(General POV)

"Hello There" Izuku beamed. His smile was truly innocent in the sense that he wasn't taunting his enemy, rather, was impressed by the ease which they used their quirk, the swiftness the man in a black hoodie had. Even with his senses, the amount of skill it takes to not only blend into a crowd but search through UA's files means one of two things.

This kid is incredibly skilled.

Or someone here, besides Nezu, is a rat.

...

Izuku kept his smile, but under the realization, it turned colder and his eyes dimmed their joyful gaze, his bloodlust eroded the calm look on Shigaraki's face as Izuku's expression changed something room.

A suffocating pressure was released from the boy, something that was psychopathic in nature. 

Shigaraki's childish anger was doused by Izuku's contempt for loose ends and his utter disappointment at the possibility that UA of all schools, would have a rat.

Just the look he had. Just the change of expression..

It sent a shiver down the pale boy's skin, small goosebumps across his body rose as the shadow casted from the floating figure only served to cool the temperature by several degrees. Shigaraki dared not to make any sudden moves, and "Induce Terror" amplified the feeling several times over.

"The reporters have been pestering UA for quite some time. The fact that someone like you could easily pass the gate, use them to your advantage.. Well, the were too useless I'm afraid. I tried myself."

The rampant ferocity that lurked behind Izuku's eyes that gave way to such a feeling. A ominous hatred.

"You... Are you a hero?" He knew that hunger he saw was not something a normal student would have, never the less a heroic one.

"..." Izuku's smile faltered for mere moments. Then fell.

"A hero? That's a good question." He moved towards the intruder. Step by step, he walked downwards from the air, getting closer than comfortable for Shigaraki. An invisible staircase carried each step with an audible clack. Akin to marble and high heel, which his bare feet showed neither, the noise was made each and every time; The words left his mouth before he descended silently onto the ground. Now, the soft carpet was the only noise made. Not that his steps slowed.

"But that's not the most relevant one. Is it?" He said as he moved more erratically, side to side. He eventually reached near enough for Shigaraki to attempt an attack.

"No, you see I've been looking for good food for some time now- Something that would make my entire fighting style change!" A sharp kick hit Shigaraki's side as his hand extended towards Izuku.

Sending him directly into the wall. 

*SHAKE

An audible yet silent spit of saliva left his lips. The wall splintered and cracked at the sudden decorative addition to the room. Yet, somehow, the injured villain was still awake, breathing heavily with gasps of air. His lungs shook each time. Every time he breathed, a moment of pain arrived to the front of his concentration. Something was now in pieces, and it wasn't just Shigaraki's pride.

"-But If I knew that delivery was an option, I would have done it!" A gleeful voice shook as Shigaraki struggled to hear his enemy. He was disoriented, only briefly, before he pushed away from the wall.

His hands made contact with the flat surface, and as the pinky touched... The furniture and concrete turned to Ash. The several drawers and shelves of files that lined the room were too turned to ash.

Concrete pillars appeared, and separated the segments which decayed, then refilled the position of important weight distributors. The could not save the furniture however, as even the gorgeous painting of a serene lake, which hung proudly on the wall, was now nothing but dust.

Izuku gazed happily at the sight. Yet at the same time, he winced at the realization that all of those files were fundamental to the teachers and classes at UA. his eyebrows twitched as he remembered the punishment Nezu gave him prior, would he get another one? That was true torture.

Shaking his head briefly, he focused on the figure infront of him, who too rose their head from a hunchback pose, now glaring at Izuku with utter distain.

"Physical Contact. Your nerves showed something like that." He said with a chuckle.

"I just wanted to make sure before I had my meal. It seems you can turn anything you touch into.. Dust? No.. What is that? Some kind of stable reformations of particles? The material composition seems to change aswell, which is concerning. Would a dust control quirk be effective? Maybe, but it looks very similar to stable iron." 

*Step step

"I can't really see atoms yet. Well, I can. But that wouldn't be counted as 'seeing' would it. Does you're ability work on non solid materials? What about liquids? What about semi-fluids?"

*Step

Izuku stood only 4 meters away from the intruder.

"Well.. No matter. You need all five fingers to activate it, right? It that why you have a habit of pulling your pinky in?" His words left with a whimsical degree of arrogance and joy, Shigaraki's eyes widened.

