Aizawa's scarf lashed like a whip, wrapping around a villain's neck and slamming them into the ground.
His hair stood on end as he kept his Quirk activated, erasing the powers of everyone he could focus on.
Sweat dripped from his face, but his sharp eyes stayed locked on Shigaraki, who stood at the back of the group, watching like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"Stay sharp, Thirteen!" Aizawa barked as another wave of villains rushed toward them.
Thirteen was holding her own, using the powerful suction of her Quirk, Black Hole, to pull debris and villains into the swirling vortex at her fingertips so Aizawa could knock them out.
She kept her attention on Kurogiri, who floated nearby, his misty body shifting and swirling like a storm cloud.
Kurogiri's voice was calm, almost mocking. "You're impressive, Space Hero Thirteen, but your focus is divided. How long can you keep this up?"
"I'll keep it up as long as I have to!" Thirteen shot back, her voice muffled through her helmet.
She shifted her stance, widening her arms to keep the portal villain from sneaking around her defences.
Aizawa's breathing grew heavier as he dodged an incoming strike, twisting mid-air and slamming his elbow into the attacker's jaw.
His scarf moved like it was alive, tangling legs and necks, disabling opponents as fast as they came. But he couldn't look away from Shigaraki for even a second.
Shigaraki tilted his head, scratching at his neck like an impatient child. "You're pretty good, Eraserhead," he said. "But you can't protect everyone forever."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his scarf. "I don't need forever. I just need enough."
Then, it happened.
Aizawa blinked.
In that split second, Shigaraki moved. His hand made a slow, deliberate swiping motion as if cutting through the air.
The moment his fingers curved, Aizawa felt an invisible force pull him with the force of a truck.
It wasn't just a shove—it felt like space had been sliced away, dragging him forward with unstoppable speed.
Before he could react, Aizawa was face-to-face with Shigaraki. His cracked lips stretched into a mock of a smile.
His hand's sickly, pale skin was inches from Aizawa's face, and the hero could see the faint flakes of decay falling from Shigaraki's fingers.
Aizawa's heart pounded. He saw it in Shigaraki's bloodshot eyes—death was staring him down.
Across the battlefield, Thirteen fought to maintain control of her Black Hole. Kurogiri, calm and calculating, opened a portal directly behind her.
She cried sharply as the suction from her Quirk pulled against the portal. The violent force ripped at her marshmallow-like costume, tearing it apart piece by piece.
As the fabric shredded away, her true form was revealed. Thirteen was petite, with a pale, almost ghostly complexion.
Her slim arms and shoulders were exposed, her delicate frame curling in pain as she deactivated her Quirk.
Aizawa gritted his teeth as Shigaraki grabbed his neck with four fingers, except the pinky, while trying to free himself and Thirteen desperately tried to regain control of her Quirk.
"So cool, so cool, a very impressive Quirk indeed," Shigaraki mocked as his bony fingers tightened around Aizawa's neck.
With a sudden, brutal motion, he slammed Aizawa into the ground, the impact shaking the floor beneath them.
Aizawa groaned, trying to catch his breath, but Shigaraki wasn't done. He swung his foot down, connecting with Aizawa's face.
A sickening crunch echoed as his nose broke, blood gushing out. Shigaraki grabbed him by the collar, hoisting him back up.
"But let me tell you a little secret," Shigaraki said, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Aizawa's. "I'm not the boss around here."
Before Aizawa could react, a massive shadow loomed over him. A hand—twice the size of a normal man's chest—wrapped around his torso, squeezing like a vice.
The Nomu had arrived.
It was grotesque. Dark purple skin stretched tight over rippling muscles, its bloodshot eyes glaring without emotion. The worst part was its exposed brain, pulsating and raw as if daring someone to touch it.
The Nomu's grip tightened, and the sound of Aizawa's ribs creaking under the pressure sent chills down the spine of anyone watching. Aizawa gasped, his body going limp as pain radiated through his chest.
Shigaraki giggled like a child watching a cruel prank. "How unfortunate," he said, getting on toetips to get a closer look at Aizawa. "With no heroes left to save you, I'll settle for the second best. I'll wound the pride of—"
Before he could finish, Shigaraki's words caught in his throat. His expression twisted in confusion and pain as he glanced down.
A massive hole had appeared in his stomach, blood dripping freely to the ground. Before him, a saber protruded from the Nomu's side before clattering to the floor.
"Thirteen joints," a calm voice said from behind. "I'm getting the hang of this."
Yami stepped forward, his red gi stained with blood—none of it his own. Around him, a mountain of bleeding villains lay motionless. His golden eyes glinted under the sun.
"Before you go to sleep," The voice said as he walked towards Shigaraki, "Be afraid."
