. Colossus raised a hand and asked simply.

“While I am against the death penalty, and I try as often as possible to take the villain alive… Why don’t you have someone to snipe him from afar?” 

He lived a few years in the USA after all, and people like Thor or Logan were extremely direct in how they disposed of threats.

“We tried that actually. All For One has a quirk that makes things decelerate proportionally to their initial velocity,” Nedzu said, before everyone stared at him for something easier to understand, which made the rat sigh, “Things that go too fast get brutally stopped 2 m around him. He also has an anti-explosion quirk, probably based on humidity or things like that. Honestly, he actually covered his ass pretty well for a human.” 

Midnight, however, was not someone dumb, or one who forgot about details. “What is our third ace then?” 

Nedzu glared at All-Might, who was suddenly sweating profusely, while something clicked in Colossus’ mind. All-Might watching Midoriya’s test with apprehension. All-Might wanting to know exactly how Colossus trained him… Or even how Izuku’s strength was quite high for his age. Incredibly high. Almost All-Might like if the video of the entrance exam was real.

“... Midoriya is your secret love child and has your quirk, and once he is fully mature, he will be able to finish the job.” 

Everyone stared at Colossus, while Nedzu facepalmed and All-Might sweated even bigger drops. Apparently, the russian was right on the target, and had a face of horror upon the realization of what was going on.

“You had a bastard with a married woman?!” Aizawa said incredulously as, while not All-Might’s biggest fan, he still respected the hero… Well until now, “Because I also know for sure his dad left soon after he was born and his mom never had support!” The last part being the reason for everyone's anger in the room.

All-Might, seeing the misunderstanding, flailed his weak arms to explain himself :“Wait, no, that’s not what happened!” 

“Disgusting!” Midnight said, to Colossus’ surprise and pleasure, with a face reflecting her word and pulling out the whip, as All-Might turned into Small Might, bleeding profusely from his mouth. Apparently, for all of her R+18 persona, the woman had very clear standards. 

“No! I didn’t! My quirk is transferable!” All Might had to yell, before the situation escalated further.

All teachers stared with high suspicion the #1, while Nedzu did a second facepalm. Then, and only then, did he take another cup of tea. Sometimes, he wondered why humans weren’t logical. Well, time to stop Yagi to say more stupid things : 

“Yagi is a virgin. He is terminally incapable of seeing a woman trying to make a move on him, even if she had a neon sign inviting him to give her a litter of mini-Yagi. While his claim is absurd, it is actually the truth. His quirk is transferable and Izuku Midoriya is his new holder.” 

Toshinori wiped the blood from his mouth before adding, “While Miss Midoriya is a very fine woman, I am pretty sure she still has her husband in mind, considering she keeps reminding me he is dead and she is alone to take care of Izuku when she invites me for our bi-weekly lunch.” Considering Toshinori giving a sigh of disheartenment, everyone in the room realized Nedzu was telling the truth. Also, by now, they knew Toshinori was quite an idiot on some fields.

Midnight had to be sure though. Surely no one could be that dense, right? “Yagi? Do you have lunch with only the two of you?” 

“Well, yes! I then take some time to help her do some grocery runs! She also tried once to make me rest by going to see a movie with her, why?” 

“By Lenine… Even my metal form is less dense than you, Yagi.” 

Midnight grumbled, thinking about her temptations and had both Midnight and Kayama to woo the russian, “.. Says the one who fails to react at my attempts to seduce him.” 

Colossus raised an eyebrow, and looked at her, “Oh, no, I totally see them. I am not interested, that’s not the same. Besides, I prefer to spend time with my friend Kayama. Can’t wait for our next date. I couldn’t hope for a better person to spend time with.” 

Mic warned the staff beforehand about the situation, “to not kill Midnight’s romantic opportunity” officially. Everyone knew it was also because it was extremely fun to watch her with the most confused face in the world because of Colossus’ words. Nedzu, meanwhile, was unsure if Colossus was doing the most elaborate prank he ever saw or if he was also a dumbass.

“Ok, so, Toshinori isn’t Izuku’s dad despite Miss Midoriya’s attempts.” Aizawa said, part amused but mainly tired by this shit.

“HEY!” 

“Yagi, she is really trying. Next time, try holding her hand and see what happens. Now. We have to train Midoriya so he can use his quirk at full strength in case we don’t find All For One in time or if Colossus goes back to his home dimension.” 

Colossus coughed, as he hadn’t thought that far. Unless a member of the X-Men found him, he was “trapped” here indefinitely. Dimensional travel was hard, unless you were Mr Fantastic or Dr Doom after all. Or his sister or Dr Strange.

“To be fair, if I can go back to my home dimension, I will ask the X-Men to give us a hand. We have more than a few telepaths or people who are expert at tracking villains.” 

He was pretty sure Wolverine would love to give a hand, Laura too, and maybe Jean and Scott could be convinced to help. Magik would be easy, she owed him that much… She owed him more. It was weird for him to care more about his situation than the team but… When he looked at the staff, he saw good people. He didn’t know them well enough yet to call them friends, but… 

While Nedzu was wrapping up the meeting, Colossus smiled at the teachers: 

Yagi was an idiot, but the good kind, and he was willing to learn to be better at what he did.

Aizawa was jaded and hurt by life, but not a bad man. He needed to heal before being at his best.

Mic was extremely loud, but kind and well-meaning.

Snipe was an America fan, but otherwise he tried to care for the kids and was quite no-nonsense about missions from what he saw about the meetings.

Cementoss was a quiet friend and a good teacher.

Midnight was… Something. She was a bit overbearing, but she was also taking his remarks to improve herself, and the man was surprised at himself by enjoying her company when she wasn’t flirting.

Colossus smiled at the meeting, admitting to himself. He actually liked it. This place, this universe. He was needed and he had a purpose here.

Also, U.A. was way quieter than the X-Men daily struggle : They got attacked only once! In a month!

—--------

Meanwhile in Krakoa, Magik was now very frustrated. No one had seen her brother for quite some time now. The only intel she had was from some Russian mutants, who were rescued by Colossus fighting the Winter Guard. Considering how her brother was hated by the Russian Government, they would have made a show about his capture… Either that, or they were using him as a base material.

However, despite holding the rank of a Captain, Magik wasn’t allowed to check on her brother.

“Despite Colossus being a good friend, we simply don’t have the time to dispatch a team to locate him.” 

Fucking Beast. If only Mc Coy didn’t seem smug while saying that… So, when X-Force refused, Magik tried to bring the issue to the Quiet Council.

The motion was refused by a loud majority: Apocalypse actually wanted to rescue his former horseman, as he could bring excellent genes to the Island. Emma voted yes as he was literally the one X-Men you could always trust but everyone else voted no. 

All for the same reason: no resources to spare and they couldn’t risk a war with Russia. Also, because Sinister was an asshole. 

The blonde magician could only hope her big brother was fine, wherever he was.

—-------

Toshinori was sitting in front of a bound Tomura. The young adult had his hands broken. After a lot of surgery, it had been decided to keep his hands locked in some artist gloves to prevent him from using his quirk, even if they were broken. As far as they knew, his quirk could actually decay any solid thing he touched.

“I don’t want to speak to you.” 

Toshinori sighed looking at Tomura, who profusely hated him for reasons he didn’t understand. Well actually, he understood, but he was troubled to see how All For One managed to damage Tenko Shimura’s sanity.

“I am sorry, Tomura.” 

Both of them stayed silent, contemplating the other, while Toshinori took a pouch of soup and drank it. Excellent. Inko was an awesome chef and he really needed to ask her if she was trying to seduce him. Because it was working. 

Tomura sighed, defeated, as All Might clearly didn’t have anything better to do than stay here in front of him.

“Why are you even here?” 

“Because All For One dragged you into our battle. You shouldn’t have to suffer for our fight. That’s why I am sorry. If I hadn’t respected Nana’s wish, I could have prevented that.” 

Tomura sneered at the name, “Ah, yes. The hero who decided that working was more important than having a family.” 

“...” Yagi looked at the broken person, who had his whole mindset remodeled since he was young, “No she did it in the hope to protect them from All For One, after he killed her husband.” 

Tomura raised an eyebrow, before groaning.

“Sensei must have had a good reason!”

“Sorry Tomura, but Sensei is an asshole. I swear he will pay for what he did to you. He once told me his whole reason was because he liked comic books!”

Tomura didn’t like the subject and decided to ignore anything the man said from now on… Besides, he actually remembered Sensei and he knew he loved way too much comic books. That was actually totally possible.

“Oh, and Midoriya wanted me to tell you he managed to get you that wolfgirl you wanted.” 

This instantly peaked Tomura’s curiosity, like a child. Truly, All For One had done everything in his power to make him as child-like and malleable as possible. However, while he hated All-Might, maybe Izuku could, possibly, bond with the kid. Empathy was probably a bigger power than delivering a megaton punch.

“I knew that boy was a good one!” 

“He is a good one, yes. His first instinct when he sees people in danger is to save them.” 

Tomura grumbled a bit, as Sensei’s education made him hate heroes… But he was also grateful for Izuku. All Might smiled at the young criminal still in a hospital bed.

“Do you want to maybe speak to him? I can arrange that.” 

“... I would prefer him to you, yes.” 

Toshinori nodded, standing up. Before closing the door, he stared a last time at the young adult, who was a mere pawn for a malevolent force that didn’t care about him.

“You want me to set the TV on a channel?” 

“... Disney would be nice, thank you.” 

—------

Meanwhile, in the Bar Without Name, Dabi’s new HQ.

“So, you are Kurogiri, right?” 

Dabi was drinking some whisky, numbing the pain from his stitches and burnt skin for a short duration. As planned All For One named him his new heir. Both of them knew there was no love between them, though Dabi did respect the man.

“Yes, young master Todo…” 

Flames almost hit the Noumu, who stared at it, before pulling out the extinguisher. Suddenly, Tomura’s decaying seemed almost endearing. At least, decaying was easier to stop, and a vacuum cleaner cost less than an extinguisher.

“I don’t want to be called by that name! Ever!” 

“Very well, master Dabi. What can I do for you today?” 

Dabi, his feet on another seat, was wondering the same for a second, before smiling at having an idea.

“Sensei said I could have a gift for my promotion, right?” 

“Indeed. You have a wish, then? Maybe an attack on Endeavor’s house?” 

Smart zombie. He truly knew his file, didn’t he? But Dabi wasn’t a fool. He wanted to kill Endeavor, and while a surprise attack would kill everyone in his family and make his father regret even thinking about them… Endeavor would take him down soon after. He needed a team. Ruthless killers he could trust.

“I want my old squad from the HPSC.” 

“Miss Seijin won’t be happy. Especially as you already forced her to become the new HPSC president by killing Miss Tobita.” 

All because Miss Tobita, as the new HPSC President after Nagant shot the previous one, actually tried her best to reform the HPSC and make it not corrupt. Then, she tried to shut-down Seijin Nomin’s program. Sadly for her, All For One taught his daughter how to dispose of annoying people and Dabi was the one used for the job.

“But if it is Sensei’s order, she will have no other choice but to comply, to not be a naughty girl.” 

Kurogiri sighed, as the young leader had a point after all. Miss Seijin knew better than to disobey her dad.

“Very well, I shall transmit your demand. Is it everything you wanted?” 

Dabi thought about the situation and spoke softly… “No. I want to announce my arrival. So… Kurogiri? Once you have my team, I want the address of the #3,” Dabi smiled madly, as he remembered everything that happened before, and everything he had planned to burn this society to ashes, “We are going to kill Thunderbolt!” 

—-------

“So… How was school?” Fuyumi asked during dinner, as everyone was there. She still hadn’t had the time to go check their father’s story but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and at least try to give him an opportunity to speak… Or at least hear his children and learn more about them.

“It was fine. I got two friends. They are nice girls,” Shouto said in his usual cold tone, except his family could see him smile faintly, “I have also learned to fear what I cannot see. It can be dangerous.” 

Endeavor smiled a bit at that one, as it was indeed something he learned early in his career. 

“Good. I am happy you have friends. You think you will…” Enji almost said to invite them home, before thinking about how Shouto would react about it… “Go outside with them?” 

Natsuo and Fuyumi nodded, so Enji thought he actually did say something correct, for once. Shouto looked at his father, and shook his head, disproving him quickly.

“I can’t. Saturday is training, remember?” 

Enji didn’t miss the poison in Shouto’s words. He was right. Usually, Saturdays were for training …

Colossus’ words about knowing more about his children came to his mind and he made an impulsive decision, hoping it was the good one.

“No training. Go have fun.” 

All of his children stared at him, as if Endeavor said that he supported the CRC agenda about exterminating all mutants. He could actually see where they were coming from and couldn't hold it against them.

“I think I might have misheard?” Shouto wanted to be sure he didn’t. Seriously.

“Go. Have fun.” Enji dropped 30,000 yen and gave it to Shouto.

Shouto looked at the money and took it silently.

After that, the meal continued with a shocked but good silence.

Later that evening, when Endeavor was alone in his bedroom, he heard someone knocking.

“Enter.” 

Unsurprisingly, it was Natsuo, who still looked at him with disgust. To be fair, it was his look by default for his father.

“You know it won’t fix everything, right?” 

Enji looked at his second son, and shook his head silently.

“I don’t even hope he will ever like me.” 

“Good.” 

Then, the young adult slammed the door, leaving his dad alone with his regret.

“... I am sorry.” 

Enji looked at an old picture framed on the wall, from an older and happier time.

“I shouldn’t have made them bear my redemption.” 

This secret… The true sin in the Todoroki family… He would take it with him in his grave. The kids didn’t have to be #1 to atone, like he wanted to do.

This was his own cross to bear.

However, considering Natsuo's relationship with that mouse girl… He will have to come clean about it, won't he? 

He will have to explain to his children why they must never have children with anyone whose quirk can empower their family’s flame.

—---------

“Do me another set, girls! We need you to be fit and strong!” 

“Boys, I want you to punch that bag for another ten minutes!” 

Teens from both Hero classes were in this special class, and currently going through hell. Midnight, Colossus, Vlad and an outside coach, Yagi, were training them. Each of them had their own specialty : Colossus was teaching the students with the ability to overpower their enemy, how to do it safely for them and their target. Midnight was teaching the students how to do silent takedowns. Vlad meanwhile was teaching the emitters how to focus better on their abilities to pinpoint accurate attacks… But the most fearsome was the skeleton man, who was smiling kindly, but his body program was one of the most intensive any of them ever followed.

Even Shouto was somehow thinking it was harder than his dad’s training, but thanks to it he was one of the few people who managed to follow to the end the program assigned to him. The other few were Izuku, who apparently knew Yagi as he was the one who trained his body, Tooru, as apparently the training was extremely similar to a fitness training she was already following, Itsuka Kendo, Yui Kodai and Katsuki. 

Everyone else, including powerhouses like Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, were on the floor begging to be killed when they couldn’t move anymore.

“Yagi? Your training is properly scary.”

Colossus wasn't a stranger to hardcore training, but even he was actually impressed by the present result. He knew their base body was above most of his mankind, but to that extent…

“You think so? When I was their age, I did the same training. Young Midoriya has done the same training for the past year too after all.” 

Yagi was obviously proud of Izuku, as if he was his own son. Katsuki glared at his comrade, and grumbled. So that was how Izuku thought he could be a quirkless hero? That was… an adequate way, and his quirk was only the icing on the cake. 

Still, he couldn’t allow himself to be outpaced by him! If Izuku followed this training, the least he could do was to follow the same!

Meanwhile, Midnight smiled as she joined Colossus to correct some of the kids’ fighting stance. 

“My, my. And people thought you were just a cute mass of muscle.” She said not far from him, correcting Asui’s form for a kick. If she was going to use her legs, she needed to take into account her own bodily shape and not follow the same style as the others, “When actually, you know many techniques with these fingers of yours.” 

“Midnight…” Colossus sighed before he saw the woman smirking, apparently happy to get a reaction out of him.

“I obviously meant about your Jiu-jitsu and Judo technique. I saw how you place your finger to maximize the throw. Did you think of something else?” 

Colossus narrowed his eyes at her comment, while some of the students got her earlier innuendo, and were wondering if it was on purpose or not.

“Thanks. Lots of practice.” 

“Tell me about it, I know a lot about close-contact.” 

“Midnight…” 

“I am third dan in Karate and I practiced for a few years Muy Thai. I also followed intensive training in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.” Midnight said with a smile, before leaving Colossus clearly surprised by the revelation. Damn, that woman was quite serious about the job indeed. 

Then he smiled, as he actually liked that side of her, this seriousness under the silliness and the apparent horniness. Not that he was ever going to tell her, but it was amusing to have some verbal quip with her like that.

Yagi and Vlad, meanwhile, were observing the interaction from outside. Yagi whispered to Vlad: “Couple before the end of the semester.” 

“Your bet is noted. Welcome to the Pool, Yagi.” 

UA’s pool about students and teachers relationship was a huge one in UA, All-Might knowing it thanks to Torino. Apparently he made Torino a huge fortune, as he bet against his student, saying he would not notice any crushes on him. As if any girl had a crush on him at that time! He was just another boy at that time, and girls all had problems speaking to him, meaning he must have been very intimidating. More than once, when asking what was wrong, girls would even faint!

“... Is there one about me and Miss Midoriya?” 

“You can’t be aware of any bet on your person, Yagi.” 

There was one, and Colossus was excluded from it, considering he was actually telling Yagi to act on her proposition. 

Yagi narrowed his eyes and the 1-B teacher laughed, before everyone clapped in their end.

“Students, the exercise will finish after the next set! Go!” 

All of them groaned in pain, except Izuku and a few other hot-headed students. 

Truly, they were having a good time.

“... Also, is there a bet about how long before Colossus notices Kayama and Midnight are the same person?” 

“Yep.”

“I say 4 months.” 

Both of them laughed, as Colossus and Midnight were actually exchanging advice on pinning and strangling techniques. Yes, of course Midnight did include many innuendos, but Colossus let her as her advice was very sound.

“Also… Midnight? Can I ask you for some advice?” 

“On another thing? Sure, shoot Superman.” Midnight said while laughing a bit.

“See, I was wondering if you knew a good spot for a date. It is with a female friend, and I would like to know If you have any ideas.” 

“... A female friend?” 

“Yes, her name is Kayama. Considering how close you are with Mic and Eraser, I thought you might know her and what she likes.” 

Suddenly, Midnight was yelling internally, as Colossus was now planning something for her. Note to herself: cancel her plans to just hole up in the library to read some novels.

“Try to bring her to the cinema? I know there is a movie she wanted to see.” 

“Thanks! If I could have the name, I would owe you one!” 

Damn that pure hearted and airhead himbo is too sexy for his own good. 

“Oh, it’s a remastered version of an old movie, which had a very complicated history but influenced all of scifi before the Dawn of Quirk. Dune, by Alejandro Jodorowsky.” 

Colossus stopped for a second, staring at Nemuri, before grabbing her to ask her in private, not noticing her blush. He seemed extremely serious, before popping the question.

“Are you serious? This movie exist here?!” 

“... It isn't the case in your home dimension?” 

He shook his head, and Nemuri smiled at him, knowing Colossus was a huge movie fan now. To be fair, the movie influenced pretty much all of the Sci Fi afterward. 

She added, “Then, perfect second date, isn’t it?” 

Colossus smiled at her, and thanked her profusely. Now, she had a few days to learn everything about what the movie did for the cinema industry in her dimension to have a wonderful chat with Colossus about it!

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Chapter 7: Colossal Cooldown

Colossus dressed happily for this Saturday, as he was going to have another date with Nemuri. He couldn’t wait to speak more with her about how different the evolution of the seventh art was from his homeworld. Because, if the movie they were going to see was as awesome as he expected, it could have flipped over cinema history.

Also, he appreciated spending time in her company, to be totally honest. He wondered if he could ask her to spend some time at the Sport Festival with him. Watching kids punching each other was going to be fun in a very special way after all.

