MHA: Harder Better Faster Stronger

A tall shape stepped through.

Its body rippled like smoke—mist-like and dark, with glowing yellow eyes that hovered just above the fog. Its voice was soft. Hollow. Echoing.

"You heroes… cannot be allowed to leave. Not until you meet our master."

From the look of it, he was trying to expand the portal toward us, and it was starting to pull.

But I didn't wait for it to finish.

I stepped forward.

One hand to my temple. I brushed my hair back.

"Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger."

He turned toward me—too slow.

I gave the command.

My Stand launched forward in a clean burst—quick, sharp, deliberate. It slammed an open-palm uppercut straight into the center of his chest.

CRACK—

The sound echoed.

He flew backward through his own portal before he could say another word. The warp convulsed, then snapped shut like a rubber band recoiling.

Just like that, the path was clear.

I stepped back beside the others.

"Move," I said.

The air still buzzed from the hit. The warp had collapsed, the villain's body dragged back into the mist before it fully vanished.

For a second, it felt like we had a chance to move forward.

Then the next distortion opened.

Bigger this time—and different. This one didn't drift or lurch toward us. It just opened wide and steady, like the first portal that brought them in.

Kurogiri's voice followed. Colder now.

"If you won't be divided… then you'll all die together."

The fog rippled.

Shapes began to form inside.

One villain. Then another. Then more.

All armed. All focused.

Kirishima shouted something. I didn't catch it.

Iida too. He was trying to call something out—something about position or formation.

And the first wave hit the ground. Hard. Spread across the area in front of us, blocking the exit. The message was clear: no running. We'd have to fight our way through.

"Everyone, stay back!" Thirteen shouted, stepping forward. "This isn't like the drills! Prioritize escape and evacuation!"

She raised her hand. The nozzle at her glove swirled open, and her Quirk began to activate—pulling in air, rubble, and loose gear like a black hole forming at her palm.

It yanked a villain off his feet before he could land. His weapon clanged to the floor and vanished into the swirl.

"Get behind me!" she ordered, holding position at the center.

Some of the class listened. A few hesitated.

Bakugo didn't.

"Tch. Like hell I'm letting them trap us," he snapped—and rocketed forward with a blast of smoke and fire.

"Bakugo—wait!" Iida called out, but he was already airborne, grenade-gauntlet raised, mouth curled into a grin.

He hit the ground like a grenade, blowing two villains backward before they could draw.

"Don't fall behind!" he barked over his shoulder.

That did it.

More of the class jumped in.

Kirishima charged, yelling as he closed the gap. Yaoyorozu raised a shield on instinct, snapping it into place between him and the nearest threat. Kaminari ducked in behind her, both arms lit up with electricity.

Just as I was about to send my Stand forward—

Another portal opened behind the rubble line.

More of them were coming, trying to close us in from both sides.

No time.

DRIVE!

I ramped it.

My Stand surged forward—clean, fast, no wasted motion. The next guy stepped through the fog and barely had time to see me before—

DRIVE!

He was airborne. Crashed sideways into the railing, knocked out cold.

The third guy followed right after.

DRIVE! DRIVE!

One hit to the jaw, another straight to the ribs. He dropped mid-step.

The fourth started shouting something—but never finished the sentence. My Stand slammed a knee into his gut the second his foot hit solid ground.

And just like that, they were dropping.

One after another.

Every strike landed at the exact second they came through—right on rhythm.

I wasn't giving them room to breathe—much less organize.

Up on the platform, I caught sight of him again the guy with the hands.

His fingers twitched against the railing, and the metal beneath his grip began flaking apart.

"They're trash," he muttered. "They can't even get out of the portal."

Kurogiri remained calm. "He's controlling the rhythm."

Shigaraki snapped his head toward him. "Send in Nomu."

Kurogiri nodded.

Then it happened.

The warp opened again, and I heard the footsteps before I saw anything.

Nomu stepped through tall, built like a machine, muscles packed tight, and an exposed brain pulsing in the open air. Its chest rose in a slow breath, eyes locked forward.

The concrete cracked beneath its feet.

My Stand shifted back half a step, arms raised and ready.

Behind me, the class froze. Kaminari's sparks fizzled out. Kirishima's jaw locked tight.

"What… is that thing?" he muttered.

Up on the platform, Shigaraki leaned casually over the railing.

"That's Nomu," he said. "He was made to kill All Might. So let's see if he can kill this one first."

Nomu charged.

It was moving way too fast for something that size.

My Stand met it head-on.

DRIVE!

The first punch landed flush against its face.

Nomu didn't even flinch.

Then its arm came around like a hammer.

My Stand blocked, but the shockwave still caught me. I went flying, skidding back at least five meters before planting my heels and sucking in a breath.

One hand rose to my temple.

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

Max output.

This wasn't going to be clean.

Nomu charged again, and I attacked first. It didn't move like something with instinct it didn't try to dodge or anticipate. 

Just a weapon.

DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!

It staggered, but still didn't fall.

It was regenerating. Fast.

And every time I hit it, it started adapting figuring me out, bit by bit.

Not just strong.

Behind me, the others were locked in their own fights. Kirishima took a hit for Kaminari and shoulder-slammed a villain off their feet. Yaoyorozu launched a net and caught two at once. Sero pinned one and dragged him toward cover with tape. Thirteen was clearing the zone near the wind tunnel, pulling in rubble and weapons like a human black hole.

Across the field, Aizawa had three on the ground. His scarf snapped like a whip as he wrapped a fourth.

Even while they fought, they kept glancing back. At me.

I kept low. Eyes locked. Watching how Nomu moved.

The Stand slipped beneath a wide swing and lit up its ribs with a four-strike combo.

DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!

Nomu stumbled but still didn't go down.

It roared and brought its elbow down like an axe.

The shockwave caught my leg and flung me sideways across the pavement. I hit hard, rolled, and forced myself up.

Even at full throttle, I was barely holding the line.

This thing wasn't just strong it was engineered for one purpose.

To break anyone who stood in its way.

Including me.

But I wasn't done yet.

Nomu surged forward.

[TL:-Hey everyone, Let me know if anything felt off or didn't land right. Open to any thoughts appreciate the feedback.]