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Aizawa Shouta stood over his last remaining student, facing the entrance to the small closet they’d barricaded themselves in. They shouldn’t be able to find them. Then again, they also shouldn’t have been able to get into the school. Not with the dozens of heroes on constant watch, trying to keep safe the very kid he had behind him. But here they were, hiding in a closet in the faint hope it would keep Shinsou from the same fate of every other member of class 1-A.
They’d started disappearing about two months back. First, Tokoyami hadn’t made it back from a weekend at home. They’d thought, at first, that something had come up. That maybe there was a decent explanation. That maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But then Iida and Uraraka had gone to pick up groceries only a few minutes away from the dorms (with strict instructions to call for backup if anything at all seemed amiss), and neither returned. Everyone was on high alert after that.
The students had been put on lockdown. No one was allowed out until the pros could figure out what exactly was going on. But as time went by and no leads were found, the students grew restless until the inevitable happened. Midoriya and Todoroki broke out, intending to find and rescue their missing friend. Minutes behind them were Yaoyorozu and Jirou. The former had seen the two boys leave just a second too late, and was intent on making sure the heroes would be able to find them before they, too, could disappear. She’d asked Jirou for help, hoping her hearing would make sure they wouldn’t lose them. All four were gone before the heroes even got close.
At this point parents were mad. Children were disappearing left and right. Nedzu ended up making the call to disband the class, sending everyone home in the hope the villains after the students would leave them alone if they stopped being a part of the seemingly cursed class. They didn’t send them unguarded, of course; heroes local to each area stood guard. Even then, it wasn’t enough. By the next night the rest of the class was gone. Well, almost all of them.
Chances are, the only reason Shinsou was still there was how late he joined the class. Without the same infamy the rest of them had, maybe the villains just hadn’t thought to make him a target yet. Maybe they’d intended to come for him too, but some order had been forgotten. No matter the reasoning though, the result still remained. Shinsou was the last. Realizing their mistake, he was quickly brought back to UA and guarded with everything the school could muster. At first, it seemed to have succeeded. Two weeks went by, and nothing. But of course it couldn’t last. On the first day of the third week, it happened. Alarms went off across the entire school, and Aizawa went on high alert.
The closet had been the only easily guardable place without windows. He and Shinsou had worked quickly to secure it with everything they could find, hoping against hope that the other heroes would manage to stop the outside threat before it got to them. But by the sounds outside, those chances were low.
Aizawa stood at the ready, capture weapon looped around his neck and goggles firmly in place. He wouldn’t give up his last kid. He would rather die. The sounds outside grew closer; a mix of roaring and the crash of walls and windows breaking. Aizawa went silent as the sound of heavy breathing was audible. It was right outside.
With one final crash, the door to the closet was ripped right off its hinges, and Aizawa froze. He’d been prepared for a lot of things to be outside that door. Any number of horrifying villains. He’d practically expected someone or something from the League. Even knowing of and having previously fought Nomu wasn’t enough to prepare him for the sight of the one in front of him. It towered over him, a mishmash of different colors. A dark, feather covered beak and head. A skin toned tail, lean from years of martial arts. Hunched frog-like back legs, familiar pipes emerging from the calves. Aizawa could finally see where his students had ended up; a piece of each easily identifiable in the monstrous creature. He couldn’t bear to think of what had happened to the rest of each student; not after so much of them must have been taken to piece together the League’s newest and greatest Nomu.
The creature roared, taking advantage of Aizawa’s moment of frozen horror to bat him aside with super powered strength. Aizawa tried to struggle to his feet, his entire body screaming. Something was broken, but he couldn’t quite tell what. He didn’t have time to find out, as he activated his quirk and rushed forward in a vain attempt to keep the creature from reaching Shinsou. It turned back towards him, unleashing flames his quirk failed to neutralize. Shouta burned, vision fading as he watched his last student get engulfed in the massive claws of the creature he would certainly soon be becoming a part of.