Midoriya laid on his bed, multiple bandages wrapped around his head and his left calf. The lower limb damage was inflicted by the fish man that he fought just yesterday night. The damage on his head was due to a certain hero slugging him after he refused to respond to her questions. Pressing a pistol against her side probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but it was summed up to being an adrenaline induced reaction- which was partially true. He was really contemplating on pulling the trigger but reason prevented him from doing so.

"So, you care to explain just what you were doing?" A woman looked down at Midoriya.

"I can't possibly know what you're talking about, Commissioner Hayami." Midoriya responded, "I'm just an injured operative."

"He threatened a hero." Shirai kept her back straight as she spoke, "Then he got, as the hero put it, 'Bonked'."

"I know you hate heroes and all, but did you really have to put a gun against her?" Okiyama chuckled, "Despite being extremely smart, you're kind of… Dumb."

The captain didn't respond. He simply stared up at the ceiling of his abode. Usually people don't invade his privacy so he didn't feel the need to clean anything up.

"Operator Midoriya. You understand that heroes make up the foundation of today's world. Why would you even attempt something so stupid?" The commissioner crossed her arms and looked down at the wounded man, "In fact, I have the perfect penance for something that stupid."

Shirai and Okiyama slipped away from the two to explore the house. They've never been inside his home so it was an adventure within an adventure for them. Okiyama found it odd that there were no mirrors in the house- the ones that were originally there, like the restroom mirror, were covered up by a black tarp.

"There's uh… There's a lot of beer cans around." The black haired woman commented, picking through the many cans that lined the living room, "Like… A lot."

"Yeah. There's some in here too." Okiyama opened Midoriya's fridge and the crisp opening of a can filled the room, "It's really fresh too, well I'll be."

"Ren, it's 10:00." Shirai stared at the operative, concerned and confused.

"...Just one sip." The shaved man chugged the alcoholic liquid in a few seconds.

"First, that wasn't a sip. Second, you're technically working right now idiot." The female operative crossed her arms and stared disappointed at the man, "Just… Why?"

Okiyama simply shrugged and shot an innocent smile her way. Needless to say, Shirai was not impressed in the slightest. The level of disappointment probably could've been siphoned and made into a completely new being on its own. Maybe that was a quirk somewhere in the world. Continuing to snoop around, the two eventually found themselves in a dimly lit side room. Peeking around, they came to the conclusion this was Midoriya's little 'armory'. On a locked shelf was their captain's MP5K, Howa Type 89 assault rifle, and an L96 sniper rifle. In a separate and lower profile case was an array of pistols- H&K USP, SIG P226, and M92 Beretta.

"You know, he has… A lot of guns too." Okiyama took a step back from the display, "A bit too many."

"Yeah… Yeah. Let's just…" Shirai turned around and started to leave only for her eye to catch a locked closet, "What the hell?"

"What?" The male operative was just about out of the room at this point, turning to his partner.

"I… I'm not sure, but this… Closet is really messing with me." She responded, nervously staring at the piece of furniture, "I'm… Really curious…"

"It's… A dresser, Nozomi. It probably- get this, has clothes in it." Okiyama now shared a similar disappointment in his comrade, coming to the realization that they were now both equally disappointed in each other.

"Were we always this stupid?" The female operative found herself gazing down at the floor dejectedly.

"I sure hope not." The two shuffled out of the room with new found knowledge at their mental capacity- depressing new found knowledge.

Usagiyama pulled her right arm back and slammed her fist into the punching bag, then with her left. The amount of kinetic force impacting against the hanging sack of what is essentially grain was strong but the power from her fists did not compare to the sheer strength of her legs. After the two strike combo, she gathered her stability and pivoted herself into the optimal range for her next attack: a spinning hook kick. The rabbit woman's overall combat prowess was impressive, but the ruthless and immaculate kicks she could utilize due to absolute strength was an understatement. Afterall, you don't get to the top from being weak.

