The battlefield of the USJ was a chaotic mess. Dust and debris swirled in the air, the roars of the battered Nomu echoing through the cavernous space. Shigaraki was seething on the upper platform, his twitching fingers clawing at his neck in frustration. But amidst the chaos, Izuku Midoriya's sharp eyes locked onto his next target—Kurogiri. The warping villain hovered near the entrance of the battlefield, his misty form wavering as he monitored the fight. Izuku didn't hesitate. With a burst of Springlike Limbs and Kinetic Boosters, he charged forward, his speed breaking the sound barrier as a sonic boom reverberated through the USJ. Kurogiri barely had time to react. Kurogiri {startled, voice calm but panicked}: "What—?!" Before he could open another portal, Izuku slammed into him, his enhanced strength coiling through his muscles like a spring. The force sent Kurogiri crashing into the ground, his misty form dispersing briefly before solidifying under Izuku's overwhelming grip. Izuku pinned Kurogiri to the floor, one hand clutching the metal brace that housed his weak point—his neck. His sapphire-blue eyes gleamed coldly, unblinking as he loomed over the now-helpless villain. Kurogiri {struggling, mist swirling wildly}: "Release me! Do you not understand what you're doing?!" Back near the fountain, Shigaraki froze in place. Shigaraki {shouting, panicked}: "Kurogiri! Get out of there! WARP AWAY!" But Kurogiri remained pinned, his warping abilities disrupted by Izuku's firm grip on the brace. Then, Izuku did something unexpected—he leaned in slightly and spoke a code. Izuku {calmly, almost a whisper}: "Project: Eclipse Protocol. Code Alpha-014." The moment the words left his lips, Kurogiri's misty form froze. His glowing yellow eyes widened in pure shock, his body trembling as recognition flashed through him. Kurogiri {voice quivering, almost reverent}: "Those words... You know." Izuku's expression remained cold, unchanging as he tightened his grip slightly for emphasis. Izuku {firmly}: "You know who I am. Acknowledge it." Kurogiri went silent for a heartbeat before his mist seemed to settle, his form calming like a sea after a storm. Slowly, his yellow eyes fixed on Izuku, glowing as if he were smiling. Kurogiri {softly, with solemn loyalty}: "My allegiance belongs to you... My master's son. I pledge my loyalty to you, as I did to All For One." Above them, Shigaraki could only stare, his panic turning to rage as he realized what had just occurred. He shouted angrily, his fingers twitching violently as he barked orders. Shigaraki {furious, voice cracking}: "You traitor! NO! WARP ME OUT OF HERE!" Out of nowhere Shigaraki coughed up black sludge that erupted out Shigaraki's mouth, and in a blur, he was disappeared from the battlefield. Izuku didn't react to Shigaraki's escape—he didn't care. His focus remained on Kurogiri, who now knelt before him. Kurogiri {humbly, looking up at Izuku}: "What are your orders, young master?" Izuku {standing up, voice sharp and quiet}: "For now, stay by my side." Kurogiri bowed his misty head. The other villains still scattered across the USJ had no idea what had just happened, but to Izuku, this was a major victory. [Transition] The chaos of the USJ had finally subsided. Heroes and police swarmed the facility, securing the area, arresting the scattered villains, and tending to any injured. The once terrifying Nomu lay subdued, its regeneration and shock absorption gone, they had no trouble apprehending it. Class 1-A, bruised but alive, stood huddled together as Pro Heroes and teachers swept through the remains of the battle. Aizawa quietly observed his students while speaking with Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi about the incident. Amidst the cleanup, the spotlight turned to Kurogiri, the warping villain who now stood silently, his swirling mist calm and still. Several police officers moved cautiously toward him, their weapons drawn, ready to detain the mysterious figure. Officer {firmly, stepping forward}: "You there! You're coming with us. Don't try anything funny!" Before the officers could take another step, Izuku Midoriya calmly stepped between them and Kurogiri, his posture relaxed but commanding. The officers froze, startled by the snow-haired boy's sudden interference. Izuku {bluntly, his cold tone carrying weight}: "He's not yours to arrest." The officers exchanged confused glances, Tsukauchi turning sharply toward Izuku. Tsukauchi {sternly}: "Midoriya, step aside. This villain is a key member of their group. He needs to be taken into custody." Izuku tilted his head slightly, his piercing sapphire-blue eyes locking onto Tsukauchi with unnerving calm. Izuku {unbothered, his voice like steel}: "I said he's mine. He won't resist." Before anyone could argue further, Izuku turned his attention to Kurogiri Izuku {sharply, with quiet authority}: "Kurogiri. Warp us to my dorm room. Prepare a bath for me and lunch afterward. I need to wash this filth off me." The swirling mist that made up Kurogiri's form seemed to brighten, almost shimmer, at Izuku's words. Kurogiri {bowing slightly, his tone reverent and pleased}: "As you command, young master. It would be my honor." Officer {shouting, alarmed}: "Hey! Wait—!" Before they could act, Kurogiri's mist expanded, enveloping both himself and Izuku. Within seconds, the swirling portal collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing behind but stunned silence. [Transition] The scene shifted to Izuku's dorm room, a large and meticulously furnished space provided to him by Nezu. The faint hum of energy echoed as the portal deposited both Izuku and Kurogiri into the center of the room. Izuku stepped forward with his usual calm demeanor. Kurogiri stood nearby, his mist-like form almost glowing with satisfaction as he bowed slightly. Kurogiri {humbly, with reverence}: "Young master, I will prepare the bath immediately. Lunch will follow shortly." Izuku {nodding faintly, his tone cool and collected}: "Good. Keep it simple today. I'm not in the mood for anything extravagant." Kurogiri {eagerly}: "Of course, sir." As Kurogiri walked off to carry out his tasks, Izuku sat down at his desk, his mind already piecing together the events of the day. He pulled out a notebook and began writing, documenting everything—from the villains' tactics to the Nomu's performance. Izuku {quietly to himself, his pen scratching against the paper}: "They underestimated me. That was their mistake."



(Sorry if it's short)