"I.." The latter attempted to speak, yet the ribs, shattered moments ago, seemed to not want him to try.

*Cough

Small drops of blood covered the inside of his lips, he persisted and spoke.

".. I didn't expect there to be a mini-boss here... And I'm under geared too..." There wasn't alot Shigaraki could do now. Except plan B; At the fastest he could perform, Shigaraki clicked a button on his old electronic phone. A phone that seemed to originate pre-quirks.

A few audible beeps from the device and he grinned.

Instantly, Izuku stood in shock as a swirling mass of smoke and mist appeared behind him. His red eyes were elaborated by the colors of violet and black, his pale face and baby blue hair were now at their most reveled form.

His eyes told Izuku everything, it was like told Izuku, 'Don't underestimate me, Bastard' as a smug look appeared indifferent to his injuries.

It was exactly like how Bakugo looked at him. Except, much more devious in .

The mist expanded in 3 seconds time.

Izuku couldn't tell where the attack originated from, but for a few reasons, he wouldn't even touch that thing. It appeared from no-where. It's a long range quirk which seems to be activated by some other assailant. Who could even target him if he didn't take precautions against it. 

And all of the sonar waves were disappearing into it.

Sending faint signals back from whatever that thing was. Izuku's face morphed into a dead serious look. An angry look. Devoid of any emotional tendencies, it was frosty.

There were only so many options to say what type of quirk that was, but considering the context- That was a spacial type. So rare that in the last 400 years only 6 appeared.

... Slowly but surely, Shigaraki decided to step backwards, one leg at a time. He wasn't sure why the hero wasn't chasing him, but he'd guess it was out of fear. With a broken rib, he couldn't necessarily take the leisure to find out.

"Hah, Mini-Boss. I'll be back soon.. and when I do-" He spoke, itching his neck with his left hand. Several scratch marks covered it, and blood seeped out ever so slightly. His eyes were blood red too, matching his rugged fingernails and crumb textured face.

The smell of Whisky, bourbon, rum and liquor covered Izuku's senses, even wine and bleach touched his nostrils. More Sonar waves disappeared into the mist. Some few, very few waves reappeared from it, giving Izuku slight information. Something was interfering in between however, so only bits and pieces emerged.

Izuku's frown never appeared, but it was obvious he was pissed. Shigaraki however, thought he was afraid of the ability. It almost made him want to strike right then, but he held back. breathing.

"-I'll turn you to chalk-" And he disappeared into the swirl. 2 seconds later, the mist devoured itself. Leaving not a single particle left.

With All Izuku's quirks. All his abilities, he couldn't see how the mist functioned. Nor could he tell where it led to; In a way, this made him even more angry.

*Clench

But at the same time-

"I'll be waiting." A grin, so wide it would rip a normal face into 3 parts, formed across is face. Excitement.

Why should he 'just' feel angry when his lunch arrived so splendidly?!

Sure. The possibility of an attack may occur at any time, but if that quirk was an emitter type, he just needed more quirks to compensate "Erasure". There were too many candidates for what he was thinking!

And with the fact they promised to return? Well... That just made everything easier. If they were to attack UA, they'd definitely get more than just a few treats with them. Let a single fish go to find the entire fleet, and he'd have a good net full of abilities. Most that he didn't even have to work for!

They would, sooner or later, bring their quirks to him. And when he has their abilities... he'd be much stronger than he is now, much, much, stronger. How much food would he get to eat?

*Chuckle

That spacial quirk. That chalk ability. What an interesting set. 

It was a meal he'd savour.

...

---

(Aizawa POV)

"Damn it!" I run through the hall as fast as I can.

Those reporters- I swear, Izuku's last escape should have warned us enough to deal with them from the get go. A villain attack on the first week of UA, that's just a another thing worry about.

"Aizawa- Slow down. I know you're-" Vlad speaks behind me, I lack the patience to hear him out. This is Izuku. IZUKU. The kid with a fascination of quirks, a student whose own tendencies could kill him.

We need to get there soon!

