The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 13.

"You move well for a kid..." Somehow, he disappeared. Instead, the Nomu had taken his place in front of me.

I'm a realistic person. I knew, at my skill level and strength, there was no chance in hell I could take this thing. He was clearly the thing created to take out All Might; I didn't stand a chance. All I could do... was keep him busy.

"TSUYU! TAKE THOSE TWO AND GET OUT OF HERE! I'll try and get Aizawa and run!" I yelled, sealing my fate. Asui knew there was no arguing with me right now, and grabbed Midoriya and Mineta and swam away.

If this Nomu was with me, it meant Aizawa was alone right now. Shigaraki was watching from the sidelines. I could outrun him... probably.

"Just me and you now, freakshow." I grappled onto his neck, just about dodging the claws that tried to slam down on me; I think he scratched me though. I swung back up and kicked him in the head; to absolutely no effect.

"Tch-" I swung under his legs and ran for Aizawa, knowing that fighting this thing wouldn't get me very far.

Shigaraki appeared in front of him with his arm outsretched, ready to stop me. I threw my yoyo around his neck this time and slammed it to the ground. I grinned, thinking I'd gotten a leg up on him. He looked up with evil eyes; my yoyo was in his hand. It crumbled to pieces immediately.

'That's lefty gone...'

"What's your quirk? Is it something to do with those things?" He asked me, running at me again.

"Do I need to repeat myself?! None of your fucking business!" I sent my leg to his head; stopped by his hand. I thought it was the end; no more leg, no more hero school. Or death. But... nothing happened.

"You're too cool, Eraser Head..."

Aizawa had just lifted up his head and stopped Shigaraki from destroying my limbs, to my luck. Soon after, he passed the fuck out again face on the concrete. I took his miraculous opening and proceeded to punch him again, knocking the hand off his face. He immediately started to freak out looking for the hand. Good Lord, this man's face was crusty. He needed Vaseline, not to take out the number one hero.

With this chance, I ran and picked up Aizawa, putting his hand around my own shoulder this time. I held onto him for dear life, swinging away as fast as I could with one yoyo.

"I'm so fucking sorry I didn't do anything sooner, I'm so so fucking sorry Shouta..." My voice hitched as I apologised to the passed-out man I was holding, wishing I had gotten to him sooner.

I spotted Mineta, Asui, and Midoriya making their own escape. I dropped down to them, handing them our incapacitated teacher.

"L/N! Hey... Are you okay?" Midoriya trailed off. The three stared at my stomach. Afraid of what I'd find, I looked down slowly. Blood was pouring out, profusely. Guess he did scratch me, then.

The two looked at me with concern, as I grabbed my stomach. The adrenaline wore off, and pain began to set in.

"Ah... just, get him out of here, please..."

"L/N!!!"

Everything went black.

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Beeping. A steady beeping rang throughout the room. I slowly opened my eyes, looking around me. A hospital room. I was alive, at least.

'Aizawa.'

I tried to get up, rubbing my eyes from the tiredness. Feels like our very own Recovery Girl had visited me.

Crawling out of bed, I stood up and grabbed the trolley that held my IV. I lifted up my shirt, to reveal a bumpy slash-shaped scar that spanned half my stomach. Ignoring my own injuries, I walked out to find the reception.