Breaking News: The UA Attack
The morning news blared across every screen in Japan.
"Breaking report: UA High School's first-year hero course was ambushed yesterday by a group calling themselves the League of Villains. Authorities confirm the attack was a targeted attempt to assassinate the Symbol of Peace, All Might. Seventy-two criminals have been apprehended, but the ringleader remains at large—"
The footage cut to shaky camera shots of the USJ's wreckage, smoke still curling from the ruins of the landslide zone.
In a quiet apartment, a skeletal man with sunken eyes paused mid-sip of his tea, watching the screen with a frown.
Toshinori Yagi set down his cup and reached for a pen.
Gran Torino,
I should have listened to you.
The attack on UA was more than a random act of violence. They knew where we would be. They knew my schedule. And worse—they had a creature designed specifically to kill me.
I won't make excuses. I was careless. But what unsettles me most isn't the attack itself—it's the boy leading them. Tomura Shigaraki. He's reckless, impulsive, almost… childish. Yet someone gave him that monster. Someone armed him with resources and intelligence.
This wasn't his plan. He's being guided.
I think you know what that means.
—Toshinori
The letter was sealed and sent before doubt could claw its way back in.
Across the city, an old man in a yellow cape read the words with a grimace.
"Damn idiot," Gran Torino muttered, crumpling the paper slightly. "Took you long enough to notice."
UA Faculty Meeting
The UA conference room was tense.
Principal Nezu sat at the head of the table, paws steepled. To his left, Aizawa—bandaged and bruised but no less sharp-eyed—leaned heavily on his elbows. Vlad King and Midnight flanked him, their usual bravado subdued. All Might, still in his weakened form, stood near the window, sunlight casting long shadows across his gaunt face.
Naomasa Tsukauchi flipped through his notes with a sigh. "Seventy-two arrests. No fatalities. By all accounts, we got lucky."
"Luck doesn't explain how they bypassed UA's security," Aizawa said flatly. "They had inside information."
"Or a Quirk that let them slip through," Midnight countered.
"Unlikely," Nezu chirped. "Our sensors would have detected unauthorized warp activity. No, this was planned."
All Might's voice was quiet but firm. "Tomura Shigaraki isn't a mastermind. His plan was reckless, his reactions… immature. Someone else is pulling his strings."
Naomasa nodded. "The villains we interrogated confirmed it. They followed him out of desperation, not loyalty. The underworld's been squeezed dry by hero crackdowns. For some, Shigaraki's offer was the only one left."
"So what?" Vlad King crossed his arms. "We're supposed to believe some manchild stumbled into leading a terrorist cell?"
Nezu's beady eyes gleamed. "Not stumbled. Groomed. Think about it—UA molds students into heroes through training, mentorship, resources. Why wouldn't villainy have its own… institutions?"
The room went still.
Aizawa's jaw tightened. "You're saying there's a school for villains?"
"Or a mentor," All Might murmured. "Someone with patience. And power."
Naomasa exhaled sharply. "Either way, Shigaraki's just the tip of the spear. We need to find who's holding it."
The meeting adjourned with plans for tighter security, increased patrols, and—much to Aizawa's displeasure—media control to downplay the students' involvement.
As the faculty dispersed, Nezu lingered by the window.
"Interesting, isn't it?" he mused to no one. "Heroes and villains… both shaped by the hands that guide them."
Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon.
Somewhere in the city, a figure watched a news replay of Shigaraki's severed arm being bagged as evidence.
A dry chuckle echoed in the dark.
"Such a disappointment, Tomura… But no matter. We'll find you a better toy next time."
The screen flickered off.
******
Kenjiro's POV
Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of my room, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. I groaned, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling.
Another day.
My body ached—not from injury, but from the aftermath of yesterday's chaos. The USJ, the Nomu, Shigaraki's severed arm—it all replayed in my head like some twisted action movie.
I sat up, cracking my neck.
"Alright. Enough brooding."
A quick stretch—shoulders, back, arms—before dropping into a set of push-ups. The burn in my muscles was familiar, comforting. two hundreds. three hundreds. five hundreds. Sweat dripped onto the floor as I pushed through, my mind drifting back to the fight.
That Nomu.
I'd cut it in half. Literally. My Quirk had held up, but…
I flipped onto my back, doing sit-ups now.