*RUMBLE

"What was that?!" Nemuri panicked as the building rumbled, shaking beneath our bodies. "We have to hurry! Izuku could be in dange-"

I already moved. Her words faded to the back of my ears as I focused on the several sounds above us. I could feel the walls collapsing, the sounds of shifting sand- what I'd assume was concrete.

We were all in costume, yet somehow I was out of breathe. I was already warned what risks Izuku would place should he accidentally get out of control, we all were told to never allow it. Too much power can corrupt anyone.

"We don't have time to blabber. Move!" I said as we couldn't risk Izuku getting captured, harmed or worse, going out of control.

I wasn't just worried for Izuku, neither for the villain. He was going to destroy the entire school at this rate.

It took far, FAR too much to settle him down when he saw a good 'treat', as he says. Especially with his tendencies, wanting more strength whenever he can. If a villain appeared with a quirk strong enough, there's no telling what he'd do to get it. His paranoia fueled Megalomania would only get him killed sooner or later, and I'd rather it wasn't sooner; We couldn't be a second late! 

I address the two behind me as we near the room. The stairs and corridors shook as we neared. My scarf was fluttering at an unnecessary shake. They too were panicked, Midnight more than Vlad, the idea of a student getting hurt didn't bode well with him either.

"I'll erase the Villain's quirk. Nemuri, fill the room toxin, then Vlad apprehends the villain. Clear?" I spoke quickly. We reached a stop, my steps sliding as they got ready to break the large wooden door that stood taller than all three of us combined. It was dead silent for the second.

"Move!" My words were followed by a strong kick to the door. It breaks open while an audible slam follows.

*Creak

The room, bright sunlight, shone through, almost blinding me.

But I use my quirk to it's maximum. Vlad covered his nose and I used my scarf to dowse Nemuri's quirk as pinkish purple gas filled the room. The door slammed behind us less than half a half second after. We all sprung into action, Vlad's blood leaked out of his gloves and Nemuri's whip almost aimed at their target.

"ERASURE"

We arrive just in...

*Chuckling

..time... Damn it.

"Izuku." I speak as I see him at the side of the room. Which... Is barely a room at this point, it looks more like a broken shack than anything.

The damage... I can hear Nezu's wallet weeping already, the costs are going to be insane considering that the ceiling has all but fallen.

A large circular hole is on one side of the room, a breeze passed through the room. Silence spread between us as our eyes turned to the opposing second hole, shattered walls of the room on the other side of the first. 

Several pillars, which bended in ways that seemed artificial, held the room together as they took the place of what was once a lovely wallpaper.

Izuku stood at the front of it all... Just Izuku... Displeased by our arrival.

"Hm? Oh, you guys are late. As usual." I felt spite in the last parts of his words. It stung emotionally, but we lack time for that.

"The Media kept us occupied for a moment, we couldn't get passed them without some pushing. What happened to the villain? Are you hurt?" I said a his eyes rummaged around the room.

...Was he looking for something? Well, he doesn't seem injured, that's good.

"The villain? Oh yeah, he got away. And I'm not injured." He spoke like it was a morning breakfast, casually talking about his meal. "Though I may have spent too many calories." His disappointment showed as his face fell to a gloomy look.

At the sight, Nemuri stopped emitting her toxin.

"It's such a shame, since he had such a good quirk too." He spoke, almost non-chilant, pacing around the now messy central table of the room. The round table had several scratch marks across the surface. Most definitely from debris.

"Judging by your voice, I'm guessing you didn't get his quirk?" I said as he turned to me, and nodded.

"Yeah. He got away before.. well. Y'know." His right hand squeezed the air a few times over.

"How did he escape? There's only one-" Nemuri's gaze turned to the fresh air outside, "...Two entrances." She said as he deadpanned. That didn't stop our gaze from pinching him. How did a villain with such a powerful quirk escape Izuku? I would have guessed he'd hunt them to hell and back for their ability.

"Flight?" Vlad muttered as we all looked to the main witness.

He let out a brief sigh. Seemingly aware of the intent behind our gazes, he prompted to the wall.

"It seems that whoever wanted to get into UA had over-qualified help. While he, the intruder that snuck with the crowd of reporters, had some form of destructive quirk capable of disintegrating whatever he touched, another quirk was used from afar by another person. Someone with a spacial manipulation quirk." Our eyes widened at his words.

