About a half day has passed since All Might's final fight. It's late in the afternoon. I'm sitting in the Todoroki household, enjoying tea with Fuyumi in the living area.

"How is Enji taking it?" I ask. "Now that he's the number one hero?"

Just then, we hear Enji yell in frustration down the hall in the training room, the sound of weights hitting the floor.

"Seems he won't accept it," Fuyumi says.

"That's so like him," I shake my head a bit.

"I'm just glad everyone is safe."

"Yeah…" I nod.

I then recall something that's been bothering me since the fight with the suited man.

'How does he know my name?' I think to myself. 'Granted, I am a pro hero, but...he seemed to know much more about me. And what did he mean by his successor approaching me? For what?'

"Hm? You alright, Akira?" Fuyumi notices my pensive gaze.

"Oh," I snap out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I give Fuyumi a reassuring smile and she returns it.

Later at night, I'm standing on my balcony, leaning on the ledge. My thumb scrolls the screen of my phone through news articles in regard to All Might. A title reads: Shocking! All Might's True Form with a picture of All Might in his weakened state as he holds his left arm out. I stare intently at the screen.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Keigo lands on my balcony.

"I should ask you the same thing," I keep my eyes on my phone. "We are the same age, afterall."

"A bedtime at the age of 22. Huh, isn't that funny."

"You mean we'll both be 22 in three months, in December."

"Close enough," he shrugs.

Keigo stands close to my right, peering down at my screen. He sees the news article I'm lingering on about All Might.

"Tragic," he says. "The attack on the U.A. students at the training camp didn't look good either. To be attacked during a training camp meant to prepare students to fight villains…I'm betting the school is embarrassed by the irony."

"We feared the revitalization of villains, but our understanding of it was naive," I say. "They had already started their war...their war to destroy hero society."

"Even if we had understood it, would we have been able to defend against it? With all these persistent developments unfolding one after another. Ever since All Might, most organized crime had been weeded out."

"So we all got too complacent during peaceful times without realizing it, thinking we had time to prepare."

"Since we're on the topic of trust…" Keigo has a more serious demeanor. "We can say conclusively now...there's a traitor amongst the U.A."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"Only the teachers and the Pussycats knew where the training camp would be held. That's not all that's suspicious. Using their cell phone location information, even the students can be suspects."

"That's not good."

My mind then recalls the interaction I had with the suited man in Kamino. His words replay in my head. He mentioned my name and about his successor. I want to talk to Keigo about it, but he's got enough on his plate to worry about. I lock the screen of my phone and let out a sigh.

"Hm?" Keigo raises a brow. "Why the long face?"

"I guess I'm just tired," I reply. "It's been a hectic few days."

"I don't blame ya."

"How are things on your end?"

"No complaints."

"You're so carefree and it makes me worry about you."

"Maybe you should be more carefree too."

"You might be right," I shrug. "Did you just come all the way here for a visit?"

"Well, I had to report to the Commission."

"Ah, of course. And how are they doing?"

"They're scrambling to prepare for the Provisional Hero License Exam in early September."

"Oh yeah, that's less than a couple of weeks away."

"They could use your help," Keigo pokes my arm.

"Nah. I've got other things to work on," I head into my apartment.

"Hey, do you mind if I crash here for the night?" Keigo follows and closes the glass door behind him. "I've been out for a long time. Just need some rest for the night."

"Of course. The couch is all yours," I open my bedroom door.

"Much appreciated!" Keigo lays on the couch, relieved at how comfortable he is.

"Help yourself to anything."

"I might help myself to a late night snack."

"Get some rest, Keigo," I lightly laugh.

"Good night, Akira," he closes his eyes.

"Good night," I turn off the living area light.

I enter my bedroom and close the door after me, climbing into bed.

'I miss the good ole days…' I think to myself. 'When we were kids...Things were simpler back then.'

After getting comfortable, I close my eyes and eventually fall asleep.

A couple of weeks have passed. I'm walking out of Endeavor Hero Agency after a long day at work. I'm rubbing my neck and then turn my gaze up at Enji about to enter his limousine.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asks.

"I'll be making a stop before heading home," I reply. "Thanks for the offer."

"Thank you for your hard work today. I was swamped with tasks that I couldn't complete on my own."

"No problem. It's what I'm here for," I give him a smile. "I heard from Fuyumi about Shoto's results from the Provisional Hero License Exam...Sorry he didn't make it."

"He's got another chance with a three month course. I'm expecting him to pass then."

"I'm sure he will. He's just gotta learn some more about himself."

Enji stares at me for a moment, wondering what I mean. I begin to walk down the sidewalk.

"Maybe you need to take some time to learn from him," I say without looking back as I keep walking.

Enji stares at me for a moment, a bit surprised at my words. He then enters his limousine and it drives off. After walking for a while, I eventually make my way to the bar. The bells on the door ring as I enter. It's been a while since I was last here. I sit on a stool at the bar counter.

"A vodka cocktail, please," I tell the bartender.

I keep my gaze down until the bartender serves me my drink.

"That's a strong drink for a lady," a man a few stools to my left says.

I turn and see a man who looks to be older than me. He's got blond hair, green eyes, and a fair complexion. He wears a grey dress shirt and brown dress pants with black leather shoes. I can tell he's got money by the expensive clothes he wears. He stands and moves to the stool next to me.

"Put her drink on my tab," he tells the bartender. "I'll have a glass of whiskey."

He sits and the bartender serves him his glass of whiskey.

"My name's Anzu," he introduces himself.

"Akira," I reply.

"I know who you are. You're Nova, the pro hero."

"Oh, I'm surprised you recognize me."

"I know your beautiful face from a mile away."

His words strike me as typical. Like almost any other man I've come across, they're only into me because of my looks.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Anzu asks.

"No, but I'm not available," I drink my cocktail.

"You're single, I'm single. What's the problem?"

"I'm just not interested in pursuing relationships. My dangerous life as a pro hero wouldn't make for a good partner."

"Who said I was looking for a relationship?"

I cringe inside at his comment. It's fine if men flirt with me, I don't mind it. But when they come across as douche bags with their minds set on one thing, I'm immediately bothered.

"Well, you're barking up the wrong tree, buddy," I turn away from him as I drink.

"I can only imagine the praise I'd get from my buddies if I manage to woo Nova," he smirks.

"Then keep imagining," I gulp the rest of my cocktail and stand.

I take some cash out and place it under my glass firmly.

"Hey, where are you going?" Anzu asks.

"Somewhere other than here," I make my way to the door.

The bells ring as the door opens and closes behind me. I head down the block, seeing that it's gotten darker.

"What a pretentious douche…" I say. "I can't even have a quiet night at the bar."

Just then, I hear the sliding of a footstep come from the alley to my left. I stop in my tracks, peering into the darkness. I keep staring into the dark until I see no one come out, then continue my walk home. Hiding in the shadows behind a dumpster stands the man with the hooded black jacket and black sunglasses.