The Calm Before the Storm

MC POV

As I walked through the halls of UA with Aizawa, my thoughts raced towards of what I knew was coming. The USJ incident—the League of Villains would attack the students during what was supposed to be a routine rescue exercise. I already knew the exact moment they'd show up, how they'd enter, who they'd bring along. The only real challenge now was deciding how to handle it.

Aizawa was silent beside me, his usual stoic expression never wavering. He was the perfect example of a pro hero who'd seen it all and kept going, even when the odds seemed insurmountable. In a lot of ways, I respected that. He did his job without needing to be flashy, and he wasn't the type to push me for answers about myself, which I appreciated. After all, I wasn't exactly a normal teacher.

Today was the day of the USJ rescue training for Class 1-A, but it would be anything but a normal training session. The League of Villains was coming to test UA's defenses, and their goal was to kill All Might. The thought made me tense up a little. Not because I was scared. No, I could handle anything they threw at us. In fact, I could wipe out the League of Villains and every single villain in the world if I wanted to. But that wasn't an option—not if I wanted to stay under the radar. I had to blend in. I had to pretend that I wasn't capable of destroying entire worlds.

Still, the question was: how do I stop what's coming without raising too many questions?

"You seem lost in thought," Aizawa said, his voice cutting through the quiet hallways as we made our way toward the bus.

I glanced at him and shrugged. "Just thinking about the rescue exercise. You know, keeping the kids safe."

He gave me a sidelong glance. "They'll need to learn how to handle themselves in dangerous situations. We can't always be there to save them."

I nodded, knowing full well what he meant. But this wasn't just a normal exercise. And if things got out of hand like I knew they would, I couldn't just stand back and let the kids fend for themselves. Not when I had the power to end the fight before it even started.

"I know," I replied, keeping my tone casual. "But we'll be there if anything goes wrong. That's what counts."

Aizawa didn't press further, which was typical of him. He was the type of person who believed in actions more than words, and he trusted that I could handle myself. Little did he know, I was more than capable of handling this situation. The real problem was doing it without blowing my cover.

As we approached the buses, the students of Class 1-A were already gathered, chatting excitedly about the upcoming exercise. They had no idea what was waiting for them. I watched them for a moment, feeling a strange sense of responsibility. They were just kids, eager to prove themselves as heroes, and here they were, walking into a situation where they could actually die.

"Everyone on the bus, we're heading to the USJ!" Aizawa called out, his tone as dry as always.

Iida, ever the efficient class representative, started directing the students to board, his arm chopping through the air as he ensured everyone was organized.

I stayed back for a moment, scanning the area. Everything looked normal, but I couldn't shake the feeling of what was to come. It was strange knowing the future, knowing exactly when and where the attack would happen. It made it harder to pretend like I didn't know. But I had to. If anyone realized that I knew too much, they'd start asking questions I wasn't ready to answer.

Once everyone was on board, I took a seat near the front, with Aizawa sitting beside me. The students were buzzing with excitement behind us, completely unaware of the storm heading their way.

"You've been quiet today," Aizawa remarked as the bus started moving.

"Just thinking," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road ahead.

"About what?"

I paused for a moment, debating whether to say anything. "It's hard to shake the feeling that something's off. Like, I don't know… It feels like more than just a normal training day."

Aizawa didn't react visibly, but I knew he was considering my words. "You think something's going to happen?"

I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Just a gut feeling. Could be nothing."

"Or it could be something," Aizawa muttered, his gaze sharpening slightly. "We'll be ready either way."

That's what I liked about him. He didn't dismiss my concerns, even if I was being vague. He knew better than to ignore warnings, even if they weren't based on solid facts. After all, gut instincts had saved him more than once.

The rest of the ride passed in relative silence, with the students chatting away behind us. I listened to their conversations, picking up bits and pieces. Midoriya was nervous, as usual. Bakugo was being loud, arguing with someone. Todoroki was silent, as always, keeping to himself.

As we arrived at the USJ, the large dome-shaped facility loomed ahead of us. The students filed off the bus, chattering excitedly as Thirteen greeted them at the entrance. She began explaining the purpose of the facility, going into detail about the different disaster zones and how heroes were expected to handle each one.

I stood off to the side with Aizawa, my eyes scanning the perimeter. My senses were heightened, waiting for the moment the villains would appear. I knew it was coming. I could feel it.

Aizawa glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "Still think something's off?"

I nodded, keeping my voice low. "Definitely. I'd say we've got about ten minutes before all hell breaks loose."

He didn't question how I knew. He simply accepted it and nodded. "We'll be ready."

I could hear the students talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the danger. Thirteen continued her explanation, her voice enthusiastic as she spoke about the importance of rescue missions. Meanwhile, I could feel the tension building in the air. It was subtle, but it was there—the calm before the storm.

And then I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. My eyes snapped to the center of the facility as a dark, swirling portal began to form. The purple mist expanded, and from it stepped a group of villains. At the front was a man with disheveled blue hair and hands attached to his body—Tomura Shigaraki.

"There it is," I muttered to Aizawa.

He followed my gaze, his expression hardening.

'The League of Villains.'

The students gasped in shock as they noticed the portal and the villains emerging from it. Panic began to set in as they realized this wasn't part of the exercise.

Aizawa stepped forward, his voice firm. "Everyone, stay back! This is not a drill."

I could feel my heart rate pick up, though not from fear. No, it was anticipation. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. I could end this entire situation right now if I wanted to. I could wipe out the League of Villains in an instant. But I couldn't. Not if I wanted to keep my cover.

"How do you want to handle this?" I asked Aizawa, keeping my voice steady.

He glanced at me, his jaw set. "I'll take care of the small fry. You keep an eye on the students."

I nodded, though I already knew I'd be doing more than just watching. "I'll keep them safe."

He gave me a look of trust before stepping forward to face the villains. The tension in the air was thick, and I could see the fear in the students' eyes. They were facing real danger for the first time, and it was up to us to make sure they survived.

As Aizawa prepared to engage the villains, I stood back, my mind racing through possible strategies. I had to play this carefully. If I showed too much power, questions would be raised. But if I didn't act, people could die.

The League of Villains had arrived, and the battle was about to begin.