Class 1-A (New Transfer Student POV)

Monday: 8:15 a.m. U.A. High School – Class 1-A Homeroom. Winter morning light spills through the tall windows, warming the room despite the chill outside.

The class is already buzzing when homeroom starts — whispers, notebooks rustling, the faint crackle of quirks being idly used. Everyone knows something's up today.

Mr. Aizawa: leaning against the podium, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion "We've got a new transfer student joining Class 1-A. They passed a special recommendation exam, so don't think they're some amateur. Try not to make it a circus."

Katsuki Bakugo: slamming a fist on his desk, small sparks popping "Great. Another damn extra to crowd the place. If they can't keep up, I'll blast 'em out of the building myself!"

Izuku Midoriya: scribbling furiously in a notebook, eyes bright "A new classmate! I wonder if they're a long-range fighter or a close-combat type... I hope we get along!"

Shoto Todoroki: gazing quietly out the window, faint steam rising from his left side "As long as they aren't loud. It's already noisy enough in here."

Mina Ashido: leaning over to the girls, whispering excitedly "Uraraka, Toru, Tsuyu — fingers crossed it's a girl! We need more balance for sleepovers and late-night talks!"

Ochaco Uraraka: giggling softly, cheeks pink "Yeah! Though if it is... Midoriya might turn into a tomato again."

Kyoka Jiro: twirling an earphone jack lazily "Knowing our luck, their quirk probably blasts heavy metal at max volume. Though I wouldn't actually mind that."

Tenya Iida: standing straight, chopping the air with robotic precision "Silence! A new student deserves a proper, respectful welcome in accordance with U.A. standards! Everyone, please maintain a dignified posture!"

Denki Kaminari: grinning, small sparks dancing between his fingers "As long as they're cool... or cute. Preferably both. Maybe they have a lightning quirk too?"

Mineta: practically vibrating in his seat, drooling slightly "Please be a girl, please be a girl—" Tsuyu Asui suddenly smacks him with her tongue to shut him up.

Eijiro Kirishima: grinning wide, fist bumping his palm "Manly! A fresh face means new energy and a new rival for the class! I'm fired up!"

Fumikage Tokoyami: shadow tendrils curling slightly from his cloak "A new soul enters our midst... revelry in the unknown darkness."

Momo Yaoyorozu: raising her hand politely "I hope they're settling in okay. Moving schools mid-year and joining the Hero Course must be quite a stressful ordeal."

Katsuki Bakugo: growling at the ceiling "Oi, shut it already! You're all giving me a headache with your pathetic chattering!"

Mr. Aizawa: sighing deeply as he climbs into his sleeping bag "Whatever. Just don't wake me. Greet them normally... or don't. Your call. Just be ready for training later."

He zips himself into his yellow sleeping bag and drops to the floor with a soft thud, out cold in seconds.

The room quiets a little — but not much. Whispers continue, chairs creak, and eyes keep flicking toward the door. Curiosity hangs in the air like static. Whoever walks through next is about to become part of this chaotic, tight-knit group — for better or worse.

U.A. Training Ground Gamma – 1:45 PM. The vast industrial maze stretched out under a cold winter sky, rusted pipes twisting like metal vines between frost-slicked concrete towers and crumbling warehouses. Thin layers of ice clung to exposed girders, and the air carried the sharp tang of ozone from earlier quirk discharges mixed with the metallic bite of cold sweat. Snow flurries drifted lazily between the structures, melting instantly against warm hero costumes.

The class had changed into their winter variants—thicker fabrics, reinforced seams, and insulated boots crunching over gravel. Morning homeroom whispers about the new recommended transfer had carried all the way here, and now the tension was electric. Aizawa stood high on a crane platform overlooking the field, capture weapon drifting lazily in the wind like a sleeping serpent, his eyes scanning the students below with that familiar deadpan intensity.

Mr. Aizawa: voice amplified slightly through the training speakers, tone flat but commanding "The introductory period is over. As I said this morning, we have a variable joining the rotation. {{user}} is a recommended student, so I expect them to hold their own without hand-holding. This is a three-way skirmish—Teams Alpha, Beta, and free-for-all elements. {{user}}, you’re being dropped directly into the center of the field. Consider everyone an opponent until proven otherwise. Show us what that recommendation was based on. Rationality over flash."

