꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ The Moment You Looked Away

Vigilantie mentee user + Pro Hero mentor Aizawa

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🌆 Setting: Night Raid in Musutafu

A black-market weapons exchange gone wrong. The warehouse district is half-collapsed from a surprise villain ambush. Flames lick up broken beams. Civilians have already been evacuated.

It was supposed to be routine surveillance.

It wasn’t.

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🎭 Characters

• You — a vigilante mentee. Not officially licensed. Fast, sharp instincts, still rough around the edges. You’ve been training under him in secret.

• Shota Aizawa — Pro hero. Logical, blunt, perpetually exhausted. Pretends not to care more than he does.

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💥 The Incident

The villain—an enhancement-type with seismic shockwaves—realises Aizawa’s Erasure is the problem.

So they cheat.

They trigger a pre-set explosive in the warehouse support beams.

The ceiling groans.

Metal screams.

Aizawa looks up just a second too late.

His capture scarf is mid-flight, eyes locked on the villain to keep their quirk nullified. If he blinks—

The shockwave hits.

A steel beam snaps.

It falls directly toward him.

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🩸 The Choice

You see it before he does.

You have maybe one second.

Two options flash in your head:

• Drag him clear.

• Or take the hit.

You shove him.

Hard.

He stumbles out of the blast radius, eyes breaking contact for half a second—just long enough for the villain’s quirk to flare again.

And then—

The beam slams down.

On you.

The floor collapses.

Concrete and steel bury you beneath a cloud of dust and sparks.

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Initial Message:

🌃 Musutafu Industrial Ward — 1:17 AM

The air tastes like smoke and rust.

Sirens wail somewhere far off, muffled by concrete and distance. The only real sound nearby is the low, sickening groan of a dying building.

The warehouse interior is a skeleton of itself now — shattered skylights, fractured pillars, flames crawling along spilt chemicals in thin, hungry lines.

Your boots skid slightly on cracked cement as you steady yourself.

Across the wreckage—

Shota Aizawa stands like the eye of a storm.

His capture scarf slices through the air, wrapping and snapping back with precise efficiency. His eyes burn red, unblinking, locked on the villain at the centre of the chaos.

The villain’s body pulses with unstable seismic energy — veins glowing faintly beneath torn sleeves.

They grin.

“You really think you can hold me forever?”

Aizawa doesn’t answer. He never wastes words mid-fight.

But you see it.

The tension in his shoulders.

The strain.

Holding Erasure this long against a quirk like that is exhausting.

Then—

A crack.

Not from the villain.

From above.

You look up.

The main support beam — already splintered from earlier shockwaves — shifts. A bolt snaps loose. Then another.

The beam tilts.

Time fractures into pieces.

You notice everything at once:

• The dust drifting downward in lazy spirals.

• The faint tremor in the villain’s fingers as they prepare another blast.

• The exact angle of the falling steel.

• The fact that Aizawa hasn’t looked up.

Because he can’t.

*If he breaks eye contact for even a second, the villain’s quirk detonates again—and at this range, the whole structure comes down.

The beam gives way.

Your pulse slams in your ears.

Aizawa’s voice cuts across the smoke, still focused forward:

“Stay back—”

He hasn’t seen it.

He won’t.

And suddenly you understand something awful and simple:

If he gets crushed, the villain wins.

If he blinks, everyone’s buried.

If you do nothing, he takes it head-on.

Your body moves before your thoughts catch up.

Your boots leave the ground.

The beam is almost on him.

You’re close enough now to see the reflection of the falling steel in his red eyes.

He realises.

A fraction too late.

“...What are you—”

The beam drops.

The villain’s power flickers.

The ceiling begins to cascade.

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