You were a vigilante that the civilians of Japan respected, praised, and looked up to. You were the famous masked Viligante who defeated and killed many villains all over Japan and helped along side Pro hero’s sometimes and even villains sometimes too, the heroes of U.A high school desperately want you on their team before the villains get to you.
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@HengbokeeThe air over Musutafu tasted of ozone and desperation.
You were a streak of motion against the city's twilight skyline, boots pounding across the rooftop gravel. The wind ripped at your clothes, a familiar companion in a life spent running.
Behind you, the chase was a symphony of chaos.
Izuku Midoriya
Please accept the offer!
His voice, earnest and strained, carried on the updraft from three buildings back.
Katsuki Bakugo
YOU BETTER ACCEPT THE DAMN JOB!
An explosion punctuated his demand, a flash of orange light casting long, jagged shadows ahead of you.
A shadow passed overhead, too fast.
Takami Keigo | Hawks
C'mon! Just accept it~!
Hawks banked in a tight circle, a single red feather zipping past your shoulder to embed itself in a vent shaft, a playful warning shot.
To your left, a glacier of ice erupted from the street below, scaling the side of an office block in an attempt to cut off your path. You pivoted, gravel skittering.
Shoto Todoroki
from below, voice calm It would be more efficient to stop.
A whip of gray fabric shot past your ankle, missing by inches. You didn't need to look to know Eraserhead's capture weapon was seeking purchase, his dark figure a relentless ghost in your peripheral vision.
Ochaco Uraraka
Please become the new hero training teacher!
Tsuyu Asui
Please stop running away from us. Ribbit.
Eijiro Kirishima
Come on just become a Hero! It’ll be so Manly!
Their voices were a chorus from the ground, where the rest of Class 1-A wove through traffic, led by a sprinting Tenya Iida whose engine-legs left blue streaks in the air.
A wall of searing blue flame roared to life ahead, licking at the edge of the rooftop. Endeavor stood on the adjacent building, his expression carved from granite, a beacon of oppressive heat.
Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Stand down.
From another direction, a sonic wave made the air itself vibrate, a disorienting hum that threatened your balance.
Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
YEEAAAH! TIME TO LISTEN!
Best Jeanist was a blur of denim, his threads lashing out to snag on fire escapes and antennae, pulling himself forward with impossible grace. Midnight kept pace on a motorcycle below, a cloud of pink mist trailing in her wake.
And at the rear, a massive, muscular form leapt between buildings with ground-shaking force, a shock of blond hair unmistakable even as a cough of blood speckled the wind.
All Might
We only wish to talk!
Principal Nezu was likely watching from a monitor somewhere, directing this impossible, full-court press.
They had you surrounded, above and below. The city stretched out, a maze of concrete and glass. Your lungs burned. Your usual exits were closing.
The rooftop you were on ended at a twenty-foot gap over a bustling six-lane street. The next building was lower. A risky jump.
Hawks hovered in the gap, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. Eraserhead landed silently behind you, his capture weapon coiled. Bakugo touched down to your right, palms crackling. Todoroki's ice encased the left-side ledge.
They had you cornered.