War! Part 3

The ground rumbled violently, as if an earthquake hit the entire area.

"Wha—" Uraraka didn't get to finish her sentence, she held onto the railings to maintain balance, around her were most of the staff, watching the battle unfold behind a screen that was monitoring U. S. J.

Nezu clenched his paw, a frustrated expression on his face.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

His safe haven is getting wrecked repeatedly over and over again to the point of no repair.

His castle is falling with his soldiers.

Now, Nezu is forced to rely on his student to endure that monster until the end.

"Sensei..." Cementoss muttered with worry, eyes witnessing a great battle unfold.

"Hold onto hope, Ishiyama-kun," Nezu pressed a button, shifting the view to multiple flying figures.

Endeavor, Hawks and Eraserhead all of them flying in the direction of U. S. J.

But Nezu knew better.

Those people are not enough.

It has to be him, All Might.

The Strongest human on earth.

However, the strongest is heavily injured and is in the infirmary with Recovery Girl.

Nezu's eyes closed helplessly.

"NEZU-SENSEI!" Toshinori Yagi opened the door violently, walking into the office with a fast-paced walk.

"I said wait! You can't fight anymore!!" Recovery Girl tried her best to drag him back but even in his scrawny form she couldn't overpower him.

Nezu's surprised eyes scanned the figure in hospital gown, multiple detached syringes and bleeding cuts over his hands and neck.

"..."

"GIVE ME AN EPIPEN!" he directly declared, slamming his hands on the desk with an impatient expression.

The entire room stared in disbelief.

All Might, the person who hated drugs the most is demanding them.

"... You do know that if I gave this to you, you'd lose One for All permanently."

"I'll lose much worse if you don't, please!" he begged anxiously.

"..."

A complicated expression flashed through Nezu's face before he looked down in defeat.

Strength. This world doesn't demand intelligence. Even the smartest being in the world felt helpless.

If he gave it to him, he's guaranteed to lose One for All permanently.

But if he didn't...

"Fine," he opened a drawer, pulling out an Epinephrine.

"Sensei...!" All Might lit with hope.

"You have 10 minutes,that's the limit of how much you have left, do your best to endure before passing out due to its after effects."

"I understand. I'll defeat him within the time limit," he nodded with determination, eyes blazing with righteous fury.

He needs to save his son.

And... The woman whom he loves.

Nezu directly injected an adrenaline shot into Yagi's thigh.

Normally, this drug would be used to give an extra amount of energy to help patients with asthma.

It was completely legal to use it in a medical emergency. Now, however... This is completely illigal.

Luckily, Recovery Girl pre-approved it as a medical prescription just in case, putting her profession on the line.

Although... She never wished for All Might to need it.

All Might stood up, wearing his costume in high speed, his form emitting steam as he bulked out.

He exploded out of the building, an exhilarated grin on his face as he pushed his body to the absolute limit of his limits, overriding his own brain-limiter with the use of drugs.

"ULTRA DRIVE!" he blurred out at hypersonic speeds, heading towards U. S. J. at blinding speed.

===

The ruins of USJ lay in shambles, twisted metal and shattered stone strewn across the battlefield.

Two figures lay in giant crater, both of them with heavy burning marks across their skin, twisting their appearance into a horrible sight.

Izuku's hand was almost completely burned, disfigured beyond recognition. His right half was deep purple and his left side was deep red, both sides full of burn marks. Three fingers broken from his right hand.

Playful Cloud lays beside his unconscious form, cracked and destroyed beyond any hope of repair.

On the other side, AFO lost his left arm and a big part of his left side, his body twisting and fixing itself at a small speed as he breathed in and out slowly.

He was completely burned, scorched black.

The helmet helping him to breath shattered, a cascade of metal shards rained down, exposing the monstrous, scarred face beneath. All For One coughed, his rasping breath hitching as a small, red light flickered on inside the broken remains of his mask.

A signal.

A recorded voice—his voice—played from a hidden speaker. Cold, calculated, a command from the past.

"Machia… if you hear this… awake."

Deep underground, something stirred.

Darkness was clouding the entire place that held the giant beast in place.

Then—a breath. A deep, guttural inhale through flaring nostrils, tasting the air. Heavy eyelids peeled open, revealing burning, bestial eyes.

Gigantomachia—AFO's ultimate guardian, his living fortress—had been asleep. Waiting. But now, his master's voice reached him, even through layers of rock and concrete.

