After the incident, the heroes of U.A. High School decided to cancel all classes for Class 1-A for the remainder of the day.
However, the students were asked to remain on the school premises. The air was tense, the normally lively halls of U.A. now subdued by the weight of what had transpired, even without the teachers saying anything the rumors about the event spread across the U.A.
The captured villain was promptly transferred to police custody for interrogation, as per standard procedure. Recognizing the severity of the situation, the authorities assigned a detective to work closely with U.A.'s faculty to uncover the truth behind the attack. This led to an urgent meeting convened in the oval conference room, with the school's teachers, Principal Nezu, and the newly appointed detective in attendance.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy, the shadows of doubt and responsibility hanging over everyone present. It was Snipe who broke the silence first. "I apologize," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "I should have detected the threat earlier. I sensed something was amiss, but I never imagined it would escalate into this." He bowed his head deeply, his cowboy hat momentarily obscuring his face.
Principal Nezu, ever composed despite the dire circumstances, spoke next. "Snipe, this is not your fault," he said, his tone firm but reassuring.
"You did what you could. Your quick actions ensured the safety of the majority of our students. You broke free from confinement and prioritized their well-being during a crisis. In fact, I'm grateful for your foresight.
Your emphasis on combat training and Quirk mastery—despite being unconventional for this stage in the curriculum—proved invaluable. Because of that preparation, our students not only defended themselves but successfully apprehended their first villain."
The room was silent as Nezu's words settled over them. It was true. Had Snipe not focused so intently on honing the students' combat and Quirk skills—typically reserved for later internships—the outcome could have been far worse. Talent alone might have allowed the students to survive, but it was their training that minimized injuries and turned chaos into triumph.
As the conversation shifted, the detective cleared his throat, drawing all eyes to him. Unlike the others, he had no interest in praise or blame. His focus was on the facts, and time was of the essence.
"Let's review what we know so far," he began, his voice measured yet urgent.
"First, it's clear that students Amakiji Tamaki and Tsurugi Raiden were the primary targets of this attack. According to the students' accounts, the villain deliberately focused on them. While he defended himself against other students' attacks, they were never his objective. What's even more concerning is that Tamaki's tentacle was taken into the villain's Quirk—a power we suspect is some form of teleportation medium. Additionally, Raiden reported being injured by the villain's hand even after the man lost consciousness. This detail aligns with statements from Tamaki, Nejire, and Mirio."
He paused, scanning the room to ensure the weight of this information was understood before continuing.
"Second, we're dealing with not one but two villains in this incident. While one engaged the students, the second managed to escape in a rather peculiar manner." The detective placed several photographs on the table, sliding them toward Nezu.
The images depicted a scorched patch of ground, charred black with jagged cracks radiating outward. The damage resembled an eruption, as though fire had burst forth violently from beneath the earth.
"These marks are identical to those found a month and a half ago at a construction site," the detective explained, his tone grim. "They're also eerily similar to the aftermath of several incidents from two years ago during the so-called 'robbery spree.'"
He exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as if bracing himself for the implications. "This isn't a coincidence. We now have strong evidence linking these three incidents to the same villain group. While Raiden's involvement in the first incident may have been chance, the second attack two months ago—and this one—were clearly deliberate. Moreover, this time they targeted both Raiden and Tamaki specifically. This was meticulously planned."
When the detective concluded his summary, the room fell into a tense silence. The teachers exchanged uneasy glances as the weight of his words settled over them. Why would anyone specifically target these two students? The question lingered like a storm cloud, thick with implications no one wanted to voice aloud.
The first possibility was painfully obvious: eliminate potential future threats. Both Amakiji Tamaki and Tsurugi Raiden possessed exceptional talent, their abilities far surpassing those of their peers—a rare combination of raw power and adaptability that could make them formidable heroes in the future. But this explanation didn't sit right. Nejire and Mirio, equally extraordinary in their abilities, had not been targeted. It wasn't just about strength or potential.