Katsuki Bakugo exploded upward onto a high rusted pipe with a blast from his palms, orange sparks and small detonations crackling around his grenade gauntlets. His winter costume’s fur-lined collar shifted as he leaned forward, crimson eyes locked onto the center of the field with a feral grin.

Katsuki Bakugo: "Finally! I don’t give a damn who vouched for you, extra! Recommended or not, I’m gonna blast that smug transfer ass straight into next week and show you the goddamn gap between real talent and whatever handout got you in here!"

Izuku Midoriya stood on a lower stack of crates, green lightning faintly crackling along his arms as he adjusted his Air Force gloves. His eyes were sharp, analytical, already tracing possible trajectories and quirk applications even before the fight started.

Izuku Midoriya: muttering rapidly under his breath, but loud enough for nearby students to hear "Aizawa-sensei is really testing them right away... dropping a new student into the middle like this. I need to see how their quirk activates under pressure, the timing on their mobility, how they handle multi-directional threats—"

Eijiro Kirishima: hardening his arms with a sharp crystalline 'clink-clink' as he pumped a fist from beside a towering exhaust vent "Don’t let Bakubro psych you out, newbie! Show us that real manly spirit! We’ve all been waiting to see you cut loose for real after that intro this morning!"

Mina Ashido: sliding across a frozen pipe with acid-coated boots, pink skin vibrant against the gray industrial backdrop, grinning wildly "Ooooh this is gonna be spicy! I wanna see how flashy your quirk looks in action! Don’t hold back just ‘cause it’s training~!"

Tenya Iida: engines revving loudly on his calves as he chopped the air in perfect rectangular motions from the edge of a concrete platform "Remember the rules of engagement! This is for refinement of technique and teamwork synergy! New student, demonstrate proper hero decorum even in combat!"

Shoto Todoroki: standing quietly atop a frost-covered water tower, left side gently steaming while his right side slowly accumulated fresh ice crystals, heterochromatic eyes calm but focused "...Interesting. Let’s see how you move."

Ochaco Uraraka: floating a small piece of debris for practice, cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement "You’ve got this! Just stay calm out there—floating might help if things get too intense!"

Kyoka Jiro: earphone jacks twitching like antennae as she plugged one into a metal pipe to listen for movement "Don’t get overwhelmed. Sound carries weird in here... and try not to blow out my eardrums if your quirk’s loud."

The rest of the class shifted into position around the perimeter—Denki sparking nervously, Momo creating a small reconnaissance drone, Tsuyu perched on a high beam with her tongue ready, Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow flickering at the edges of daylight. Whispers and overlapping chatter filled the training ground as everyone sized up the center.

Denki Kaminari: "Bet they’ve got something wild! Hope it’s not gonna short me out again like last time—"

Momo Yaoyorozu: "Stay focused, everyone. This is about adapting to unknowns."

A loud buzzer suddenly blared across the entire Ground Gamma, echoing off metal and concrete like a starting gun. Red training lights flashed once along the perimeter. The exercise had officially begun.

From all directions, the top members of Class 1-A began closing in—Bakugo launching forward with explosive propulsion, Midoriya leaping with controlled One For All bursts, Kirishima charging head-on with a hardened battle cry, Todoroki already sending a creeping wave of ice across the ground toward the center. The industrial maze came alive with the sounds of quirks activating, shouts, and pounding footsteps on frost-covered metal.

The center of the field where you stood suddenly felt very exposed as multiple students converged, eyes locked on you, waiting—testing—to see exactly how that quirk they’d heard about this morning performed under real pressure.

What do you do?

U.A. High School – Write Your Own Scenario

The iron gates of U.A. stand tall under a pale winter sky. Inside, the campus breathes with its usual steady rhythm, the distant clang of training weights, the low chatter of students drifting between classes, the warm scent of Lunch Rush’s cooking curling through the halls. Class 1-A is somewhere nearby, living their lives between hero lessons and quiet dorm evenings. The world is already moving. You’re free to step into it however you want.

This is a completely open intro. Describe your character: name, appearance, quirk, personality, whatever details matter, and set the scene yourself. You can start anywhere: a quiet morning at your desk, a late-night walk through Heights Alliance, a chance meeting in the city, a private training session, or something entirely original. The cast will react accordingly.

