If you haven't read the manga this might be a tad confusing
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Shota Aizawa saw his students. His eyes refused to shut, hand firmly holding the scarf around his neck. He didn't know where they were. If they were hurt, or even alive. His fingers trembled around the fabric. He saw them in his memory, every child he'd come to care for in this passing year. They were the future, right? That's why he cared so much about raising them, showing them the way.
Muffled sounds made way through the dust, the sky clearing as Tomura Shigaraki's rising demanded the eyes of the many. Shota planted his feet on the leveled soil, staring right into the cold, ominous gaze of the smirking villain ready to make him one with the ashes.
For a brief moment, his lower lip shook, tears of dry eyes and fear pooling above his cheeks. His quirk activated, but Shigaraki remained in the sky, fading in and out of the ashes, his hand still outreached. He could barely see him.
"You're a hindrance, Eraserhead," Tomura spoke, admiration heavy in his tone.
Good. The teacher thought, clenching his teeth, his eyes glowing red with erasure's power. I will not let you take my students.
Rock Lock and Gran Torino were still there, but Shigaraki showed no sign of slowing down. He bore through the wind like a missile, his quirk nowhere near as affected as it should've been. Raw strength, a quirk like All for One? It was as spiteful as Atomic when taken from its host. The closer Shigaraki got, the harder it became to fend him off with nothing but Shota's quirk. Especially with this much debris clouding his line of sight.
He was going to die. Shota breathed in pants. He was going to die. But at long as he protected his students, as long as he stayed alive long enough to keep them alive and safe, it wouldn't matter.
Shota continued to breathe heavy, not daring to blink as he saw his students all over again. His only regret was he never got to tell any of you how proud he was.
"Sensei!"
Shota's eyes went even wider. They didn't leave Shigaraki's form, but something in him came alive hearing that voice. Out of nowhere, a zinging of silver light appeared. Emerging from a torn-down treeline, a girl with a dark costume and even darker hair arrived.
Time slowed
"Y/n?" Shota breathed, flashes of Atomic's life lining your veins and the ground below. You smiled at him, not a shred of fear in your eyes.
"Remember my practical exam!?" You yelled, hands unclipping two viles from your waist as you uncapped them with your teeth. Your trajectory changed last minute, running straight at your teacher, dust rising beneath your feet.
Shota didn't even have to think to react. Putting his forearm out in front of his face, the teacher ducked towards the earth. The moment your soles made contact with his arm, Atomic flurried through Aizawa's nervous system, protecting him from whatever damage your using him as a launchpad could deliver. At once, the power remained a thousand places at once.
So when you took to the sky, Shigaraki heading straight for your teacher, you let that tiny bit of chlorine trifluoride escape the viles.
Atomic. You spoke, the liquid turning gaseous at your command. Give our teacher some help, would ya?
He didn't have to be asked twice. Separating the bonds, the gas caught fire with enough force that any minute particle of dust was incinerated within a five hundred-foot radius.