As her attack hit the punching back, the assault's generated force caused a delayed clank as the metal chains holding it up shattered under the stress. Taking a deep breath, she was trying to calm herself. The SAT operative really pissed her off the other night, which was a shame because she thought he looked pretty cute- she just isn't a people person so attempts at making friends never really turned out in her favor. Luckily for her, she dodged a bullet- both literally and figuratively.

After taking a moment and staring down at the bag, Usagiyama shrugged and exited the training room. Taking a few steps into her living room, she turned her head to the rising sun. She didn't really know or care where she lived, but upon reaching rank 5, the Hero Association decided that living in an apartment on the outskirts of the city wasn't very telling of how much money she makes. So they put her inside a penthouse towards the center of the city- and upon seeing that it has all the things she needs: A personal gym, a shower, and a bed, she was ready to move in.

Grabbing a towel and rubbing it against her neck to catch the sweat her body generated, she slowly turned to look out the living room window- the sun rising beyond the skies. After a moment of gazing at the celestial body's rise into the bright blues of earth, her ears picked up on three figures making their way towards her front door. Instantly, she remembered- the Hero Association and the SAT program seems to want to make amends due to prior interactions. Assuming that the time has come, she made her way to her front door and opened it- to her surprise and discontent were three figures, a tall lanky man in a suit, a shorter yet still above average height woman in a suit, and a very familiar green haired man- who was also in a suit. She had to admit to herself, looking at him with bandaging on his right cheek made her feel better.

"Mirko, Adam Cervantes, Pro Hero Association Agent." The tall lanky man leaned forward a bit, holding his hand out to the significantly shorter tanned woman, "We heard you having trouble with the SAT and wish to come to an understanding. This woman here is SAT Commissioner Morika Hayami."

"Pleased to meet you, Mirko." The commissioner bowed her head, "I profusely apologize for my operative's behavior."

"Uh…" The group stood for a moment as Usagiyama slowly shook the agent's hand, "You wanna come in..?"

The three shuffled into the penthouse and instantly Midoriya realized the vast difference of being a quirkless random to a hero. He clenched his teeth to suppress his emotions, afterall, he can't explode in front of his superior. The four of them sat at a table situated on the edge of the kitchen, the hero crossing her arms and glaring at the SAT captain who returned her agitated stare.

"You two seem to have gotten off on a bad start." Cervantes watched the two have their own mental combat with each other, "I understand that you both got into a physical altercation?"

"Yep." Usagiyama didn't avert her piercing glare, "I was just tryna have a nice and simple conversation."

"What?" Midoriya finally spoke, his face melding into one of pure disgust, "A nice and simple conversation? You berated my profession."

"It's not my fault you suck shit at your profession." The tanned woman uncrossed her arms and leaned forward on the table.

"Uh, right. Mirko, I ask you to stay calm for a while." The agent nervously laughed, "I don't want to bring this any further up the chain."

"Midoriya, stand down." The commissioner shot a glare at the operator, prompting him to avert his eyes and look away, "Apologies, Mirko."

"Rumi 'Mirko' Usagiyama… Top 5 hero of Japan. Impressive. Back in America we got a few top heroes too, but that's not important." Cervantes started to speak, "It's come to my understanding however, you aren't very cooperative with your fellow companions."

Usagiyama knew exactly where this was going, he was going to lecture her about something stupid like: "You need to work together! Friendship!" which she knew was just bogus. Working together or creating hero agencies are for the weak- they lean on each other too much. Unfortunately for the police and the SAT, that's all they are. Midoriya however thought of this as completely different- the color from his face drained.

"The Commissioner and I have decided on a course of action that the board has passed." The American spoke, taking out two folders and distributing them between the hero and the operative, "You'll be working together as a means of creating a stronger bond between local police and heroes."

"What?" Usagiyama slowly turned her head in shock, "You're fucking with me, aren't you? Me? Working with this guy?"

"Precisely, Mirko. In order to save both of you from the repercussions of… Aggravated assault, we had to work together to keep your skins intact." Hayami responded to her confusion, pushing a stunned Midoriya, "Think of it as… A joint punishment- but also a saving grace. Midoriya here has already agreed because of the alternate punishment I offered."

