TIME - 2:45 AM
Midoriya: Why are you here, Sensei?
Aizawa: Someone tipped me off.
Midoriya wasn't satisfied with this answer, staying silent. Aizawa, aware of this, continued.
Aizawa: Told me you and Bakugo were at it. That you weren't holding back.
Midoriya stands, silent. Eyes shadowed by his hair, he asks.
Midoriya: Sensei. Why are you here?
Aizawa: Someone has to stop you, kid. No one else can.
Midoriya: And you think you can?
As Midoriya watched, the cashier walks from around the corner, too. Kirishima comes slowly, both arms raised. Midoriya is surprised at tears running down his face. As he attempts to ask why, Kirishima stops him.
Kirishima: Midoriya... You killed someone.
These words cut into Midoriya's heart, striking deep. He stumbles back, his calm composure shattered. His arms shake profusely. He can feel something arising, suppressed only by Erasure. Voice trembling, he asks.
Midoriya: Who? No one except us was nearby. I saw you leave after your shift.
Kirishima: Mineta; His shift was after mine.
Midoriya didn't get to comprehend these words, his thoughts interrupted by fabric wrapping around his torso. His gaze returns to Aizawa. The man's scarf constricting around his body, Midoriya's breath is cut short. The feeling growing under Aizawa's quirk, and his sorrow growing so large, an immense pit forming in his stomach. Tears fall down his cheeks as he surrenders. Sobbing, he falls to his knees, hunching over. Bowing, his tears descend into a crushed weeping. As he cries, Aizawa advances. Walking forwards slowly, arms gripping the scarf firmly, he approaches Midoriya.
Suddenly, a light appears. Blinding him, Aizawa curses. As he recovers, he hears the helicopter fly overhead, spotlight shining intensely on the area. The moment of blindness was brief, but enough. Midoriya, no longer suppressed by Aizawa, screams in agony. Large, black tentacles of energy lash out, blocking the Underground Hero's vision. Consumed by the power, Midoriya yells out. Aizawa rushes to improve his vantage point. Kirishima, held at bay by the tentacles, is left without a way to stop him.
Black Whip, empowered by Midoriya's emotional state, wreaks havoc. I killed someone. Swinging wildly, it strikes Kirishima, sending him across the lot. I'm a monster, Midoriya's mind shouts to itself. Soaring through the air, Kirishima glimpses a young girl crouched by a hole in the wall of a building. A sickening crack is heard as his head strikes a concrete pillar. Fading into unconsciousness, he hears the familiar voice call out to him.
Unknown: Red!
Midoriya hears this voice. Who?! Whirling around, eyes engulfed by green energy, he finds the source of the voice. Black Whip lashes indiscriminately. A child, no older than 10 was the target, standing 200 feet away.
Gray hair. Red eyes. A 6 inch horn on her head. Eri stood before him. He falters, stumbling. Even Black Whip retreats when Midoriya recognizes a friendly face. She was wearing a green skirt, U.A. gym pants, and a gray blazer. His old red tie hung from her neck. She stood over Kirishima, concern on her face. An image flashed in Midoriya's mind. She stood in her signature hero pose, hands on hips. A breaming smile, brighter than his ever was, shone on her face.
Eri: Dad! You hit Red!
He winced as she called him "Dad." He wasn't used to it, not even after it started in his 2nd year of high school. Almost 2 years and it wasn't enough time to convince him that he deserved it. He breathed in, attempting to calm himself. Murderer. He roared, his anger and sadness overwhelming. Black Whip, moving faster than he could control, rocketed out. It rushed towards Eri, a pointed javelin racing forward. He screamed, his voice shrill. He knew what would happen. It would pierce her, impaling her.
Horns blaring in his head, tremors split him in half as he realizes it was too late to stop the flying tentacle. His mouth agape, he watches, almost in slow motion as it unfolds. The Black Whip blade swinging forward, raging towards his most prized companion. It was 2 feet away. 1 foot. 6 inches. 3. His head hit the concrete. Blackness.
