—Mist... It's time— Tomura Shigaraki said with a chilling voice. His eyes were bloodshot, his pulse racing, and his hands trembled slightly, eager to wrap around someone's neck and witness the light leaving their eyes.
Kurogiri opened a dark door, connecting their position to the interior of the complex where the precious UA students were.
Tomura Shigaraki was determined not to fail this operation. He had been humiliated more than once, he had been mocked, and his League of Villains was barely taken seriously.
But he learned from his mistakes. No more army of useless people, no more delegation of tasks. This time, he was going to assault the place himself, with a select group of individuals at his back.
Today the message would be sent. Today, UA and All Might would suffer a hard blow. Today, The League of Villains would be taken seriously.
Today blood would run.
With such determination, the group went through the portal, finding themselves in a comfortable living room. There was no one nearby, but that would change in a matter of seconds.
—Mustard, do the honors— Shigaraki ordered the young man beside him. —Magne, Mr. Compress, Toga, and Spinner, kill the heroes.
At his signal, everyone moved with precision.
Gas slowly flooded the surroundings while Mustard followed closely behind the group tasked with handling the heroes.
Meanwhile, Kurogiri, Twice, and Moonfish followed Tomura in silence.
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Tsunotori Pony woke up with an intense urge to use the restroom. She fought the need, unwilling to move a single muscle.
The day had been, like the two before it, extremely tough on the girl. Endless hours under the claws of that weirdo from the other class, who did not even bother to keep her company throughout the process.
He only stood in the distance, arms crossed and expression unwavering, believing he looked cool. Pony detested him.
And even more, she hated that ugly dark sand that had evaded her so many times.
With a sigh, the Class 1-B student left the girls' dormitory, walking with slumped shoulders and her eyes fixed on the wooden floor, her exhaustion so great that she could not even walk upright.
That was why she did not notice the tall, spooky, black-clad figure she accidentally bumped into.
—Huh? Oh, I-I'm sorry!— she stepped back, confused and then embarrassed, raising her gaze to identify the person she hit.
What she saw left her paralyzed on the spot.
A slender, very tall man, stuffed into a very uncomfortable black suit, with his arms bound by straps and what she could only identify as a straitjacket.
His entire head was covered, except for his mouth, which was wide open and from which saliva dripped in a very disgusting way.
Pony was confused, scared, paralyzed. Her lips trembled and her mind could not precisely process the situation she was in.
Her reaction was slow. Her mind and body were exhausted. Her experience was poor.
She did not move an inch while the disturbing man's teeth extended at an absurd speed.
She did not realize what was happening, not even when those things penetrated her mouth, her nose, and her eyes, tearing through skin, muscle, and bone.
She did not scream. She did not have time for that.
She did not see her final moments. She did not have time for that.
For Tsunotori Pony, everything simply turned into darkness. A darkness from which she would never return.
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Mandalay was woken from her sleep when she heard a dull noise on the other side of her door. She sat up, confused and somewhat sleepy.
She was still wearing her Hero costume, though without the helmet.
Before she could fully stretch, she heard another dull noise. That put her on alert, and she quickly got out of bed.
They had already been warned to be vigilant.
It was then that she noticed the strange mist creeping in through the sliding door. Her pupils contracted, and she quickly sent a mental communication to everyone.
—We are under attack!—
Immediately after, the door was destroyed, and unknown figures lunged at the PussyCat.
Her message, however, helped Vlad King and Tiger become alert.
—Kitten!— a brat exclaimed while throwing knives at Mandalay. The PussyCat jumped and dodged with agility, managing to grab a knife by the handle and redirecting it toward the lizard-skinned man who unsheathed a huge piece of metal.
No, not metal. It was many pieces of metal joined together.
In another location, Tomura Shigaraki was about to enter the students' dormitory, his hands ready to unleash annihilation upon All Might's precious students.
However, Mandalay's message reached his mind, disconcerting him for a second.
He quickly kicked down the door, abandoning stealth.
His abrupt entrance, added to Mandalay's previous message, prevented Shigaraki from having the luxury of carefully choosing his prey.
Kill them all? He would like to, but his Master warned him to be careful with Midoriya Izuku. He could not afford a fatal mistake and dispose of the individual his Master wanted.
—Die!— a brat shouted as he lunged at Shigaraki, unleashing an explosion right in his face.
The attack alerted everyone who was still asleep, most of them confused and dazed, but a few immediately going into action.
Shigaraki recoiled a few steps due to the explosion. Smoke obstructed his sight, and he did not notice the path of ice that quickly moved toward his leg, trapping him.
—There are villains, everyone wake up!— one of the brats yelled.
A tall young man emerged from the smoke, his legs glowing with fire as he unleashed a brutal kick against Shigaraki.
The villain's head was violently shaken, and the student tried to continue with a follow-up attack. However, the Shigaraki he kicked turned into a kind of sludge.
As soon as the smoke cleared and the scene was visible to everyone, Midoriya instantly recognized the dissolving figure and his heart skipped a beat.
—Iida, fall back!— he yelled, activating One For All and launching himself in his direction with the intention of helping his friend.
Before the young man could react, a pale hand came out from behind the sludge, clinging to his leg.
Tomura Shigaraki's five fingers made contact with the student, and his quirk activated.