The battlefield seemed to freeze as I raised my hand, signaling for everyone to step back. Shigaraki, Tokoyami, and the others looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but I didn't care. This was my fight now.

"Step down," I said firmly, my voice carrying over the chaos. "This one's mine."

Shigaraki's hand twitched, his Decay creeping dangerously close to a chunk of debris. "Are you insane? You're quirkless, Midoriya!"

I turned to face him, my expression calm but unyielding. "And that's exactly why I'll win. He doesn't know how to handle someone like me."

Shigaraki's jaw tightened, but he stepped back, his Decay retreating. Tokoyami hesitated, his dark eyes darting between me and Overhaul. Finally, with a reluctant nod, he called Dark Shadow back to his side.

"You better have a plan," he muttered.

"Oh, I always have a plan," I replied with a smirk, turning my attention back to Overhaul.

The man stood amidst the destruction, his presence a storm of controlled chaos. His cold, calculating eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of us.

"So, the quirkless one wants to play hero," Overhaul said, his tone mocking. "Do you have a death wish, or are you just that arrogant?"

"Little bit of both," I shot back, rolling my shoulders. "But mostly, I'm just tired of listening to your voice."

He didn't respond, but the way his jaw tightened told me I'd struck a nerve. Good.

I took a deep breath, centering myself. My heart was pounding, my body screaming at me to run, but I pushed the fear aside. This wasn't about power. It was about strategy, and if there was one thing I excelled at, it was thinking three steps ahead.

Overhaul made the first move, lunging forward with a speed that belied his size. His hand reached for the ground, his quirk ready to reshape the terrain into a weapon.

But I was faster.

Darting to the side, I grabbed a piece of broken metal and hurled it at him. It wasn't meant to hurt him—just to distract him long enough for me to close the distance.

He swatted the metal aside, but by then, I was already in his blind spot. I drove my elbow into his side, aiming for the ribs. The impact made him stumble, but it wasn't enough to bring him down.

"You're going to have to do better than that," he growled, spinning around and swinging his arm toward me.

I ducked, narrowly avoiding his grasp, and retaliated with a kick to the back of his knee. He dropped slightly, his balance wavering, and I seized the opportunity to backflip out of his range.

"You're surprisingly light on your feet for a guy who spends all his time brooding," I quipped, trying to keep him off-balance mentally as well as physically.

He glared at me, his hand grazing the ground again. This time, a wall of spikes erupted from the earth, forcing me to leap backward.

"Clever," I admitted, brushing the dust off my sleeves. "But you're still thinking in straight lines. You need to start thinking in circles."

Before he could process my words, I dashed forward, weaving through the spikes with an agility that surprised even me. Overhaul's eyes widened as I closed the distance, but he recovered quickly, swinging his arm in a wide arc to catch me.

I dropped to the ground, sliding under his arm and popping up behind him. Grabbing a loose pipe, I swung it with all my strength, aiming for the back of his head.

He ducked at the last second, his instincts saving him, but the pipe grazed his shoulder, throwing him off-balance.

"You're annoyingly persistent," he muttered, his voice laced with irritation.

"Thanks! I get that a lot," I replied, feigning a cheerful tone.

He lunged at me again, his movements faster this time. I barely had time to react, twisting my body to avoid his grasp. But his hand clipped my arm, and I felt the sharp sting of his quirk starting to activate.

I ripped my arm away, the pain making me gasp, but I didn't stop moving. I couldn't afford to.

"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, my voice steady despite the throbbing in my arm. "Because if it is, I'm starting to think you're overrated."

His expression darkened, and I knew I'd hit a nerve. Good. Angry opponents made mistakes.

He charged at me, his focus entirely on landing a hit. I used his momentum against him, sidestepping at the last second and driving my knee into his gut.

He stumbled, coughing, but recovered quickly, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're going to regret this," he snarled.

"Doubt it," I shot back, a grin tugging at my lips.

The battle continued, a brutal dance of strategy and improvisation. I couldn't match him in raw power, but I didn't need to. Every move I made was calculated, designed to exploit his weaknesses and keep him off-balance.

Around us, the battlefield was chaos, but I barely noticed. My entire focus was on Overhaul, on anticipating his moves and staying one step ahead.

And slowly but surely, I started to wear him down.

His attacks became slower, his movements less precise. The frustration in his eyes was palpable, and I knew I was getting to him.

"You're not used to this, are you?" I said, my voice calm despite the strain in my body. "Fighting someone who doesn't play by your rules."

He didn't respond, but the way his jaw clenched told me I was right.

"You've spent your whole life relying on your quirk," I continued, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. "But what happens when that's not enough? What happens when someone like me—someone you underestimated—outsmarts you?"

His eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. He lunged at me again, his movements desperate.

I sidestepped easily, delivering a swift kick to his side that sent him sprawling.

And then, for the first time, he hesitated.

"You're done," I said, my voice steady. "This fight is over."

He glared at me, his pride refusing to let him admit defeat. But deep down, we both knew I was right.

The battle wasn't won through strength or power. It was won through strategy, determination, and a refusal to back down.

As Overhaul finally collapsed, the world around us seemed to snap back into focus. The chaos of the battlefield faded, replaced by the stunned silence of the onlookers.

And as I stood there, battered but unbroken, I couldn't help but grin.