—----

“So… How is it going with Piotr?” 

Hizashi didn’t have his shit-eating grin, for once, as Midnight was actually blushing in her apartment. Hizashi, living next door, was happy to help her when she needed it. After all, he owed her that much. So, this time, he was seriously helping her, with some books about how some movies influenced history, and how impacting Dune was. 

“I hope it is going well. I mean… It has been only a month, you know, since he is here. We are going out often, but I fear that…” 

“You fear you might fall into the friendzone?” 

Nemuri’s sigh was all he needed as an answer, and he nodded. Hizashi had the same issue with his crush, a woman who was a part-time singer in a jazz bar he liked to visit. Nemuri knew about it because she was also a regular there, and she actively tried to set them up. 

“Maybe you should try a more advanced tactic, you know, to seduce him.” Hizashi pointed, making Midnight blush, as she had a guess on her friend’s idea.

“You don’t mean… That?” 

“Nemuri, sometimes, I wonder how the hell you function.” Hizashi truly meant it. How could Midnight go from making a lot of innuendo in her Hero Persona, to someone who could blush heavily while reading romance novels, was something he had a hard time understanding.

“WEIRDLY, I KNOW! BUT TELL ME ANY OF US WHO FUNCTIONS NORMALLY?!” 

“... You have a point. I mean, we all know what Lunch Rush, for example, does in his free time.” 

“And we agreed to not speak about it.” 

Both nodded, not wanting to dwell more on that. Most professional heroes had coping mechanisms and they had a yearly review with the HPSC to make sure they were still functional. While some might think of them as glorified policemen, most people didn’t seem to remember that Heroes were also to intervene in situations the army could intervene too.

It was a stressful job.

“... Nemuri, do the thing to seduce Piotr during your date. I think it might go well.” 

Midnight sighed, as her friend had a point: if she didn’t act more boldly, the situation would go nowhere.

“... On a side note, how well do you think Toshinori is doing with Miss Midoriya?” 

“I hope he is doing well. Let’s be honest, we all saw how he is trying to be a doting father to Izuku outside of class. Also, Inko does seem to have a crush on him too.” 

“Also, I think Miss Midoriya might just jump on him if he is oblivious for too long.” 

Both nodded, happy to have the same conclusion.

—------------

“So… Miss Midoriya…” Toshinori was extremely unused to that thing called dating. Being a hero was literally his life, and his free time was either training, doing extra patrol, or helping in NGO. He never had a true personal life, “Can I call you Inko? I mean, if it is alright with you, of course.” 

Inko smiled at All-Might, beaming with happiness. Finally, the tall man accepted to be on a first name basis with her!

“Of course, Toshinori!”

She held back a snark about how it was only the 36 times she tried to get him to call her Inko, so he would understand a bit better she was into him. Yes, the man looked a bit like a skeleton. However, he was actually physically fit, he was caring, and had a lot of knowledge on various subjects that he apparently learned on the job…

Sure, he was a bit older than her, but he felt like a young puppy sometimes. And honestly, it was nice to have him home.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure that we were that close yet.” 

We would be closer if you let me do it, Inko thought very hard. She even sent Izuku on an errand this afternoon, so they could have the apartment to themselves. 

“I mean, my colleagues say you are probably trying to seduce me, but I am sure a woman as fine as you can do bet… What? Did I say something wrong?” 

Inko stopped Toshinori’s speech by grabbing his tie, and pulling him toward her. Maybe she underestimated this man's ability to be incredibly dumb (and cute).

“I don’t know. Do I want to do better though?” She then says, her eyes locked with his in a very, very close distance. 

At this moment, Toshinori’s various alerts in his mind triggered, not knowing what was the procedure, especially as his main one was out of question.

All-Might was pretty sure that Izuku, bless his heart, would kill him if he Texas Smashed his mother.

Truly, nothing could make the situation even weirder!

“Miss Midoriya, I am not sure…” 

“You know, you keep calling me like that, but my former husband is dead. You can use my maiden name, you know?” Inko smiled with a pure heart at All-Might, who was sweating even more.

“And it is…?” 

“Shimura, of course. I think it went beautifully with my mom’s name, Nana.” 

Toshinori considered the pros and the con of buffing up to escape the situation of being pushed down on the couch by a person that might have been his mentor’s daughter and who was also his disciple’s mom.

The fact Inko was still holding his necktie didn’t help. All-Might tried to say something, but that’s when Inko whispered to his ear.

“Don’t worry. Izuku won’t be back home for a few hours.” 

All-Might was now wondering if he should scream in panic and run or kiss Inko and accept his fate.

Then, he decided to follow his heart.

—------

Somewhere at UA, Izuku was using the school facilities to actually train on how to fight, under Aizawa’s supervision. 

Then, he suddenly smiled without reason, before getting kicked in his face by his teacher.

“Your guard, Midoriya. What distracted you?” 

“I don’t know, sir. I felt as if I just obtained the ultimate All-Might collectible and didn’t know it yet.” 

Aizawa stared at the kid, and wondered what the legendary Gran Torino, the patron saint of grumpy UA teachers, would have done. 

Then he nodded, and kicked Izuku in the face, again.

“DODGE!” 

It was either going to be very therapeutic for Aizawa, or make Izuku good at dodging, so honestly? A Win-Win situation. 

If Izuku was here, though, it was for a good reason. As Colossus pointed out in the early sessions about how to throw a punch or how to do a Sonic Clap, you needed to learn how your body moved. 

Izuku had an amazing foundation for his body, thanks to All-Might's fitness training. However, Izuku had the fighting instinct of a capybara: he was friend-shaped, and didn’t know how to dodge, estimate his enemy position, how to counter, feint, or do a barrel roll.

Meanwhile, while All-Might was an incredible fighter, his teaching skills were not yet good enough to let him teach Izuku. So, Nedzu worked out a two-part additional training for the young heir.

The first part would be Colossus giving extra lessons on how to deal with a superior strength, by teaching Midoriya how to paint with his quirk activated, and the second part would be Aizawa, as he had actual excellent hand to hand skill. Besides, considering the body type, Izuku was better suited for a style like Aizawa, with an emphasis on speed and mobility, rather than Colossus and All-Might’s brutal style.

At the very least, Izuku had an impressive pain tolerance, considering he kept getting back up, despite Aizawa punching him strongly, so he would be ready in real life.

“... What kind of training did you have to get that good at taking hits?”

“Oh! Kacchan helped since we were five. He used his explosion and I was supposed to block.” There was a beat after Izuku’s statement on that one.

“... I thought All-Might gave you your quirk before the entrance exam.” Aizawa asked, despite fearing the answer he would likely get. 

“He did.” Izuku said with a meek smile, while Aizawa felt the headache coming.

“... Did Rasputin…” Now, Aizawa was seeing why Colossus did act immediately that day, as he clearly saw more to Katsuki’s yelling than he did.

“Kacchan has a therapy session about anger management with Hound Dog, and I have one too after your lesson, sir.” Izuku knew what the man was going to ask, and did what Hound Dog told him to do, “And Hound wants to see you after me. He told me he was authorized to contact Joke for some help if you tried to dodge your session again.” 

Aizawa groaned, knowing that if his wife knew, he would sleep in the bathroom for two weeks. Not efficient.

“So… You are just going to train today? I can ask some of the older students to supervise you afterward.”

Izuku shook his head, before pulling out a groceries list bigger than him.

“My mom asked me a few things before coming home, with specific stores.” 

Aizawa whistled at Inko’s wits, knowing that completing the list would take Izuku the rest of his day. Nice done, lady. Toshinori wasn’t going to escape.

“You are a good kid. now you have only one thing to do.” Aizawa said with a kind smile, as Izuku beamed at him.

“What, sir?” 

“DODGE!” 

Izuku got thrown into the wall by Aizawa’s surprise attack. Seriously, it was extremely therapeutic. Could he schedule Bakugou too?

—-------

Meanwhile, Shouto was at the mall, waiting for Tooru and Mina. Both girls wanted to teach him the joy of being a real teenager, and considering the money he got from Endeavor, Shouto had the means to have a great day.

Suddenly, he felt two hands on his face, covering his eyes.

“Guess who ~?”

“... Tooru? You are invisible and your hands don’t hide what I can see.” Shouto said, calmly, as he was still learning things like showing emotions or playing along with other people’s jokes.

Tooru sighed before joining him. Indeed, they had a lot of work coming up their alley.

“We only need to have Mina, and we will then go to some place. Probably hit the cinema, a restaurant, do some shopping…” 

Shouto nodded at the ideas, and pulled out the money, Tooru turning silent.

“My dad told me to have fun and go wild… For once.” 

“Well, I know money can’t solve trauma, but that’s a start. I guess this is your treat then?”

“Isn’t that normal, considering you are helping me?” 

“Shouto… Friends help each other. They don’t use tabs to do that, except if they loan a huge amount of money, and that’s usually a good way to ruin a friendship.” 

Tooru had a small amount of bitterness in her voice, while saying that, and Shouto pressed a bit.

“It happened to you?”

“Yep! Loaned 800 yen to a ‘friend’ before she said she never saw me giving it to her.” 

This actually made Shouto smile a bit before Tooru locked his head in her powerful arms, playfully.

“Hey! You dumped part of your traumatic backstory on me! I have the right to do the same!” 

“Already playing together, huh?” Mina said, joining them by hugging them both at the same time, “Well, Shouto, I hope you are ready for your best day ever!” 

“Tooru filled me in. I have the money.” Shouto said, and Mina smiled with all of her teeths.

“So you are going to be a gentleman and pay for everything?”

“Mina!” 

“That was the idea. Besides, it is my father’s money. Not mine.” 

All three of them smiled, before deciding to go see a movie, to finely begin the day.

—-------

Not far from them, in the waiting line to buy a ticket, Nemuri was with Colossus, appreciating his presence. The russian being significantly taller and larger than most non-mutant helped to find him easily in the mall. 

As for herself, she decided to wear a dress, for once, with a cute beret. She had a goal for today’s date, and dammit, she was going to fulfill it!

“I am so excited to see that movie!” 

Also, it was kind of cute to see Colossus being so excited to see this long old movie. However, considering what he told her about the movie, it was legitimate. After all, in her dimension, the Alien saga came out later than in his dimension. It was still a huge success, but a lot of things happened differently as a result. As an example, the second opus wasn’t realized by Cameron, but by another person named Carpenter, turning the movie into something even more horrific. 

Star Wars came a bit later too, and actually while the original trilogy was pretty much the same as what Colossus remembered, the Prelogy was vastly better in her universe. 

Honestly, a lot changed, because of one movie. One movie showed that people would dig long and powerful space operas.

Still, Nemuri wanted a bit more, to use a special seduction technique on Piotr, to grab his attention. So, while the lane moved, she used the technique #34 in the latest magazine she bought. 

She tripped. The purpose was very simple: if the man was attentive enough he would catch her back before she fell and she would have a good answer to latch on his arm… Or the man missed the opportunity, and Nemuri would have the perfect opportunity to catch his arms to “not fall”.

Of course, Piotr saw her tripping, though he wondered on what. So, of course, the huge russian put his muscular arms to rescue the damsel in distress, and caught her against him. Nemuri, of course, smiled at him, holding back her purring as she could actually feel his body against her.

The funniest part of the situation? Clearly the fact Colossus was trying to look away, to hide a visible blush. Yes! Success! 

“Thank you Piotr!” 

“It’s nothing, Nemuri… Seriously.” 

“Mmmh mmh… However, there are a lot of people. So… How about we… Hold hands? You know, to not lose each other?” 

It was totally not because she wanted to hold his hand and make him understand subtlety; he might have an opportunity for some romance, if he wanted… One day. Maybe.

She wasn’t going to push further, to be honest. 

Without a word, Colossus grabbed and intertwined his fingers with Nemuri’s. It was nice to feel her hands, and how she had artist hands. Soft fingers, long, and she actually smells a bit like painting, his favorite perfume.

They totally failed the spot check, leaving the three students that were Shouto, Tooru and Mina witnessing the event and squealing.

Well, Tooru and Mina, Shouto was just beginning to theorize a lot.

“Do you think their spats at school are to hide the fact they date?” Shouto proposed, not knowing everything, but simply facts.

“That would explain so much! Such as why he still accepts to pose for her and the class for arts!” 

“Hell, I can see why. They look good together!”

“Now, I wonder who else is also going out in the staff?” 

Now Shouto was smiling, truely. The girls quickly discovered why, with a passion: Turns out he had his own theories about a few couples among the school, including one about Midoriya being All-Might’s hidden son. 

When you thought about that, conspiracy theories were just gossip wearing fancier clothes, after all. 

—----------

Fuyumi had a way less fun day than her little brother: since her job actually took a lot of time during the week, she wasn’t able to meet their mother until today.

Now, the visit was going to be awkwarder than usual, considering she was going to ask if her dead big brother had tried to kill her youngest brother. 

“Ma’am Todoroki? Your daughter is here for you.” 

When Fuyumi entered her mom’s room; she couldn’t help but notice how it was actually closer to a hotel room than what you would expect from a sanatorium. Though, to be fair, Enji probably asked for nothing less than the best for her.

“Fuyumi! It has been such a long time!” 

Her mom, seemingly so fragile, was suddenly filled with life and happiness, before hugging her lovely daughter. The Todoroki daughter answered in kind, appreciating her warm embrace.

“I was surprised when you asked to meet me… Is everything okay at home?” Rei didn’t have a lot of contact after all. Enji tried to avoid coming unless necessary, doctors forbade Shouto to come, and Natsuo… Natsuo was also a ball of complicated feelings.

“That’s… Something that is improving but not perfect. However, mom, we… need to speak about Touya.” Fuyumi knew that sometimes, you needed to be direct, and damn it, she was a Todoroki. Though choice was something daily for them!

However, she quickly discovered her question quickly made her mom pale. Which was logical, if she was still grieving her son but… There was something more in her attitude. Something she was fearing.

“...What do you mean, darling?” 

“We… Discovered that, apparently, Touya tried to kill Shouto when we were younger. That Touya had… How to say it kindly… Episodes?” 

Rei inhaled, and chills ran over her body, before she sat down on the bed. Fuyumi joined her, pulling her mom against her, in a hug.

“... Enji was supposed to not tell you about it. So you would keep a good memory about him.” 

“Dad didn’t tell us anything. We… spied on him.” 

This got her a stare from her mom, before Rei cried a bit, feelings from the bottom of her soul resurfacing.

“... It wasn’t truly his fault. We… We didn’t know about the Blue Flame at that time.” 

Touya’s quirk? What was the link with everything?

“...Mom?”

“What did Enji tell you about your grandpa?” 

“... That he dunked your dad so hard on the ground when he offered to sell you to him, he almost killed him?” 

This memory apparently made Rei smile meekly, before she shook her head.

“The other one. His father.” 

“... Nothing?” 

Her mom sighed, before hugging her daughter more.

“He was a horrible man. Very powerful and horrible. His flames were blue too and… Apparently, each descendant of his who inherited blue flame, got his psychopathy at the same time.” 

This actually chilled Fuyumi inside her bones.

“What?”

“We didn’t know at that time, of course. Touya was the first. So… Please. Don’t blame Enji on this. We were both unprepared. But Touya was always… Unstable. We had a cat. Until we didn’t anymore.” Rei tried to explain, something in her throat almost making her puke.

“Oh god…” 

“The more Touya used his quirk, the more it burned not only his body… But part of his soul.”

Fuyumi legitimately thought her mother was indeed a bit mad as what she was saying didn’t make any sense… But part of her was also fearful, because it actually made sense.

“So… Dad didn’t want to train him anymore because it was dangerous on every level?” 

Rei sighed, while she stopped the hug.

“Enji has qualities. Communication isn’t one of them.”

Fuyumi winced at that one. It was a fucking understatement.

“Because honestly, at this point Shouto thinks he is the product of a quirk marriage so… Yes, Dad needs to be clear about that.” 

Then, Fuyumi saw her mom's face, a bit red and with a shade of discomfort. The young woman pinched her nose and stared at her mom.

“Mom? Explanation?” 

“Well, it is technically a quirk marriage, though it was also out of love. Enji decided to not date someone that could strengthen his fire quirk, as an example, a woman with a mutant quirk related to lizards, salamanders… Or a woman with a fire resistance quirk.” 

Fuyumi nodded, as she pointed out to Shouto that even if their father wanted children with a perfect quirk, Enji wasn’t dumb and would have picked a better mate than their mom. Statistically speaking, there was less than 10% to have the perfect combination considering their quirk. 

“So, is it a quirk marriage to avoid strengthening his quirk ? That’s… certainly a thing.” 

Rei nodded, before smiling meekly.

“That and of course when he learned that my father tried to sell me. So…” 

Fuyumi saw her mom, staring at her favorite flower in a pot.

“Mom. I am trying to make sure the boys don’t kill each other in your absence. However, while it does give a new light to everything, it won’t be enough for them to have a loving relationship.” 

Rei nodded, before suddenly feeling very tired.

“Yes, yes. I know. I also have my cross to bear in that one.”

“Mom!” 

“It’s true! I was too weak to stop Touya from training! I was too gentle when he tried to burn Shouto!” Rei shouted, before feeling her strength vanishing, “Enji was the #2. What was he supposed to do, retire?” 

“No,” Fuyumi spoke without hesitation, remembering the Teacher’s words, “He should have delegated more. Come home more often. Children aren’t raised by only one parent, but two. If Dad had been there, you wouldn’t have to do all of that.” 

The #2’s wife began to slowly weep in her daughter’s arms, hearing words she didn’t know she needed. Meanwhile Fuyumi was also wondering how she was supposed to explain all of that to her family…

Being the eldest sucked, and if Touya was alive, she would german-suplex him for making her shoulder his responsibility.

—------

“Boss? Are you okay?” Kurogiri asked, while he was negotiating with Seijin about sending Dabi’s old squad to him.

The young adult was chilling and he nodded.

“Yes, it’s nothing. Just… I don’t know why, I felt my sins crawling on my back and a sense of dread. That was weird.” 

—---------

Meanwhile, at Todoroki's agency… Most heroes working there were there actually, and got the announcement of a big team meeting. Pretty much everyone was scared, as more often than not, it was because some people did a bad job, and either got a warning, were sent in re-education training, or worse, got fired. Well, Enji actually didn’t fire people. He simply said they weren’t on active duty anymore and were asked to leave politely. That way, they could actually get a job with lower expectations somewhere else.

When they arrived, they saw Endeavor, in his hero suit, who was reading a lot of paper. Once everyone got seated, he finally spoke.

“As you know, I like to be concise and efficient. So I will go to the heart of the matter. Starting Today, Burnin’, Onima and Gamerio stop being side-kicks.” 

Enji got interrupted by the powerful yelling of everyone in the room, with a mixture of anger and surprise. Those three were known as the most efficient side-kicks in the agency. Firing them made no sense.

In fact, Burnin’ actually yelled a “WHAT THE FUCK, BOSS?!”, letting her hair flame over her head.

“SILENCE, ALL!” 

The issue, they were trying to begin a screaming contest against Endeavor, and even if he had been less fiery lately, he was still him. Everyone froze over his powerful voice.

“Now, I can finish. They aren’t sidekicks anymore. I plan to pass them as associates. Which means they will get their own team, sidekicks, private rooms and management. It also means a bigger paycheck. Any questions?” 

Burnin raised her hand politely this time, and Enji nodded toward her.

“Yes?” 

“What the fuck?” 

To be honest, Enji should have expected that reaction, so he sighed, and explained.

“I was made aware that I was burning myself too much in my work, and I started to lose sight of the thing that mattered to me. I came to the realization, some of you are better suited now than ever, to stand not behind me but by my side.” 

This… Surprised a lot of people, as this was the closest their boss ever was about talking about his private life.

“As a result, I decided to learn how to delegate more. I am accepting suggestions in this little box here. I am going to read them, and then decide on implementing them or not.” 