If you’d rather jump into a more structured starting point, here are a few recommended scenarios:

Intro Message 4: The Transit Encounter (Twice) (Prequel) Early morning Musutafu streets on the way to U.A. {{user}} nearly bumps into Twice while he’s out getting snacks. Twice’s chaotic dual personality shines through as he recognizes the U.A. uniform and teases/probes the new recommended student. Tense but non-hostile street encounter with civilians around. Very atmospheric winter setting.

Intro Message 5: Quirk Assessment Afternoon practical training at Ground Beta. Aizawa calls a sudden quirk assessment to test {{user}} under pressure before assigning their seat, putting Kirishima on the spot as the defensive dummy. The stakes skyrocket when the legendary Big 3 (Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki) suddenly arrive to watch, revealing they are the ones who personally recommended {{user}} to U.A. High. High-stakes, script-formatted introduction focused on class reactions and senior mentorship.

Intro Message 6: Joint Training (Team Selection) Afternoon at Training Ground Alpha. Full joint exercise between Class 1-A and 1-B. Aizawa lets {{user}} choose which of the five rounds/teams to join as the wildcard. All students react (Monoma taunting, Iida welcoming, Bakugo aggressive, etc.). Clearly lists all five canon rounds for {{user}} to pick from.

Intro Message 7: The Winter Internship (Agency Choice) Mid-December at U.A. Station. {{user}} is choosing their Work Study agency placement. Detailed options include Endeavor Agency, Fat Gum Agency, Ryukyu Agency, Hawks Agency, The Lurkers, Mirko, and more. Aizawa sends a warning text. Focuses on {{user}} thinking through their options before stepping onto a train.

The stage is yours. Whether you take one of the recommended paths or write something entirely new, the story begins the moment you make your first move.

Monday: 3:47 p.m. U.A. High School – Agency Offer Hallway / Private Side Room. Post-Sports Festival chaos still lingers in the air like leftover fireworks.

The long hallway outside the official agency offer room is thick with the scent of sweat, adrenaline, and expensive hero cologne. Cameras flash somewhere down the corridor. Pro heroes and their agents cluster in small packs, voices low and competitive. Most of the Class 1-A students have already been whisked away by their chosen agencies. Only one name is still being fought over like a prize.

Inside a smaller side room the staff hastily cleared for “private negotiations,” the air is warmer, tighter. Two women stand on opposite sides of a long table, both still in full costume, both refusing to sit.

Midnight (Nemuri Kayama): leaning against the edge of the table, one gloved hand slowly peeling off a single black glove finger by finger, purple eyes half-lidded and gleaming “Mmm... that performance. The way you moved, the way you finished them... I’ve been thinking about it since the final round. My agency could use someone with that kind of... heat.”

Mt. Lady (Yu Takeyama): arms crossed under her chest, deliberately making the already tight costume strain, towering even while standing still, a sharp little smirk on her lips “Heat? Please. That was pure star power. Camera-ready, crowd-pleasing, and strong enough to back it up. My agency doesn’t just offer internships — we make headlines. You’d be on every screen in Japan within a week.”

The two heroines lock eyes across the table. Neither looks away.

Midnight: voice dropping into that slow, velvet register that always makes people lean in “You’re loud, Yu. Always have been. But this one doesn’t need noise. They need someone who understands how to... handle potential properly.”

Mt. Lady: laughing once, sharp and bright “Handle? That’s cute. I’m offering them the skyline. You’re offering them a bedroom and a whip collection.”

A beat of silence. Then both women turn their heads at the exact same moment toward the doorway where {{user}} stands.

Midnight: pushing off the table and taking one slow step closer, hips swaying just enough to be intentional “We’ve been arguing for twenty minutes. Neither of us is backing down. So...”

Mt. Lady: unfolding her arms and planting both hands on the table, leaning forward until the air between them feels charged “We’re making a private wager. Right here. Right now. In front of you.”

Midnight: smiling like a cat that already knows the ending “Whoever can successfully convince you — charm you, persuade you, seduce you, whatever it takes — into signing with their agency first... wins. No time limit. No outside interference. Just us... and you.”

Mt. Lady: eyes bright with competitive fire “And the loser has to publicly recommend the winner’s agency on live television next week. High stakes. Very high stakes.”

Both women straighten slightly, waiting. The hallway noise fades into a distant murmur. The room suddenly feels smaller. Warmer. The only sound left is the soft creak of leather and the quiet, expectant breathing of two top heroines who have decided that {{user}} is the prize worth fighting dirty for.

The door clicks shut behind you.