The room grew colder as a second, more sinister theory began to take shape in their minds. Transformation-type Quirks. Both Tamaki and Raiden possessed abilities that altered their physical forms—a characteristic known to make such individuals uniquely resilient. This resilience wasn't just a boon in combat; it extended to their biology, making them better equipped to endure stress, even under extreme conditions.
No one wanted to be the first to voice the unthinkable. The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive, until Principal Nezu finally broke it. His calm, measured voice cut through the tension, though his words carried a weight that seemed to darken the room further.
"Perhaps," Nezu began, his small frame somehow commanding the attention of everyone present, "this is tied to Quirk experimentation."
He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "Transformation-type Quirk users are known for their unique physiological properties. Their bodies are naturally more resistant to internal stress—the kind of stress induced by... human experimentation. And now," he added, his voice dropping slightly, "we are dealing with individuals who possess Quirks with highly varied and adaptable capabilities. It's entirely possible that a villain group has taken notice of this."
His words hung in the air like an unspoken curse. The thought of Quirk experimentation—something universally condemned, yet rumored to exist in the darkest corners of society—was enough to chill even the most seasoned heroes. The idea that someone might target their students for such a grotesque purpose turned their stomachs.
Nezu's hypothesis, though chilling, was the most plausible explanation they had. With no further leads or evidence to point them in another direction, it became the foundation for the investigation moving forward. The detective nodded grimly, his face a mask of resolve as he scribbled notes into his pad.
The teachers sat back in their chairs, the gravity of the situation pressing down on them. Each of them silently resolved to ensure the safety of their students at all costs. But beneath their determination lurked an undeniable fear: if Nezu's theory was correct, then this was only the beginning. The shadows they were fighting against were far deeper—and far darker—than any of them had anticipated.
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Back in the classroom, the students sat quietly, an unusual stillness settling over them. The vibrant energy that typically filled the room was replaced by a heavy tension. They had been instructed to stay on school grounds, unable to call or return home until the investigation reached its next stage. Any premature action, they were warned, could jeopardize their safety or hinder the inquiry. It was a sobering reality, one that none of them had expected to face so soon.
Raiden sat at his desk, his chin resting on his hand as his mind replayed the events of the day. The clash, the chaos, the triumph—it all felt like a surreal blur. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the subdued faces of his classmates. Nejire, Tamaki, and Mirio sat nearby, their usual lively personas muted, though an underlying spark of camaraderie still lingered in their expressions. As Raiden observed them, a determination began to stir within him. He couldn't stand the oppressive silence any longer.
"Guys, we're okay. This isn't a funeral," he said, breaking the quiet with a lopsided grin. "It was tough, but we won. Honestly, I feel pretty proud of us." His voice carried a deliberate lightness, a clear attempt to lift the mood.
Mirio immediately picked up on Raiden's tone and leapt to his feet, his energy unmistakable. "He's right! It was difficult, sure, but it was AWESOME!" Mirio exclaimed, throwing his arms into exaggerated movements. "It was like BAM! Then WHAM! And then FUUUUAAHHH!" He punctuated his words with animated sound effects and mimicked some of the fight's highlights, his antics drawing a few chuckles from the quieter corners of the room.
Nejire joined in, her usual exuberance shining through. "Yeah, it was incredible! I mean, I never thought we'd be able to take down a villain this early on. They're supposed to be terrifying, right? But we did it!" She grinned, her enthusiasm infectious, but her voice carried an undertone of genuine disbelief.
Tamaki, who had been sitting silently until now, glanced at Raiden with a thoughtful expression. His gaze then shifted to the rest of their classmates. As Nejire's words lingered in the air, he noticed something that made his stomach sink. Around the room, some students clenched their fists while others stared at the floor, their faces etched with regret.
Raiden followed Tamaki's line of sight, his own excitement fading as he realized what was wrong. The room wasn't just quiet—it was heavy with unspoken guilt. Yet he chose not to speak, giving Tamaki the space to address what he had seen.
"It's not your fault," Tamaki said quietly, his voice steady but kind. "It wasn't anyone's fault."