If a needle dropped in those few milliseconds of pure silence, where none of us even breathed, then we would all know.

"Spacial Manipulation?!" Nemuri's voice and expressed sigh broke the silence. Her loudness was only shadowed by the news.

Even my dry eyes couldn't help but shake before I had to blink a few times. My back stiffened, and my jaw was less than clenched. 

The implications of such a quirk meant that someone besides the main intruder bypassed UA's defense incredibly quickly. If someone could leave, than the possibility of Villains arriving within our walls was something I never want to allow. How many teachers are on campus now?

Damn it. Eye drops.

...

After squeezing a few drips of eyedrop in my eyes, Vlad asks the question first.

"Spacial Manipulation?! Impossible! How would a villain even have the resources to garner such an ability? Are you sure it wasn't something else, some form of invisibility?" Vlad spoke as Nemuri was still in a state of thunderstruck. She quickly waved it off however.

"I am. Sonar waves disappeared through whatever mist they escaped in. There are only a few possibilities, but judging that the 'Villain' went through without a single delay and that sonar waves came back is the telling evidence." His face turned from us for a brief moment.

There were only two users alive who could be classified as Spacial manipulators. And neither would be likely to attack UA. The fact a villain could have access to it, considering the world government actively searching for such quirks, only proves the danger behind whoever struck us.

I don't like this one bit. It feels too sinister for it to be a random villain. 

"The rarity of such a quirk, It would be-" Nemuri spoke, but I caught her words. My posture fixed itself unconsciously.

"Astronomically low. Currently there are only two alive, both belonging to government organizations." I interrupted. Something was certainly off about how Izuku acted. No, he would usually be excited about a quirk like this. But he simply stared at the dust that was once our files... I don't want to consider the paperwork needed to fix all of that. Not one bit.

"Neither would attack UA, they'd have no reason to-" I see Izuku flinch for a very small moment of time. Vlad's words were cut by my glance, quickly and confused, he got the memo and stopped speaking.

"So this is either likely to be a unregistered user or..." Nemuri's words were cut by Izuku's speech, as he opted to shut the conversation down before it made its debut. 

He spun on one heel before looking at us. Arms in the air, he gestured as he spoke. As overdramatic as ever.

"There have only been a few verified quirk users across the last 300 years, enough to count on each hand. Currently, it is very unlikely that any governmental agency would be so... brash. Especially with All Might up our sleeve. That leaves the possibility of an unregistered quirk. Or one from a discrete group; I doubt they were after me since-" He gestured to the sand that was once schedules, paperwork or some other important record. Thankfully UA had backups, digital ones. 

Sadly, we couldn't tell what the victim of Izuku's violence wanted from this room. Nor could we say when they'd attack again. It was only a matter of time considering they stole a file from here.

While Vlad was clueless for the most part on Izuku's stay at UA, all staff members were briefed regarding Izuku and the attempt at his life. UA's teachers are more than trustworthy, so secrets would be pointless when they carried risks like his.

"Though judging by how the intruder needed to arrive by foot, I'd say there's some prerequisite to the ability. Either energy, range, or possibly requiring another individual as orientation point, something likely to do with the nature of space itself. Too many unknowns to make sincere conclusions, sadly. UA's gate has failed, reporters had entered UA's grounds and if the spacial quirk could be used from afar, what's stopping someone from sending a bomb into any random classroom here?" 

If it was before today, I doubt I would have ever seen such a look from Izuku.

What I'd expect to be a look of admiration, as he had with many quirks, he showed none. Only... Contempt for the possibilities that could occur. 

Dread.

It was a feeling that creeped over all of us.

How could we combat a quirk like that? Even I can only be at one place at a time. And Izuku... Well, he'd be our only possible counter to a surprise attack, if he could sustain constant monitoring of the campus in the first place.

"Honestly, I knew something was bound to happen... but so early? I believe the best option now is to wait, or rather for everything we just spoke of to stay in UA's grounds." His speech ended just before I was going to speak.

Nemuri moved an index to her chin. 

"You believe this could be a problem if it gets out to the press?" My words struck Vlad's nerve.