Everyone was stumped, before Enji followed.

“Now, on to the boring stuff. You will also have management class with me about how to make schedules and we will divide sectors among ourselves…” 

Endeavor didn’t expect everyone in the room to chat so happily among themselves, as his three new associates were congratulated all over the room. 

… Damn it, the Russian was apparently right.

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Chapter 8 : Colossal Casualties

“Foxtail! Tanuki!” Dabi was legitimately happy to see his former squad from the HPSC. They worked a lot together, and honestly, they worked well.

The first to hug him was Himiko Toga, specialist in infiltration, knife, takedown and honestly, the little sister he didn’t have. Fuyumi didn’t count as she was a Todoroki and probably completely forgot him in favor of Shouto or even worse: Natsuo.

He should pay them a visit one day, and make a bonfire with them.

He had chill in his burned skin only by thinking about it before he heard a voice asking for a Coke and a whisky. In two different glasses, as usual, it was the only way for Tanuki aka Twice. He was more versatile than Himiko, as he could create a copy of every member of the time and add, depending on the circumstance, more manpower or more fire power. Considering they had Kurogiri here, Dabi also had a portal man which would allow him to make deep strikes and scare people in the country.

“Tanuki! I am happy to see you! How have you been since the last time?” 

“I am fine/I AM NOT FINE!” 

This made his team chuckle, before Dabi sat down on his seat at the bar, and took a smoke, in front of them.

“So… Does anyone have a hero they want to kill? We have Thunderbolt planned, but I am taking suggestions for this week!” 

Murder was a wonderful team building after all, and they weren’t going to miss that. Not that they needed more team building, they already worked perfectly well together. However, Dabi knew they were like him: deeply unstable, and with needs to release. 

So, basically, they needed to burn everything! 

“What’s the plan, Ama…” Himiko was going to say his old codename, until Dabi stopped her, exceedingly irritated.

“I fucking hate that name. I vastly prefer Dabi.” 

Himiko nodded, and asked for a pat on her head, while she continued.

“So what’s the plan?” 

“Well, unlike what the previous boss planned, we will show people we are bad guys. This week shall be remembered as…”

—---

“The authorities already unofficially call the past week the Execution Week, for a total of 15 heroes lost their life in various attacks caused by the organization named The League of Villains. 

They began their first attack on the Monday, against the now dead #3, Thunderbolt. The new chief, as Entropy is still detained, made a speech.” 

On the screen, Dabi appeared, while he was happily dancing, the burning manor behind him creating shades all around him. He was in pure bliss and was clearly appreciating what he was doing, when you could also hear, behind the crackling fire, a little girl crying for help. In fact, everyone could see her at the windows on the second floor, calling for help, as blue flames went up. Soon enough, the girl disappeared, and it was not a nice view.

“Allumer le feu

Allumer le feu

Et faire danser les diables et les dieux

Allumer le feu

Allumer le feu

Et voir grandir la flamme dans vos yeux!” 

Dabi singed, with some clones looking like him, before a female voice told him: 

“Dabi! You are on live now!” 

This made Dabi snape back into reality, and he smiled at the camera, his skin slightly burned from his own quirk and his blue eyes staring deep in the soul of everyone watching.

“Gooooood Morning Japan! Congratulations on arresting Tomura! That little bitch was an eyesore and even with me cleaning up his mistakes, he still managed to fuck up. So, the League is under new management: MINE.

Now, you might not recognize exactly where I am, but little spoiler: Best Jeanist is the new #3 hero!”

Twice used some festive explosive in the background helping create a dissonance between the news and what was happening.

“And let me tell you a secret: the rankings will change a lot in the following week! Why? Because we fucking HATE HEROES! All for various reasons, really. Twice over there? Well, to be fair he was a small-time criminal. However, because his quirk was deemed dangerous, the hero who arrested him, gave him a slight form of mind break. Yes, I know who you are, and we plan to come for you soon.

As for Fox Tail, behind the camera… She wasn’t the perfect daughter for the perfect family, so they tried to ‘fix her’,” Dabi said, while doing the signs with his hands indicating what he thought of the fixing, “So she tried to do the thing you are taught everywhere: ask a hero for help! Sadly, the hero didn’t help, and Fox Tail broke. Hard.

As for me?” Dabi chuckled a lot, before stopping and having a serious face, “I do have a backstory too, but I won’t spoil it now. Besides, let’s be honest: I fucking love to burn things. I always loved, will always love too. Anyway, time for us to have fun. We have a huge list, with names to cross!” 

Just like that, the video ended and the anchorwoman swallowed her saliva, before going on about her report.

“The League seems to have a warp quirk user among their ranks. They are apparently all strong, trained and used to working together. As a result, if a hero spots them, They have to call in reinforcements. They shall not engage them alone.

Yesterday, the last engagement caused around 30 casualties. Only two of them were heroes: Uwabami, the Snake heroine, and Rock Lock, who left behind a pregnant wife.” 

Nighteye stopped the TV, looking at Bubble Girl and Centipeder, his most trusted side-kick for their new investigation: finding the LoV and most importantly their quirk.

They had little to no information about them, except on their leader, Dabi, who was their biggest hitter. If you were in his sight, you were going to die horribly in his blue flame. 

Nighteye had a few theories on blue flames, and how, after each incident involving a kid and blue flame, the child seemed to lose his quirk soon after. They also always seemed lifeless as husks, and until right now, he thought it was inhuman.

Now? Now, he was not so sure, especially as they were looking at a man who apparently wanted to be the new Ashen King. 

“Bubble Girl, report on the most notable victim, please.” 

The blue woman nodded her head, and visibly unnerved, began to speak:

“The second day, the new associate of the Endeavor’s agency, Burnin, got attacked with her squad. She survived, though it is estimated it will take months for her to recover, and probably a year before she becomes a hero again. It is only possible because apparently, her quirk allows her to regenerate burned skin. All of her squad, five sidekicks among the best in Endeavor’s agency, are dead. The fact they are all burned made the autopsy near impossible, and the lack of witnesses, as it happened extremely fast, doesn't give us much to work with.”

Nighteye looked at his two assistants and nodded.

“However, we can still deduce a few things from that. Burnin and her team were traveling in a civilian car to the district they were assigned to. They got it in a flash attack while they were moving.” 

Centipeder nodded his head, silently, while Bubble Girl finished her boss’s thought: “You think they are trained hitmen ? They seemed young, according to their voice, no?” 

“If, as they say, they began a life of crime early, it is highly possible they learned a lot on the job. Besides, their teamwork is top notch. They are used to each other, and they work well. They probably met on the street and teamed up to have each other's backs.”

Nighteye feared that kind of villain, though he was now wondering something. Bubble girl nodded, and said the question they all had.

“What changed?” 

“Most likely the one behind Entropy. The man who had the money to hire goons…” Centipeder added, quietly, while reviewing the files, and pushing the Noumu, “If they have the resources for that, why not for something like creating a Villain Academy?” 

“Exactly! They are basically pawns or his top graduates, I don’t know at this point. But we must discover more. Next attack, Bubble Girl.” 

“It was an attack on Mt Lady. She got ambushed while fighting another gigantic villain. She then tried to run in an alley and called for back-up. When she was found… She wasn’t burned to death like the others, but stabbed multiple times. We think it might be Fox Tails, and as a result, we think the girl might have some blade mutation quirk or something like that. It would explain why her family hurt her.” Bubble added, while they compiled even more files on the attack.

“Or she or Tanuki simply has a blade. People like to have code names in relation to their quirk. She probably has a fox ability and Tanuki, something related to illusion or copy,” Nighteye corrected her.

He sighed, as this was a mess.

“Next, what happened wednesday?”

“Wash, who was saving a family from a hostage situation. The criminal was also killed. However, this time, we have a video. I think the copy idea for Tanuki is correct, as the flame came from three directions at the same time.”

Nighteye thought about that one for an instant… And looked at Centipeder.

“I want you to check our files in the back. The one the HPSC doesn't know we have. Three shooters, one target? This is a technique for confirmed kills among secret agencies. We can’t ignore the possibility they got trained by the HPSC, before going rogue.” 

Both sidekicks stopped for a second, but Nighteye had a point. It was a very real possibility.

“It would explain how they know so much about heroes,” Centipeder added, quietly.

“... Thursday?”

“It was Rock Lock. He managed to save the civilians by locking them in a safe room thanks to his quirk.” 

Nighteye sighed. The man would be missed. He was competent, kind and with a good heart. He was also a good friend.

“And Friday was Uwabami.”

The fact they attacked without a discernable pattern was also a huge issue, as they couldn’t protect the heroes who needed it. Hence why they put Nighteye on the job, so he could find one, and use his quirk to check who could be saved. 

“Centipeder, check the HPSC files. Bubble, I want you to check on the heroes' history to find if there is some kind of connection among them, or the LoV.” Nighteye was going to check the autopsies, to try to find a missing clue, too…

When Bubble Girl exited the room, Centipeder suddenly jerked up, and looked at him, having apparently an idea.

“Sir? I think I have an idea on Fox Tail’s quirk!” 

Nighteye arched an eyebrow, as Centipeder come close to him and pointed him the Uwabami file.

“There, it is said she was killed inside her lodge. However, warp quirks notoriously work bad without a sight on the target or if you don’t have a good place to land.” 

Nighteye thought about that for a second, and nodded.

“Indeed, so you think they infiltrated? Hmmm If Dabi is their main killer, and Tanuki/Twice the one who provides additional fire power, it makes sense Fox Tail is specialized in infiltration.”

Centipeder seemed to smile, as he pointed out something in the report. They found traces of a knife ripping on Uwabami’s bones… But from the front. Uwabami was maybe known for her good looks, but she was a professional nonetheless. To be stabbed in the front…

“She was with someone she trusted, or at the very least, had no reason to fear.” 

She was also someone who was known to read people easily, thanks to her quirk. She literally tasted other people's emotions and things like that.

“A perfect infiltrator, shit. We need procedures to guard against her.” 

Then, Nighteye felt something sharp piercing him from behind the chair. Nighteye lowered his head, to see Centipeder fist, who made a hole through his chest and he stared at his sidekick.

“A bit too late, sir ~” Himiko said, while wearing Centipeder appearance. Sensei gave them the tips about killing Nighteye. They did the thing quickly, before he could assemble all of his files and things like that to hunt them down.

Before Nighteye could call for help, Himiko, almost softly and kind, put her insect arms around his neck to muffle any sound he could make.

“Shhh, it’s time to sleep, Sir. Don’t worry, we will have fun with everyone ~ All For One is happy to know you died quietly! I can’t let you also discover Sensei’s daughter in the HPSC ~”

—-------

When Himiko left the room, Nighteye was long dead. 

She missed, however, Nighteye’s last hint under his desk : his last writing with his own blood. Call him paranoid, but he actually practiced that skill very often, in case someone managed to kill him.

His last word :

“HPSC = AFO” 

—--------

All Might cried all of his tears, learning he would never make-up with his sidekick and best friend, and that their harsh words were their last to each other.

—-------

Meanwhile, in an abandoned house.

Stain, Compress and Magne stared at each other. They all wondered who managed to contact them, each of them with a detailed file about their various activities, and real names. In Compress’ case, there was even his affiliation to Oji Harima.

Then, the lights across the room powered, and they could all see an apparently aged man, who seemed to have cried all of the tears of his body. He was also holding a cup of tea, while still having his teapot in the other hand.

“Hello. My name is Gentle Criminal. I want you to help me track down and destroy the League of Villains.” 

The various vigilantes in the room looked at each other for an instant, and Gentle cracked his neck.

“If you wonder about my abilities, pick one of yours. I will beat them in a fair fight.” 

Stain didn’t even wait to be chosen to try and attack Gentle with his knife.

Five minutes later, Gentle was sitting on Stain, drinking his tea, and put the teapot next to his former opponent. 

“Question?”

“... What do you want us to be called?” Compress asked, with a smile under his mask.

“Well, we are obviously not heroes, so I decided to call ourselves… The League of Vigilantes.”

Compress and Magne looked at each other, before nodding their heads.

“We will still work on our project, but you can count on us.” 

“Can you get up from me?!” 

“Certainly, mister Stain.” Gentle said, bouncing from the noseless vigilante, who was grumbling.

“Now, gentlemen… Let’s talk.” Danjiro Tobita said, before looking at an old family frame, which had a woman on it. Hinata Tobita, the former HPSC president who died in Dabi’s fire. 

Gentle was a good person, but now he was going to war.

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Chapter 9: Colossal Calm Before the Tempest

Enji was next to Burnin, at the hospital. All of her healthcare was paid from his own pocket. It was a secret they never told each other, but both knew they were most likely related, Burnin coming most likely from one of the Ashen King’s bastards. 

He may have failed to be a good father for Fuyumi and the others, but he was happy to have helped Burnin grow into a successful woman. 

That is, until Dabi burned her and her sidekicks. It was their first patrol. And they were all dead, except her. Thankfully, she had a skin who could regenerate burn, a particularity of her quirk no one knew about. It was very likely even she didn’t know about it. 

However, the healing was really slow, and all the doctor could do was alleviate her pain and suffering.

Enji vowed silently to find this mad Ember and destroy him. After all, that was his cross to bear, and destroy any remnant of his father from this world. This… This would also mean he had to stop training Shouto anyway, if he was to focus on that investigation.

“Burnin, I swear I am going to make them pay.” Enji said, with a voice as cold as the deepest pit of hell. 

He hoped he was wrong about the Ember’s identity. He also knew his luck wasn’t the greatest.

—-------

Natsuo didn’t think he would one day miss his father’s presence, however, even he had to admit that without him at home, it felt… Empty. He had a presence. Moreover, as they were deemed high potential targets, all of the Todoroki’s children were moved to UA, for safety. It was the closest and the only people Enji actually trusted. As a result, Natsuo was now in an internship with Recovery Girl, and it was significantly different from his former one. 

Shouto stayed silent about the whole thing. He had technically everything he wanted : His father stopped paying attention to him, yet it was strange. Their father tried to make progress, before going back to his former self… But in a different way. He wasn’t abrasive, abusive or anything. However, he was driven, and he never deserved his name better than now: His Endeavor was to stop this mad man.

Once again, Shouto was perplexed about the thing: He was curious about how his father changed in the past weeks, and how he tried to be better, while respecting their boundaries. He put his everything trying to change. Shouto would have… Liked? Yes, he would have liked to see how it would have evolved, how having a good father felt. 

As a result, he was disappointed to see his father regress.

On the other hand, Shouto also knew his dad had responsibilities other than his family. He was the #2, and with All-Might being now a teacher, he had to shoulder the peace more than anyone else. The job was bigger than himself, and his own needs. That was… Something curious. So, he was disappointed yet understanding.

Menace to the society, or saving his relationship with his family. Endeavor would most likely only do one of the two, and he chose what was the most important, not for him but everyone. Perhaps his father did the old “Cost/Reward” thinking he taught Shouto: He was the one most likely to be able to deal with this Dabi, and his family relationship was probably already unsalvageable.

Truly… A complex situation.

For once, Shouto actually surprised himself to regret there wasn’t more Pillar of Justice. Something his father actually tried to be at all cost, to make people realize All Might couldn’t deal with everything alone. 

He should seriously speak about it with Tooru and Mina.

—-----

The one who was truly in a rough spot was Fuyumi. She was the one who knew (or at least she thought so) her big brother the most of her siblings. She knew many of his old habits and she remembered a lot about him, such as his hair and his eyes. 

She wondered if their father realized this too. Dabi was most likely one of these Embers her mom spoke about. His burned face and most likely burned throat modified his voice but… She was good at math and the man was Touya’s age and had the same eyes.

What should she do? Should she tell her father, at the risk of actually breaking him to pieces. Unlike Natsuo who didn’t want to pay attention to Enji and Shouto who didn’t understand the man (to be fair, Fuyumi wasn’t sure Endeavor actually understood himself either), Fuyumi knew him better than them. Maybe she inherited her mother's empathy with her quirk? Still, Fuyumi knew that Endeavor learning Dabi as Touya would be messy.

The young teacher thought about the situation, and then decided to take, for once, a page from her father. She had a job now.

Quickly, her internet history had several pages about vigilantism.

Fuyumi was going to teach a lesson to her dumbass brother.

—-----

Colossus was worried, something that didn’t happen in a long time. During his time in this universe, he actually thought he was not in danger, thanks to his mutation. 

However, better than anyone else, he knew he had a melting point and past this, his metal skin would melt. He once stood in the heart of a star, but it wasn’t that hot, unlike what most people thought : what was actually hot was its surface. 

This.. Dabi. He would not likely kill Colossus in one hit: all data showed his attacks were short and fast. Probably because he couldn’t do his flame for too long, considering his charred skin. As a result, Piotr estimated he should be able to tank a few attacks but no more and the result wouldn’t be nice.

Still. It meant their opponent actually learned or they were kind of having a lot of contingency. Seriously, it felt like trying to figure out Dr Doom's plans.

—-----

Dr Doom suddenly felt very insulted, though he didn’t know the reason. Probably someone comparing him to some wannabe devil lord, WHILE NO ONE COULD BE DOOM’S EQUAL! Now, back to finding that one individual who owed him something Doom paid for.

No one escaped from Doom !

—---

Still, Colossus was now teaching with All-Might to the 1B. The kids were nice, to be honest, and Vlad was a fun person. He was happily surprised to see Colossus not caring about the whole “blood quirk” thing. The russian had seen far worse, and by that point, learned to not worry much about it.

So, right now, the exercise was a simple one. To allow All Might to not tire himself, he was supervising the exercise from the command room, while the students were to try taking down Colossus. 

Of course, Colossus was faking taking damage, as none of them actually had the means to stop him… Well except the kid that could soften the ground to trap him. That one was the only one Colossus actually had to worry about and quickly, class 1B showed incredible team work. Cyclop would have loved having recruits like them for the X-Men: 

Monoma, Kendo and Tokage were the team leaders, and no one contested their orders. Their teams were also working well together and each had their role. Itsuka’s team was dedicated to slowing him down or grabbing his attention. Setsuna tried to block his field of vision, but also taking care of the communication and coordination, making sure they never lost Colossus, even when he decided to run through some building to get away from them. Finally, Monoma’s team was dedicated to take down Colossus, and neutralize him.

The kids actually got a better grade in this exercise than 1A, to their joy. However, Colossus saw through the smile of the blond and skinny man and the fact it was a forced one. All Might wasn’t truly smiling anymore.

As a result, once the class was done, Colossus actually stayed with him. All-Might was clearly older than most heroes in his own universe. 

The harsh truth about being a hero, was the fact death was always nearby and could strike you or your friends when you expected it the least.

Also, unlike his home dimension, this one seemed to have no freebies about resurrection. Once you were gone, you were really dead. That was something different, Colossus had to admit. Even he, to a lesser degree, thought like Deadpool about people dying: in their field, they seemed to come back endlessly. People dying definitely were extremely rare.

All Might appreciated the silence of his younger friend, while he mourned Nighteye. His death surprised everyone as he was so used to detecting attempts against himself… Nighteye, with his quirk, seemed also able to dodge every attempt on himself. However, from what the camera showed, one member of the league with an impersonation quirk managed to enter his agency to kill him and steal some files. Someone clearly planned around his quirk by using people he would never suspect. 

This meant war for All Might too, as he couldn’t afford to disappear. Not yet. Society was in crisis and he was expected to solve it. As a result, he actually had to appear more in public, unlike his previous attempt to stay more at UA to teach the kids and Midoriya. 

He had to appear to reassure the people, to not make them panic. 

All of that clearly drained All Might who seemed to hate more than ever his duty as Pillar. He never wanted such a title, because he was fully aware of the vicious cycle it created: Whenever a problem arised, he was expected to solve everything, perfectly.

