As the sun began to rise and the air cooled, a tense atmosphere filled the room where Izuku and Mirio sat quietly with Eri. They had successfully saved her from Overhaul, but the weight of what they had done was beginning to sink in. The door suddenly burst open, and in walked Nighteye and Aizawa, their expressions a mix of concern and anger. Both teachers marched straight over to the two students, their footsteps heavy with the impending scolding.
"Izuku, Mirio!" Nighteye's voice boomed, sharper than they had ever heard it before. "What in the world were you thinking?"
Aizawa's stern eyes followed. "Do you two even understand how reckless that was?" he added, his tone low but full of authority. "You launched a raid on one of the most dangerous criminal organizations without proper backup. You could've been killed!"
Mirio and Izuku hung their heads, neither daring to look up. Eri clung tightly to Mirio's arm, her wide eyes darting nervously between the two adults. At least in her eyes the adults weren't that trustable.
"Let's talk else where, you guys are scaring the girl." All Might was also there, its just that he was not in his buff form so only Izuku recognize him. He gave a glance at Izuku before taking Eri out, the girl only went with him reluctantly after Mirio assured her that he would meet her soon.
"You had no plan, no support, and no idea what you were walking into!" Nighteye continued, his anger not letting up. "Do you understand the position you've put yourselves in? Not just for your own safety, but for the safety of everyone else involved!"
Mirio opened his mouth, trying to find words, but no sound came out. Izuku kept his gaze glued to the floor. They knew what they had done was dangerous, but they weren't ashamed of what they did.
"And you!" Aizawa snapped, turning to Izuku. "You're always diving headfirst into things without thinking about the consequences! How many times have we talked about this?"
Izuku flinched, thinking whether his track record was really that bad ?, but still couldn't bring himself to respond.
"Why? Why did you do it?" Nighteye pressed, his voice softer now but no less demanding. "Why did you take this on yourselves?"
Still, silence. Neither Mirio nor Izuku explain. How could they? How could they explain that it was Yuta who call them, that will surely shift all the fault at his head.
They didn't had a plan ready to tackle this so keeping quite was the best thing they could do.
Nighteye's patience began to wane. "If you don't start explaining yourselves, there will be severe consequences," he warned.
Just as the tension reached its peak, Aizawa folded his arms and looked around. His sharp eyes scanned the room before he suddenly asked, "Where's Yuta?"
The question made both Izuku and Mirio tense up. They exchanged nervous glances before Izuku finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"He… went after one of the Eight Bullets who escaped," Izuku said, trying not to sound too panicked
"What?" Nighteye exclaimed, his brows furrowing. "He went after one of the members of the Eight Bullets by himself?"
Mirio nodded hesitantly. "He saw one of them running and just… took off. He said he would handle it and come back soon."
"That Problem Child…" Aizawa muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated but also worried. "He just doesn't know when to stop."
Nighteye shook his head, visibly trying to suppress his growing anxiety. "Alright, we'll deal with Yuta when he returns. Not like there are many things which can cause any trouble to that kid, he himself is the biggest trouble out there of others. But for now—" He turned his gaze back to Izuku and Mirio. "—we need to get you two back and figure out how to handle this situation properly."
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As the police convoy made its way down the quiet road, carrying Overhaul in a high-security van, the atmosphere was tense. Overhaul, his arms restrained, sat silently in the back, glaring at the ground. He knew he was on his way to jail, and his empire was crumbling. More importantly he won't be able to bring his adopted father back to his health like this.
Suddenly, without warning, the van jolted violently to the side, causing the officers inside to shout in surprise.
"What the—?"
Before anyone could react, the sound of metal being torn apart filled the air, and the van was forcefully stopped. The police tried to draw their weapons, but a thick, black mist appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the entire convoy.
"Not today," a cold voice sneered.
Shigaraki emerged from the shadows, his hand casually placed in his coat pocket, a deadly grin spreading across his face. Kurogiri stood beside him, his mist swirling ominously.
The officers tried to defend themselves, but Shigaraki's Decay quickly crumbled their weapons and anything they touched. He walked straight towards the van, eyes locked on Overhaul, who now stared at him in shock.
"You didn't think I'd let you get away, did you?" Shigaraki said, his voice dripping with malice. He pulled open the van doors with ease, reaching for Overhaul.
"What are you—" Overhaul started, but Shigaraki cut him off.
"I'm here for two things. Your precious drug and... to tell you that I finally realized what you meant, I really don't need you."
Without hesitation, Shigaraki placed his hand on Overhaul's remaining arm, and before he could react, Decay spread rapidly, crumbling the arm to dust. Overhaul screamed in pain, his body writhing as he watched his arm disintegrate.
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