"I understand the risk of this being revealed, but a villain has attacked UA. That alone should be concerning enough to gather assistance form the police force." He spoke. "Our students are in danger, if we don't not act accordingly to protect them, then we'd be acting immorally as both teachers and heroes." He spoke solemnly, like he was trying to convince us.

As a professional hero is, he carried himself with strength and pride. It was entirely useless here however, the possibility of any politics mixing in with this defeats the possibility of our interference. Izuku, by himself, was one of the greatest risks, living fish bait for the hundreds who would swarm UA without Nezu's interference.

Izuku's faint chuckle dampened his bravado. Gesturing to how risky this truly was, he raised his hand to the window.

The reporters were now much more auditory, like someone raised the volume. We could practically hear the pain in Mic's voice. His screaming voice and auditory movement from low to high pitch almost made me chuckle, but the point was made. The reporters were too much of a risk as it was. I'd have to agree with Izuku here.

"No." He lowered his hand, the countless voices of reporters stopped.

"I believe that if any world government interested in the infiltrator's quirk gets into the mix with what this could be, then everything will become several times more complicated. The police themselves could be the reason this all turns over our heads. The last thing UA needs is another incident that could endanger its students and staff, which is exactly the current risk. More eyes on us would only exasperate our progress in solving the mater." A shrug and he continues.

"I digress. In the end it's up to UA's staff to decide what to do. I'm simply a consultant." 

Which he was, that was his official tittle as of Tomorrow, not that he knew it. I doubt he wouldn't flaunt it if he did. The last thing I need is his snark in my class.

...

Nezu can't risk UA's reputation this early into the year; Nezu wouldn't allow UA's reputation, never mind his own political strength, to be weakened at such a vital and public time. 

Why was Izuku acting so... flamboyant?

It was his tick. He did it when he schemed or played around, which I could only guess means that he wants something.

Was he interested in the quirk? 

Every single strong quirk we've seen had been targeted by him, with the minimal amount of restraint he has, he still took multiple from teachers, staff and students. Hell, he's been acting worrisome and reckless, both within UA and with whatever he decides to hide at night. 

I doubt he would let a "Spacial" quirk out of his sight. 

I can't help but squint my eyes for a moment. But my skepticism only lasts for a second. Before one of the remaining books on the shelf falls. Distracting our focus.

We all looked at what was once a calm, serene room. Now... Well it wasn't either calm nor serene. The piles of ash proved that much.

...

"To be fair. This could have been worse-" One of the pillars cracked. Vlad stiffened at the change his words correlated to.

"Please do not say that." We spoke unanimously, before Izuku glanced around the room in fright. 

*Sirens

The sirens cut his searching.

"Finally." My words were filled with relief. "The police." 

"Remember, the press could be the biggest problem right now, the birds should be rounding them up but that doesn't mean we won't have another stray. I doubt the perp is still here, but we should be very cautious." He took multiple steps forward, passing all of us..'

"Where are you going?" He ignored me once again as I wrapped my scarf around his face. This kid. He waved it off with little issue and continued. 

"If you three would excuse me. I have lunc- class." He smugly taunted as he crossed the door's edge.

...

I'll give him detention the first time I can.

"Did we just get bossed around by a student?" Vlad spoke a few moments after Izuku's footsteps faded. His expression slightly cringed, slightly impressed and immensely confused at the current events.

"Technically, Nezu placed him as a consultant. The legal term. Due to age laws, he's more of an intern than a student." I spoke. 

Nemuri chuckled. "Well, at least he has a head on his shoulders. Hope the kid's doing better." Her expression went awry, cold yet mournful at the memory, indirectly, I remembered that night once more.

..

Vlad, perplexed by the sudden shift in mood, spoke, "Better? What's wrong with Izuku?"

Few knew about the real reason Izuku stayed at UA, all the was told to the staff members was that he was placed as a consultant due to his prowess and quirk. Thus, it allowed him leeway compared to the students. Since technically, he was more or less not one.

"Nothing. We should get moving, Nezu-" Someone interrupted behind us. A small fuzzy principal. One who wore only a frown. Who fixed his tie as he spoke.

"I'm already here." The Chimera stood behind us with frightening stealth. His face was grim.