Everyone kept forgetting one important thing. All-Might was an old hero, extremely injured and more importantly… He was human, not a god. Hell, Colossus knew some gods, and he knew they were never perfect: Odin, according to what he heard, was an asshole, Loki was one and Cyttorak was a god who tried to corrupt him. Let’s not even talk about the Phoenix.

All Might was a tired old man, and while his moment with Inko clearly helped him, it was not enough. Yagi deserved to retire, peacefully and more importantly, for real.

He was too old for this.

—-----

“Today, Izuku, we are going to study control of your strength.” Colossus said, as Midnight was with him. It was nice to have her be serious for once.

“Yes, you need to grab your brush softly and stroke gently so the paint comes out nicely on the canvas.” Midnight had a giant smile when she said that, making Colossus roll out his eye.

“Midnight. Don’t phrase it like that.” Colossus admonished her, while Izuku was taking the brush as Midnight told him to, “However, the trick there, Izuku… Is that you are going to do it with the least amount of strength you can muster with your quirk. If you break the brush or the canvas, you have to do it again.” 

Now that One For All’s secret was a known secret for the staff, planning a training for Izuku had been easier. 

As an example, this special training: Izuku had more than enough strength, but he had trouble with his output. The best way for him to use it was to learn how to deal with it progressively.

Colossus laughed loudly, when he heard the first metaphor All-Might and Izuku came up with was about an egg in a microwave, before noticing they were serious about the whole thing. The metaphor wasn’t wrong, but once again, it was very dumb. Piotr was surprised someone could be that intelligent and dumb at the same time. 

Then he remembered Stark, Hank Pym, Dr Doom, Hank… 

So, they were going to teach Izuku to do baby-step, before leaping. Unlike the previous names, doing things small at first was also a good option. It allowed them to not create murder bots.

So, after All-Might said something about Izuku’s notebook and his drawing, Colossus decided to help him with his own training: Colossus learned painting initially because Xavier was afraid he would break someone's bones while saving them. Better brush than bones, as they said and Colossus actually discovered he loved that and was talented. As a result, he loved to paint in his metal form and he was able to control to a perfect degree his strength. Time to share that with Izuku.

Also, Midnight took the opportunity to come too, to make sure Izuku followed instruction properly. She was to knock him out too if he lost control of his quirk. Nedzu’s pockets were deep, but they preferred if they didn’t rely on him reconstructing the school every time something was destroyed too.

All in all, they were preparing for a fight and honestly, Colossus felt almost as tired as he was at home… Making him realize something essential: 

He was tired of fighting, punching, being punched and things like that. He had a feeling when he left the X-Men after Kitty. Even Russia didn’t feel as liberating as before. He acted more to save people than because he liked the violence.

So, while Izuku painted a still life painting, Piotr began to paint his small field outside of the windows, picturing himself among the golden wheat. Wind brushing the plants and himself. It was an old memory from the past. 

Midnight peaked behind him and nodded, seemingly understanding his feelings. It was weird how the woman could be at one point very eager to make innuendos and the next be someone really understanding about other people’s feelings.

As for her? Well, her own painting was actually Izuku and Piotr, painting side by side, one master and his student, guiding each other’s movements. 

Then Izuku broke his fourth pencil before even finishing to draw a banana from his still life. They weren’t met by frustration or anger, but by a kid who was clearly distraught. 

“I need to be better, now! Everyone is counting on me and I can’t let All-Might down!” He said desperately. He had so much on his shoulders. Poor kid. 

This made Colossus wince, before Midnight actually sat by Izuku.

“You aren’t letting anyone down, Midoriya. You are learning, as you should, since this is a school.” 

Colossus nodded at Midnight’s words. She was right.

“But outside…”

“What happens outside with the villains is something adults will solve. If a teen was our only hope, maybe we deserve to be destroyed… But understand this, young boy. You are only our very last resort, if everything, and I mean it… If everything fails.”

At least Midnight was honest with Izuku. Telling him he wasn’t expected to fight would have been a bold faced lie. 

However, she clearly told him the truth: he was a teen and he shouldn’t be expected to be their hero (yet). He hasn't even participated yet in the school sport festival! How was he supposed to be a hero to save the world? Yes, Colossus knew Spiderman was probably this young when he saved New York for the first time.

It still didn’t change the fact he shouldn’t have to do this.

Colossus took the opportunity to fluff Izuku's hair a bit.

“Da, you need to remember I am strong too. I am here to protect all of you. I can punch the villains very hard.” Which was very true. It was nice to be truly the Heavy Hitter for once.

Suddenly, Izuku felt a lot better about the whole situation knowing two actual heroes were there to reassure him. Then Midnight dealt the final blow with her usual smile.

“Yes, all that is expected of you, besides learning how to not break either a brush or your bones, is to find a cute girl or boy and have fun times with them!” 

“Midnight-sensei! You cannot say things like that, right Rasputin-sensei?” Izuku was very much blushing at these words, making him look like a strawberry with his freckles.

Colossus actually thought about the situation and said something he didn’t think he would say in such a context:

“I actually agree with Midnight on that one: spending time, even non romantically with some of your classmates would help you a lot.” 

Midnight smiled, pleased Colossus agreed with her on the issue. She was pretty sure of who Izuku should ask for a good time, but it was his decision to make.

Meanwhile, Izuku was breaking another pencil because of the stress. To be fair, no one expected him to succeed on the first lesson.

Izuku still managed to draw his first banana while using a few percent of his quirk. Slowly but surely, they were making progress on that end.

—---

Meanwhile, on the training field.

Katsuki had a surprising realization ever since his fight against Shouto. He was right about Aldera: It was a shitty school, far too bad for him. 

As a result, he was underprepared for actually strong people, like Todoroki or even Tokoyami. Yes, he could fold the bird guy in two but he wasn’t dumb: his quirk was extremely well suited against him… Just like Shouto with his fire had been extremely strong against him. Otherwise, Tokoyami was probably among the most powerful students in their class.

Moreover, his therapy sessions with Hound Dog were… surprising. He actually listened to the professional during it, as Hound pointed out many heroes who, when they lost to anger, made mistakes. Katsuki also knew the man had planned the session beforehand, because he only picked heroes who said verbatim things he said to Izuku. Hound Dog even brought some reel to prove his goddamn point.

It was even more unpleasant. A check by Aizawa about Aldera also showed how his preferential treatment actually allowed him to grow complacent. Considering he was already following therapy, the administration decided to not punish him any further. He was a talent after all. He was to be nurtured.

However, Katsuki wasn’t an idiot and he followed the news, the new League of Villains and how terrible they were, how they wanted to collapse the society, like dumbasses or edgelords. 

That would attract people, Katsuki knew that. He remembered his former cronies, who often criticized society for their own weaknesses. 

The blond kid wondered how much the risk he could join the League if excluded from school weighed in the balance in letting him stay in UA. 

Kirishima stared at Katsuki who trained as hard as he could and very violently, before asking Mina, Tooru and Shouto who were doing some hand-to-hand training with him: 

“He is a bit angrier than usual, no?” 

Shouto nodded, Tooru was still invisible and Mina was trying to slap the ground to ask Tooru to release her.

The hand-to-hand training against her was basically to survive as long as you could. Even Kirishima had trouble against her, mainly because Tooru was strong enough to slam him on the ground once she had a solid enough hold. 

“Do I need to propose to him to chill?” Shouto asked, as the others often asked him to do as such for smoothies. He liked to make them. It tasted good and people liked them. In fact he was thinking of asking for a special pouch on his suit to make them anywhen he wanted.

“Naaaah. He needs to work on it himself. If he wants help, he will ask for it. All he needs to learn is that there is nothing shameful to ask for help.”

Mina stared at Kirishima who said something relatively profound for once. To be fair, ever since the incident with the Criminal, Kirishima had changed a lot. Interesting… She liked the fact his version of virility didn’t involve being dumb and refusing help.

—----

“I have to admit, I am surprised by your decision, young Mineta.” Yagi was currently checking on the young and short boy, who was currently lifting some weight. Some heavy weights.

“Because… Of… My… body?” Considering Mineta was lifting his own weight actually, it was impressive he could speak. However, when Yagi nodded, Mineta used his planned break to explain himself a bit.

“I… Spoke with Izuku after our fight and the USJ. How his quirk is both awesome but dangerous. Yet, he is still fighting in the front line. He was so cool…” Mineta said with awe in his voice.

Yagi smiled when he learned Izuku was already inspiring his teammates to be more heroic than ever.

“He WAS SO COOL, EVERY GIRL WERE DROOLING ON HIM. I WANT THAT TOO!” Mineta said with a raging powerful energy. Yagi wasn’t ready to deal with that but… Good enough? 

“So… You want to be strong so girls are attracted to you?” Yagi asked to be sure, before Mineta shook his head.

“Sensei, did you look at me? I fucking suck physically speaking. I always thought that if a girl confessed to me, it would be either because of a prank or if I reached a high status.” The look in Mineta’s eyes indicated the former already happened, more than once.

That wasn’t a healthy state of mind, to say the least, Yagi had to admit. Realistic, but not healthy. Appearance was still extremely important in their society. The fact CRC could still recruit people to kill others simply because they looked different was proof enough.

Mineta was a teen and it was arguably as harsh.

“That’s why I wanted to become a hero actually. I thought being a hero would attract girls. But after seeing Izuku being a badass, I realized my mistake,” Mineta said, before slamming his tiny fist, determination in his eyes, “Girls loved badasses! Not heroes! I am far from that yet!” 

Honestly, that ended better than Yagi thought, he had to admit. Besides, Mineta had a point considering his looks. If he wanted to find someone who loved him, he was going to rely on his attitude and not his looks.

“... And how do you define a badass?” Yagi asked, since it seemed to be Mineta’s goal now.

“Someone that makes you feel everything is going to be alright… Like Izuku, All Might or Rasputin-sensei. Someone reliable.”

Indeed it was a better answer. A fine answer, even.

“So that’s what I aim to be. Someone who isn’t a deadweight and Izuku showed me the first steps : I will probably never be a hero with big flashy moves… But I can be the one everyone relies on to neutralize an enemy, or cushion them when they get thrown away.” 

Yagi head-patted the young boy. Everyone had different motives, but clearly Mineta took some time to reflect on himself and how to behave for his dream. Besides, he was a teenager and hormones could be a bitch. At the very least, he wasn’t a pervert on his female classmates, probably because he was copying Midoriya, inspiring him to be better.

Good job Izuku.

—-----

Meanwhile on Earth-616, Sanctum Sanctorum.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T FIND COLOSSUS, STEVEN?!” 

Dr Strange looked at his former student who just swung her sword and destroyed his desk. He sighed and waved his hand to rebuild the desk as he was, while looking at Ilyana. He should make a rule about no Soul Sword in his Sanctum. If he had a penny each time someone destroyed his desk with one, he would have two pennies. It isn’t much but it was weird to happen twice.

“As you suspected, Colossus’ absence is probably, very likely, of mystical nature. However, even with my magic, I can’t locate him,” Steven began to explain and not letting Magik cut him, “However he is most likely alive, considering the arcane used by your ancestor and Sinister didn’t increase the part of Rasputin’s soul on you. My best guess is that he is currently in a place without any magic, which is very rare in the multiverse. Dimensions without magic are rare, despite the Empirukul’s war on magic.”

Magik lashed out, yelling in anger, as her sword cut through several cardboards Steven helpfully summoned. It was her fault! She was the stupid one who fucked up her brother wedding, leading to him going away and fighting against Russia’s heroes. Now, he was who knew where!

“Fuck! He could be in danger for all we know!” Magik said as the guilt ate her, for good reasons.

“I don’t think many things can actually threaten your brother, you know? He always seemed like someone solid enough.” Steven raised a solid point, as far as he knew, Piotr was one of the most durable people he knew. If he could fight, even for a bit, Cyttorak’s avatar, the mutant was extremely solid.

Magik grumbled at that statement, because it was only partially true.

“He is solid… Until you find weaponry that completely ignores your resistance, like some adamantium blade, or anti-metal weaponry! Even a hot enough fire can melt him, Strange! He isn’t doing magic like me or transmuting things like Mikhail!” 

She knew better than anyone else her brother’s weakness. That’s why she wanted to find him, so he could finally be safe on Krakoa. Yes, he was saner but weaker than Mikhail or her! It was her duty to keep him safe! 

“Listen, Illyana. I won’t stop the search, but it will most likely take time, unless something happens. Finding with magic someone stranded in a place with next to no magic is incredibly hard.” 

Steven left unsaid that even Richard or Doom would have trouble with this, because it would totally cause a rivalry between the two to find Colossus with the risk that Doom shoots Colossus to prevent Reed from finding him first. 

Not worth it.

Which left the question of course…

What could have destroyed the magic wherever Colossus was?

—----

Meanwhile on Krakoa,

Sinister’s Lab.

Sinister listened to the conversation, as he was not one to miss such an opportunity: Colossus’ genes, thanks to his manipulation on the Rasputin’s bloodline, were only a bit below the Summer genes.

All he had to do was locate him before anyone else, extract him and the big dumb metal man would be an excellent basis for future Chimeras.

Sinister smiled as wickedly as a hyena. He loved when the stars aligned.

—----

Meanwhile on MHA World

Luna, also known as the moon.

The Watcher was staring at Earth. The Gods’ Graveyard. The one place in the universe where everyone agreed to never go again. Any species trying to go there would be met with lethal force by the Skrull, the Kree, the Asgardians, the Angels and several Celestials.

Nothing worth recording happened, yet.

Soon, it would change, though for reasons outside of what he could see.

Deep down, the old Watcher, looking suspiciously like a certain Stan Lee, wondered. 

What would awaken the secrets of the most known graveyard of the universe ?

Chapter Text

Chapter 10 : Colossal Contest

“HELLO LISTENERS! TODAY IS THE DAY YOU ARE ALL WAITING FOR ! IT IS… UA’S SPORT FESTIVAL!” 

Some people might think that maintaining a huge festival by the #1 hero school in Japan, after it got attacked once and Dabi’s Murder Week was a bad idea.

Scratch that. Pretty much the whole staff yelled at Nedzu for his decision as everyone thought it was insane.

Aizawa was chief among the protesters especially as Nedzu refused any of their ideas. To be fair, the one which came back the most was “Let’s ask some heroes from the HPSC”.

Nedzu refused it and when he explained why, it was for a reason all of them actually had to respect.

Nighteye’s last message. While they sadly didn’t have the whole meaning behind it, the graphology exam confirmed it was Nighteye’s writing and not some sort of fake leads left by the killer. 

If AfO managed to infiltrate the HPSC, he probably began to corrupt heroes inside it. Hell, they didn’t know how far his influence reached. As far as they knew, AFO could have the new HPSC President in his pocket!

—------

Both Seikyo Shigaraki and his daughter, Seijin Nomi, the new HPSC President, sneezed at that mention. Probably the rat who was angry at both of them, to be fair. 

Laughing at the thought, both of them went back to watch Star Wars 10, their favorite.

—-------

So, no, they didn’t ask for heroes for better security. They were supposed to trust Nedzu when he said he got it covered and asked for some new “helpers”. Apparently, security for the Sport Festival would be their test for the job and if they succeeded they would become members of the staff, as security.

No one had seen them yet but it was probably because they were focusing on outside threats.

Everyone hoped it would work well.

—------

As usual, Colossus stood up in the crowd, being bigger and taller than most people. He appreciated the festival, the atmosphere was electric with excitement. The air was filled with the sound of cheering students, the smell of delicious food, and the sight of colorful booths and banners.

Despite the situation, he could see why Nedzu wanted to maintain the festival: it was in the darkest and hardest time that people needed a happy moment. Himself was guilty of that. He remembered the first battleworld and his old flame…

“Piotr!” 

Suddenly, the voice he had been waiting for. Piotr turned to see his date of the day: Nemuri. As usual, the artist lady was wearing clothes and unlike usual her clothes were more adapted for a true date. 

For her date with Colossus, Kayama had been forcefully coached by Present Mic. The man wanted her to make the most of the day and decided for her. As a result, a red like a tomato Kayama wore a fitted black leather jacket over a red crop top with a deep neckline, paired with high-waisted black skinny jeans that hugged her curves. She also wore a delicate gold necklace and a bold red lipstick that matched her top. 

Her long lavender hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her shoulders, far different from her usual hairstyle, be it as Midnight or Kayama.

Overall, she exuded a bold and confident energy that complemented Colossus's strong and grounded presence. Or at least that was the plan, as it was somehow intimidating for her to show off that much as a civilian.

“Nemuri!” Piotr said, already on a first-name basis with her… Before completely seeing her appearance, staying silent.

Almost like an adolescent, Kayama wondered if everything was to his taste, if it wasn’t too much. Then, as an answer, she had a blushing Piotr trying to look away. 

“ALSO LISTENERS, REMEMBER THAT UA SPORT FESTIVAL IS THE BEST PLACE TO BRING YOUR DATE ! AWW YEAH!” 

Nemuri and Colossus wondered if it was done on purpose. Knowing the man, both of them knew : He probably bribed one of the staff to signal him they meet so he could yell that.

“So… You like it?” Nemuri asked, pressing herself against Piotr’s arm. She had to admit she loved just as much Piotr’s effort for the day: 

He was wearing a simple but stylish dark blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with fitted black jeans that complemented his muscular build. 

To add a touch of elegance, he had a black leather belt and matching shoes. He had his hair trimmed and styled at Hizashi’s favorite barber. He also asked the only man in this universe for a tip, a favor and got from Endeavor a light cologne that adds a subtle but alluring scent.

Overall, his outfit conveyed a sense of understated charm and masculinity. He knew he was virile and didn’t need much to show it. He was and it was enough to show it to the world.

Or rather, show it to someone; a certain woman who made his time in this strange universe worthier and worthier each time they meet. 

“You are magnificent, and you know it, Nemuri.” Piotr said with a kind smile, making his date blush a little. Yet, he let her be that close, not saying much. Maybe it was time to move on from Kitty after all. This dimension was nicer than he thought and it was time to appreciate it… And its citizens.

Meanwhile, a bee was observing Nemuri. Attractive, already in place.

A perfect host for the Queen.

—----- 

“I have been asked to replace my currently sick friend Midnight for this event… So, I am happy to see you, everyone !” Thirteen happily said in her special festival Cosmonaut suit. Midnight had a date and pretty much all the staff arranged themselves to let them have her fun.

Besides, people couldn’t see she was nervous, in her huge suit hiding everything about her. Hell, she was with Midnight one of the few heroes with an absolute separation between their hero and civilian persona. Some of her fans even theorized she was maybe a man. Truth to be told, Thirteen thought she was simply a hero. Everything else came after.

However, it was fun to be in the best seat to see the students run across the whole trapped swim race. Yes, swim race: Nedzu decided that apparently, even the students needed to have some fun in the water today. 

The first section was the "Waterfall Climb," where the students had to swim against a strong current, trying to reach a waterfall that was spilling water onto a steep rock wall. They had to climb up the wall, using only their strength and agility, before jumping back into the water.

Many students failed, in Aizawa’s eyes, to see that the point here was to work with your friends and other people to climb this apparently impossible obstacle. Of course, a few people had no issues at all with this part, such as Tsuyu, who, thanks to her quirk, was probably going to be the overall winner.

Aizawa appreciated her no-nonsense attitude, as she simply speeded up through the event. Meanwhile, he also approved with a nod some of the team work:

-Mineta created some balls for Izuku, who climbed with him on his back. Mineta’s balls allowed for easier climbing and Izuku’s strength allowed him to easily carry his friends.

-Tooru and Shouto, surprisingly going a similar path: While Endeavor clearly trained Shouto, he was relying way too much on his quirk, unlike his father who also had a strong body. As a result, he could freeze the water, but creating a stair would require a control he didn’t have yet: Shouto specialized himself in a wide area of effect attack after all. However, he could separate the water, thanks to his ice and Tooru… Well, Tooru was apparently having a fun time with Shouto on her back.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was wondering how the fuck he was going to pass that… Until he saw Kirishima’s attitude. The Manly way. The one who was actually dumb enough to brute force the whole event.