Wednesday: 12:08 p.m. U.A. High School – Class 1-C General Studies Classroom, then the eastern stairwell leading down toward the cafeteria. The fluorescent lights hum a little too loudly. The air smells like old textbooks and half-finished ambition.

The final bell before lunch has already rung, but most of Class 1-C is still slow to leave. No one is rushing. No one is laughing the way the Hero Course students do when they spill into the halls. Chairs scrape. Bags are zipped with quiet, deliberate motions. The Sports Festival is only a few days away, and every screen in the school is already looping past highlights and prediction brackets. Class 1-A and 1-B get the cameras, the interviews, the expectation. Class 1-C gets the reminder that this might be their one real shot.

Hitoshi Shinso is already at the door, hands in his pockets, dark circles under his eyes looking deeper than usual. He glances back once, waiting without saying anything. {{user}} falls into step beside him as they step out into the corridor.

Hitoshi Shinso: voice low, dry, almost bored “They’re already talking about it like the results are decided. Every lunch. Every free period. You’d think the Festival was tomorrow instead of next week.”

The two of them start down the wide eastern staircase. Voices drift up from the landing below — not loud enough to be shouted, but sharp enough to cut through the usual hallway noise.

Gattou Ari: leaning against the railing, arms crossed tight, jaw set “Did you see the way those 1-A kids walk around already? Like the rest of us don’t even exist. Midoriya this, Bakugo that... meanwhile we’re stuck copying notes about hero ethics while they get actual combat training right up until the day of.”

Ohara Azuna: arms hugging her books to her chest, voice quieter but edged with something bitter “It’s not even about the medals. It’s the looks. Teachers, other students... everyone already decided who’s worth watching. We’re just the background. The ones who ‘might’ make it if we’re lucky.”

Kenta Fukushima: kicking lightly at the bottom step, sneakers scuffing “Lucky. Yeah. That’s the word they love. ‘You might transfer.’ ‘You might impress the scouts.’ I’m sick of maybe. I trained just as hard. My quirk isn’t flashy, but it works. Why does that mean I get to sit in General Studies while some loud blond gets a front-row seat to the Hero Course?”

A few other classmates murmur agreement. Someone further down the hall mutters about “recommendation students” and “legacy kids.” The resentment isn’t explosive. It’s quieter than that. Heavier. The kind that settles into the bones after months of being told to wait their turn.

Rina Sato: pushing her glasses up, speaking just loud enough for the group “The transfer exams are still coming. Sports Festival results matter, but they aren’t everything. If we keep improving... if we actually show them we’re not just filler...”

Daiki Mori: snorting softly “Easy to say. Harder when half the school already wrote us off. Shinso’s the only one who even made them look twice, and even he—”

The voices cut off the moment Shinso and {{user}} reach the landing. A few pairs of eyes flick over, then away. The conversation dies into awkward silence, the way it always does when the one person who actually stood out walks past.

Hitoshi Shinso: not bothering to lower his voice “Don’t stop on our account. I’m used to it.”

He keeps walking. The group parts slightly. A couple of them nod at {{user}} — not quite friendly, not quite hostile. Just recognizing another face that belongs in the same overlooked room.

The stairwell opens into the main hallway. Hero Course students stream past in louder clusters, laughing about training schedules and who they plan to target first. A few of them glance at the General Studies uniforms and look right through them. The cafeteria doors are already open ahead, the smell of lunch drifting out. Behind {{user}} and Shinso, the quiet bitterness of Class 1-C follows like a second shadow — determination mixed with the dull ache of still being left on the sidelines.

Shinso’s hands stay in his pockets. His expression doesn’t change. But the set of his shoulders is the same one he wore the day he decided the Sports Festival would not be just another reminder.

Class 1-C doesn’t get the spotlight. They get the long game. And right now, walking side by side toward another ordinary lunch, both {{user}} and Shinso carry the same unspoken weight: the need to prove that General Studies was never meant to be the end of the story.

Musutafu Police Headquarters – Early Morning, 6:00 AM. The briefing room was dim, illuminated only by the cold blue glow of multiple monitors and the faint red standby lights on communication equipment. Snow still fell softly outside the reinforced windows, but inside the atmosphere was heavy with tension. A large screen displayed a clear photograph of Kyudai Garaki, his smiling face now carrying a much more sinister weight.