2 MINUTES EARLIER.
Aizawa walked from around the corner, eyes glowing red. Footsteps pattering as Eri ran along the edge of the roof, to Mina.
Mina: (whispering) Eri! What're you doing here?
Eri: I'm not sure what's happening. Aizawa woke me up. He told me that Dad was going berserk.
Mina did a small dance in her head, fireworks going off in her belly as Eri said "Dad." She loved when Eri called Midoriya that. She raised into a crouch, head poking up slightly as she looked at Bakugo yet again. She realized who was standing next to her and relief bloomed. With Eri, they could heal him. She could tell that they had to hurry, or he'd be dead. She peered at Eri, pointing silently at Bakugo. Eri peered over the edge as well, eyes widening as she glimpsed Bakugo. She turned back to Mina, mouthing Dad did that?! Mina nodded, face grim. Eri continued. Mina was good at reading lips. I thought he was fighting a villain, not Uncle Kay!
As Mina conversed quietly with the girl, she notices quickly that Midoriya was reacting poorly to the situation, for he lie prostrating on the ground, tied by Aizawa's scarves. Mina poked Eri, gesturing to Bakugo again. She whispered.
Mina: Eri. We have to help him.
Eri nodded, moving swiftly. She dropped from the roof, out of Midoriya's line of sight. She quietly made her way over to Bakugo, moving as silent as any pro hero. Aizawa had taught her stealth himself, just like Midoriya. She had taken quickly to hero training after she recovered from her trauma. U.A. had been reluctant to release her, so they brought a school teacher to teach her what she'd missed. Quickly, she'd advanced through elementary and middle school. Finally, she'd caught up to her friends intellectually. She was in her first year of high school now, attending U.A.
She approached Bakugo. As she nudged him, he grunted, blood spilling from his lips. I can't move him, she realized in alarm. Thinking quickly, she tried to solve the problem presented. She didn't want to heal him so close to Midoriya, because he wasn't stable right now. She looked back at Mina, eyes pleading for advice. Mina was gone, likely to help subdue Midoriya.
The wind was suddenly thrown about, fiercely blowing Eri's hair about. She gasped as the temperature rose instantly. A fierce sound reverberated through the lot. Her gaze returned to Bakugo, hands planting on his broken, maimed chest. I have to do this now! She closed her eyes, wind whipping ferociously. As she crouched, her hands placed firmly on Bakugo's chest, she imagined the one person who always triggered her power. Kai Chisaki. Overhaul.
The pit of fear that arose within her overshadowed any other feeling, eclipsing her. Eri's eyes flooded, tears flowing. The horn, originally 3 inches, doubled in size. A small itch appeared in the back of her mind, the off button for her quirk. Yellow light flowed from her eyes. As Eri cried imagining that man, she also recalled that day. The day she'd been saved. Such strong emotions powered her quirk. She wept tears of joy, remembering the heroes that came to her rescue that fateful day.
Her hands, yellow energy flowing from her pores, lifted as the space beneath them once again filled. Bakugo's chest, previously having been blasted inward by Midoriya's blows, was now regaining it's volume. Eri hearsa loud scream from behind her, the wind striking heavily against her shoulders in thin strips. Almost as if something is propelling it. Oh no...He's free. Bakugo's shoulder pops and returns to it's original position, regaining it's color. The bleeding stops, cuts close, and Bakugo is rewound.
THUD!!
Eri turns, having heard the loud noise. She sees Black Whip, a power Midoriya never let himself use, soaring about. A tentacle strikes Kirshima, his body flying in her direction. She sees him strike a large concrete pillar, 10 feet from her.
Eri: Red!
Eri sprints to the man, crouching to check his pulse. She hears Midoriya yell out behind her.
Midoriya: Ah!
SLAP!
She turns. Midoriya lies on the street, knocked unconscious. Bakugo stands over him, dust settling around him.