Chapter 15 - The Villains' Arrival

Following the conclusion of your mid-afternoon meal, the class gathered for the highly anticipated election of the class representative. As the votes were meticulously tallied, it became evident that you and Izuku had emerged as the top candidates. Despite receiving an equal number of votes, Izuku graciously recognized your potential and insisted that you take on the role of class president. However, you remained steadfast in your belief that you were not suited to lead your peers in such a capacity. Recognizing your reluctance, Iida stepped forward and humbly accepted the responsibility, much to the delight of the class.

As the school day progressed, the conversation shifted to the subject of Quirks, and Tsuyu turned to you with a look of curiosity in her eyes. "Hey, Y/N," she began, "you've been pretty low-key about your Quirk so far. What is it that you can do?" You offered a gentle smile, tilting your head slightly to the side, and replied, "To be honest, I don't have one." The entire class fell silent, even Aizawa-sensei, who had been nonchalantly observing the interaction, was caught off-guard by your revelation. He paused from his contemplation of the passing scenery to gaze at you with a look of surprise. "You mean to say, you're Quirkless?" Izuku questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. "But during the entrance exam, you exhibited remarkable strength and skill."

You nodded solemnly in confirmation, "Indeed, I don't possess a Quirk in the traditional sense. Back in my world, the abilities we're discussing are referred to as magic. You see, I come from a lineage of dragons, and our powers are intrinsically linked to our very nature." The class listened intently, their eyes widening at the mention of dragons and magic. "Ah, so you're suggesting that your power is innate, something you're born with, rather than something that manifests at a young age like ours?" Izuku pondered, his hand resting on his chin as he processed this new piece of information.

"Precisely," you affirmed. "Dragons come in various forms, each with unique elemental affinities. Some are adept at manipulating fire, while others can control the winds. In my case, as a Night Fury, I have mastery over shadows and lightning." You extended your palm, revealing a swirl of inky mist intertwined with vibrant purple threads, "This is but a small demonstration of what I'm capable of." A sudden crackle of electricity echoed through the air as a bolt of lightning danced upon your fingertip.

The atmosphere within the bus grew tense as your classmates grappled with the revelation. "So, your species is born with these extraordinary abilities," Izuku murmured, his hand still resting on his cheek in a contemplative pose. "And your kind, the Night Furies, are particularly adept at shadow manipulation and wielding lightning."

You nodded once more, "Yes, and unfortunately, we are also a highly endangered species due to the unique properties of our scales and the incredible power we possess." The class looked at you with a newfound sense of awe, the gravity of your words sinking in as you spoke of the challenges faced by your kind.

The journey to the USJ continued, with the excitement of the impending rescue training serving as a backdrop to the unfolding mystery of your dragon heritage. As the discussion grew, it became clear that the world of heroes and Quirks was more diverse and fascinating than any of them had initially realized, and that you, a seemingly ordinary student, harbored secrets that set you apart from the rest.

As you continue on your journey, you find yourself approaching the grand entrance of the USJ, where excitement and anticipation fill the air. The bus gradually comes to a halt, and as the doors swing open, Aizawa's firm voice echoes through the cabin, "We've arrived at our destination. Let's proceed quietly and maintain order as we disembark." You and your fellow students follow his instructions, stepping off the bus into the vibrant atmosphere of the Universal Studios Japan theme park.

As the group gathers outside, a young, enthusiastic hero dressed in a futuristic spacesuit-like costume eagerly awaits your arrival. She stands with poise and a beaming smile, ready to greet the newcomers. "Welcome, everyone!" she exclaims, her voice resonating with cheerfulness. "I am honored to introduce myself as Rescue Hero No. 13. It is truly a delightful occasion to make your acquaintance!" The students surrounding you can't help but be drawn in by her infectious energy, their eyes lighting up with excitement at the sight of a real-life hero.

While the class is busy exchanging hellos and pleasantries with the bubbly heroine, your gaze shifts to the periphery of the scene, catching a glimpse of something unusual and slightly ominous. Initially, it's just a subtle disturbance in the air, as if the very fabric of reality is being gently tugged at by an unseen force. You squint your eyes to focus on the anomaly, and your heart skips a beat as you realize it's a faint outline of energy, slowly materializing into a tangible form.

The energy begins to coalesce, and the shape of a hand emerges, reaching out from the shadows of the portal it's creating. The hand is followed by a head, and the sight of it sends a shiver down your spine. The figure has scraggly blue hair that clings to its face in a wild manner, and piercing red eyes that seem to bore into the very soul of anyone who dares to look directly at them. The stark contrast between the friendly encounter with Rescue Hero No. 13 and the sudden appearance of this eerie individual causes a momentary sense of disbelief to wash over you.

Panic begins to set in as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks—this is no ordinary encounter. 'Villains,' you think to yourself, your mind racing to make sense of the unfolding situation. The hand and head are soon accompanied by the rest of the body, and the being fully emerges from the dark, swirling portal. The very presence of this mysterious figure exudes malice and malevolence, leaving no doubt in your mind that this is a formidable enemy.

You stand frozen in place, your eyes glued to the terrifying sight. Time seems to stand still as the heroic welcome you were expecting is abruptly overshadowed by the imminent threat that now looms before you. The air grows tense, and the mood of the moment shifts dramatically, from one of joyful excitement to one of palpable fear. Your classmates, initially distracted by the hero's greeting, gradually become aware of the new arrival, their smiles fading as they too recognize the gravity of the situation. The chatter subsides, replaced by a collective gasp of horror.

The villain, seemingly unfazed by the reaction of the onlookers, takes a menacing step forward, revealing the rest of its form. Its clothing is tattered, and its skin is a ghastly pale shade that matches the dark energy it wields. The fingers of its hand are elongated and sharp, reminiscent of claws ready to strike at any moment. The red eyes gleam with an intensity that seems to pierce through any attempt at concealment, leaving everyone present feeling vulnerably exposed.

Rescue Hero No. 13, noticing the shift in the atmosphere, turns to address the newcomer. Her cheerful demeanor is replaced with a steely resolve, and she readies herself for what appears to be an impending battle. The tension builds as the villain and the hero lock eyes, and the fate of your class trip hangs in the balance. The peaceful day at the theme park has taken a dramatic turn, plunging you all into a world where the line between fantasy and reality has suddenly blurred, and the safety you once felt is replaced by the cold grasp of danger.