Yami's left arm hung at an unnatural angle, bones poking out grotesquely. Without hesitation, he petrified his arm, forcing the bones back into place with a sickening crunch.
He grabbed his blue belt and wrapped it tightly around his arm, shielding it from the sun.
Shigaraki's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. A moment later, black mist wrapped around his body, enveloping him.
Kurogiri's yellow eyes narrowed. "Hmm. It seems not all the students were as weak as we thought."
Before Kurogiri could finish, Yami was already in motion, sprinting straight at him. At the same moment, the Nomu lunged forward, its massive fist hurtling toward Yami.
Yami ducked under the swing at the last second, the air from the punch brushing his hair.
Without missing a beat, he dashed past the Nomu, his ribs extending into sharp spears aimed at Kurogiri, who reacted just in time, teleporting out of reach.
The Nomu turned, its unblinking eyes locking onto Yami. But Yami smirked. "Bring it, freak."
The Nomu's massive fists slammed into the ground with enough force to send shockwaves through the floor, each strike narrowly missing Yami.
He moved with fluid precision, dodging each attack by the width of a hair; his petrified hands gleamed like polished obsidian, slicing through the air with lethal intent.
Every swipe left deep cuts on the Nomu's dark, grotesque flesh, though the creature's regeneration never seemed to stop.
Momo wasn't far behind, her body glistening with sweat as she worked tirelessly to support Yami.
Her hero costume clung tightly to her thick curves. Her long, dark hair stuck to her flushed skin as she knelt to craft tools and weapons.
She created a thin, metallic wire and flung it with precision, the string wrapping around Kurogiri's misty right leg.
"Move an inch, and I'll slice it clean off," Momo warned. Her thick thighs tensed as she gripped the wire tightly, her massive chest heaving with each breath.
Kurogiri's yellow eyes narrowed, his misty leg dissolving into a cloud before reforming moments later. "Clever, but futile," he said, his voice calm despite the tension.
Undeterred, Momo adjusted her strategy. She quickly created several gas grenades, the small metal canisters forming between her tits and popping out as she set them on the ground.
Sliding a gas mask over her face, she moved to check on Aizawa, who lay injured nearby. His face was pale, blood seeping from his broken nose and cracked ribs.
"He's still breathing," Momo muttered to herself, placing a gas mask over his face.
"Catch!" she shouted, tossing another gas mask toward Yami, who caught it mid-roll, barely avoiding a double-handed hammer slam from the Nomu.
The Nomu's fists collided with the ground, sending debris flying. Yami sprang back to his feet, slipping on the gas mask as he grinned at Momo.
"Good timing, Cow," he quipped, his golden eyes glinting as he ducked a jab from the Nomu before slicing its hand off, and seconds later, another hand popped out.
Momo ignored his teasing, her focus sharp as she hurled a gas grenade toward the Nomu.
The canister exploded on impact, releasing a thick, choking gas cloud. Kurogiri appeared behind her in a swirl of mist, but she was ready. From her back, a hidden shockwave grenade shot out, detonating on contact and sending Kurogiri flying back.
Yami ran around the field, his obsidian blades slashing at the Nomu's limbs while Momo focused on setting traps.
Each time she bent to place a grenade, her thick ass jiggled slightly, the tight fabric of her costume barely containing her assets.
Kurogiri, clearly growing impatient, began to make mistakes. His portals became sloppier, and his attacks less precise.
Momo took full advantage; her sharp mind was always one step ahead. She scattered shockwave grenades in a concentrated area, her large breasts bouncing with each throw.
The Nomu roared, lunging at Yami with its remaining arm after it failed to properly regenerate its left arm.
Yami ducked low, his sharp eyes catching Uraraka sprinting toward them. Her chubby figure was on full display, her round, plump ass jiggling with each step. Her hero suit clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her soft curves and thick thighs.
"Get ready!" Yami shouted, slashing through the Nomu's remaining arm with a powerful strike. The severed limb hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Uraraka didn't hesitate. She reached out and slapped her hand onto the Nomu's back, activating her Quirk.
The massive creature began to float, its grotesque form rising into the air. Yami quickly grabbed Uraraka by the waist, tossing her out of harm's way before she could be caught in the Nomu's regenerating arm.
"Now, Momo!" Yami yelled.
Momo didn't hesitate. She created a detonator in the palm of her hand and pressed the switch. Over twenty shockwave grenades detonated simultaneously.
The explosion was deafening, and a cloud of smoke rose; no one was sure what had happened until the dust cleared and the Nomu was gone.
The combined force and the lack of gravity blasted the Nomu out of the atmosphere. Its grotesque form disappeared into the sky, leaving only silence.