"Gather the staff. This will not be leaked." He almost whispered, the wind blew as several birds seemingly rocketed at his words. They passed by the new openings without making a single noise. They disappeared from sight, within seconds. Small hums of noise faded from far.

Nezu was agitated. And at the same time disturbed by the state of the room. His eyes pondered as they glanced side to side at what was once an Italian flooring and wall paper. 

The paintings, what remained of them, were ripped. Nothing was left undamaged.

...

He rubbed his forehead, "Damn it, Izuku.. Don't you know how expensive reconstruction is?!" He bellowed. Moving his paws in the air as if to rage against the clouds. Yet it was Izuku he wanted to punch most. He waved closed paws as fists, punching empty space.

We all heard a faint chuckled from somewhere far. It disappeared afterwards, fading into the background. Echoing.

---

(Shigaraki Touma - League of Villains HQ - General POV)

'DAMN IT' Shigaraki screamed mentally as his body fell back into the bar stool; His ribs ached, like someone was going to splinter and rip each one of them out.

"Shigaraki! Are you alright?!" Kurogiri spoke from his side.

'I can barely move. I'm still awake for now.' He thinks as the swelling started, his lungs weren't pierced but they were damn near close to being skewered.

"Do- Do I look fine you fast travel NPC?!" He spoke bitterly, taking some anger out on Kurogiri who couldn't tell what that meant; Not to say he wasn't insulted regardless.

"I'll take you to Master. Perhaps we need to cancel tomorrow's event-" He muttered before Shigaraki glared and lectured.

"NO! WE HAVE WAITED FAR TOO- augh!" The blaring pain re-appeared, once again cutting off his words with agony and light coughs.

*Cough cough

".. Far too long for us to give up now. The final boss is right here-" He pulled a filed from his inner hoodie, unzipping it with silent precision.

"-We can't stop while we're so close. I won't let ALL MIGHT GET AWAY!" 

...

*Ring Ring

Kurogiri answered instantly. Shigaraki went silenced, even his grunts of pain were held down.

A few seconds later, he spoke into the phone. 

"Very well." The bartender muttered as he gazed one more time at the young boy.

Mist expanded from his body. His yellow eyes shaped as a wide thunder strike narrowed. His body, which seemed to be made out of exhausting mist, waving back and forth above him, expanded outwards.

His suit, an Italian original, had been obscured by the profound shades of lilac and darkness. Soon, they were both engulfed in it.

And they vanished from the bar.

---

(Shigaraki Touma - ??? - General POV)

...

*Swirl

The two re-appeared once again, like a rewind of a record, the mist poured back into Kurogiri. His figure however was holding Shigaraki by the shoulder.

It was the laboratory. Which was not only gloomy, dark and quiet, but filled with glowing vials the size of human bodies. They pulsed with a decretive glow, smudges of something inside would give all a desire to remove their presence from the room. The pink and black matched well.

The man in the dark, watched upon them both.

He peered through the dark like the sharpest light. His eyes brought fear into hundreds many years before, now it was gone yet his gaze was with anger.

"Come here." He spoke, his wheelchair and medical equipment were revealed as they beeped repeatedly in silence. Blinking all around his body as several pipes entered and exited his stomach.

Shigaraki and Kurogiri moved immediately. They walked before Shigaraki let go of him. He crawled by himself infront of of the silhouette. Ultimately, uttering the words "Teacher..." before almost collapsing from pain. He still sat on his knees out of respect.

The man placed his hand on Shigaraki's head. An audible crack-

*CRUNCH

-an audible gasp left Shigaraki's mouth as his wounds healed.

His ribs realigned, as all his bones and injuries were relieved. A sensation of relaxation flowed over Shigaraki.

"Now then. Shigaraki, what happened." The man now wore a smile, one that an elder would near his grandchildren.

Yet the sudden radiating evil from his body meant otherwise, "Who did this to you?" he asked, radiating unadulterated cruelty.

*Cough

"It was... a hero." Shigaraki said, hatred leaving his lips. His eyes flaming up.

...

"Sensei." He spoke as his teacher pondered the words of his disciple.

"I want another Nomu. I want to kill them all." He said as he pulled a file from his jacket, one titled with the name "Class 1-A; USJ activities"