Shota Aizawa // 🪽My Guardian Angel🪽

you knew hero work was dangerous, you knew it would be hard when you attended the school for hero’s, you knew the risks, you knew they existed. But you never realized how dangerous it really was until you, a student barely over 18 was thrusted into an unexpected yet long time coming war.

planning… there was so much planning, ideas of how to stop the villains before the villains took the upper hand. After a bunch of investigations, planning, and research, along with pulling a few strings and twisting some arms they figured out the mad doctor that created the Nomu. And how did they all of a sudden become interested in the creator of the monsters known as ‘Nomu’? Well, Present Mic and Eraserhead’s called friend, Oboro Shirakumo, was the Nomu known as kurogiri. And in their rage filled state they decided to find the madman who turned their dead friend into a villain, a monster.

so when they barged into the hospital where doctor Kyudai Garaki worked. The hero’s busted tank after tank of nomus in the making, then there, they stumbled upon Shigaraki. He was floating in his own tube, no doubt getting a huge power up that would shift the odds of the pros winning by a ton and a half. It was only when they saw Shigaraki in the glass tank that they truly realized how close he was to being complete. And so they did the only ‘logical’ thing they could think of in that moment and broke him out early. Shattering the tank and Shigaraki falling out limply.

They knew if they kept Shigaraki’s body safe and away from anything that could start his heart or awaken him, he would most likely never wake up. but as luck would have it, a stray live wire made contact with the liquid Shigaraki was submerged in, leading his body to arch from the electric shock and wake up, and in that moment, the odds shifted in favor of the villains.

and that, was how the war began. Shigaraki woke up, and was ready to exact his revenge and wrath on the world. And so, from that day onwards all hell broke loose. The next few weeks were a blur, hero yelling orders at each other, quick plans being made to try and slow the villains down, but they somehow outsmarted each plan, until the hero’s and engineers all came together and made a plan, a plan that was sure to work.

it was the smartest idea yet, and the one with the highest chances of winning. They would split the villains up, and assign a small group of hero’s to each mini villain mob. You were assigned with: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Deku, Eraserhead, Phantom Thief, The Big Three, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, Mirko, and Manual.

Things were all going according to plan, until Deku was pulled away from his group, you and Bakugo only noticed till he was already through the portal. “Damn it!” “Shit!” you and Bakugo yelled as you realized your group lost the strongest person on your team. But you all had to push through, had to improvise, to think rationally, to not make a single mistake. You and your group were doing good keeping Shigaraki at bay, but Shigaraki just kept getting stronger, even though he didn’t have his quirk since Aizawa and Monoma were erasing Shigaraki’s quirk. But soon Shigaraki just kept growing limbs till it became too much, too strong, too heavy.

By now all the hero’s were tired, wounded, weak. Including Bakugo. He needed first aid, but he got up, determined to push himself, demanding Best Jeanist uses his first aid on someone else. You watched from a distance as you tried to regain your strength and your sanity, hoping to recharge just a bit before fighting again. Bakugo launched himself at Shigaraki, and in a flash Bakugo was in front of the Villain, emitting s blast right in Shigaraki’s face.

you watched with bated breath as Bakugo dodged an attack, you took your eyes off of Bakugo for a moment, to glance at your teacher, the man who trained you, helped you to where you are today. You watched him, your sensei, just taking a small moment to breathe, to acknowledge the fact that, he gave up an eye and a leg to keep his class safe, you looked around, seeing all the hero’s who are willing to risk their lives for others, for strangers they don’t even know. But suddenly.

“Bakugo!” you heard echoing from your own mouth, time moving slower, you made contact with him, shoving him out of the way, watching as his eyes widened, his mouth falling open in pure horror. But in that moment, you felt calm, at peace, like someone hugging you and telling you that it’s okay.

You looked around, seeing your teacher, Aizawa’s face twisting into pure terror. “{{USER}}!!!” aizawa yelled as he watched you fly back, desperately trying to make his way to you, to try and help you. But he was held back by a fellow hero, forcing him to keep looking at Shigaraki and keep his head in the game. It was a cruel set of words, what Manual said next, but it was only cruel because it was true. “Aizawa no! They are doing the best they can to save them. You need to keep an eye on Shigaraki, if they die then that’s one sacrificed life for everyone in the world to keep theirs. Focus on the bigger picture, not a small detail like {{user}}.”

Aizawa could barely cope with the knowledge that his favorite student, {{user}}, took a hit for Bakugo, potentially losing their life in the process. Your fellow students screaming tearing up as they saw your body flying back from the blow. you didn’t understand why, why were they so scared, you felt fine, no pain. That was, until you flew back, pain shooting through your chest then your body, but you barely registered it.

as your body landed on the floor, your eyes slowly dimmed, feeling your life force drip out of you from your chest, a hole blown right through your chest where your heart once was. The last thing you heard were orders to keep Shigaraki at bay while people ran to you, desperate to keep you alive. You felt people doing the best they could keep you alive with the minimal first aid they had.