I'm Uchiha Madara In MHA World

From within the swirling black portal, a horde of villains emerged—figures of all kinds, some armed, others unnaturally twisted by their Quirks. And yet, step by step, they approached the students with menacing intent.

"Are they serious? This is just dumb," Kirishima Eijiro muttered, a bead of cold sweat trailing down his cheek. "Sneaking into U.A.? Hero High? That's asking to get turned into meat paste."

After all, U.A. was a fortress where professional Heroes gathered. Did these guys really think they'd get away with this?

"Sensei, what happened to the security sensors?!" Yaoyorozu Momo pushed to the front, anxiety rising in her voice.

"No idea if this breach is isolated or campus-wide," Todoroki Shoto said, frowning as he assessed the situation. "But for the system not to react… Someone on their side must have a Quirk that disables surveillance."

"This was a coordinated strike. They've come prepared."

"Thirteen—start the evacuation. Try to contact the school directly," Aizawa Shouta said, pulling down his goggles. "If the sensors are down, then it's likely the radio systems are jammed too. This is a full-on assault."

He looked over his shoulder. "Kaminari, see if your Quirk can reach the comms. Uchiha—front and center."

"Huh?" Madara blinked, caught off-guard, but quickly stepped forward.

"Your Quirk is Hypnosis. I need to know—what's your limit?" Aizawa's voice was tight, his eyes never leaving the enemy formation that steadily advanced.

"How many do you need?"

"What?" The unexpected response gave Aizawa pause.

"I asked how many you want Hypnotized," Madara said calmly, walking up beside him. In the corner of his vision, Yaoyorozu Momo watched with clear concern.

"Don't tell me you don't know your own limit," Aizawa muttered.

"That's not it." Madara came to a halt at Aizawa's side. "If you need it, I can Hypnotize them all."

"What about side effects?" Aizawa asked quickly. Strong Quirks often came with powerful drawbacks. Madara's file listed none, but Aizawa preferred hearing it directly.

"There are none."

"Then do it. Hypnotize them all."

The moment Aizawa gave the order, Uchiha Madara's eyes changed.

His pupils disappeared, replaced by a deep, glinting crimson. Three tomoe rotated slowly around his irises, as if stirring the very air.

At the front of the enemy line, Tomura Shigaraki's gaze snapped to Madara the second he activated his Quirk.

"Red eyes?" Shigaraki hunched slightly, scratching his neck. "Same type as that Eraserhead freak?"

He let out a dry laugh. "Doesn't matter. Even if he can cancel Quirks, we've got enough toys to keep them busy."

Meanwhile, the villains began grinning as they approached.

"What's this? Sending out kids to stop us?" one muttered darkly. "Guess U.A.'s finally run out of heroes."

But their overconfidence faded when Uchiha Madara raised his head.

"This isn't allowed, right, Teacher?" Midoriya said hesitantly behind them, nervous. **"Students aren't supposed to use their Quirks in battle without licenses..."

"And besides—Uchiha-san—this isn't according to protocol."**

"It's fine." Madara cut in, voice cool and calm. The tomoe in his eyes began to spin faster. "This won't take long."

In the next instant—time itself seemed to stop.

Dozens of villains froze on the spot. Arms half-raised. Feet mid-step. Expressions locked in twisted grins that abruptly halted.

They didn't collapse. They didn't fall. They simply... stopped moving.

Each and every one of them stood completely still, as if turned into lifeless mannequins.

The illusion didn't come from direct eye contact.

It didn't come from speech or light.

It came from Madara's will, infused through his chakra, disrupting their senses the moment they entered his range. The Sharingan was simply a visible vessel for something deeper.

Madara lifted his gaze slowly—and locked eyes with Tomura Shigaraki across the battlefield.

He gave him a faint, knowing smile.

He hadn't pulled him into the illusion.

"That… That's insane!" Kirishima Eijiro gasped. "He just Hypnotized—all of them?!"

"Nice work, Uchiha." Aizawa Shouta gave a rare smirk before leaping straight into the immobilized crowd, binding one villain after another with ropes.

"Just like All Might said," he murmured. "In real combat, Hypnosis isn't just useful—it's critical."

As villain after villain dropped to the ground, Aizawa's confidence grew.

But further up the hill, Shigaraki was getting irritated.

"That red-eyed kid's a problem..." He scratched violently at his neck. "Let's take him out first."

"Understood," Kurogiri said with a nod. "Alive, correct?"

"Alive."

Behind the group, Uchiha Madara continued observing the crowd, red eyes calmly sweeping the field.

"You there. Looks like you're coming with us."

The voice came from behind.

Madara's head snapped around—but too late.

In the blink of an eye, a swirling portal opened behind him. Before anyone could react, Kurogiri emerged and engulfed Madara in black mist.

"Madara!" Yaoyorozu Momo took a step forward, reaching out in alarm.

But the portal closed before her fingers could reach him.

"What… What just happened?!" Midoriya cried out.

"Did he just—"

"He disappeared," Iida muttered, stunned.

"No. He was taken." Bakugo growled, fists clenched.

Even Thirteen had no time to react.

"Sensei!" Yaoyorozu turned quickly to Aizawa, who had just finished securing the last immobilized villain.

"Madara—he's gone!"

Aizawa's head snapped up. His expression turned grim.

"...Tch."

He had been focused on the illusion's success, but in the split second he relaxed—they struck.

It was too clean. Too fast.

Which could only mean—Madara had been their target all along.

"Aizawa-sensei, what should we do?!" Uraraka Ochaco asked, her voice tight with panic.

Aizawa's jaw tightened behind his scarf.

"We're getting him back."

His eyes narrowed, burning with conviction.

"No matter what… He's still my student."