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Izuku couldn't move. He felt as if he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't focus. He didn't know what to do now. He didn't know what he could do. He wished he could form a plan, but his brain was scattered in pieces, and he was trying to pick said pieces up. But wishing wouldn't do anything for him. Instead, he thought about what he did know. He knew he couldn't rely on anyone to help him like he had last time. He knew he didn't want to be seen as a helpless tenn hero, always getting into trouble. He knew why he wanted to become a hero, why he fought and fought and fought against those who tried to harm anyone he cared about. He remembered everything that had happened. Bakugos kidnapping, Tomura's surprised visit at the mall, the way Overhaul had abused Eri and her quirk, how stain had almost killed his friends. Everything that came to mind fueled him, and he could feel his quirks stirring, mixing together, with no control. At first, nothing happened. Then, Blackwood busted from his back, grabbed hold of the villain, and wrestled him off. Before Blackwhip could apprehend him, a blue flame dances toward Izuku, but thanks to Danger Sense, he dodged. "Smoke screen!" He said, letting some smoke out, hoping rk cover up his movements. Nothing but silence could be heard, and he felt as if it was getting louder and louder, making a cold hand crawl up his back. I should make decoys to distract them, throw them off. If I do that, I have a chance to escape. He reached for his backpack, surprised he could move now. Guess this guy's quirk only works if he's touching the target. No side effects if the target breaks free. He threw his backpack in one direction, and his hood in the other, then bolted for it, using Blackwhip to latch onto tree limbs, and propel himself through the air, hoping he was too fast to see. "You think you can get away that easily?" That voice...it nearly froze him. He knew who it was but he wished he didn't. It was Dabi.