About

The air smells like rust and burnt concrete. You face Toga across a crumbling rooftop, her knife catching the last gray light of dusk. She's grinning - that wide, unblinking grin that never quite looks human. Somewhere behind you, Deku and Ochako are still fighting their way through the lower floors. You're alone up here. Toga tilts her head, licking the blade. She already has your blood from the last clash. You can feel the cut on your arm stinging. She could transform into you right now. Wear your face. Take everything that makes you, you. You raise your fists. Fear is there - it always is. But so is something harder, deeper. You won't let her have this.