The blond explosive yelled loudly, before doing just that. He fucking hated when his awesome quirk was useless. He felt like Deku.

The second section was the "Rapids Run," where the students had to navigate through a series of fast-flowing rapids. They had to use their swimming skills to dodge rocks and avoid getting caught in the current.

“Oh my god, this swim race is an absolute joke for your student, Aizawa! What is her name?”  

“She is Froppy, the frog hero. She wants to specialize in water rescue. I highly recommend her.”

Aizawa was extremely, maybe too harsh. He had the record for the most expulsion for a reason. However, he had to admit Asui had what was needed to make an excellent water hero. 

Though, he had to admit, he was also impressed by Izuku and Mineta’s team up. The two of them were… Well, actually surprisingly and scarily efficient. Aizawa was good at tactics on the fly. However, he would have been unable to find as fast as them the correct current path to swim across the section easily. Yet, Mineta and Izuku found it by staring at it for like 30 seconds together. A few people went in front of them, but sure enough, they then had a much easier time passing through the various obstacles.

It was impressive how since the USJ, Mineta went from someone with an interesting quirk and a problematic personality to someone that would try to work with others and be a support, a pillar for them.

As for Tooru and Shouto, well…

“Aizawa? Is the invisible girl in your class part pinguin heteromorph? Because I am pretty sure she is sliding on her belly at top speed on Todoroki’s ice.” 

“... I have nothing. I am actually impressed by the fact that she isn't freezing.” 

“I wonder if it is because of the purple girl behind her. If she created a solution not acidic for the human body but creating a protecting membrane for her friend, it would explain how fast she is sliding.” 

Aizawas stared a bit better and saw Mina, following closely Tooru and Shouto, using her acid on the ice for an easier sliding. That was indeed a good idea.

“It would need some killer abs too.”

For a very obvious reason, Shouto felt kind of weird at being lifted through the race by a floating swimsuit. 

Why was his cheeks burning a bit?

—--------

Sipping through his mug of coffee, trying to connect the various attacks with many dots, Enji had barely time to watch the Sport Festival. However, he looked at his son, and knew deep down one thing, as Shouto became somehow redder than his flames.

Shouto inherited Endeavor’s taste for absurdly strong women. 

Himself fell in love with Rei when during an Omai, she proposed kickboxing sparring. 

Some doctors called it a concussion but deep down, he knew he was hit by love. 

He sighed while staring at a picture. A picture with Touya, Fuyumi and Rei. They were laughing.

He messed up everything. The only thing he did right was pulling out Rei from the Himura.

Now, he had to hunt down Dabi. Endeavor stared at the man, with blue fire, blue eyes and a hate for heroes.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what it meant and why it was *his job* to put him down. It didn’t mean it wouldn’t break his heart.

—------

Meanwhile, Colossus and Kayama were touring the various stalls proposed by the business course for the event: there was food, some games…

Colossus especially liked the one where you had to make a shape out of sugar biscuits (Yes I am speaking of the umbrella thing in Squid Game). Being surprisingly dextrous with his hands, he made the stall owner cry while obtaining a huge All Might plushie for Kayama. 

It allowed him to see the magnificent sight of a Kayama hiding her blushing face behind the plushie, as he appreciated the moment with her. 

Honestly, it was a perfect date in his book. Well, it didn’t have many masterwork to comment on but they did that already last time. They didn’t have to do that everytime, did they?

As he said that and reached to grab softly with his giant hands Kayama’s, he knew. 

Colossus was softly and warmly falling in love with that woman. Some might say they meet in a cliche way but the more he knew about her, the more he appreciated the time he spent with her.

“... Nemuri? I just wanted to thank you for your kindness and affection.” 

Far away, in the forest, they could hear some bangs. Colossus half wanted to go there, but Nedzu swore everything was alright and everything went just as planned. 

So, as some lights and fireworks from the forest illuminated them, Nemuri blushed as Colossus grabbed her by the waist. He then pulled her face toward his, closing his eyes just as Nemuri did. 

Inside of herself, Nemuri was just wondering if it was finally happening. The only thing casting a shadow on the even were the pesky insect flying around them, as an ominous event.

Their lips were coming closer and just when they met…

They heard the distinct sound of a powerful smack as they break up their kiss, ten second after the noise.

They saw a strange teen, with a pink and white suit. Maybe a student in a cosplay suit? Anyway, she had a huge bug swatter and was cleaning it from the remains of a huge bugs.

She also had a huge fake mustache.

“Don’t mind me! I am your totally usual normal teen! Go enjoy your date!” 

And just like that, to their confusion, she was gone, with a huge smile on her face. 

Nemuri stared at Colossus, wondering what the hell was that, while he shrugged.

“... Another one, Nemuri?” 

“With pleasure.” 

And so they did, while the Author was staring hard at the intruder. She just destroyed a perfect dramatic plotline.

—---------

So, the Author did his investigation and he knew he was wrong. There was not one intruder. 

Two people were reading these lines and decided to intervene to change the story slightly. Scratch that, not slightly. They just fucked up his entire plot line for the Sport Festival!

What use was the power of breaking the fourth wall, if you couldn’t use it to help a friend/protect a cute ship?

As a result, both Gwenpool and Deadpool were there that day. 

Gwenpool with bug killer spray and a huge swatter when she noticed the author originally had a plan to infect Kayama with Queen Bee. No one noticed the weirdly dressed mutant girl as she sprayed to death the goddamn bug’s drone from outside the story before swatting the main bug too. 

As for Deadpool… Well… 

—-------

Earlier that week.

“GOOD MORNING PEOPLE!” Deadpool cheerfully said while appearing in a certain mercenary group’s location. 

Deadpool was instantly met with a punch in the face from Chimera, several hair slices from Slice and pierced by many spikes manipulated by Mummy. 

This was to be expected as a strange red suited individual just appeared in their current safehouse in Japan. They were contacted for a job by Nedzu, one very lucrative job. Hell, Nedzu even offered to make use of his contacts with I-Island to have a cure for Nine’s little issue in the contract if they managed to protect the festival. 

Deadpool noticed the attack, as his guts and he didn’t have a nose… before speaking again.

“Ok, that’s just rude. Especially when I am coming to help you guys! I am with the heroes, I swear!” 

“...You have one second to prove it.” Nine said, as he was currently wondering if he was going to use a frog rain to kill that idiot… His power was Weather manipulation after all. It included things like that.

When Deadpool produced a picture, everyone shut up as they were wondering what the fuck they were watching.

It was a selfie with him and All Might and with the mention “To my most excellent friend Wade, as a thanks to help me”. Both were standing on Toxic Chainsaw and a strange purple giant.

“… Let me check that one.” Nine said, before calling Nedzu. He had his number for the job after all.

“... Yes?” The rat asked through the visio-call, with his eternal smile though he looked a bit annoyed. 

“I need to contact All Might about someone called Wade. Red, hard to kill.” The mercenary leader wasn’t one to pass some help, especially if it was someone competent.

“Tell him it is from Toxic Chainsaw!” Deadpool helpfully added, hoping the author wouldn’t throw a fit. 

The author, mercifully, told him he would play along only this time. 

“Wade? Is that you?” All Might said, appearing on screen with his legendary smile, “I didn’t see you in years! How are you, my friend?” 

“... You know each other?” Nine asked while everyone was stopping to hurt/try to harm Deadpool.

“Yes, he helped me on a case a few years ago. He speaks a lot but he is actually very competent.” All Might said happily, “I still owe you a drink, Wade!” 

“Yep! I have decided to help for free, just this once.” Deadpool said, under his mask hiding his face, “I don’t say no to the drink but you know beer doesn't do anything for me.” 

He was going to make sure the Author’s plan to have the LoV successfully attack the Festival wouldn’t come to pass. 

He was going to help his friend’s ship sail.

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Chapter 11: Colossal Check Up

Ok… This author needs to check something. While the date ended nicely and without Queen Bee as it was planned… Some other events were also planned. WHY ISN'T THE LEAGUE THERE?

—-------

Mustard was… Well… Let’s say his favorite hobby was to stay on 8chan and not on nice boards like the otter board. More like the bad ones. The real bad ones. AfO would be legitimately disgusted to be associated with and Mustard liked to be there. 

As a result, he was absolutely perfect to recruit for Dabi! He was an absolute toxic individual and he was also a borderline psychopath! 

So, in the forest surrounding U.A, Mustard was progressing as the author planned. Sure, it was forest and physical exercise and the angry teen hated both. However, soon, he would be able to show the world how based he was! 

Mustard, at the idea, began to laugh behind his mask. After all, he was all alone and thanks to his quirk and his gun, he was absolutely invincible!

“TIMBER!” 

Mustard stopped laughing when he heard the voice. 

Then he saw the tree being launched at him and he screamed in terror, while releasing his gas.

“Well well well… What do we have here?” Mummy said with a smile on his face while Mustard grumbled and pulled his gun on him. 

“Your death, fucker! The world will see how awesome I am! Heroes are cringe! Villains are based!” 

“... You know, usually, I would say a monologue on how memes define everyone in the world and how it is the dna of the soul.” Mummy was quite… Disappointed. Of course he got the twitter version of a villain. Or the 8Chan version in that case, “But honestly, I think you are just a dumbass.”

Mustard shot the mercenary 4 times in a row, each bullet actually aiming for his torso. The teen liked to go to a shooting range after all and he was not one of these dumbasses thinking that Call of Duty : Battlefield of Honor 4 Zombie was a good way to learn how to shoot. 

However, Mummy simply yawned at the attack, his bandelets having stopped with ease the bullets. 

“... HOW?!” 

“I have been on a battlefield since I was 16, boy. All of my team learned how to deal with guns years ago. Those who didn’t aren’t here to tell the tales.” Mummy pointed out as Mustard tried to shoot the mercenary again. The fog was surrounding them but Mustard was highly doubting it would be enough. Especially as the mercenary pulled out… An actual military gas mask.

“On a side note, kiddo. You are actually a good shot and your quirk is interesting. Here is a deal. Get the fuck out. In what… 3 or 4 years? Contact the Desperado Mercenaries and tell them you want to speak to Mummy. I will remember you and you could make a good buck.” 

Mustard looked at the mercenary who was utterly bored. Legitimately bored because he was countering his opponent with plain experience and without attacking.

Mustard was a dumbass who spent his time on an internet board. He wasn’t fully stupid though.

“... The issue is, if my boss learn I fucked off without fighting, I will most likely get burned to ashes.”

Mummy thought about that for a second and nodded.

“On another note, some years in jail would be awesome on your CV if you want to apply. How about this. You tell me what I want to hear and we put you in a jail in the USA to be safe.” 

“...That seems better. Can I have a kick ass scar?”

“For the chicks?” 

The teens nodded furiously and Mummy laughed. Kids. All the same. 

—--------

The author checked his notes. Ok, this one happened more or less as it should have.

What about Chimera?

—---------

Chimera was facing Beast, the current ISP leader. The wind was inexplicably blowing along the trees while the two wolves stared at each other.

“So… Still leading your idiotic racist frat boy group?” 

“And very happy. Still smoking some weird herbs with your friend, like some bums?” 

“First off, a bum is someone who dont work and dont want to. Technically we are more murder hobo as we travel where we can find work. Second, yes. I actually do a job that is respected by people.” 

Beast grumbled before readying his stance to fight his younger brother. He wanted to bash his head for years now. How their parents kept saying Chimera was the ultimate mutant when he didn’t even want to spread their mighty heritage! They could dominate Japan!

Chimera answered to that by pulling out a knife for the following fight. He also shifted his tail for a lizard tail. He was going to bash this stupid brother and then break his spine. He deserved exactly that for everything he did. 

Yes Chimera was a mercenary and did a lot of things he wasn’t necessarily proud of. However, he still had his morals while his brother was a fucking rabid beast. 

—--------

The author checked his notes and the writings : Chimera vs Beast… Yes, that one was a planned thing after all, the two brothers, criminals yet not the same, which was supposed to make Chimera endearing for the readers and let him

That one too was going as planned, as the author was watching the two heteromorphs punching the hell out of each other. Each of their blows were among the strongest mutants could dish out and yet since they were also extremely resistant, it barely managed to make them dizzy. That and of course the fact the two of them used to fight for fun when they were younger, before their parents began their indoctrination.

The author liked such a thematic. Were they raised or were they…

“Hey, author! How about you stop thinking in the middle of your story and go back to writing it?” 

A certain blond with some pink streak in her hair dared interrupt his thinking. However, she wasn’t wrong, as the young girl was sitting besides him as he was letting the story unfold. 

—-------

While the two mutants were fighting each other, another man already finished his fight. Nine wasn’t the leader of this rag tag bunch of merc for nothing.

“Slice, Sit-Rep.” Nine asked while he was putting back his respiratory mask. People always thought his weather control quirk needed time to be effective, like summoning clouds before using thunder on his enemy.

“The League apparently hired a small army of thugs, again, to try to divert the attention of the security bots around the mountains,” Slice answered, a bit panting, “So much work, especially considering Nedzu forbade us killing anything under A rank. It is bothersome to target only non-vital areas!” 

“You are the best short ranged shooter I know, Slice. I know you can do it.” Nine stretched a bit, while he sat on the dead Moonfish, who suffered from a very geolocalized hailstorm. As in “the hail was bigger than his head, and met it with extreme prejudice”. The dumbass stayed still while using his teeth, of course Nine wasn’t going to go easy on a serial killer and a cannibal, thank you.*

“... I am still asking to be treated nicely!”

“Finish the job early and I will see you get a good drink in a bar.” Nine said cheerfully. He liked to spend time with his friends after all.

“Got it boss! Though I would prefer a bar with nice ladies!” Slice said with a smile… Before going back to serious/job mode.

“However, I still haven’t see any sign of Target Alpha. Also, no mention from Wilson either.” 

“I am fine! Totally fine! I am absolutely not busy regenerating grievous wounds from my fight thank you!” 

Both mercs groaned when they heard the new guy who kind of came out of nowhere. They only took him because he had a separate contract which didn’t decrease their share… And because he was useful as a meat bag.

“Explain.” 

“Ever heard of Muscular?”

Slice and Nine stopped for a second. Muscular was in the top ten Asia Physical Criminals. His durability was off the chart and the best way to deal with him was with mental quirks or those allowing to pierce completely someone’s defense. Adding to that he could regenerate his layers of muscle and he was a bitch to fight.

“I have finished on my side, Wilson. Coming for support.” Nine didn’t have to like Wade to do the job correctly and go help him.

“Nah, that’s okay. Muscular isn’t going anywhere.” 

“How so?” 

“Well, unlike me, he can’t survive as simply a head.” 

This made everyone pause in the com, wondering how you can survive or even speak with only a head.

“How did you cut him?” 

“Ever heard of Carbonadium? Turns out he can’t regenerate THAT! Hell, even for me, it takes time.” Deadpool explained. His body was trying to pick up his head, once it finished regenerating the torse. His suit was totally destroyed and he was in a state that wasn’t going to be described to not make the fic go in Mature.

“Thanks, Author for not saying Teen.” 

You are welcome. However, you just confused a lot of the mercenaries, who are wondering who you are talking to. 

“Naaah. They already know I am crazy.” Deadpool chuckled, before swiping the blood out of his swords.

So, you knew I was going to use Muscular against Colossus? How?

“You are predictable on who you use as your starter threat. I have read your other fanfics.” By this point, Deadpool had stopped to use his communicator to not give anyone outsider information.

“With Gwenpool, we guessed you wanted to use Muscular as a threat to give Colossus a big moment to shine as he can most likely destroy Muscular in a fair fight. However, it was going to interrupt his date and give Queen Bee the opportunity to enter Midnight and make her her new host.” 

Deadpool stared at the sky, at the Author.

“I am not an X-Man but Colossus was a bro when in the X-Force and unlike most people, he warns before punching me. He deserves some happiness.” 

You do know you can’t hi-jack my story, though.

“I know. However, I will do my best to make sure this story doesn’t become a tragedy.” Deadpool pointed his sword not at the Author, knowing it would be pointless… But he pulled out a picture. An otter picture.

“However, I know where your otter is. Don’t push my button, Author!” 

The Author paused and groaned. Fine. He wouldn’t let the story become another Colossus tragedy but Deadpool and Gwenpool were going to go back to 616 at the end of the chapter! Also, they couldn’t and wouldn’t speak about all of this with anyone on the cast. 

“Yes, I guessed that much…” Deadpool sighed, before a portal appeared in front of him, “I just hope the big guy will have a fun time here.” 

He will.

“A pleasure to make a deal with you,” Deadpool said before walking throught the Portal and appearing 200km above the ground in New York, “MOTHER FU….” 

Not like it could kill you. As for Gwenpool…

“Already back on Krakoa! Unlike what some Mobile game seems to think, I don’t have a healing factor and I don’t want to have an author angry at me.” The girl said, with a lingering hint of fear in her voice.

Smart girl.

—----------

The Author contemplated the hole in his wall. Fuck. He was going to rebuild it, wasn’t he? He was supposed to be impartial in this.

“Mood” The Watcher said, while pulling some popcorn, helpfully provided by Singularity.

OH COME ON! NO! NO ONE IN THE AUTHOR ROOM! YOU BOTH GO BACK TO THE GODDAMN MOON!

“Fine, be that way… I am only watching after all!” 

“As for Singularity, I am still waiting for you to finish my fic! I want the end of my story with Izuku!” 

Sigh. Too many stories.

The Author finally yeeted out the last intruders and looked at the readers. The hole in the fourth wall was going to be closed now. No more reality warping. No more characters changing the story against my will, unless it is part of the natural writing process. 

Now, it was time to go back to the real story.

—-------

Dabi wasn’t worried that he didn’t get any communication from his new henchmen. To be fair, all of them were on trial: If they survive, they get a job. Otherwise, he didn’t care about what would happen. 

Yes, he was aware it looked like Tomura’s plan to attack the USJ, but his attack was planned beforehand, his minions were actually motivated and strong and his attack could totally shatter UA’s reputation! 

“It’s a beautiful day outside.” 

Suddenly, as he walked with Twice and Toga, their group stopped. What was that? What was this voice?

“Birds are singing, flowers are blooming…” 

“Isn’t that an Undertale reference?” Twice correctly pointed out as he liked very old games which could run even on shitty hardware like his.

“On day like this, kids like you… Should be burning in Hell.” 

Suddenly, the League noticed the various speakers, before a certain music began to fill the place. 

The trio was on its guard, when suddenly, a giant rock appeared above them.

“SPLIT!” Dabi yelled. Trying to melt the rock would have been a dumb idea, considering he was under them. Burning lava was barely better than a giant rock in their face!

The burned man managed to roll outside of the attack when suddenly he saw a fist coming at his face. Then he felt the fist cracking his nose before sending him inside the boulder.

“Hello, League. We are the League of Vigilantes, Trademarked.” Gentle said as he pulled out a cane and slapped with it the burning villain, “And we are here to fuck you up.” 

Toga wondered what the fuck was that, until she felt something crawling on her back. Her instincts made her parry above her the mad man without a nose who just tried to ambush her from above.

“The fucking Hero Killer?!” Toga said ecstatic, remembering the file from the HPSC. She was a fan of his work!

“UA’s is Japan’s best school for heroes. I won’t allow you to destroy our best hope for true heroes.” Stain said with determination, as he stared down the vampire teen who was pulling her own knife and a vial of blood.

“Well, our logic is more ‘True bad guys allow for true heroes to rise!’” Toga said cheerfully, before drinking her vial with a demoniac smile on her face, “All-Might had All For One. I wonder what kind of true hero will rise to stop me in a bloody battle!” 

“...None. I will end you.” Stain said before rushing against his designated target. Poor child. He took no pleasure in putting her down but honestly, he was half sure she was crazy.

