3rd World (BNHA/MHA x DSMP AU)

7

"STOP THEM!!!", Nezu yelled.

Aizawa noticed Nezu pull out a remote from his pocket and press a button. The door to the arena began to lower and a translucent red substance reached over to meet it, causing sparks to fly as it dug its spiky claws into the metal and the wiring of the door. The red substance had come from Takeshi. Remembering the interrogation, he knew that it had to be blood.

One quick glance around and Aizawa had noticed the source of danger, sending his scarf towards Umiko, only for it to be countered by Ayumu who was holding- Wait a minute. Where did that axe come from?! All Might had leapt towards the students only to be met with the flames of Kaji. Bees swarmed the rest and by the time everyone had managed to get free, the students had all simultaneously turned to walk out of the arena, disappearing from sight. The crystalline blood structure that was blocking the door gave way, turning into liquid blood as the door slammed down shut with a loud BOOM. Dust flew everywhere as the red liquid snaked out in a thin ribbon, swiftly traversing the area and finally circling around the pink haired Takeshi.

Something was wrong. The bulky pink haired boy was tense, mumbling some words in- Was that English? The blood around him was erratic and as Aizawa neared him, it struck out at him like a wild beast. Then he saw Takeshi's eyes. The sclera had turned a ghastly black colour and the pupils were now brighter, almost orange and most definitely more feral, the pupils becoming slits such as those of a predator that stalked its prey.

Just as Aizawa was about to use his quirk on Takeshi, he dodged an axe swing from Ayumu who glanced at his pink-haired friend. A playful light was within his eyes as he turned back to Aizawa, whose eyes had already turned a bright red as he activated his quirk on Ayumu. There was a look of acknowledgement at the situation and nothing more. The axe in Ayumu's hands didn't disappear, but Aizawa hoped that he wouldn't be able to use his actual quirk.

During his match, Aizawa had seen Ayumu's speed. How he had crossed the arena within seconds, how he had fought against Bakugou as if he had known every single move that he was about to make, and even when he guessed wrongly and was still able to react in time to avoid his student's explosions. Ayumu was definitely a melee fighter. Well, that suited Aizawa perfectly. Without his quirk, he had confidence that he could take him on.

"You have...maybe 20 seconds?"

Aizawa didn't react and instead charged forward, extending his scarf only for it to be swung off to the side. "What happened to cooperation?"

"We both knew that this was going to happen sooner or later", Ayumu replied, and somehow, a shield appeared by his side.

A shield that blocked his scarf as the boy in green slid past Aizawa's assault and delivered a kick to the back of the hero's knees. Aizawa stumbled, legs nearly giving way as he sent his scarf in Ayumu's direction before jumping back.

He didn't even look tired. Damn it. Aizawa had underestimated him. Based on the battle he had observed through his periphery, they had all underestimated the Arais. All Might was running out of steam, even though he was trying his best... He could probably only last a few more minutes. Everyone else was fighting diligently even though victory seemed far from their grasp. All of them except for Midnight who had disappeared and from the purple sparks that were surrounding the boy that seemed to be split in half, Makoto, Aizawa could guess that he had teleported her somewhere.

"Oh Makoto dropped her off somewhere on a deserted island. I think it was called Okin- Okinawa or something." Ayumu shrugged nonchalantly then trained his eyes on Aizawa as a roar erupted from Takeshi. "Well, times up! You people just invoked the anger of the Blood God!"

Blood God?, Aizawa thought. Was that a nickname? Whatever it was, it meant that Takeshi was no doubt the strongest amongst the group.

Ayumu shouted in a deeper voice, "Hey, it's time for a break everyone!"