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When the group arrives back on the shore of the USJ, they watch behind a bush as Eraserhead and Present Mic fight against villain after villain. Meanwhile, Thirteen was still near the doors, protecting whichever students didn’t get teleported somewhere else inside the USJ.
“What should we do?” Hitoshi whispers, glancing at Izuku.
“We should stay out of the way for now. I trust Eraserhead and Present Mic to handle this, and I don’t want to get in their way,” Izuku whispers back, watching as his dads fight.
Sure, he was nervous as he watched his dads fight the villains, but he trusted them to take care of themselves; after all, they weren’t Pro Heroes for nothing. And as Izuku watched his dads fight and defend themselves from the villains, he felt everything from admiration to pride. Those were his dads. Those were his Pro Heroes. Those were his teachers. And Izuku couldn’t be prouder of them. But then he watches the villain with a hand over his face, the same one that broke into UA, grab his dad by his elbow, and Izuku watches as his dad’s elbow starts to decay and flake away…and Izuku moves before he can even think.
“Get your hands off him!!” Izuku screams, launching himself at the villain.
“Izuku/Midoriya no!!!!” Both Hitoshi and Asui exclaim quietly, not wanting to give themselves away, as they reach out for Izuku but miss grabbing him.
“Damn it!!!” Hitoshi mutters, watching as Izuku takes on the hand villain.
“Should we go after him, kero?” Asui asks, a finger on her chin as she looks up at Hitoshi with a slight head tilt.
“Let’s stay here for now. I don’t want to get in their way,” Hitoshi replies, watching his boyfriend nervously.
“Midoriya! Get back!!” Eraserhead exclaims, wanting to get his son away from danger.
“Sorry, Sensei, but I can’t do that. I refuse to just stand by and let you get injured!" Izuku retorts, shaking his head.
“Pesky NPC,” The hand villain grumbles, scratching at their neck.
“Nomu, kill them,” The hand villain said flippantly before turning away.
‘Nomu?’ Izuku mouths in confusion before a big hulking beast comes towards them, its brain exposed.
“Present Mic!” Izuku shouts as the Nomu rushes towards him and his dad, getting Present Mic’s attention after he knocks out the last of the villains.
“Little help over here!?” Izuku requests, pointing at the still charging Nomu.
“Sure thing, Little Listener!” Present Mic responds, looking at the Nomu and letting out a shriek, careful not to hit his son or his husband.
Izuku watches from the side as Present Mic screams at the Nomu. He watches as the monster shrieks in pain as its body fights to try and heal itself, while Voice is forcing its body apart. It was brutal and hard to watch, but Izuku found he couldn’t look away.
When Present Mic finally stopped to take a breath, the Nomu quickly began to heal. With another breath, Present Mic lets out another scream towards the Nomu, and, once again, the Nomu fights to not get torn apart by Present Mic’s quirk.
“Try aiming for the brain!” Izuku shouts when a crazy idea comes to him that he hoped would actually work, pointing at the exposed brain of the Nomu.
Maybe, if they were lucky, that’s how they’ll be able to take down this big hulking beast. By aiming for its (hopefully) weakness…its exposed brain. What can survive without its brain? Sure, there's jellyfish, but still! Even in zombie movies, the way to take them out is by obliterating their brains!
“You got it!” Present Mic exclaims with a thumbs up before he unleashes another full-out shriek on the Nomu’s exposed brain.
And it works!!! Even though he'd thought of it, Izuku still couldn't believe it actually worked!! The brain explodes into a million different pieces, and the Nomu falls to the ground, dead.
“No!!” The hand villain screams, stomping his feet like a toddler throwing a fit.
“You cheated!! You cheated!!” He yells, throwing a tantrum.
“Eraser!” Izuku calls, and Eraserhead nods his head.
“On it!” Eraserhead calls back, activating his quirk.
Izuku walks up, unnoticed, to the hand villain and punches him square in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
“Well, that was easy,” Izuku says, turning to look at Eraserhead and Present Mic with a smug smile as they walk towards him.
“I AM HERE!!!” Ass Might exclaims as he breaks down the USJ doors.
“You’re a little late,” Izuku thinks bitterly with an eye roll and crosses his arms with a huff, but Aizawa ruffles his hair to calm him down and relax him.
With the other heroes now here, all the villains were rounded up and hauled off to jail in no time. Kurogiri had a quirk-suppressant collar strapped around his neck, while the other villains got the normal handcuffs.
All the students were rounded up and looked over, but no one had any serious injuries. The worst injuries were, by far, Aizawa’s, with his decayed elbow. Once he was assured that no one else was injured, and then lovingly threatened when the reassurance didn't work, he was rushed to the hospital to ensure his elbow didn’t get infected or injured further.
Soon, all the students were rounded up and led back onto the bus. From there, they were dropped off back at UA, where their parent(s), trusted adult(s), sibling(s), or guardian(s) would pick them up shortly thereafter.
It wasn’t long after Class 1-A and the teachers arrived back at UA that everyone, except Izuku and Denki, was picked up and taken home. Hitoshi and Hanta had wished Izuku and Denki luck as well as to tell Aizawa to get well soon before they also left. Once everyone was gone, Hizashi led Izuku and Denki to the car so they could go to the hospital and visit Aizawa.
“I hope he’s ok,” Denki frets, biting his lip worriedly.
“I’m sure he’s fine! He’s freaking Eraserhead! And Eraserhead is awesome!!” Izuku praises, but deep down, he’s worried too. Sure, the injury looked bad, but hopefully it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” Denki agrees, still worrying his bottom lip.
Before long, the group was pulling up into the hospital parking lot and making their way inside. After a few moments of asking for Aizawa’s room number, the group made their way there. Knocking gently on the door, the group waited for the muffled “come in” before entering.
“DAD!!!” Denki exclaims, rushing forward to hug his dad tightly.
“Hey, Denki,” Aizawa greets, hugging Denki back, his injured arm bandaged in a cast, but there was a small smile on his face.
“How're you feeling?” Denki asks, looking up at his dad’s face from within the hug.
“They have me on some pain meds, so not too bad,” Aizawa answers, hugging Denki just a little bit tighter to remind his son he’s there and alive.
“That’s good,” Denki says, nuzzling back into the hug.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Dad,” Izuku smiles softly, walking forward to join the hug.
“I’m glad too,” Hizashi agrees, following Izuku into the family hug.
Aizawa sighs as he and his family embrace each other. This was nice. As long as he had his family, everything would be ok. Especially since all the villains that attacked his class were now behind bars. Yeah, everything would be just fine now. What could go wrong?