Also, yes, the irony of him calling someone crazy wasn’t lost on him, as their blades struck each other and Toga was morphing into what looked like a Cockroach who discovered the gym.

Meanwhile, Twice was wondering what the fuck was happening before he felt an arm around his neck.

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Compress said to his victim’s ears, making Twice wonder why he accepted Dabi’s plan… and who were these fuckers! They were the ambusher usually, not the victim!

The League of Villains just met their first Vigilantes. All of them had a bone to pick with them.

Chapter Text

Chapter 12 : Colossal “You fucked up”.

“... Strange quirk, lady.” Stain said, while holding his blades ready to make her bleed. 

The already creepy cockroach face Toga was wearing became even more creepy as she added her smile to it. Her “craving for blood” smile with many pointy teeth. Fuck; even he was unnerved by her.

“Thanks, Mister Stainy! I am a huge fan of your work!” 

“... For political reasons?” Stain wanted to hope that finally someone understood what he was doing and could maybe, be reasoned with.

“NOPE! BECAUSE IT’S SO BLOODY!” Toga said, before jumping with all of her new strength at her idol. She loved the blood everywhere in the pictures. It made her… Tingly.

“Goddamnit, why do I attract all the nutjobs?!” The noseless man complained, not seeing that being a nutjob tended to attract other nutjobs. 

Stain barely managed to block the hit, as he could feel the girl’s intent to make him bleed. The blades sparkled once again and Stain was happy to have changed his rusty old blade for better, thanks to Mr Compress paying for some good stuff. Otherwise, the impact would have made them break and he would have been cleaved in two.

Instead, the blow just threw him in the air, the shock making his arms feeling numb. Fuck! What the hell was that mutant?! 

Stain grumbled as he remembered his days as Stendhal and Knuckleduster explaining what were the worst heteromorphs to fight against.

Aside from mythological or antique animals, the worst were : 

Hippopotamus, 

Elephant,

Armadillo,

anything related to either the mustelids or a ratel,

but worst of all? Insect mutants.

They had endurance, strength and durability. Usually, though, they didn’t have the speed to go with it but… This time, it wasn’t the case. The girl in this form was fast, strong and probably very durable.

“I AM GOING TO ENJOY MAKING YOU BLEED, STAINY!” Toga yelled in absolute blisse, wanting to see the blood of her idol and becoming him afterwards.

“We will see, girly.” Stain said, before going limp as she jumped to join him. Amateur. She should have waited for him on the ground.

He was going to rely on something he wasn’t used to. Skills. Also, the fact she was moving in a strange way. Like, sure, she was moving as if the body was her own… But it wasn’t a swordsman's body. It wasn’t even a knife wielding body. 

As a result, yes, her hit packed a lot. However…

Limp and feeling the wind as a dead leaf, Stain let the wind flow over his body. Toga’s bloodlust made it obvious she was going to cut an artery to satiate her blood lust. Knowing that, Stain raised before she even moved his sword to parry the blow.

Once again, the blade struck, but this time, there was no sparkle as the blades glided on each other and Stain sliced Toga on her back, while she managed to open clearly his left arm with her blow.

Once again, a clear difference between her and him. He was used to the pain and the fact you sometimes needed to take a blow to deal the critical strike.

“Hmmmf ~ I even got all bloo..” Toga tried to say, as she climaxed but got interrupted by Stain who clearly had enough.

“SERIOUSLY, GIRL, YOU NEED TO CHILL DOWN A LOT! Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

“... A lot ?” Toga said innocently.

God dammit.

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“You… Aren’t much of a fighter, aren’t you?” Compress said, while seizing up Twice who was quite scared to be in direct range of a dangerous vigilante.

“... No sir. I am usually here to bring firepower. Please don’t hurt me, it can be lethal for me.” Twice said with some meep in his voice. His fear wasn’t simulated as Compress quickly understood. This man actually feared being hurt could end his life.

“... Context?” 

“My quirk is to make clones. I am not sure if I am a clone or the real one anymore.” 

Compress sighed, as the fights raged on next to them.

“Ok, listen buddy. Unlike the others, I do prefer to avoid violence when I can.” He said after making a cookie popping out of a marble and giving it to Twice, wondering if it was an elaborate prank.

“... Seriously?” 

“I am Mr Compress the master thief, not Compress the killer.” He pointed out, sighing. Heir of the Peerless Thief, not the Killing Bandit! “I am going to marble you. It won’t hurt but…” 

“Yeah about that, if I get caught, I think they might blow the bomb in my neck.” Twice said quickly, not wanting that to happen.

Compress stopped to check on Twice showing his scar to Compress. Chirurgical stuff. Clean stuff. Since when has a criminal organization the means to do that?

“... What the…”

“Yeah. So… Even if you capture me, they could just… Boom.” 

Compress nodded, while a blue fireball almost hit them. Most likely an attack that got lost as Compress was fighting Dabi and actually winning. 

Fortunately, Compress raised an arm in time and marbled the space in front of him faster than Twice could see, sealing the fireball inside the blue ball.

“What.” 

“Yes, that’s my quirk. Try to think of a capsule from DBZ. It works kind of the same way.” Compress explained, sighing. This Twice kid seemed like a good fellow, shame he was with a bad crowd. “Can you tell me more about those who did that to you, tho ? Maybe I can work on something on that side?” 

“You would?!” It was like Santa came and was wearing a dumbass mask!

“Sure. However, I need you to give me information…” Compress was serious about his offer but he needed something to work after all.

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“Can you stop… MOVING LIKE THAT?!” Dabi said, while firing away trying to hit a Gentle Criminal who didn’t smile, for once.

“No.” The man said, before allowing his punch to meet Dabi’s nose, breaking it in a loud noise. The hit actually made Dabi’s feet off the ground, before Gentle followed with a kick, sending him to the ground. 

“Where did you learn to fight like that?!” Dabi wondered how such a skilled fighter fell through the filter of the HPSC for so long!

In Heaven, former HPSC’s president Hinata Tobita was cackling.

“Unlike you, who kill for fun, I am a trained ex soldier and I am being hunted by heroes I often have to fight outnumbered.” Gentle pointed out, before grabbing Dabi’s face with his palm. He seemed to be crouching, except he was in the wrong direction. After all, it was as if he was going to jump against the ground.

“What?!” 

“... I got good at fighting.” Gentle said, before slamming Dabi’s face in the ground, full power.

“I still don’t even know who you are!” Yet, Dabi had been trained by Endeavor and the HPSC. He wasn’t weak either. Over-reliant on his quirk? Maybe. But he knew how to recover fast and act quickly.

“... Remember the HPSC President? The one that was burnt by blue flame?” Gentle said, while cracking his punch and Dabi knew he had an opportunity to anger him, maybe make him lose control.

“Oh, yes, the bitch. She screamed good.” He said with the gleeful smile of the psychopath he was.

“Yes, about that. She was my aunt and the only member of my family I actually liked.” Then Gentle disappeared for a second.

“Oh. You must hate me.” Dabi realized before Gentle kicked him between his legs, making all men in the vicinity to actually feel the hit. 

“Boy. I plan to break you before dumping you in front of UA’s gate.” Gentle’s voice was as cold as Dabi’s fire was hot. 

Meaning that it chilled most of the people in the area and Dabi quickly yelled.

“KUROGIRI! Plan B!” 

“The criminals you hired are currently not available. Muscular is dead, Moonfish is possibly dead too and Beast fled after a while.” The undead said, appearing in a dark cloud on the ice block between all the three parts of the fight.  “However, Sensei asked me to bring some help.” 

Compress stopped listening to Twice for a second and actually jumped to try and catch Kurogiri. His instincts were telling him the newcomer was bad news. Thankfully, he was there to save the day!.

The first High End raised a hand and quickly Space around them warped in… Well… It clearly hurt reality on a small area, considering a warping effect was met with a dimensional sealing effect.

In fact, it created a small explosion that threw away Kurogiri and Compress, each on different sides of the fight. 

Both quickly got on their feet, while Twice remembered his discussion with Compress. 

—--------

“Clearly, the bomb is an issue. So, here is the deal. I will find a good doctor and a means to block any exploding signal. That way, we could save you. However, in the meantime… You will feed us intel.” Compress proposed, slipping a burner phone inside Twice’s pocket

“Are you asking me to betray my friends?” Twice still considered the others as his only friends/family after all.

“Dude. You are now Japan #1 threat. It means the heroes won’t be as nice as me. They will fight to kill. If you help me, I can convince the others to help your case. Let’s be honest. You all need help. Psychological help.” Compress pointed out, very calmly. Even he, who tried to be as non-violent as possible, sometimes had people like Miruko or Endeavor chasing him.

 “... Last therapist we had is fucking evil…” Seijin sneezed in the HPSC HQ.

“I know a good one. This is the only real way the girl has to survive, you know?” The girl. If Twice was truly that close to the others, the girl was most likely his weakness.

“I… Will have to think about it.” Twice said just before Kurogiri appeared.

—--------

Gentle was good, but two Dabi was a bit too much. It meant keeping track of more invisible walls and honestly, it was going to get tiring quite fast. Twice coming in the fight with his double was a huge issue.

Even if Twice was thinking about Compress’ offer, he was still part of Dabi’s team and he wasn’t going to fuck up their mission. Compress, until now, prevented him from making a clone of Dabi, but now he could perfectly add fire power, literally.

Sure, Gentle’s elastic air walls were protecting him for now but the longer the fight was getting, the harder it was to be sure he would get caught in his own quirk tricks.

So yes, everyone was fighting each other.

However, most of them seemed to forget one little detail.

Everyone was fighting nearby UA.

Which meant several people were watching the scene with great interest.

One of them, as an example, was coming toward the fight as soon as she saw the blue fire from afar.

—----------

“Master Dabi? I feel compelled to suggest a retreat. We don’t have the manpower to crash the event and at one point, the security service hired by UA will be at full capacity again and come to destroy us.” Kurogiri correctly pointed out. 

For now, he had managed to keep Compress far enough to not get encapsulated in one of his balls. Yet, his compress abilities were clearly messing with his own warp abilities and he couldn’t bring any noumus.

Toga and Stain kept continuing but now that the younger girl’s transformation was off, it was clear she wasn’t nearly close to Stain's level. An evacuation was needed soon, even if Toga was going into her berserk bloodlust state. It allowed her to function but not fight well. It did surprise Stain when she managed to break his paralysis mode in what looked like pure bliss, as if someone had reworked the girl’s neural pattern to mistake pain and pleasure.

Dabi, working with his clone, was also trying, for once, to not set the forest on fire. It would achieve nothing. 

“Dammit. It annoys me to run away but it is for the be…”

“TOUYA TODOROKI, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I AM GOING TO BEND YOU ON MY KNEE!” Fuyumi yelled, panting next to a tree, while everyone stared at the visibly quite angry woman…

Even the LoV expected Dabi to actually fire on the newcomer, but to everyone’s surprise, something different happened.

“KUROGIRI, EMERGENCY EXTRACT!” 

Dabi was panicking, as Fuyumi was walking toward him with a visibly angry look on her face. Dabi could feel his blood turning cold inside of him.

“HOW DARE YOU FAKE YOUR DEATH, YOU LITTLE…” 

Kurogiri, like a good undead minion forced to obey his master, cut short to the rant by extending his dark cloud to engulf all of the LoV inside of it.

“I am sorry, miss, but Dabi is expected somewhere else. Please, if you have a message, I will gladly give it to him.” Kurogiri said, while somehow flying in the air, out of reach from anyone.

“I am GOING TO ICE HIS NUTS!” Fuyumi answered with a face and anger you would usually associate with Endeavor after a villain taunted him as always being second best, including as the best men his wife had. 

Said villain never walked straight again.

Kurogiri stared at the woman who raised a hand towards him… Before feeling his guts cold. Ice cold. Oh. Well, luckily, he was dead. So, it didn’t have much of an effect on him.

“I will give it to him. Good day to you all. Tata ~”

Kurogiri then warped from the sky, while everyone in the LoV stared at the woman who made the League run away… Despite looking like a middle school teacher.

“... I think I speak for everyone if I ask : … Who the fuck are you?” Compress said, looking shocked behind his mask, as Gentle and Stain stared at Fuyumi who was very angry and ready to say more swears than there are weapons in the USAs.

“I am…”

—--------

“Fuyumi Todoroki, my younger sister.” Dabi said while Kurogiri was patching them up. Toga was by far the most hurt of them, Stain not giving much fuck about fighting a girl. “She is the only person that can scare me.” 

“... She isn’t a hero, thought.” Twice said, curious about the situation.

“Oh, Endeavor was absolutely against her becoming a hero. He feared she would be too lethal. Fuyumi’s quirk allows her to freeze any liquid inside a recipient.” 

“You are saying he refused to train her as a hero because she would be too lethal for the job? Mr “I HAVE A BEARD OF FIRE” found someone “Too Dangerous”?”

“That doesn’t seem that strong? Except to always have ice ready for a party?” 

“... Twice? The human body is made of 66% of water and it is considered as a recipient.” 

Everyone stared at him and Toga looked very concerned all of sudden.

—----------

The League of Vigilantes were staring at the iced tree against which Fuyumi was currently leaning against.

“The processus isn’t instantaneous because I never trained much. But I am making some progress. Also, it is my duty as the eldest Todoroki woman to dunk this dumbass brother of mine.” Fuyumi said with determination as she looked at the small brotherhood of vigilantes.

“... Wait, Dabi is Endeavor’s kid?!” Gentle screamed

“Wait, Endeavor’s daughter wants to be a vigilante?” Stain said, chucking all along at the fucking irony of one of the most known hero becoming a vigilante to do the right thing.

“I am in favor of letting her join us.” Compress said, while pulling out a marble and using it to make appear a first aid kit to help Gentle and Stain. Fuyumi joined him quickly, to help.

“Here, I am used to treating burns.” She said, her moves betraying a long experience on the subject and joining him to show how it was correctly done.

“Wait, does Endeavor…” Gentle assumed quickly assumed the worst but Fuyumi elaborated.

“He trained harshly my youngest brother but I am used to treating Touya because THIS DUMBASS DOESN’T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT HIS QUIRK BURNS HIM. So, when we were younger, I often helped treat him.” Fuyumi said, with her voice being ice cold. “Also, I wasn’t going to let you have a choice.”

Gentle thought about it and before he could give an answer, Stain chuckled.

“I am in favor too. This girl knows how to intimidate people.” Also the irony. 

“Must run in her family.” Compress said as clearly, when she was angry, her Endeavor was showing. Unlike the others, he had to run from him once or twice. Also, she spoke of her favor with some warmth but not much. He wasn’t a betting man but that betrayed a fucked up family situation.

“Quite.” 

Gentle sighed, before his cellphone rang. It was his dear La Brava.

“Yes, darling?”

“I am also in favor. I have been checking her internet history and… She will become a vigilante, whether we accept it or not. As far as we can tell, she knows our enemy, his background, moves and personality and she is fairly powerful if not experienced.” 

“Yes, I thought the same too.” Gentle confirmed to his love as he smiled lightly. They just stopped evil-doers from doing more evil. “You did the editing already I guess?” 

“Of course! I cannot let her be in trouble yet!” 

Gentle and La Brava chuckled together, leaving their partners in the dark for a part of their plan.

—--------

Tomura was bored in his cell. Sure, he was kept in one of the nice cells in Tartarus, considering he didn’t have the time to commit any serious crimes. However, he was still bored as hell, as his internet was highly monitored and as a result couldn’t check on any cute wolf girl…

Then, while he was watching Herotube, a new suggestion appeared.

“OMG: The League VS The League! Not A Prank!” 

The video was once trending on HeroTube, most likely because a certain President couldn’t use her authority anymore to hide her nephew from the media. Meanwhile, the word “League”, since Dabi’s declaration, was still trending.

Tomura, curious, played the video… Before laughing a lot. 

When the guards decided to check what was making the young man dying of laughter, they couldn’t believe their eyes and shared it among themselves too.

Very quickly, a certain dad who had his son in the second best hero school sent it to him. 

In two days, the video had several millions views. 

Kurogiri was now also regretting Tomura.

While the young man often dusted things, it was easy to clean: the vacuum cleaner was his best friend. 

When Dabi was furious though, they needed to change to another building. It was slightly more work.

—-----------

“AND NOW, WE ARE CROWNING THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR SPORT FESTIVAL…. TOORU HAGAKURE! You can say that…” 

“Mic, if you do that joke, I WILL HIRE A GODDAMN VAUDOU TO CURSE YOU!”

“No one saw it coming!” 

Everyone could hear the sound of some broken glasses as Aizawa finally threw his friend across the windows because of the bad joke.

However, in all seriousness, no one saw it coming. Not even Bakugou who was defeated by her in the first round. As most people, he didn’t expect the Invisible Girl's absurd strength. The fact he shouldn’t have, in retrospective, said she had as much presence as a background character, was a bad move. 

No one liked to be compared to Ojiro.

As a result, he never saw the round house kick in the balls. The hit was so loud it made every man watching the tournament feel compassion for the blonde man, as otherwise everyone was cheering for his defeat.

The second fight was her against Monoma. The blond idiot’s mistake was thinking Tooru’s strength was from her quirk and touching her. 

Sadly, by doing this, he committed a second and bigger mistake. He misjudged his grab and caught one of her boobs. 

The kick in the ball was even louder this time. 

The third fight was against Izuku and since she actually liked the green haired guy, she tried to have a good fight with him. She even taught him a few boxing terms, such as “cross counter” “Dempsey Roll” or even “Uppercut”. 

The winning move, though, was when Izuku tried to get the high ground to have a better opportunity to deal with the invisible killing machine.

However, sadly, Tooru was doing another uppercut at that moment and the noise was as loud as with Monoma. 

The final fight was Shouto, who stared at her friend. The ice boy took inspiration and said he liked his nuts where they were and uncracked. Then, he surrendered, while Tooru was kind of blushing after her new nickname: “Ball Crusher”.

—--------

“OTSU ! TOORU WON HER FIRST TOURNAMENT!” 

“Rappa, Tooru isn’t our daughter. Stop yelling. Besides, I think we can convince Miruko to let her intern with us. I think she would love some of our missions.” 

—---------

Mineta was fidgeting for his fight that would come soon. Honestly, he didn’t know how he managed to get this far but he was happy. Apparently, being able to work with the others was great to secure a place. Finally, he kind of lucked out for his fight: Kirishima was strong but Mineta just stuck him on the ground and then locked all of his joints with his balls. 

The one after that was some kids with purple hair and who began ranting about how the exam was rigged for awesome quirk and how people like him were fucked by the system.

So, Mineta shut him up by throwing him a ball on his mouth.

“Hey, dude? I don’t fucking know you. However, let me tell you this. My quirk sucks. My appearance sucks. That’s pure facts. You know how did I got in? BY FINDING A WAY MY QUIRK WOULD WORK. Trapping bots. Blocking them. That kind of thing. That wasn’t flashy and it wasn’t awesome. I was scared shitless most of the exam.”

Then Hitoshi tried to punch Mineta in the face, in a way that showed clearly his total lack of training… Mineta blocked it with a judo move before throwing Hitoshi on the ground.

“Besides, the fuck is a villainous quirk? Seriously, tell me. One of the top students in 1-A makes explosions. ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Gang Orca is an awesome hero and his marketing is centered around his looks!”

Hitoshi would have loved to tell Mineta to shut up and walk off the ring but having a ball in his mouth prevented him from activating his quirk.

“So tell me. How did you get bullied again? Because let me tell you. I doubt a tall guy like you who can apparently brainwash people had it harder than an ugly midget guy with an apparently useless quirk.” Mineta was quite self-conscious about his appearance, especially as he knew that unless he was very lucky, he would never get taller or better. 

Hitoshi stared at the midget who grabbed both his ankles.

“SO! I FUCKING TRAINED! I FUCKING WORKED FOR MY POSITION! I EARNED BEING IN THE CLASS I AM! IF YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT, IT IS BECAUSE OF YOUR BITCHING ATTITUDE! SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY RING!” 