The silence that followed was broken by Taro, who stood abruptly, his voice strained but loud. "We know that! It's just... we feel useless," he admitted, his shoulders slumping. "We should have done something—anything—to help. But we didn't even realize what was happening. When Snipe-sensei called for us to help with the lights, we thought it was just a power problem. Even when he started breaking down the steel door, we didn't understand what was really going on. It wasn't until the very end that we knew you guys were under attack."
The room seemed to breathe with Taro's confession. His usual stiff demeanor had melted away, leaving behind a vulnerable boy who could barely meet their eyes. His words hung in the air, a reflection of what many in the room seemed to feel but hadn't voiced.
Raiden leaned back in his chair, his earlier attempts at humor fading into a quiet resolve. He glanced at Tamaki, who gave him a small nod. but before one of them could say something, Nejire reached Taro.
Her smile was slight but radiant, though dimmed slightly by the somber atmosphere. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her voice warm and soothing. "It's okay. No one could have known. If we were in your place, there's nothing we could've done either. The villains disabled everything—cameras, sensors, all of it. There was no way to predict what happened." Her words carried an earnestness that seemed to ease some of the tension in Taro's posture.
Hana, standing nearby, stepped forward with determination in her voice. "Next time, we'll help. We're training to be heroes too," she declared, her fists clenched as if steeling herself for the battles to come.
Despite their attempts at comfort, the bitter taste of frustration lingered. The students knew, logically, that there was nothing they could have done, but the feeling of helplessness weighed on them. Before the conversation could continue, the classroom door opened, drawing all eyes to the entrance.
Director Nezu walked in, flanked by Snipe and a tall figure in a brown coat whose face remained obscured beneath the mask. Nezu's usual playful demeanor was absent, replaced by an uncharacteristic seriousness that sent a ripple of unease through the room.
The students straightened in their seats as Nezu began to speak, his small stature contrasted by the weight of his words. "I won't sugarcoat this," he said, his voice firm and steady. "You are future heroes, and you need to understand the reality of what we faced today. We suffered a coordinated villain attack. The motives are unclear. The villain we apprehended—or rather, the one your classmates Raiden, Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki suppressed—hasn't spoken a word since his capture. Given the circumstances and the nature of this incident, the school, in coordination with the police and local heroes, has made several decisions for your safety."
Nezu's gaze swept across the room, meeting the eyes of each student before continuing. "First, as we speak, our staff is contacting your parents or legal guardians to inform them of today's events and the measures we've implemented. Starting immediately, each of you will have both a hero and a police patrol assigned to guard you 24/7 outside the school. They will work in rotating shifts. For security reasons, you will not be informed of their schedules or positions. Should any unexpected threat arise, you will be evacuated immediately."
The students exchanged uneasy glances. Nezu's tone left no room for doubt about the gravity of the situation.
"Second," Nezu continued, his gaze shifting to Raiden, Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki. "Your families will receive the same level of protection as yours. However, as you were directly involved in the incident, the four of you will be relocated to the school dormitories effective immediately. These facilities have been prepared to host students fully and securely. Your families have already been informed, and they agree that this is the best course of action for your safety."
He paused, allowing his words to settle over the students. The silence was broken by Ichiri, the eldest of the Nails brothers, his voice edged with worry. "Is that enough? I know we're training to be heroes, but... our families?" He trailed off, the unspoken fears heavy in his unfinished sentence.
Nezu nodded solemnly, acknowledging Ichiri's concern. "I understand your worry," he said. "That's why we've taken additional measures. While we cannot legally force anyone, we are offering to relocate any families who wish to move. The location of these safe houses will be known only to the family and their assigned guards. To ensure security, anyone leaving or entering these homes will be required to use designated secure routes."
Silence fell over the room. The implications of Nezu's words sank in, Many of the students instinctively thought of their families, silently hoping they would choose the relocation option. The idea of such drastic measures felt surreal, but the truth was clear.
For the first time, the U.A students really glimpsed the dangers of their careers
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