Akira and Bakugo found themselves suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place. The air was heavy with dampness, and the dim light cast eerie shadows against the cracked concrete walls. The smell of mold lingered in the space, indicating it had long been abandoned.
Akira quickly assessed their surroundings, his sharp eyes scanning for any immediate threats. Bakugo, on the other hand, was visibly tense, his fists clenched tightly and sparks crackling around his hands.
"Damn it! Where the hell are we?" Bakugo growled, his gaze shifting from one side to the other, looking for any sign of an escape.
"Welcome to our little hideout," Ishimura said with a wide grin, his arms spread in mock welcome. "You made it too easy for us to bring you here. Too trusting for your own good."
Akira's eyes narrowed, his body relaxed but ready for action. "So, what's the plan? Revenge? Extortion? Or are you just looking to get your ass kicked again?"
Ishimura's smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. He turned to the man standing next to him, who had a faint, glowing mark on his forehead. "This is Mori. His Quirk, 'Replace,' allows us to swap locations with anyone within a certain range. You can imagine how useful that is."
Akira's mind raced. A Quirk that could swap people's locations... It wasn't the first time he had encountered a Quirk like this, but it was still dangerous. **They're well-prepared, but they still haven't learned.**
Akira took a step forward, maintaining his calm demeanor. "I don't care how prepared you think you are. You're not leaving here with anything but defeat." His voice was cold, unwavering.
Bakugo, still tense, sneered. "You think you can take us down this time? You won't even know what hit you."
Ishimura's smile faded as his gaze turned steely. "Don't get too confident. You'll regret underestimating us."
The tension in the air thickened as Mori began to concentrate, his glowing mark flickering with power. Akira's senses went on high alert as he prepared for whatever was coming next.
Suddenly, a flash of light engulfed them. Akira and Bakugo found themselves back at the school gates, their surroundings shifting in an instant. The two men, now in the place where Akira and Bakugo had been, stood tied up, struggling against the ropes that bound them.
"What... what's going on?" one of the civilians said, his voice filled with confusion and fear.
"This is... U.A.?" another mumbled, trying to make sense of their surroundings.
"Who brought us here?" the third asked, eyes darting around.
Akira's gaze hardened, his focus shifting back to the two criminals. **They think they have the advantage, but they've just made a mistake.**
"We're saved! We're saved!" one of the civilians shouted, realizing they had been freed.
But Akira knew this was far from over. The criminals would regroup, and there was no telling what their next move would be. He remained vigilant, his muscles tensed, ready for whatever they tried next.