Hitoshi then discovered how it felt to be Bowser when Mario was using you as a throwing weight before being yeeted away. 

“SO GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS, AND MAYBE YOU WILL GET A SPOT!” 

When he got back to the restroom, Mineta was surprised to be met with Kirishima, Izuku and Kaminari. All of them high-fiving him.

“Hey Mineta? Remember. Whenever you want to train, you can ask Izuku or me to be your spotter.” Kirishima said with a beaming smile, which warmed Mineta’s heart. 

… Uh. Apparently, going the reliable guy way instead of the pervert comic relief was… Even better than expected. Maybe that was how having friends felt.

Then came his third match and Mineta gave up. It was against Shouto and Mineta knew he would have never won against him. 

So, now, he was going to get ready to fight Izuku for the third position. 

He was going to fucking die, wasn’t he?

Izuku was clearly going the “I am going full strength, because you are my friend!” approach and Mineta was wimping inward.

—-------

Tensei was doing his patrol, when he saw a strange man on the road, apparently looking quite confused by everything around him. Pale faced, weird clothes… Who was he?

“Hello, do you need some help?”

The white faced man stared at him surprised before smiling. 

“Japan! Yes, of course, I should have recognized. That’s the issue when you aren’t the one who chooses the destination!” His pattern of speech was weird, as if the sound and their meaning didn’t mesh well. It was as if subtitles appeared in Tensei’s head.

“Sir? Are you okay?” 

“Oh, yes yes, I am. Well, I do need some help though.” 

Tensei, always one to help, got close to the strange man who was wearing stranger clothes.

“Yes? What do y… URHG!” 

Tensei felt his blood in his throat, as the man put a syringe into it, absorbing in it some of his flesh and blood.

“I always love to get new samples for my collection. So… Thank you dear.”

The last thing Tensei could remember before passing was the man’s symbol on his forehead. It was a red diamond.

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Chapter 13 : Colossal Cursed.

Iida was barely containing his anger when he heard the news. His brother, almost murdered in broadlight. Thankfully, his days weren’t endangered anymore but… Unless they managed to get him a robotic throat, he would have trouble speaking, breathing and eating. 

His days as a hero were gone for a long time now.

At first, considering the blood, Stain had been the prime suspect but…

“SERIOUSLY GIRL YOU NEED TO CHILL!” 

He had an alibi for the crime, as he was apparently busy fighting people that almost crashed the Festival. His group of people, the League of Vigilantes had trademarked their name and issued a public statement about suing the League of Villains for parasitizing their name. 

What worried the most Iida was… They could actually win if such a trial happened. He wasn’t an expert in law but he had a basis most people didn’t have.

Then, a deadly projectile was thrown and because he was in the middle of his thought, Iida didn’t manage to dodge.

The head was shot and the projectile was so powerful he fell down from his chair. 

In front of the class, Aizawa was playing with some chalk, just like the one he launched at mach 1 on Iida’s forehead.

“Class is in session. Today’s topic. Why Vigilantes are bad and why the League isn’t cool.” 

“Even if they did a video of their fight with an epic music?” Jirou asked, interested because the whole video was quite professional.

“Yes.” 

“Even with the manly takedown Gentle did on Dabi?” Gentle smashing Dabi in the ground and posing dominantly above him quite helped the motivation all around Japan to fight the killers. They were seen as way less threatening suddenly. Killing was easy, fighting wasn’t.

“YES!” Aizawa said before noticing Mummy, at the windows, being lifted by his costume and his quirk, playing the video.

“Now, that’s a good meme and how you do it to conquer people’s hearts.”

Aizawa briefly calculated they were on the first floor anyway and used his quirk to make the mercenary fall.

Everyone looked at that and Aizawa was now seriously doubting about the next generation of heroes.

He just hoped everything else would be alright, seriously.

—--------

Meanwhile, during an heroic class for second years. All Twenty-six of them after the grand Aizawa filter.

Colossus, with a big smile, was against Chimera who returned his smile. It wasn’t often both of them had an opponent against whom they could train safely without any risk to hurt them… Or rather nothing permanently. Chimera healed quite fast after all and it was useful to show to the student how to do a good throw or how to pin someone. Both adults made sure to not over-rely on quirk, but also to demonstrate how you could use effective tactics to take down heteromorph villains or people with a strong transformation quirk like Colossus.

“See there kid? Since I got too close with my guard up against Colossus, he could throw me before I could hit him.” Chimera said just after Colossus did an Ippon on him. Most people appreciated to see two muscular men fighting in close combat, their bulging muscles one against each other while sweat seemed to shine.

Meanwhile, Midnight was just above with her class. The business class. They all had cameras and Midnight was instructing them.

“Now, kid. As you might have seen recently with the ‘video’, how you capture a fight is essential. Public relationships are a huge part of Heroic. Can someone tell me why?” Midnight asked. Many people saw the business class as the accountant for heroes. It was very untrue and a reason why they were extremely important for any exercise like Civil Warfare. 

“For advertising and getting sponsorship?” A student said very enthusiastically, before having Midnight making a gesture from the hand.

“Yes and no. It is a huge part, I agree with you. That money is essential to not bankrupt the government with the reconstruction cost that can follow a fight between a villain and a hero. No, I was waiting for a better reason.” 

“To avoid villains controlling the narrative?” A meek girl just said that and Midnight smiled, spinning right next to her, making her blush.

“Exactly, sweet heart! People’s hearts are easily swayed. As an author from just before the Dawn of Quirk said, “The intellect of a mob is equal to the intellect of its smartest member, divided by each individual inside of it.”” Midnight said, before pulling some slides on the side, showing Destro.

“As an example, Destro. Because he was bullied for his quirk when he was younger, he was able to assemble a huge community around him. Because he felt morally justified and people love sobbing story.” 

“So… What do we do?” 

“That’s why people like you, guys, exist. You are the PR guys. The one who needs to find the arguments against villains with a tragic backstory.” 

“... I have one ma’am!” A man said, before using his phone to show something to everyone. One of the meme that survived across the centuries because it was definitely right.

“Cool motive, still murder” Peralta said.

Which made Midnight smiles and she nodded approvingly. 

“That’s the spirit. You will need to craft carefully elaborated story thought. Which mean, very often, working with the police to get all the data on the case. You will also need to learn how to investigate, in case the cops missed something.” 

Everyone in the room smiled at the idea.

“Hence why Art is still a thing when you are in your second and third year.

After all, we can’t say “undercover investigation and propaganda” on the school curriculum, can we?” 

“Also, isn’t that why the HPSC also exists?” 

“Oh boy. That’s another can of worms we will get to, later.” Midnight said, having herself not good memories of the organization.

—--------

Soon after that, Aizawa was still groaning as he was painfully reviewing each student's applications. Todoroki was to go with his dad, nothing new under the sun. Midoriya, under All-Might’s secret mentor, who couldn’t be that bad. Tooru got an internship from… Miruko? And she accepted ? Ok,he wasn’t sure how to feel about that one. On one hand, it means the girl would perfect her close combat ability.

On the other, it means having an invisible bloodthirsty girl he couldn’t stop with his quirk.

Then, Aizawa decided he wasn’t paid enough to worry about that. Honestly, if in an alternate timeline, Stain hurt Ingenium and Iida specifically chose a town to get his revenge, he wouldn’t have given a fuck. (For those wondering if it is canon, yes. I have the page saved on my phone. The fact I had to use it more than once on different servers who somehow blamed All-Might for that is worrying.)

Meanwhile, Cementoss was playing Go with Colossus. The Russian was getting better, but as much as a novice could get during a month of friendly play. Not much but fun enough to see his growth as a player.

“So… What do we do during the first year’s internship?” 

“Well, generally, we use that time to do some mock midterm exams for the third years and they can come to us to ask for tips on how to improve their quirk. We don’t have many strength type, for once this year, Colossus.” Cementoss said, while drinking his tea politely. Then he smiled slightly and decided to have fun at the expense of his Russian friend.

“I guess it means you will have more time to spend with this girl. You had a wonderful date during the Sport Festival, apparently.” 

Midnight and Colossus’s mind broke harder than the controller of a player who was doing a no hit run on Dark Souls, and get hit at the last moment by a random mob. Meanwhile, Hizashi’s smile was equal to the grin on the same mob who ruined such a run.

“Ooooh?” Hizashi arrived near Colossus in a flash, while he was blushing hard. He wanted details, especially as Kayama refused to give them to him. He craved gossip. He lived throught them.

Snipe and Slice meanwhile were observing their shenanigans with some coffee.

“They are always like that?” Slice was amused but a bit surprised.

“They are rather tame actually. More coffee?” Snipe asked her, while taking more coffee himself.

“With pleasure! It’s delicious!” Slice said, happily enjoying the first job where she didn’t have to worry about an incoming air strike first thing in the morning, “However, does Rasputin knows that…” Thankfully, she whispered the last one and Snipe made a gesture from the hand.

“Secret bet on how long it will take before he notices.” 

They both laughed together, appreciating the new co-workers. Besides, Snipe actually served a bit in a PSC when he was very young. If he hadn’t met All-Might who brought him to UA, he would have continued to be a mercenary.

So, yes, he was probably the most friendly yet to the mercenaries, but he knew it was only a time matter before they got adopted into the staff.

He wondered where their boss was though.

—----------

In UA’s secret labs.

“I am honestly not surprised.” Nine said as he exited a tube full of green goo. Why was it always green goo?

“Oh? You knew about my secret labs? Damn, I made sure to keep them secret.” Nedzu was worried, who did he forget to kill to keep the secret hidden?

“No. But you are the closest thing beside All For One and a few other people I know to an evil overlord in Japan. Of course you have a secret lab.” Nine pointed out. Every bad guy had a secret lab nowaday. He was pretty sure someone out there was making a ton of money building a hide-out for villains.

“... That’s fair I guess. So… How do you feel?” Nedzu asked, curious as Nine was taking deep breaths and stretched. The mercenary looked at his mask, which he had needed for a few years now and he smiled at Nedzu.

“I am feeling… Great. I need to do some stress tests, of course but…” 

“It’s a sign that the therapy is working.” Of course, the cure wasn’t a one time thing. Nine’s crew were hired for three years, until Midoriya finished his studies at UA.

Everyone smiled, as everything was going along their plan.

—-------

Meanwhile, in an abandoned hangar.

“Oh my! This universe is a goddamn gold mine!” Sinister said as he began to compare the DNA of various being he encountered in this strange world. The gene was almost like the X-Gene, but a bit weaker… Or rather, initially weaker. On average, it seemed to be stronger. If only he had a collection of such genes accumulated over time, he could formulate better theories! 

“So. I am alone, I don’t have much stuff and I don’t have any money. What was going to be a simple kidnapping is suddenly developing into something… More.” Sinister chuckled as he relaxed a bit. “First step, finding someone with a dimensional quirk. Someone that can affect space. I will need him to create a permanent platform to Krakoa and the base. Hmmm… I wonder if I can grow a gate here?” 

Maybe someone who could grow plants could work too? Oh, Sinister, you beautiful bastard. You were onto something. You couldn’t act now, though. The person you used to get here would probably not appreciate it if you tried to interfere with his plan.

You already used a Chimera to get ahead of him and he would be furious enough. Stay hidden in the shadows and wait a bit. 

—----------

A week later, during the internship.

On the Moon.

The Watcher arose from his seat.

Something was coming.

Something new.

Change.

Something forgotten in this universe.

—----------

On I-Island

David Shield felt a dread he never knew he could feel before. The thing he was seeing was impossible. Illogical. Beyond his words.

“I WANT A LINE TO NEDZU and his dimensional friend ASAP !” 

In front of his screen, new images from his satellites, sent to explore space. One of them went to nearby Uranus and he took the opportunity to get more pictures of the seventh moons of the planet.

David’s hand was trembling when he saw the picture, once again, of the seventh moon, the satellite having crashed on it but managing to take a picture once it went past the atmosphere. 

—-----------

On Asgard

Cull, All-Father, felt a tinge he didn’t felt since he was young. His guts were telling him… Something was changing.

“THOR! YOUR KING SUMMMONS YOU!” 

—----------

In the Shi’ar Empire

Gladiator awakened in panic. Something was disturbing the universe.

—-----

In Nedzu’s labs.

Colossus was grumbling as Nedzu had called him while he was on a date with Nemuri. They went to see a movie : They went to see A.E. Titan, but the version Don Bluth actually managed to complete. It almost killed Disney in this dimension, forcing the giant to rethink quickly all of its processes. 

“Nedzu, I swear you better have a good reason on why you called me here or...” 

The fact the rat was actually drinking coffee made Colossus stop what he was saying. Ok, if he remembered what Aizawa said, it was only during a crisis event it ever happened. Nedzu was also cackling maniacally.

“Colossus. I hoped you could, maybe, just maybe, help us see something more clearly.” 

Nedzu said, before Uranus appeared on a screen in an hologram in front of both of them.

“Well, Okay but…” Colossu wanted to add something before he noticed something that made him raise an eyebrow. “Wait, Uranus has seven moons in this dimension?” 

Nedzu drank even more coffee when he said that. Oh boy. That didn’t bore well.

“Nedzu?” 

“We discovered… It was not a moon.” 

The hologram swifted. It went closer of the seventh moon, going under the atmosphere hiding the ground. 

Except there was no moon underneath. There was… Something.

A colossal entity stood as a monument to unfathomable power and ancient wisdom. Its towering form eclipsed the stars, commanding a presence that sent celestial bodies quivering with awe. When the eyes stopped to see it, a sense of dread, the primordial kind, went into your spine.

But amidst this grandeur, a terrifying sight unfolded—a figure, larger than life itself, with a void carved into its chest. The emptiness seemed to echo with the absence of a once-mighty essence, as if the very heart of this cosmic entity had been ripped asunder.

The wound, a cavernous hole, revealed the depth of a battle fought on a scale beyond mortal comprehension. It marred the celestial being's otherwise awe-inspiring visage, a stark contrast to the cosmic forces that once coursed through its veins.

Energy crackled and danced around the edges of the wound, a somber testament to the vast power that had once surged through the entity's core. What had caused this monumental being, a cosmic force of untold magnitude, to bear such an irreparable injury?

As the entity remained motionless, suspended in the cosmic expanse, the void in its chest seemed to reflect the eternal mystery of existence itself. It whispered of cosmic battles fought in realms beyond mortal comprehension, of forces that shaped the very fabric of reality.

Nedzu had seen Colossus casually speaking of being dead. He saw Colossus describing him with passion, fights between gods.

Nedzu saw Colossus fall on his ass, actually scared. 

“WHY IS GALACTUS DEAD?!” 

Nedzu swore to raid Aizawa’s secret stash of whisky because it didn’t seem like good news.

At least, it could hardly get worse.

—---------

In front of UA.

A portal opened.

Then, UA’s door exploded.

Someone was walking on UA, with calm and confidence, the kind given by the absolute certitude to be the most powerful being around.

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Chapter 14 

UA’s alarms blared loud enough to deafen any man too close to them. The red alert was given and immediately, all of the Staff was getting ready for combat.

Snipe was the first to get to the entrance and he got under a cover as fast as possible. He had to do the visual reconnaissance.

“Snipe! What do you see!” 

Did that mean the cameras were down? 

“The enemies are… Wait, it’s only one man?” 

Snipe was surprised, until the individual floated in front of the school and casually directed his hand toward the building’s gate.

“Because I am enough.” 

Snipe saw some kind of shockwave destroying the door and various fragments of glasses almost touched him. As a result, Snipe grumbled while wondering where everyone else was. He briefly checked his gun and put an explosive round in it. 

“THIS IS GOING TO BE ENOUGH TOO!” 

The round exploded when it collided against an invisible barrier. It didn’t even bother the intruder who walked throught the destroyed door. 

“... On a side note, why did you not open the door?” 

The masked man clearly raised an eyebrow, as his body betrayed the surprise behind Snipe’s question.

“Like a *peasant?*” 

Then, Snipe barely remembered what happened before a metallic fist made his head meet the wall.

—----

As a matter of fact, the cameras were still working. The only issue was Nedzu having trouble understanding how a man alone could invade UA. Even All For One had technically a small army to do that.

Nedzu pulled out his coffee emergency stash. Ok. It was time to play while the forces assembled.

—----

Meanwhile, the intruder casually strolled insane the corridors of the school, apparently following some kind of device. This place was strange. It looked very much like a place where heroes were but it also seemed to study basic things like math. Was this place so… Behind?

More than likely. He had trouble finding this forsaken place but he wouldn’t be deterred from his purpose.

Then, the wall turned into gatling guns, appearing from both the ceiling and the ground. 

It didn’t even warrant a moment of pause or notice from him. It was below his station to worry about such idiotic weapons, so primitive.

All the rounds felt on the ground, stopped point blank by a forcefield around his person. 

Then, came the robots. 

Various shapes and sizes, coming at him to try and tackle him to the ground. Once again, barbaric but a bit more effective than the last one. This time, he was technically speaking impaired visually.

It was still pathetic to try to slow what was inevitable. 

The outdated bots were unlikely able to scratch him or his armor. 

So, he pressed forward to find what he came for.

Suddenly, something grabbed him. What was that? Some kind of scarf? It was something new but too unimportant. He continued to walk while someone dressed as an hobo hero tried to pull him back. 

At the very least this individual knew his worth, hence his pitiful clothes.

“MIC! CEMENTOSS! His quirk doesn’t seems to deactivate!” 

A quirk? Who dared to say he had a quirk about his attitude? He was perfect and absolute!

Then, suddenly, a wall slammed him outside. 

While he was falling in the air, the intruder could see a yellow haired individual who then screamed at him. A sonic attack, it had been long. 

Sadly for his opponent, this wasn’t the first time he had to face something like that. In addition to that, the attack was way too weak to actually breach his mighty defense. Nonetheless, theses heroes were likely going to prove themselves troublesome.

“Stand aside or be destroyed.” 

Maybe some would listen to their better and obey? 

Then again, a lot of clones appeared around him. Funnily, it didn’t look like a spell.

“The name is Ectoplasm! Surrender! We are surrounding you!” 

The intruder laughed openly before readying himself for battle. At least he would have a little fun.

“The only thing I am surrounded by is fear and dead men.” 

Then the clash began.

—--------

“Slice, are you in position?” 

“Yep, Nine! Ready to shoot whenever you are!”

“Let Chimera engage first. Then, Mummy and I will intervene. From what I can see, our opponent seems to have some kind of emitter quirk according to the blast he is throwing and he wears a power armor that protects him from blows. Chimera? Go as hard as you can. Slice, don’t try to actually kill him, you are unlikely to do anything. You are our eyes, so we never lost him. 

Mummy, with your bandelets, you will try to take his armor off. Be careful, he most likely booby trapped it.” 

Nine gave his command before letting his friends and soldiers join the fray. It was time to earn their paycheck.

—------

Aizawa had thrown by his own scarf on Cementoss. The Building hero managed to grab him but Eraserhead was really doubting their ability to stop this enemy. 

Who the fuck was that man and why he couldn’t continue to attack?! Was it because he wore a full body armor and as a result it hid him from his quirk? 

That was a possibility but one he didn’t like. Shit. 

Suddenly, a gust of wind was felt by everyone when a buff wolf and Hound Dog attacked together in a pincer attack. Apparently, the pack instinct was included in their mutant quirk as both were perfectly synchrone. 

“OVER HERE TINCAN!” 

“Be gone, dogs!” 

Both mutants had their wild instincts telling them they might have fucked up. The following explosion proved them very true as it projected them on opposite side, their opponent not feeling any hit. 

“Are you done? I grew tired of this little game. You are all pathetic and beneath me. Nothing can stop me.” 

“Looking from there, YOU ARE BENEATH ME!” Nine said before summoning the lighting of the storm through his quirk. 

This made the intruder smile.

