MHA: Animari

The city simulation rumbles beneath Malik's feet as he rests on the rooftop, his golden hair catching the sunlight. Sweat drips down his brow, but his grin remains unshaken. He leans back on his hands, watching the chaos unfold below.

Robots of all sizes clash with students in every direction—explosions, shouts, and the grinding of gears fill the air. Malik isn't focused on any of it, though. He's here for entertainment now, watching like a king surveying his domain.

"Not bad," he mutters to himself, his sharp golden eyes following a student barely dodging a robot's attack. "Could use some style points, though."

He's about to lean further back, maybe even lie down for a second, when a shadow passes over him. No, not a shadow—a wave of darkness that consumes the entire rooftop. Malik frowns, sitting up straight.

"What the—"

The building trembles violently, forcing him to brace himself. He looks to his right, and his grin returns—this time, bigger and brighter than ever.

A robot. No, the robot.

Towering higher than the skyscraper he's perched on, the humongous robot is a mechanical behemoth.

Its glowing red eyes burn like twin suns, scanning the city below. Every step it takes creates massive craters in the streets and sends entire buildings crumbling to dust. Students stop in their tracks, frozen as if time itself has halted.

"Holy…" Malik breathes, standing slowly. He runs a hand through his golden hair, his grin transforming into a full-blown smile. "it's massive..."

Below him, chaos erupts. Students scatter in all directions, some screaming, some falling to their knees in sheer terror. One kid trips over debris, frantically scrambling to get back up.

Malik's golden eyes gleam as he surveys the scene.

Shaking out his arms as if preparing for a jog. Then, with a burst of energy, he sprints toward the edge of the building, sliding down a nearby pole.

He spins around it halfway down, landing on the street with practiced ease.

He eyes a trio of smaller robots—each a good size but smaller than giant's—scattered nearby.

Without missing a beat, Malik dashes toward them, placing his hands on each in quick succession. The familiar red glow of his quirk spreads over their bodies, and they twitch violently before transforming into monstrous forms. Their eyes burn red, their mechanical limbs elongating into clawed appendages.

Malik claps his hands together.

The monsters let out guttural, metallic roars before turning to Malik in unison. As if understanding his unspoken command, they crouch low and fling him into the air with incredible force.

Malik rockets upward, wind whipping through his hair as he hurtles toward the giant robot's face, his body glowing faintly with the power of his life force.

cocking his fist back.

The punch lands squarely on the robot's head, a deafening clang echoing through the city. The sheer force of the blow causes Malik's hand to sting, but the robot doesn't budge.

"Seriously?" Malik mutters, wincing slightly. "That's all I get for max effort?"

Below, his creations spring into action. Two of them latch onto the giant's legs, their claws digging into its metal plating as they hold it in place.

The third climbs rapidly, scaling the robot's massive frame with surprising agility.

The climbing monster reaches Malik just as he steadies himself on the robot's shoulder. It holds out a jagged piece of metal—a weapon scavenged from another robot. Malik raises an eyebrow, then smirks.

Taking the makeshift weapon. "Ohh, you've got some brains under all that metal,"

The monster roars in response, biting into the robot's neck, sparks flying from the point of impact.

"Alright," Malik says, gripping the weapon tightly. "Let's finish this."

With a burst of speed, he leaps toward the robot's glowing red eye. He drives the sharp metal shard into it with all his strength, the impact sending a shockwave through his arm. The robot's eye flickers wildly, electricity sparking as its movements grow erratic.

"Uh-oh," Malik mutters, realizing what's about to happen.

The robot begins to spark violently, the glow in its eyes fading as its head starts to detonate. Malik jumps back, grabbing onto his climbing monster just in time.

"Go, go, go go...!" He exclaims patting the monster's back in a hurry.

It slides down the robot's frame, carrying Malik safely to the ground.

The giant robot erupts in a massive explosion, the force shaking the entire simulation. Malik and his monster land gracefully on the street, skidding to a stop as debris rains down around them.

The alarm signaling the end of the exam blares loudly, cutting through the chaos. Malik collapses onto the ground, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

"25 robots, one giant freak, and now they call it," he says, laughing weakly.

Around him, students stare in silence. Their expressions range from awe to jealousy, but no one says a word. Malik smirks, leaning back on his hands.

"Well, don't all clap at once," he says sarcastically, his voice dripping with amusement.

Suddenly, he feels a warm presence beside him. Before he can react, a soft kiss lands on his cheek.

"Wha—?" Malik freezes, his eyes wide as he turns his head.

An old lady smiles back at him, her face kind and wrinkled with age. She steps back, her hands clasped in front of her.

"What—why—what are you doing?" Malik stammers, scooting back slightly and raising his arms defensively. "I don't even know you, lady!"

The old woman chuckles softly, her voice warm. "Relax, child. Just a little thank-you for your hard work."

Malik blinks, realizing his exhaustion is gone. His muscles feel rejuvenated, his energy completely restored. He looks down at his hands in disbelief.

"Wait… that was your quirk?" he asks, his voice quieter now.

The old lady nods, her smile never faltering. "You're welcome."

Malik scratches the back of his head, standing slowly. "Uh… thanks, I guess. But, uh, maybe next time, a handshake?"

The old lady laughs, waving him off as she walks away. Malik watches her go, shaking his head.

"First giant robots, now random cheek kisses. This day just keeps getting weirder."

With a grin, he turns back to the crowd of students still staring at him.

He walks away, hands in his pockets, his grin as sharp as ever.