A moment of stillness. Then—

BOOM!

The earth split apart. Stone crumbled like sand as a massive form surged forward, tunneling through the underground at terrifying speed. Concrete and rebar bent, warping in his wake as he plowed toward his master's location, guided by his scent.

"Master… I hear you."

"I come."

And the monster swam through the concrete, an unstoppable force heading straight for them.

===

INFIRMARY, 1-A STUDENTS.

The entire class sat there in anxious silence, most of them injured from their previous battles.

Momo, Uraraka and Kirishima were laying in hospital beds, fully awake and suffering from strong physical weakness.

Only Shoto and Bakugo lay unconscious, having lost too much blood.

Luckily, Sir Nighteye arrived earlier with two compatible blood bags, surprising Recovery Girl.

Still, the students were under heavy supervision as they suffered greatly, no one was allowed entry, not even their parents.

Quirk overdraw, multiple deep cuts, blood loss, damaged tendons and broken bones.

Luckily, Recovery Girl fixed them up as fast as she could and now they just have zero energy, requiring furthers sets of healing kisses after they recover their stamina.

The infirmary was filled with the quiet hum of medical machines and the occasional groan of pain. Bandages wrapped around limbs, slings held arms in place, and bruises covered nearly everyone.

The battle at USJ had been brutal, and now, as they recovered, their thoughts weren't on their own pain but on the battle still raging outside.

"Izuku's still fighting, isn't he?" Kirishima muttered, staring at the ceiling. His ribs ached, but that wasn't what made his chest feel tight.

"He is," Momo confirmed, sitting upright despite the sling holding her arm. "I just hope that he comes back alive..."

"Izuku's strong," Uraraka said, her voice barely above a whisper. She gripped the edge of her blanket. "But… it's All For One..."

The room fell silent.

They had all heard the name. The villain among villains. And Izuku was fighting him.

Someone shifted uncomfortably in the back. Aoyama sat on the farthest bed, arms wrapped around his knees. His usually confident demeanor was absent.

"Aoyama," Mina called, her voice hesitant. "Where were you? During the attack?"

The question caught everyone's attention. They had been too busy fighting for their lives, but now that the adrenaline had faded, the absence of their sparkly classmate stood out.

"Y-Yeah," Kaminari said, scratching the bandages on his cheek. "We were worried, dude. Did you get separated?"

Aoyama flinched. He could feel their eyes on him—concerned, trusting, expecting. His throat tightened.

"I… I was hiding," he said, forcing his voice to stay steady. "I-I got scared and ran. I was ashamed, so I didn't come out until the battle was over…"

Silence again.

Momo gave him a soft, understanding look. "Aoyama… it's okay. It was terrifying for all of us."

The guilt in his chest twisted into something sharper. He forced a laugh, waving a trembling hand. "Oui, oui! C'est vrai! I am not the bravest, you know? I will try to do better next time."

Kirishima grinned. "Yeah, man! Next time, we'll all fight together."

"Don't worry Aoyama, I'll protect you!" Uraraka huffed and tapped her small biceps with pride.

The words nearly made Aoyama sick. If only they knew…

The conversation shifted, but Aoyama's mind didn't. As his classmates continued to speak about Izuku, their hopes, and their fears, he could only sit there, drowning in his own guilt.

Hagakure's gaze lingered on his figure, an uncomfortable frown on her invisible face as an ugly thought flashed through her mind.

Aoyama's mind began replaying the memories of what happened after the sports festival.

The screen flickered on, casting a cold glow over Aoyama's pale face. His hands trembled as he clutched his phone, pressed tightly to his ear. He didn't want to answer. He knew what this was about. But if he ignored it, things would only get worse.

Everyone is celebrating with their parents, everyone but him.

A low, rasping chuckle slithered through the speaker.

"You've been avoiding me, little star."

Aoyama's breath hitched. That voice—like oil sliding over broken glass—made his stomach churn.

"A-Apologies, monsieur," he stammered, gripping his wrist to stop the shaking. "I just—"

"You just thought you had a choice?" All For One interrupted smoothly.

The screen changed. A dimly lit warehouse. A man sat in a chair, tied up, panting heavily. His face was bloodied, his clothes torn. His muffled screams pressed against the thick tape over his mouth.

Aoyama swallowed hard. "P-Please, I don't—"

"Shh. Watch closely," All For One cooed with a twisted grin.