Irritating Situation

Tsukauchi stretched his body, trying his best to dispel the drowsiness that encroached him. He was thinking about making himself a cup of coffee but decided not to do so. He doubted his stomach could tolerate any more caffeine.

Suffice to say, the situation had gone from bad to worse. There were now eight similar cases happening. Considering the time period between each of them, it was likely that there would be several more when the month finally ended.

Just as expected, there were still too few people that care about these cases. Though this time Tsukauchi had to admit that the reason for that was quite valid; the crime rate was slowly but steadily increasing, which meant the police force and the heroes had to work much harder compared to before All Might's retirement.

Thus, cases, where people with less-than-savory life were the victims, were considered a lower priority. In fact, the only reason he could even work on the cases was that he was pulling an all-nighter. Thought considering how exhausted his body was these last few days, it seemed that he would finally reach his limit.

So far, all cases ended up in a dead end. It was obvious that a quirk was involved in the deaths of those drug dealers. Something that was interesting was that some of the victims were killed by cause related to their quirks; fire breather burned to death, plasma creator killed by plasma, laser user got shot in the head by laser, and so on. Thus, it was hypothesized that the killer had some kind of copying or reflector quirk.

That kind of quirk has been known to be quite rare. So, there might be some important clue that can be gained by looking at the database. Unfortunately, the database was currently working harder thanks to the increase in the crime rate. Tsukauchi remembered that one time when requests flooded the server so much that it actually went down.

In any case, he could only hope that there would be an improvement regarding the situation. Even if the victims were drug dealers, that didn't justify whoever the killer was from taking their lives.

At Takoba National Stadium, Aizawa watched as his students tried to survive against the students of other schools. It was technically a one-sided affair as they could not even throw a ball back. Despite that though, none of them got disqualified. So, all in all, the situation was still within their grasp.

"I think I can see why you're fond of your students this year, Eraser! They certainly lived up to the reputation of U.A!" The hero beside him, Ms. Joke, said before she laughed.

"Oh, you have no idea." Aizawa thought as he tried to not roll his eyes. There were times when he hoped his students could be more…docile as they tend to cause quite a headache and paperwork. He then discarded that thought as he remembered something. "Joke, have you deal with an interesting case lately?"

"What's that? Eraser Head being worried about other heroes?" Ms. Joke stated before she laughed. "Oh gods, what the world has come to?"

"Just answer the question." Aizawa tried not to grumble.

"Well, there are a lot of interesting cases. So, you have to be more specific. For example, there's…"

"The one where the victims are dead and they were criminals."

The smile on her face slowly withered as the hero showed the more serious side of her. Ms. Joke had an obnoxious sense of humor and could find something mundane funny. However, the death of someone was something she didn't laugh at.

Unless that someone really deserved it. He remembered one of the villains that they chased a year ago or two. Suffice to say, no one shed a tear over the villain's ill fate and to be honest, even he found his fate somewhat funny in a black humor sense.

"Well, there are several." Ms. Joke stated before she let out a sigh. "Some of them seems to be a deal gone bad. As in, really bad. There are somewhere the criminals tried to escape and met nothing but death at the end. But there's one that stands out if you ask me."

"Oh?"

"All dead, period. Nobody was even on the verge of the dead when we arrived. Whoever did this make sure that there's no eye witness."

"Let me guess; no wallet and anything slightly illegal remains untouched."

"How do you know…there are others, right?"

Aizawa merely nodded his head. It seemed that the cases were more widespread than what he thought earlier. Looks like he needed to take a closer look at the cases. He then decided to pry more about Joke's case.

"Is there anything that can give a clue about the culprit?" He asked.

"Not really. The only possible lead is two causes of the deaths but we come up empty." She replied as she put her hand on her chin.

"Two causes? They stand out among others?"

"Yep. Compared to those causes, the rest are normal. Gunshot, stabbed, broken neck, things like that. The two that stand out are death by electricity and an iron chopstick."

The homeroom teacher of Class 1-A of U.A. raised his eyebrow. With electricity, it was easy to guess that the culprit has an electric-based quirk and none of the victims had one. The chopstick on the other hand…

"Chopstick?"

"It's as if someone got inspired from a nail gun, decided to create the one that fired chopstick, and then used it on the victims." Joke explained before cringing. "A very powerful gun, I might add. One actually embedded into a concrete wall. Likely after penetrating a poor guy's head since his body was near, there's blood on the chopstick, and a hole in his head."

Aizawa couldn't help but wonder why would someone decided a gun for the sole purpose of using a chopstick as ammunition. Then again, it could simply someone with a quirk that can make things go as fast as a bullet.

"So, what did those victims do?" Aizawa asked again.

"Holding someone hostage for ransom." Ms. Joke answered. "The hostage was unable to identify the culprit because her eyes were covered by duct tape. Same thing with voice since there was a lot of chaos during the attack."

He merely nodded his head. Looks like it was a dead end, not unlike other cases. The motive was still unclear but the evidence so far indicated it to be financial. The underground hero could only hope that it wasn't for something too bad.

For now, he would just watch as his students try to pass the test to gain their provisional hero license.

"Ita… Hey, you shouldn't do that! You should say 'Itadakimasu' first! Misaka says as Misaka chastises Misaka Worst!" She did that alongside waving her arms.

"Like Misaka cares about that!" Replied Worst who simply continued eating.

"Accelerator, please help Misaka convince Misaka Worst to be more polite on the table, Misaka requests as Misaka shows her best puppy eyes."

"Just shut up and eat your meal, damn brat." Accelerator replied as he took a spoonful of his rice.