“There, that’s actually a bit better. However, I have seen divine powers try to break my armor and fail. Sadly, you aren’t at their level.” 

As a testimony to his bragging, the thunder did almost nothing on him as he continued to walk unaffected.

“HOW LONG TILL ALL MIGHT IS THERE ?” 

Even the intruder felt the taste of the air change suddenly as someone who looked like Captain America on steroid fell from the sky.

The iron-masked man took for the first time a battle stance.

“FEAR NOT, I AM HERE!” All-Might said in a bombastic way, while posing. Did Doom do a mistake in his assessment? DOOM NEVER DID A MISTAKE!

Still, Doom was incredibly surprised when All-Might’s first strike meet his forcefield. It was meant to withstand the hit from the Hulk or Thor. Yet, if Doom had to classify this man strength, he would put it nearly at the level of the Savage Hulk.

“Impressive.” Doom commended before beginning to cast a spell. The chains of Cyttorak would be a good start. 

All-Might was surprised by the red chains coming from thin air but he inhaled more air than just before.

“If one hit isn’t enough, let’s try this!” 

Doom raised an eyebrow. What was this meathead doing? 

Then, his forcefield registered 8 hits, near simultaneous and as strong as the first one. WHAT?! What was this man’s source of power!?

Doom quickly reassessed this man threat level. He wasn’t a Savage Hulk. He was above.

The chains of Agamotto clearly weren’t enough. So, Doom did something he almost never did. He actually taped into higher power as his spells began to clash with All Might’s fists as the shockwave was sending all of the others heroes away.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT ALL FOR ONE OFFERED YOU, VILLAIN, BUT YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU ATTACKED THE UA ACADEMY!” 

Oh. So this was a school. Did that mean that his previous attackers were merely teachers? Well, they weren’t bad… For teachers. However, the man in front of him was clearly something else.

However, this man did a foolish mistake and it was Doom’s duty to correct him.

“PEASANT! DOOM FOLLOW NO ONE’S ORDER EXCEPT HIS OWN! I DO NOT KNOW WHO THIS ALL FOR ONE IS BUT HE IS BENEATH THE NOTICE OF DOOM!” 

All-Might seemed to consider the man sincere anger at the thought he would obey someone else and did something that surprised everyone.

“Oh. My apologies. It was uncouth of me to think you were related to my nemesis.” 

Heroes with their villains. Always thinking it was all about them and blaming everything on them. 

Doom was clearly not doing that with Richard of course, because Richard was behind everything wrong with Doom’s life!

“Considering your situation, Doom forgives you. However, stand aside before Doom’s mercy runs out.”

“Unfortunately for you, it is you who should calm down. Another one as strong as me is coming and since you have trouble with dealing with me…” 

Doom was checking on All Might before his mask noticed something. He was sweating. Was he on a time limit and trying to bluff him?

“I am here for Colossus. Bring him to me.” Doom finally spoke, as even with his timelimit, this All-Might was an unforeseen threat…

Then some part of the #1 costume fell. 

Doom had noticed during their exchange of physical blow and magic subtility that this man was protecting especially a spot of his body. Doom assumed it was the source of his power.

Now, Doom was seeing an injury not unlike his own face. Actually if Doom was correct, and he always was… This man was missing several internal organs. Yet he was proudly standing in front of him, ready to fight to the death to protect what he held dear.

“Colossus is a friend! I will not let him under the duress of a villain!” 

“Doom respects your courage and your honor. However, there seems to be an error. I am not here to hurt Colossus.” …Perhaps Doom should have lead with that, as everyone was surrounding him.

“... What?” 

Then Doom explained. 

—----------

All-Might felt bad for Colossus when Nedzu summoned him to his office. He had one before and after the USJ incident and considering Nedzu’s state of frenzy, Colossus was in for a rough time.

He was nonetheless standing behind the door, ready to intervene if necessary. 

However, Doom had been placated by Nedzu’s offer of tea and a game of chess while they were waiting for Colossus.

The principal was staring at the board and sipping his fourth cup of tea. Oh dear. He was actually losing the game against a human. This… Had never happened. Nedzu, in all of his life, couldn't actually remember a time when he lost a game again one of these hairless bipeds.

“Impressive. Usually, Doom’s partners don’t last longer than five moves.” Dr. Doom often had an issue: his intellect clearly made him stand apart and above everyone else. It was so rare to find someone who could actually follow him on some level.

“Usually, I don’t lose either.” Nedzu said while drinking his tea, seeing his opponent drinking it casually, as if knowing he could walk out of there anytime he wanted.

“Principal Nedzu. You may be the most intelligent being in this universe. I am the smartest.” 

“... Of your universe or the multiverse?” 

“Yes.” 

For some reasons, Nedzu actually shivered as his instinct told him this man could most likely back up this affirmation. Doom was pleased to see this animal understand his position. He was, indeed, smarter than most humans.

Finally, thought, they could hear the heavy step of the metal russian who came as soon as he heard the news.

“... DOOM?!” 

“It’s Dr. Doom for you, Colossus of the X-men.” Doom corrected while casually drinking his tea. “I am here for what I was promised.” 

“...” Colossus stopped thinking for an instant and stared at Doom in utter disbelief. “You searched for me across the multiverse to get your painting done?” 

“Doom paid good money for this. It’s only logical I get what I paid for.” Doom explained to this talented idiot.

Colossus sighed… And nodded. 

“Listen, I am not against it. However, unless you are bringing me back to our dimension…” 

“Which Doom has no reason to do.” Doom said, especially as he knew this Sinister parasite rode along him to get here. He was actually still pissed about that.

“I will then ask you to come regularly here to get your painting done. Since I doubt you would leave your country for too long.” 

Colossus had more brains than Doom gave him credits. The Doctor thought about the situation and nodded. This seemed logical.

“However don’t ask Doom for any favor since you are simply doing the job you have been paid for.” Doom warned.

“It didn’t even cross my mind” Colossus lied. Doom was an ass and an egotist… However, everyone back home knew he was the real deal. Only dumbasses were going like “What kind of Doctor are you, lol? Did you even finish school?!”. That man created time-travel. As far as Colossus went, it was worth every diploma. 

“Very well. Doom shall accept this offer.” 

“Can I ask only for a favor? To simply let know anyone back home I am fine and uninjured?” Colossus asked, hoping maybe Doom had a shred of compassion.

Doom considered the situation… Before finally nodding. 

—-------

Later that day.

Sanctum Sanctorum.

“HEY STEPHEN! I HAVE FOUND COLOSSUS BEFORE YOU! SO MUCH FOR BEING THE SORCERER SUPREME!” 

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME, VICTOR!” 

As he heard Victor indeed leaving cackling, Stephen opened a communication channel to Magik.

“Illyana? I got confirmation your brother is alive and well. Also, I have finally a lead to his whereabout.” 

When someone as magically charged as Doom traveled somewhere, it was bound to leave a trail. He knew Victor and he would hide it but only to make Stephen work harder. 

Both of them knew Victor was the best sorcerer between the two of them but Victor didn’t want the title (and the responsibilities) of being a Sorcerer Supreme, happy to let his… Frenemy(?) shoulder everything.

—---------

Luna, MHA Universe.

The Watcher wondered if any humans understood what exactly happened. For the first time, in a very,

very, very long time…

In an universe where Magic had long since died…

Magic was brought back.

—----------

A certain blue haired man with broken hands wondered what were the whispers he heard now he was falling asleep.

What the hell was a Vishanti?

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Chapter 15: Colossal Consolidation

Sinister was a man who sought self-improvement, fun and style. All in all, he was actually someone quite simple and not evil, if you forgot the eugenics, the sadism, being related to at least world-ending calamities or even that one time where he shot someone and it turned out to be an archduke or something, starting some fun times in Europe. 

While he liked a challenge, though, he didn’t like being uncomfortable. In this case, the fact that this world actually had so many heroes. It was a legitimate profession here. Good lord, if what Octavius and Green Goblin once mentioned at a poker night, it meant Spiderman could actually have a decent life here. 

Sinister thought about that for a second and laughed. Spiderman, not having a fucked-up life. Oh, the joke. The man was so unlucky that if he ever got back with his one true love, he would get cucked by the divine forces ruling the universe.

“HMMMHMMMMMM!” A green man tried to scream as Mr Sinister got close up with a syringe. 

“Stay silent, unless you actually have something worthwhile to say to me.” Nathaniel Essex said calmly. The man nodded furiously, and Sinister, unusually, actually decided to humor this character. 

“I work for All For One, you idiot! What do you think will happen to you when he notices you kidnapped one of his direct henchmen!?” He was only his comics supplier, to be fair, but it was a good job!

“... I don’t know who the hell is All For One,” Sinister said, utterly disinterested, before opening the man’s eyes and bringing the syringe closer to the eyeball, “Now if you would stay calm. Your ability to make plant growth by looking at them is actually important to me…” 

“HE IS THE GODDAMN QUIRK THIEF YOU ASSHOLE! WHEN HE WILL LEARN OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, HE WILL WRECK YOUR…” Suddenly, the man stopped yelling, as his face turned calm. 

Sinister, curious at the ‘Quirk Thief’ thing, had actually changed, temporarily, the plan. He simply used a crude version of his truth serum, which he kept on him, to make the weird criminal speak more. 

“... Tell me more about this… Quirk Thief.”

The last thing the criminal would remember was Sinister’s laugh after he ended his explanation about All For One.

Then he exploded. All For One did put a bomb quirk inside him, too.

Sinister, covered in blood and burns, could only say one thing. 

“Bummer.”

Oh well. At least now he had a plan. Moreover, that man’s survival wasn’t necessary for his plan to create a gate to his laboratory.

Sinister was seriously thinking about the situation. This All For One had something Sinister searched for YEARS. If half of the tales were true, this criminal had what Sinister always wanted for his creation: a managerial type of power. Yes, yes, the man could take and give power. Sinister barely gave a shit about that. It was a fairly simple process. 

Rogue was already doing that, kinda. Apocalypse too. The American Government, Dr Doom, and possibly even Stark knew how to do that shit. 

However, unlike what Sinister cited previously, this All For One could deactivate unwanted power and simply store it. He could even stockpile them if he wanted! Moreover, this fucker was apparently OLD and had a huge collection of quirks that didn’t make him go kaboom. 

One of Sinister’s biggest issues with his Chimeras was to make all of the power inside of them cohabit without making the host explode. 

Because, let’s be honest. Giving power to someone was fairly easy. The issue was not killing them in the process. This All For One could make his success rate go from 5% to 50%, in all likelihood. IT WAS GOING TO SPEED HIS RESEARCH BY CENTURIES.

Now, all he needed to do was to make the man interested in his product. So, what could Sinister? 

Well, he would do what any good businessman would do in such a situation. He would provide a performance and a free trial to attract his prospects!

Colossus didn’t know why, but he felt a chill in his spine as he was helping All-Might gather up material for their next class, with the 1-B. Sure, 1-A was their biggest concern because they seemed to attract all kinds of issues, but they weren’t ignoring them. 

“Something wrong, my friend?” All Might asked, pondering his reaction, “Something related to the dead giant?” 

“I hope not. It does haunt my nightmares at night, but I try to simply wait for Nedzu's and his friend’s investigation.” 

Nedzu and Shield, after all, listened at length to Colossus’ explanation of who the World Eater was and why finding him dead was actually a huge source of concern. It also made them decide to study if there wasn’t more to their world they ignored. 

Several teams were sent across the world, according to Colossus’ knowledge of his world, to identify more similarities to his world. 

Two were sent to Africa, and both had the hardest tasks: trying to find anything that could be linked to Apocalypse and another one for Wakanda. Sadly, Colossus had no idea of their precise localization. After all, Apocalypse wasn’t someone who liked to say where exactly his power was found (especially when time travel was kind of accessible), and Wakanda was… Isolationist. To say the least. 

Another went to the South Pole to check if they had a Savage Land. Nothing about the moon because Shield actually already had a base there and swore there was nothing. 

The Watcher chuckled when the human said that.

“That’s the only thing you can do for now,” All-Might acknowledged, as he finished preparing exactly what he wanted for the 1-B exercise. Namely, an exercise that would push them to choose team leaders. “Besides, we are going to have a calmer next week.” 

“You mean… Internship?” Colossus found the idea new but also very nice. It reminded him a bit more of the Xavier Institute and also a less failed version of what the USA tried to put with the Hero Registration Act. What a mess the Civil War was. “I regret I don’t have a few of my friends with me. They would be excellent mentors.” 

“Oh? Like who?” 

“The first would be Logan, the Wolverine. He is gruff, he frowns a lot but he cares. He is also the step-dad of several of my friends, like Laura or Jubilee.” Colossus said, while leaving out the complicated part of how Laura was technically more Logan’s actual daughter thanks to cloning, and also leaving out Kitty, “but the one I would really like to see as a mentor is Spiderman.” 

“He is a Spider heteromorph? It must be quite the issue as a branding. People must keep thinking he is a menace,” All Might winced, thinking about how a young man could suffer a lot under the stigma of the wrong power.

“Technically, yes. He has most of the spider's abilities, but as a man. However, because of one newspaper, he is often seen as a menace.” Colossus sighed, thinking about how Spiderman truly had a bad hand at life.

“And you think he is…?”

“He is one of the few people I would trust with absolute power because he would bear it with absolute responsibility,” Colossus said the most seriously of the world, “My sister and I also owe him one for when he beat the hell out of us while we were corrupted by said absolute power.” 

Colossus actually wondered how Spiderman was doing, hopefully well, and nothing bad had happened to him

“Thanks, Magik,” Peter said, as Mary-Jane, Paul, and he got back from the hellish dimension with the Limbo Queen, who was cleaning her Soul Sword. Killing a wannabee god was always a fun thing.

“I still owe you for the Phoenix debacle. Besides… Piotr would also be beside himself to know you had an issue like that.” Magik calmly stated.

Spiderman really had a weird life. Thankfully, after escaping the dimension where his totally not love interest was being kept captive with… a man she could best describe as a Soy Boy, but with at the very least a bit of muscle, he had tried to call all of his friends for some help. Among the first people was herself. 

She helped Spiderman not only to pay back her debt but also because now, she knew her brother was alive and well in another dimension. She needed to train a bit to rescue him from wherever he was. 

Also, apparently, she fucked up a daemon’s plan to make Spiderman’s life miserable… As certain Sllew Bez. She would deal with him later. She didn’t have a lot of friends, and seriously, the Silent Council was annoying her more and more with their isolationist bullshit! FOR FUCK SAKE, APOCALYPSE WAS THE MOST AGREEABLE OF THE GROUP.

“Also, don’t forget. When you go to search for Colossus, I will be happy to help,” Spiderman said, as helpful as ever. 

“Thanks, Spidey,” Magik held a bumpfist and Spidey did the same, “Even if the mutants have Krakoa, we would be serious assholes to not help.” 

They bumped fists.

“You say that, but apparently the votes were quite close, no? Something about Sinister not being there?” 

“Honestly, the less I see him, the better it is.” Magik shrugged. Fuck Sinister. Except that one time where he actually trolled Kitty on her clothing style. She actually

“Believe my experience. The worst kind of mad scientist is the one you don’t know where he is/what he is planning,” Spiderman said, remembering way too many things that happened to him, “Oh, and by the way. I already dropped on the spider-web for people to be on the lookout for Colossus. If he is in one of the dimensions linked to the web of life…” 

“He will be found fast. If he isn’t, he is also going to be found fast because it will reduce the number of candidates.” Magik said, surprised as Spiderman nodded.

“Bingo!”

“I hope the universe throws him a bone. He deserves it.” Colossus sighed. According to Logan, Jean and Emma, the dude had a shitty life.

“Ahaha. Don’t worry, I am sure he is going to be a-OKAY!” 

“But more seriously, I was hoping to train Midoriya a bit more,” Colossus said, as he was one of the few people who could actually take a hit from Midoriya and not risk injury. 

“He is going to intern under my former mentor, Gran Torino. A bit insane, grumpy but also a good teacher,” All-Might said confidently, “He is based at Hosu, if you ever want to check on Izuku. Just… Remember to be in your armored form. My teacher likes to do surprise attacks.” 

Colossus nodded, while promising himself to do that. Besides, if he remembered correctly, there was something he wanted to see there, and he had something to ask All-Might.

“By the way, Yagi. Could you do me a solid?” Colossus asked the American skeleton, who nodded happily.

“Of course! What can I do for you?”

All-Might smiled at the favor asked by Colossus and in half an hour it was done. 

So, Colossus planned his new date.

Nemuri squealed on the phone at Colossus’ idea for another date. He managed to get a place at the All-Star restaurant in Hosu?! It was one of the best restaurants in Japan! Some people half-joked that to get a place there, you needed to use time-travel!

“I'll take it as you like it a lot,” Colossus said over the phone, laughing slightly at her happiness, “Just a second before you answer. My colleague screamed just a few seconds ago, and I want to check if she is okay.” 

Nemuri suddenly remembered she was still at school. Oh shit. Did she scream that loud?! Shit, she needed to hide fast! She was on another floor; she didn’t expect him to actually hear her!

Colossus, from below, yelled, “Is everything okay, Midnight?” 

“Yes, yes, it was just… A mouse!” 

“... I know the principal can be scary, but you should be used to him travelling in the vent.” Colossus sighed as he went back into the room to plan more for his date.

Slice, in the same room as Midnight, was cackling softly, “Oh my god, you are precious.” 

Midnight, cooing over the phone, answered with a middle finger. LET HER HAVE A MOMENT.

Tomura was still in his cell. The doctors did as much as they could, but… In the end, he actually lost one finger in each hand. His right pinky and his left ring. Not the worst, he could still play video games, but… It was weird. Not having his quirk anymore. 

Yet, Tomura was at peace. He felt… Better. Less angry at the world. Less angry at the heroes. Less angry at himself, if he had to be honest. 

Stopping playing League of Legends probably helped as much as being far from Sensei. In hindsight, it was highly probable that the midget with weird hair was right about All For One using him as an attack dog. 

So, in the end, he was alone, broken and with only books to keep himself company. His hands were barely healed enough for him to actually play some videogames. 

No, the only moment when he felt strangely alive was when he dreamt. He dreamt of time older than what was taught in school. He… Saw sorcerer, dipping in blood magic and facing strong-headed yet wise barbarians. 

He saw figures, existing usually only in non-Euclidean reality. It was actually quite fine, because Tomura was used to weird bullshit without explanation. He really liked some crack fanfiction after all. One of his favorite stories to read before sleeping was still the Goku x Ann Frank.

Yet, sometimes he also heard voices. 

“Really… Best… possible?” 

“Only receptive… No choice…”

“Useful… Can be molded…” 

“FUCK ALL OF YOU! I AM MY OWN MAN!” Tomura yelled at the disembodied voice, as if they were boomers interrupting his dreams.

“Will have… To do.”

Seriously, what was all of that about? He was almost expecting a giant man coming out of the door and telling him he was a wizard. 

“What the hell is my life right now?” Tomura whispered to himself, before laughingly pointing at the door, “It’s not like by saying some shit like ‘DOMAIN EXPANSION: GUN’ something would happen! Or Fireball!” 

At this instant, a fireball was cast from his hands, hitting the door. Then, the anti-fire system activated, putting out all the flames and drenching him in water.

Tomura had the proper reaction at this instant.

“...I AM NOT THIRTY YET! I STILL HAVE A FEW YEARS BEFORE BECOMING A WIZARD!” 

Almost the proper reaction.

Garaki looked at All For One.

“Sir?”

“Yes, my friend?”

“Did you ever have the sensation that Christmas was coming early, but you didn’t know why or how, but you couldn’t wait to get the unexpected gift?” 

“Oh, quite often! Like that time when you had the idea of creating Quirking, the dating app based on quirk compatibility, so people would have more quirks according to our interests!”

“Thank you! Your idea of using premium payment was also pure genius.” 

Capitalism. Capitalism never changed.