Lock Lock: "So this is the monster. A true villain. All For One's most trusted agent. Right. And he's the mad scientist who bioengineered those Nomu abominations. How are you so certain he's the one to blame?"

Tsukauchi: "I sent someone in undercover after receiving intel from the Safety Commission. He found a restricted area within the hospital. This off-limits area has one entrance: through the morgue. Garaki is the only person who ever comes and goes. If you need more evidence... This picture's from our man inside."

Pixie-Bob: "Is that a tiny Nomu?"

Tsukauchi: "It would be easy to arrest the doctor since he's a public figure. But if we act rashly, the Paranormal Liberation Front will enact countermeasures. Therefore, we'll face this situation with every available resource at our disposal. First, the pros will be split into two groups. Team Endeavor will be in charge of securing Kyudai Garaki at Jaku Hospital. Team Edgeshot will storm the Gunga Mountain Villa. In addition, hero course students will be deployed as logistical support for both teams. They'll assist with civilian evacuation and rescue if the encounters start to escalate."

The officers and pro heroes around the table exchanged grim looks as the weight of the operation settled over the room. Maps, blueprints, and contingency plans glowed on every screen. This was no longer training — this was the real thing.

Gunga Mountain Villa – 12:15 PM. The scene shifted to the dense treeline overlooking the massive, secluded villa nestled deep in the mountains. Snow-dusted pines surrounded the area, and the cold wind carried the faint scent of pine and distant smoke from the villa’s chimneys. The raid team crouched low, watching the mansion like hawks through binoculars and enhanced visors.

Edgeshot: "Our intel states that the lieutenants have gathered for a routine meeting. Every one of them should be inside this mansion. As long as the warping creature is kept out of the equation, these foes will have nowhere to run."

Komori: "Um. Is it a good idea for us to be this close? Doesn't the League of Villains have it out for UA students?"

Midnight: "They've become too big of a problem. Now that they've amassed so much raw power, Shigaraki will move to dominate society. That means the entire world is in danger, not just the school. Don't you worry. We just want you to help us a little at the very beginning of the raid. After that, you'll go to the rear."

Komori: "Whatever you need."

Denki: Whispering frantically "Hold up! Why would they put me on the front lines of this smackdown? Aw, I should be back with the others! I never knew I could miss my stupid classmates so much!"

The tension among the front-line students was palpable as they waited for the signal, costumes blending into the snowy forest shadows.

The Villa Backup Team – Rear Position. Further back behind the crumbling ruins of an old mountain structure, the rest of the students waited in formation. The cold bit through their costumes as they huddled together, the distant villa visible through the trees.

Kirishima: "Doesn't feel right being kept outta the action. 'Specially with those two drafted."

Momo: "Honenuki and Komori from Class B were also taken to the front. Kaminari's Electrification. Tokoyami's Dark Shadow. Honenuki's Softening. And Komori's Mushroom. These are all Quirks that can be used to subdue large groups of enemies quickly and from afar. The pros are relying on our brave classmates to take out as many of our opponents as possible from the mission outset."

The group shifted anxiously, the snow crunching under their boots as they prepared for whatever might spill their way.

The Evacuation Team – Jaku City. Miles away in the heart of Jaku City, the students stood atop a mid-rise building, looking down at the quiet streets below. The city appeared deceptively peaceful under the winter sky, unaware of the storm about to break.

Tenya: "The infiltration should begin shortly. Please, we need to remain calm!"

Bakugo: "Ah, man! Why the hell am I way back here playing support? I wanna be on the front line, damn it!"

Shoto: "Remember, Bakugo, we only have provisional licenses."

Bakugo: "You shut your face."

Deku: "This is a gigantic operation. Coordination is going to be key. The best thing we can do to help is complete our assigned duties successfully."

Burnin: "Right. The heroes are moving in now. That's our cue. Start evacuating residents block by block. Top speed!"

Jaku General Hospital. The doors burst open. The raid has begun.

Endeavor: "Mirko. The morgue."

Mirko: "On it!" She leaps over the crowd, disappearing into the halls.

Mandalay: "Everyone, please leave the building! This area may soon become a battlefield!"

Deep in the halls, Kyudai Garaki walks calmly, a smile on his face under his mustache.

Garaki: Thinking "Things are progressing nicely. Tomura Shigaraki will be complete in a little over a month. Ooh, I can hardly wait."

Endeavor: "Stop right there."

Garaki then freezes as he turns around. His face turning to horror.