The family, if you can call the one who wields the power of god, an administrator of a network, and the one who tried to kill both a "family," was currently having a dinner in a family restaurant. Accelerator had a risotto while both clones had a Hamburg steak.

As both of them ate, Number One sometimes looked around, making sure that no threat flew under his radar. While he did that, he saw that the waitress that took their order sometimes glanced at them, causing him to scowl. Really, compared to how Last Order and Misaka Worst referred themselves in third person, the waitress was a lot stranger considering that she had four arms.

Then again, that kind of mutation would be considered more mundane than how the clones spoke. It was basically almost like Academy City, except being less technologically advanced, the "espers" also involved people with mutations on their bodies, some security contractors decide to go around in costumes as if it was comic-con, no sign of the dark side where inhumane experiment, mercenary teams, and things like that could be found (yet).

The sooner they get back home the better.

"What is it, tou-san?" Accelerator looked at the eyes of Worst. Oh, he knew that look quite well. "Finding an interest in someone with extra arms?"

"Fuck off." He replied as he drank his coffee. "You didn't cause any problem during the job?"

"Do you even remember to who you're talking with?" Worst made a smug face. "Misaka maybe amateur regarding dark things compared to you but Misaka knows how things work."

"Misaka is not sure that we should have this conversation here, Misaka suggests as Misaka cuts her steak into several pieces."

"Well, well, well, it seems that the great Accelerator has gone rusty." Worst stated before she laughed.

He merely clicked his tongue. Sometimes, he wondered why he decided to tolerate the existence of these two. One was an annoying brat who seemed to be full of energy to do a lot of headache-inducing things. The other was an annoying woman that got a kick each time she made him frustrated.

…because he cared about them. That's why. Plus, having a meal with them can be an activity worthy of wasting time. Now, if only…

"All hands up! This is a robbery!"

Oh, for fuck's sake. No, he was not going to waste even a second for stupid activity!

Accelerator put down his spoon, grabbed his crutch, and went to have a "talk" with those disturbers.

Inside their dorm building, the students of Class 1-A were currently working together in the main room to deal with their homework. The one given today was more difficult compared to earlier works. Thus, it has been decided that they would study together.

Except for Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou.

Since the two of them were punished for having a fight, they were put under house arrest and was forbidden from knowing about the lessons that occurred during those days. As such, while they were allowed to listen to them studying, it was only from a distance and they were not allowed to be involved at all.

Which was why the two of them were currently looking at their phones as their friends were studying and already finished cleaning the dorm.

Izuku was looking through the news when a notification appeared on the screen. When he pressed it, he was soon taken to a page about an event that happened in a family restaurant yesterday.

Apparently, some people were trying to rob the restaurant. Reading that caused his mood to went down a little, knowing that it was another crime that happened because the criminals become braver thanks to All Might's retirement.

As he read further, Izuku couldn't help but raised an eyebrow. The robbery was stopped not by a hero but by a customer who decided, as quoted by a waitress, "not going to deal with this shit." As it had happened yesterday, there was not much information available. Though one thing that available and stood out was how the people in the restaurant described that the customer didn't even raise a hand to stop them. The robbers simply tried to beat him to submission and were the ones that got hurt instead.

Izuku started to wonder about the customer's quirk. He didn't do anything to those robbers physically, so it must be mind related. Telekinesis perhaps? Maybe a sensory overload? What if it was related to mind?

Now that he thought about it, there were a lot of quirks that can be used in combat non-physically. It seemed that he better waited for further information. Still, the green-haired boy couldn't help but wonder why someone would decide to take matters into their own hands.

Well, actually, he could. Izuku was kind of guilty about that. But that was because he was being himself. Most people prefer leaving things to the police and heroes.

Considering what he had just read, maybe the customer was in a really bad mood. Speaking of which, Izuku realized that there was no mention of the guy at the very least being questioned by the authority. Most likely, he went off before they arrived. That would complicate thing.

After reading the entire article, Izuku closed it and searched around, trying to find another one.

"So, that went quite well, huh, tou-san?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The three of them decided to go to their apartment immediately after dealing with the robbers and paying for their meals. Because taking care of criminals was the job of the police and those contractors, they were visited by the police at night after the event.

While they managed not to tip them off about the "jobs" that they've taken, it was clear that the police would keep a close eye on them. It was not due to Accelerator being violent with the robbers or because he didn't wait for the police at the crime scene. It was because of his behavior and one of the policemen noticed Last Order's sandals.

Basically, they felt rather uncomfortable leaving a child alongside an individual that can be described as…very impolite.

"So, what should we do? Misaka asks as Misaka starts to formulate a plan." Last Order asked from the couch.

"Keep things low." Accelerator replied as he sat on the coach. "Also, count yourself lucky, brat. We will be going outside quite often. Hopefully, your cheerfulness will make them go away."

"Yay! That's a good plan, especially since it will be fun. Misaka says as Misaka becomes very excited."

"Man, you really have gone rusty. Misaka doesn't remember that you have to do this kind of things back home." Worst stated as she snickered.

"This is not the City. So, the people here don't know that leaving me alone is a wise decision." Accelerator said as he picked up a can of coffee. "Even then, there are fuckers who still think otherwise."

He had to admit that it was a problem that he needed to figure out. The usage of power in here was more restricted compared back home. Plus, only the police and security contractors that can deal with criminals legally. It was unlike back home as well since he, the Number Three, that hero, and basically others have an almost free reign when dealing with them.

Then again, it was likely because Aleister Crowley didn't see their actions as detrimental to his plan or even supporting it.

In the end, it was all water under the bridge. All that they could do now was performing damage control. That was what Accelerator thought as he drank his coffee.

And this chapter is now done.

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