Kurogiri froze, his yellow eyes wide with shock. "What… how…?"
Yami adjusted the makeshift blue belt around his arm. A faint smirk on his face only grew wider as he turned to the stunned Kurogiri.
"You know," Yami began, his tone almost casual, as though he hadn't just fought off a creature designed to kill All Might, "I've got a habit of solving problems in ways other people don't expect. Call it… a gift."
Yami tapped his chin dramatically, glancing up at the spot in the sky where the Nomu had disappeared. "See, the thing about Shock Absorption or whatever that things Quirk was is that it's exactly what it says: it absorbs shock. That means it doesn't nullify force—it spreads it across its body to lessen the damage."
His golden eyes glinted with confidence. "The Nomu could take direct hits all day because those attacks spread evenly. But its body wasn't built to handle sharp, concentrated strikes—like slashes." He held up his petrified hands, the dark, glassy obsidian edges gleaming in the light.
"Every time I cut through it, I wasn't just injuring it; I was bypassing its Quirk entirely by attacking precisely. I wasn't delivering 'shock.' I was slicing through tissue and muscle directly."
Kurogiri, still frozen in place, managed to rasp out, "That still doesn't explain how you… removed the Nomu entirely."
Yami shrugged, his smirk deepening. "Call it instinct." Then Yami glanced at Kurogiri, his expression darkening slightly. "I figured if I couldn't kill it—and trust me, I wanted to—I'd just get rid of it. Its regeneration, its Shock Absorption, none of that matters if it's not even here."
"I needed you to take away its weight. Once it couldn't stay grounded, the shockwave grenades Momo set up did the rest. The force of the explosions launched it straight into the stratosphere."
He glanced back at Kurogiri, his smirk returning. "And judging by the trajectory, I'd say your little pet is probably halfway to the moon by now, so..."
Yami pointed his petrified arm at Kurogiri, "You are next."
Just as Uraraka, Momo, and Yami prepared to charge at Kurogiri, a deafening crash echoed through the dome.
The ceiling caved in, chunks of debris scattered everywhere, and a group of pro heroes descended from the opening. Among them, only one figure truly caught Yami's attention.
'GOOD SNAIL HER TITS ARE HUGE,' Yami's inner voice yelled, his focus completely derailed.
It was Midnight, wearing her usual skimpy hero costume, but there was something different about her. Her tits weren't just big—they were massive, gigantic, ridiculously huge. Bigger than Angela's, even.
Kurogiri let out a tired sigh as the heroes struck their dramatic poses and announced their presence.
Using the distraction, he melted into his swirling mist and escaped. His voice echoed faintly through the dome. "We'll meet again…"
The pro heroes quickly got to work, taking charge of the situation. Midnight led the cleanup efforts with an air of authority, even as her outfit left little to the imagination.
The injured students were tended to, the remaining villains were captured, and the dome was finally secured.
Yami sighed profoundly and collapsed onto the ground, his body giving out from exhaustion.
His ribs ached like they'd been yanked out and shoved back in over and over again. He closed his golden eyes for a moment, letting himself relax now that it was finally over.
Then, the system chimed in.
[America Ya :D]
[Oh right, fuck you, mission complete.]
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[Mission Complete: Break the Unbreakable!]
[Reward Unlocked: Quirk Technique - Space Ripper Stingy Eyes—Creates two pressurized fluid jets from the eyes. Strong enough to cut cleanly through a stone column and split huge clouds.]
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Once the pro heroes counted everyone and ensured the students were okay, they allowed the class to leave.
After a brief interview, the students were dismissed with an announcement that they'd be given a long weekend—Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off.
Yami and Momo wasted no time. Exhausted but relieved, they climbed into Momo's limo. As the car pulled away, Momo pulled out her phone and called her parents.
"Hey, it's me," she said quickly, her voice steady but still shaken from the day. "Everything's fine. I just wanted to let you know what happened."
After a short pause, she added, "Oh, and… can I sleep over at Yami's place tonight?"
When she hung up, Yami glanced over. "What'd they say?"
"Obviously, yes," Momo replied with a slight smirk. She absorbed her bra into her body, leaving more cleavage exposed for Yami to admire.
"They've known you since we were kids. They think you're some kind of study and training freak."
She reached into the limo's safe box as she spoke, pulling out a fat stack of cash—300,000 yen. She handed a portion to the driver. "Get us some sodas, snacks, alcohol if you think it's appropriate, and ten extra-extra-large boxes of condoms. Extra thin."
The driver raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word, simply nodding before heading off to fulfil the order. Yami leaned back in the seat, his golden eyes fixed on Momo's exposed chest. It was going to be a very long weekend.