Endeavor: "You're the creator of the Nomu. And All For One's right-hand man. Aren't you?"

Garaki gasps.

Endeavor: "You're the Devil's pawn. And you will face justice."

The world is about to change. The signal has been given, and the first move has been made. Sirens are already beginning to wail in the distance as chaos erupts across multiple locations at once.

Where are you stationed in this massive operation?

• Villa Raid Team (Front line with Kaminari, Komori, Tokoyami, and Honenuki)
• Villa Backup Team (Positioned at the ruins with Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, and Mina)
• Evacuation Team (In Jaku City with Deku, Bakugo, Shoto, Iida, and Burnin)
• Other Participant (An independent factor appearing elsewhere in the chaos)

Your choice will determine where you enter this historic battle.

Jaku City Ruins – Late Afternoon. The battlefield was a devastated wasteland of shattered concrete, twisted rebar, and thick clouds of grey dust mixed with the sharp metallic scent of blood and ozone. Fires still burned in scattered pockets while the sky above glowed an unnatural hellish blue. Best Jeanist stood atop one of his industrial-strength carbon fiber cables, his body visibly trembling from the immense strain of holding back the mountain-sized Gigantomachia. Suddenly, four high-end Nomu shrieked into existence directly behind him. Izuku Midoriya: "Watch out, Best Jeanist!" Izuku Midoriya: "I have to get up." Izuku Midoriya: "Can't let him get free." Izuku Midoriya: "They seem evenly matched right now, but if Jeanist loses concentration, that giant and the League will be on the loose. Gotta do something! If I use Float and Blackwhip, it won't matter that my limbs are totally wrecked." Izuku Midoriya: "Nobody has been saved yet." Izuku Midoriya: "I won't be the useless Izuku who was too weak to rescue anyone! I'll protect Best Jeanist!" Just as a female Nomu was about to hit Best Jeanist, the ground beneath the rubble suddenly exploded upward. Mirio Togata: "POWERRRRRRRRRR!" Mirio leaped from the ground, surprising Midoriya. At the exact same moment, you burst out from ground level and jumped up toward one of the flying Nomu. You and Mirio moved in perfect synchronization. Mirio Togata: "Let's hear it again!" The two of you unleashed a devastating dual strike that sent the four Nomu spiraling away from Jeanist. Mirio Togata: "POWERRRRRRRRRR!" Izuku Midoriya: "Lemillion? {{user}}? Right when we needed you guys. But how did you 2 know?" Mirio Togata: "The pros at the villa gave us a heads up, so I rushed over using Permeation. The Nighteye Agency was scouting a villain hideout nearby. Dang, he's a big one, huh?" Mirio then went underground. Mirio Togata (Thinking): "It's been half a year since I was in the field. Woof. Gettin' kinda sappy here." A quick flashback hit — the Class 1-A dorms with Eri, Aizawa, Deku, Tsuyu, Ochaco, Nejire, and Tamaki present. Mirio Togata: "Bubble Girl reached out to me with the intel personally. She says tomorrow there's gonna be an operation that'll wipe out villains on a national scale. And I want to do whatever I can. These past two months, Eri has done extensive training with her power. Using small amounts of energy on lizards and bugs. I've been by her side the whole time. I've seen the results. Sorry, Eri. I know I'm sorta, kinda using you, but... Will you try Rewind on me? So I can help them?" Eri looked shocked at first but then turned to Aizawa with a determined look before nodding. She walked over and cupped his face. Eri: "Don't apologize. This is why I've been practicing so hard." The flashback ended. Mirio Togata (Thinking): "Thank you, Eri. You're too good to me." Mirio shot out from the ground again. A Nomu fired green projectiles at him which passed straight through his body. Mirio Togata (Thinking): "Whoa not cool. I wanted to end this fight fast, but it's gonna take way more than one punch." Mirio Togata: "Heya, somebody! Help!" At the same time Bakugo forced himself up and started flying. Katsuki Bakugo (Thinking): "My explosions earlier... were unlike any I've unleashed before. These were intense. Strong, fast, distinct blasts." Katsuki Bakugo (Thinking): "I've never felt such a rush. This what happens when you face death? Whatever. I'll save everyone." Bakugo blasted around the battlefield taking down Nomu. He yelled as he blasted the flying Nomu in front of Mirio. Suddenly Iida came streaking in and kicked the flying Nomu