So... this is happening..... it really is happening.....

Fighting Aizawa. 

Fighting Eraser Head. 

A man who has taken down hundreds of villains with nothing but a scarf and the sheer will to survive. And here I am, trying to play the part of a villain without losing the tiny sliver of humanity I have left. Oh, and I'm doing it all while quirkless.

The League's scattered around, still causing their mayhem, but I'm focused on Aizawa. He's hurt, but still standing. There's no quirk here to stop me—because, well, I don't have one. It's all hand-to-hand now, and I can tell he's underestimating me. He doesn't know that fighting without a quirk is something I've been forced to do my whole life. I know how to handle myself.

Me: Let's do this,...

Sensei.

Aizawa: You're really going through with this? A kid, playing at being a villain.

Me: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

We circle each other, sizing each other up. I can tell he's trying to figure out my angle, trying to understand why a quirkless kid is standing here, keeping up with a pro hero like it's nothing.

And then he moves.

His scarf snaps toward me, faster than I can see, but I'm ready for it. I've seen him fight. I've studied his moves. And the best part? I know how to counter them.

I roll to the side, dodging the scarf's grip, and rush him, using every bit of agility I've built up over the years. I swing low, aiming for his legs, but he blocks me with a swift kick. The force knocks me back, but I catch myself before I hit the ground.

Me: I guess you're not impressed with my skills yet, huh?

Aizawa: You're holding back.

That's the thing with Aizawa—he can see through people. He knows I'm not giving it my all, but he doesn't know why. And I can't exactly explain that I'm stuck in this parallel world, pretending to be a villain to survive. He'd never believe me. No one would.

We clash again. 

His movements are precise, calculated. Every time his scarf lashes out, I dodge it just in time. I'm fighting him on pure instinct, not using anything flashy, just old-fashioned combat. It's funny, really—how I've been quirkless my whole life, and now it's coming in handy.

Me: So, how's your day going, on so far?

Aizawa: You should give up.

Me: And miss all this fun?

He's starting to get frustrated. I can tell. His moves are getting sharper, but so are mine. I block a punch and twist, landing a kick to his side. He stumbles, but only for a second. He's too strong to stay down for long. Still, I've surprised him.

Aizawa: You're quirkless??!!

Me: Thanks for noticing.

He narrows his eyes at me, clearly confused by how I'm managing to keep up with him. A quirkless kid taking on a pro hero and not only surviving but holding his own? Yeah, I'd be confused too.

But here's the thing—I'm not here to win. 

I'm here to help.

I glance around the battlefield. The students are still holding their own, but things are getting out of hand. The villains are closing in, and if I don't do something, this could get ugly. I have to keep up the act, though. I have to stay in control.

Me: You're really putting in the effort here. But I have to say, I'm kind of helping you.

Aizawa: Helping? You think you're helping by leading this attack?

Me: Not exactly. I mean, I'm not making it worse, am I? Plus no casualties... I am keeping the otheres in check.

He lunges at me again, and I block his punch, twisting his arm just enough to throw him off balance. He grunts, surprised by my strength.

Me: I'm just saying, there are easier ways for me to hurt your students if I really wanted to.

His eyes narrow further, clearly not buying what I'm selling.

Aizawa: Stop this. Whatever this is. You don't have to fight us. You're good enough to walk away.

There it is. The part where the hero tries to redeem the villain. If only he knew.

I step back, out of reach for a moment, catching my breath.

Me: Walk away? Yeah, I'd love to, but it's not that simple.

He moves toward me again, his scarf snapping through the air, but I dodge it easily.

Me: You think I want to be here? You think this is fun for me? Playing the villain?

I duck under another punch and land a blow to his ribs. He winces but doesn't back down.

Me: I don't have a choice. I didn't choose this.

Aizawa: You always have a choice.

He's not wrong. But it's not as simple as he makes it out to be. I can't just not play the part. I've seen what happens if I don't... and this isn't even my world.... I've watched this fight unfold from the other side, and if I don't act like the villain now, things could spiral out of control. Worse, people could die.

But Aizawa doesn't know that.

Me: It's complicated.

Aizawa: It doesn't have to be.

I block another punch, but this time, I don't counter. Instead, I back up, putting some distance between us.

Me: You don't understand. I'm not like you. I can't just give up and hope for the best. I have to see this through.

He's panting now, the strain starting to show. But even so, he's not giving up.

Aizawa: You're stronger than this. You don't have to be a villain.

Me: I'm not. But I have to act like one, for now.

His eyes widen slightly, the first hint of realization crossing his face. But it's not enough. He still doesn't fully understand what's going on. He thinks I'm just another misguided kid, playing a dangerous game.

Me: One day, you'll get it, sensei..... But right now? I have to do this.

We clash again, but this time, I let him push me back. I need to make it look like he's winning, like he's getting the upper hand. I can't blow my cover, but I also can't let him lose.

Me: Don't worry, Aizawa. I'm not gonna hurt anyone. Not if I can help it.

Aizawa: Then stop this.

Me: Can't. Not yet.

He doesn't get it, but that's okay. He'll figure it out eventually. For now, I just have to keep pretending. Keep playing the villain.

But deep down?

I'm still a hero. And I'm not giving up....