Sorry, my health card is really important, and I did not feel like writing without my free healthcare.
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The air on the top floor felt wrong—too still, too heavy, as if the building itself were holding its breath.
Kyoka Jirou exhaled slowly through her nose, grounding herself. Her heart was pounding, sure, but panic wouldn't help anyone. Panic never did. She'd learned that early: when your Quirk wasn't built for smashing skulls or punching through walls, your head had to be your strongest weapon.
"This isn't our first brush with death," she said quietly, more to herself than anyone else. "And it won't be the last."
She turned, eyes sharp, locking onto Denki.
"Denki," she said evenly, voice cutting through the chaos. "Can you help Midoriya?"
Denki looked over his shoulder at Izuku—bloodied, breathing hard, lightning flickering erratically across his arms—and then back at her. His usual grin spread across his face, wide and confident, the kind that said I've got this even when the situation screamed otherwise.
"Of course," he said, cracking his knuckles as sparks danced between his fingers. "This'll be a breeze."
Jirou snorted softly. Typical.
She pivoted next, already shifting gears. "Melissa. Doctor Shield."
Both looked up at her—Melissa pale but determined, David shaken but still standing tall.
"It's obvious," Jirou continued, practical as ever, "but we can't help much in a straight fight. So we restart the security, unlock the tower, and get the rest of the class—and the Pro Heroes—back in play."
Her gaze hardened slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
"Because regardless of how strong this new villain is," she added, "our class is packed full of absolute fighting maniacs."
David Shield blinked.
Then, slowly, a look of genuine admiration crossed his face.
"…That's remarkably clear-headed thinking," he said, straightening despite the situation. "You'd make an excellent field commander."
Jirou shrugged. "I just don't like dying."
David let out a small, tense laugh and turned to his daughter. "Well then," he said, placing a hand on Melissa's shoulder. "Shall we?"
Melissa hesitated.
Her eyes flicked back to Izuku—standing his ground despite everything, fists clenched, lightning snapping around his battered body.
"…Yeah," she said quietly, forcing herself to turn away. "It's up to them now."
They ran.
Denki slid into place beside Izuku, electricity humming steadily around him like a living thing.
"You okay, Midoriya?" he asked, eyes never leaving Wolfram.
Izuku glanced down at himself for a split second.
His blazer was shredded beyond recognition, the crisp white shirt beneath stained with dust and blood. His arms ached. His ribs screamed every time he breathed. His legs felt like they were one bad step away from giving out entirely.
But his eyes burned.
"I'm fine," Izuku said firmly. "We need to stop him. Buy time so the others can free the Pro Heroes."
Denki's grin widened, sharper now. "Good. Because I'm not letting you hog all the glory."
Across the room, Wolfram didn't even bother looking threatened.
He spoke calmly into his radio, as if ordering room service.
"…Yes. All units evacuated. Good work."
He clicked it off and turned back to them, completely at ease.
"Are you all done with the pre-fight preparations?" Wolfram asked casually. "I am."
He knelt and opened the reinforced suitcase.
Izuku and Denki both tensed instantly.
Wolfram reached inside and withdrew… something unexpected.
Not a bomb.Not a weapon.
A device—sleek, metallic, shaped like a headset, lined with unfamiliar circuitry and faintly glowing conduits. It looked deceptively simple. Almost harmless.
"You probably didn't hear," Wolfram continued conversationally, "but while you kids were busy throwing yourselves at me, I had my men evacuate."
He tilted his head, amused.
"Helicopters weren't running at full speed. Quiet enough. Gave us privacy."
Metal shifted beneath his feet as he raised himself on a growing pillar, placing the device against his palm.
"So now," he said lightly, "I've got the all-clear from my client."
His eyes gleamed behind the mask.
"And I won't be holding back."
Izuku and Denki moved at the same time.
Green lightning cracked across the floor as Izuku launched forward, muscles screaming as he forced One For All to surge again. Yellow electricity flared alongside him, Denki veering wide, arcs branching unpredictably to interfere, overload, disrupt.
"DON'T LET HIM USE IT!" Izuku shouted.
Wolfram didn't even flinch.
Metal walls slammed up around him in an instant, sparks exploding as electricity struck and dispersed uselessly across reinforced alloy. A pillar surged upward, lifting him out of reach as he calmly placed the device over his head.
"The doctor's precious cure for All Might," Wolfram mused."I wonder…"
He smiled.
"…what'll happen if I try it?"
Two minutes earlier.
The sound hit them first.
A shrill, grinding scream of tearing metal followed by a thunderous crash that echoed down through dozens of floors.
Kurokami Tenshin was the first to look up.
"…That," he said slowly, eyes glowing faintly purple, "is definitely not supposed to happen."
Above them, the ceiling shuddered.
Then buckled.
Chunks of reinforced flooring, twisted beams, and warped metal supports tore loose, plummeting past the windows and smashing into the streets below like meteorites.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his face. "Tch. Figures. Bastard finally stopped playing around."
Todoroki's eyes narrowed, steam curling faintly from his left side as he analyzed the damage. "That level of structural deformation… whatever's up there isn't holding back anymore."
Mineta swallowed hard, staring at the destruction. "…A-Are we sure the top floor's still there?"
Iida adjusted his glasses, jaw set. "Whether it is or not, our classmates are."
Momo stepped forward, resolve hardening. "Then we move. Now."
Kuro cracked his neck, purple Ki flickering around his shoulders like living flame. "Guess the boss fight started without us," he said with a grin. "Can't let Deku steal the spotlight, right?"
Bakugo snorted, explosions popping impatiently in his palms. "Damn right. I'm not losing to some metal freak."
Todoroki took one last look upward.
"Then let's finish this."
[Auther: Thanks for the patient wait. I've got one more in me before I screw off today.]