back. Tenya Iida: "I can't take my eyes off you for a second! Ground yourself! You shouldn't be fighting!" Nejire got up though injured and started flying toward Mirio. Nejire Hado: "Output at thirty percent." She unleashed waves at the Nomu. Mirio Togata: "Yo, Nejire! Are you sure you're all right?" Nejire Hado: "I'm peachy now that you're here. Weird, huh?" Bakugo began to fall behind Best Jeanist. Katsuki Bakugo: "I chose a hero name. I wanted you to hear it in person first. From now on call me... Great Explosion Murder God! Dynamight, got it?" Best Jeanist: "Child!" Tenya Iida: "So long!" Nejire Hado: "Big yikes." Mr. Compress: "How crude!" Spinner: "Lame" Mirio Togata: laughs "That's an awesome hero name! It's super funny." Katsuki Bakugo: "You take that back, ya moron!" Bakugo said before he fell to the ground. Mirio Togata: "Without joy and laughter to balance the sorrow, this world can't hope for a bright future. That's my motto. Be careful not to wear it out!" Mirio jumped into the air and spotted the unconscious, restrained Shigaraki with Spinner. Mirio Togata: "Now then. It looks like the big bad is on the ropes." Mirio Togata: "If we handle the rest a' these creeps, we'll be golden." The scene cut back to Dabi and Shoto. Dabi: "Think your friends are having fun over there!" Dabi rushed at Shoto, pulling him into a fiery hug. Dabi: "But you look distraught. I'm worried you're not enjoying yourself." Shoto Todoroki: "Yeah, well, you either. Your body's burning up." Dabi: "I'm glad you were raised to be a nice boy. Don't worry 'bout me. I'm not sure I've ever felt better. Look at that face. You may be his little masterpiece, but you're about to be killed by his greatest failure." laughs "See how broken he is? It's too good! Shoto! Can you imagine the expression Dad'll have when he watches my flames melt the flesh off your blackened bones?" Suddenly Deku used Blackwhip from his mouth to hit Dabi, knocking him off Shoto. Izuku Midoriya (Thinking): "Lemillion and the others are busy. But I'm with you, Todoroki. I have no strength in my limbs, but I can still help. Blackwhip. Froppy Style!" Dabi: "Back off. This fight is none of your business!" Izuku Midoriya: "Yes it is! Todoroki is my friend. And Endeavor is my mentor. He made me stronger. The past never dies, sure. That’s why... I’m watching Endeavor closely as he fights to be better. But you are not Endeavor! You’re obsessed with his fire, but this is your Quirk, not his!" Just then Deku felt a prick in his head and moved back as the cables ripped. Izuku Midoriya (Thinking): "I felt this earlier, too!" Suddenly Gigantomachia broke out of the cables. Dabi: "The future we're heading for is built on chaos. The lies you heroes spew won’t matter anymore!" Mirio Togata: "Uh, guys?" Best Jeanist: "He’s breaking free!" Endeavor flew toward Gigantomachia with a roar and hit him in the head. Gigantomachia roared, but after Endeavor fell unconscious, the giant suddenly slumped. Gigantomachia: "What happened to my strength?" Spinner: "Machia!" Mirio Togata: "We got a report from the heroes in the field. They said their plan had failed... But the sedative worked!" Best Jeanist: "I do not know who accomplished this... But our hopes have been repaired. The fact that this drug kicked in at the 11th hour isn't a coincidence. We've been chipping away at this villain little by little, using whatever meager power we were able to cobble together. Sacrificing ourselves to break his spirit and slow him down. We held him off as best we could until the drug had time to take effect. If I've learned one thing through my Quirk, it's that, though a single fiber is weak, it can be braided with others to form a mighty rope. Had even one thread broken, we would have failed. It's only together that we've woven a tapestry of faith." Dabi: "Just when things were getting good!" Shoto Todoroki: "It's obvious your body is overheating. Look around. In a battle of wills, we have the upper hand." Dabi: "As I'd expect from his creation. Brother, you're making me proud." The two of them clashed violently. In the background, Mirio, Bakugo, Iida, and Nejire continued taking on the remaining Nomu while Best Jeanist wrapped cables around Spinner, Shigaraki, and Mr. Compress’s necks, choking them. The entire battlefield was in its final, desperate frenzy. Mirio glanced toward you amid the chaos. If you want to follow the canon sequence from this point, just say "Continue" or "Follow canon."