It's not enough.
Katakuri's powers in One Piece could reshape the environment once awakened. Mine? Still limited to my body. No mochi-infused landscapes, no turning the ground into a sticky trap.
Yet.
I smirked, finishing the last rep.
"Guess I'll just have to fight All for One to unlock it, huh?"
The thought should've been terrifying. Instead, it sent a thrill through me.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Line Message: Nejire 💙
I grabbed it, scrolling through the notifications.
💙Nejire💙: GOOD MORNING!!!!
💙Nejire💙: Did u sleep ok??
💙Nejire💙: Also also ALSO
💙Nejire💙: We should go out today!!!
💙Nejire💙: Like. On a DATE date.
💙Nejire💙: Say yes or I'll spam u foreverrrr
I blinked.
A date?
My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Before I could overthink it, I typed back:
Me: Sure.
Then it hit me.
Wait. That's a DATE date.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
…And then I smiled.
The orphanage kitchen was chaos, as usual.
Aiko, the twelve-year-old menace, was attempting to flip pancakes with all the grace of a drunk octopus. Mrs. Tanaka looked like she was two seconds away from confiscating the spatula.
I grabbed a plate, stealing a pancake mid-air before it could hit the floor. "Nice try, squirt."
Aiko pouted. "I was totally gonna catch it!"
"Sure you were," I said, ruffling her hair.
Mrs. Tanaka shot me a grateful look. "How are you feeling, Kenjiro? After… yesterday?"
The other kids paused, their chatter dying down. Even Aiko looked up, her usual mischief replaced with something softer.
I shrugged, taking a bite of pancake. "Like I could eat ten more of these."
That broke the tension. Laughter bubbled up around the table, and soon they were all talking over each other again—asking about the USJ, the villains, All Might.
I answered what I could, dodging the gory details.
By the time breakfast was over, I'd been roped into helping with dishes, then sweeping the porch, then fixing the wobbly table leg in the common room.
Typical.
But… not bad.
The afternoon sun was high when I finally retreated to my room to get ready.
A shower first—hot water sluicing off the sweat and dust of the morning. Then, a critical look in the mirror.
Black hair, still damp, messy in a way that somehow worked. Sharp eyes, a face that had grown into its angles over the years. And yeah, okay, the muscles weren't nothing. Years of training with myself and Izuku and the orphanage chores had paid off.
I smirked at my reflection. "Looking good, bastard."
Now, the outfit.
Light blue oversized t-shirt—soft, comfortable, but not sloppy. White cargo pants with just enough pockets to be practical but not tactical. White sneakers, clean but broken in.
Simple. But it worked.
I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys, then paused at the door.
This is really happening, huh?
---
Mrs. Tanaka caught me at the front door. "Going out?"
"Yeah. Date."
The word felt weird in my mouth. But not bad weird.
Aiko gasped, popping up from behind the couch. "A DATE?! With GIRL?!"
"No, with a very handsome pigeon," I deadpanned.
She stuck her tongue out. "Liar! It's Nejire, isn't it?! The pretty blue-haired one!"
Damn kids and their creepy observation skills.
"Maybe."
Aiko squealed, bouncing. "You like her!"
I flicked her forehead. "Out of my way, gremlin."
Laughing, I stepped out into the sunlight, the kids' teasing shouts following me down the street.
The coffee shop was quiet, the usual afternoon lull in full swing. I snagged our usual booth—the one in the corner by the window—and ordered a black coffee to start.
She's gonna be late.
Nejire was always late.
But then—
The bell chimed.
And there she was.
My breath caught.
Nejire stood in the doorway, backlit by the sun, her blue hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She wore a white sundress with light blue accents—matching me, damn it—and sandals that showed off her painted toes. A thin silver bracelet glinted on her wrist, and her lips were curved in that familiar, mischievous smile.
But it was her eyes that got me. Bright, sparkling, locked onto mine like I was the only person in the room.
"Sasa-kun~!" She sing-songed, skipping over. "You actually came!"
I sipped my coffee to hide my grin. "Yeah, well. Someone promised to spam me forever if I didn't."
She plopped into the seat across from me, leaning forward. "Sooo… this is a date, right?"
"Guess so."
Her grin widened. "Good. Because I dressed up and everything."
Yeah. I noticed.
******
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