The hell?

"So, you have USJ, tomorrow?"

Ayato nodded in affirmation, taking a bite from his bento.

His shadow chopsticks picked up sushi and plopped it in his mouth.

"How about you? Do you have any projects?"

Rin shook her head, looking at the clouds.

Since the roof was "Off limits", they were hanging out outside. Others were in the cafeteria, eating some second-rate trash while he enjoyed the food made for gods.

Plebs.

Rin was leaning on him, using him like a backrest, the action brought back memories, but he was cut off from reminiscing by an alarm that suddenly sounded...

(Okay, who the fuck dares to disturb me?)

Spreading his awareness further, he focused it on the front gate where people were rushing in.

They weren't students, but reporters.

"What are they? Children?"

He muttered, releasing a long, exaggerated sigh.

"What do you mean?"

Ayato just leaned his head on her and looked up to the heavens, as if waiting for an answer.

"It's the reporters, still, I wonder how they managed to get past the security system."

Best security system his draconic ass, the thing was... Turned to ashes?

Spreading his air radar further to envelope the whole school, he narrowed his eyes behind the cloth.

Nothing seemed to be amiss but there were too many people to notice a disappearance or an appearance of one.

Did one of the reporters have a disintegration quirk? Wasn't using shit like that illegal?

"How could reporters get past the defense system?"

He shrugged, no need to worry her for no reason, and if something happened, he would take care of it.

But the bad feeling in his chest didn't subside, something was going to happen, and he was going to be in the center of it.

His phone buzzed inside his pocket and he took it out, raising an eyebrow at the message.

[Hey, Bro, I couldn't find you after the alarm went off, you okay? They said that it was just the reporters.]

It was Kirishima.

So, this was what it was like to have a male friend... Damn.

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"I should have seen this coming."

He murmured, ignoring irony of the statement.

There he was, having a great conversation about strength-type quirks with one broccoli named Izuku Midoriya, advising him on how to fix the... The problem, he had with the quirk as they entered the USJ, a large facility where the students could practice rescue operations in a controlled environment.

And right now, the clearing they would reach while walking down a large flight of stairs was filled with, what he would consider, big-time Villain wannabes.

How they arrived there?

That tall man wearing a bartender suit with smoke for a head and two glowing yellow slits as eyes, judging by that metal around his neck had a body and his neck might just be the weak spot.

And the giant... Creature next to him should, by any means, be dead.

Its heartbeat was too slow, it was hardly breathing, and the amount of oxygen going to its brain was barely enough for it to stay awake.

What the fuck was that?

"Everybody get back, this isn't a training drill, those are real villains. Thirteen, protect the students."

Aizawa said, grabbing his scarf and pulling down his goggles.

Thirteen, a space-themed hero who had a quirk that might as well be a vacuum cleaner, nodded, her giant helmet making the task slightly more difficult than it would normally be.

Before anyone could go for the exit doors, Ayato felt the mist villain teleport in front of the door.

As soon as he gathered that, another piece clicked into place, this man must have been the one that infiltrated the school the other day.

Their homeroom teacher was already engaged in combat, fighting off multiple thugs at a time, for someone whose skill was mostly leaning on stealth, he could hold himself in a fight.

"We are the League Of Villains-"

That's a stupid name and a rip-off from justice league, tunning out the rest of his monologue, he feels around the whole facility.

There were a lot of them here, seemingly evenly distributed in each part of the building.

Shit.

Before he could deal with anyone, two idiots being Kirishima and Bakugo, the moody blonde kid, rushed forward.

Bakugo was using explosions that came out of his hands to boost himself forward.

Fucking idiots.

He can't believe he was friends with one of them.

Before he could get the two out of there, the smoke man expanded surrounding some of his classmates.

He tried to use the air to push the smoke away, but the air just passed through the black smoke.

Clicking his tongue, he tried to grab his classmates but it was too late.

The smoke dispersed and his classmates disappeared.

It made sense if he thought about it, while the guy was in that form a strong breeze could have blown him away so his quirk would have had a countermeasure for it.

As soon as he reformed, thirteen pointed her finger at him, activating her quirk. The lid on her finger that was a part of her space suit and began sucking the mist into her finger thanks to her black hole.

So he wasn't always intangible.

Ayato tried to help the hero but all the air he tried to control was sucked by thirteen...

"... This is why I prefer things solo."

Stupid black hole, stupid astronaut.

He let his sensory area expand and located all of his classmate's familiar figures.

They were still in the USJ.

The mist villain opened a portal behind Thirteen, using her own quirk against her. The back of the costume was ripped apart, sucked into the portal, and with a cry of pain, she fell down, probably... Most likely injured.

For fucks sake.

Rescue heroes had no combat skills, things to note for later and not rely on them in combat situations.

He could probably send an SOS signal but he was keeping an eye out for his classmates and that took a lot of concentration.

"Isn't this the first month of school, what is this? An anime? Whose the damn protagonist?"

He muttered under his breath, more than a little ticked off.