"What the- What did I do wrong!?" The confusion swiftly turned into anger as Usagiyama stood up from her chair, "I'm the one that got a gun pointed at me!"

"To be fair, you were holding me by my neck." Midoriya cut in- his confidence was wavering however, "L-Like a form of… S-Self… Defence…"

The hero stared at him for a moment. Maybe if he was like this a lot more, she would accept his existence as a person.

"Right." Cervantes took a deep breath, "Well, I don't want to stick around for the aftermath- so you two get acquainted… Don't kill each other." The agent stood up from the desk and stared out the penthouse window, "Inside those folders are information on your new partners. Study up."

"Midoriya, come here real quick." The commissioner beckoned over the green haired man, taking steps to a far corner of the house.

Slowly standing from the chair, the operative shuffled over to his commander, positioning himself accordingly.

"You better not fuck this up." The shorter woman spoke, her eyes like daggers in his chest as he visibly recoiled, "Do you understand me, Operative?"

"A-Affirmative." Midoriya replied, averting his gaze out of disappointment in himself.

"You're going to change your attitude when it comes to heroes. I don't care if you repress your anger or what you do, you will learn to work with them." She continued, the green haired man unable to meet her eyes, "I'm not going to pick up these pieces for you again. You got one try to make it happen- this may be your final year as an operative. Got it."

"Yes ma'am." The captain responded.

"You will listen to her every command. She tells you to apprehend a criminal? You do it. She tells you to rush at an adversary? Do it. It can be the most minimal thing- She tells you to wash her dishes? You wash her damn dishes." Hayami grabbed Midoriya's chin and glared into his eyes, "I cannot stress this enough. You will be her bitch for the next year because you fucked up big time."

The commissioner took a step back and a deep long breath. She walked beside Midoriya and passed him, heading to leave the building, Cervantes swiftly following suit. After multiple clasps off the door opening and closing, Midoriya and Usagiyama stood in the room, a violent aura emanating from the rabbit woman. The SAT captain slowly turned towards and watched as her face of anger melded into a cruel smile. He put together the reaction and tried to understand the sudden shift- upon meshing it all together he came up with one verdict: Rabbits have good hearing. She is a rabbit, therefore she has good hearing. Which means that she heard everything.

"Aw come on, don't look so scared." Usagiyama spoke, her grin only getting larger as she took menacing steps towards Midoriya, "You're gonna be my bitch, aren't you?"

"I still have pride."

"Yeah, you're right I guess I do too." Usagiyama responded, "You're gonna be my 'friend' for now. We'll see what happens."

Usagiyama thought of the current state of affairs as a means of capitalization. If she was forcibly made to use additional manpower, she will use it until it breaks. Turning around with the newly acquired manila folder, she wandered into a side office connected to the living room and opened the man's folder, sitting down at a desk situated towards another massive clear window. As she read each page accordingly, she learned where he trained for the SAT, where he lived, and more importantly, he had shady habits.

On the other hand, Midoriya sat back down at the dinner table and opened the folder given to him. Pages upon pages of information of Mirko were presented accordingly- all her accomplishments and so forth. The man thought to himself for a moment and started to cycle through the pages. They were all about her accomplishments, nothing that he could utilize to his advantage in order to slow the impending onslaught. After a while of reading through the information, which was horrifically boring for him because despite hating heroes, Midoriya still had a habit of keeping in track of what they do- meaning Mirko was no different. The rabbit woman had a variety of powerful martial arts at her disposal, which many believe is due to her quirk. That however, wasn't true. The combination of both skill and quirk work best when utilizing both a maximized potential. If Mirko didn't have her quirk, some of the things she was able to do wouldn't be possible of course, but being a master martial artist wouldn't change. Despite seeming like a brash woman, she was incredibly smart- something that Midoriya wasn't a fan of. Hearing the door to her side room open, Usagiyama walked out dressed in her hero costume as Midoriya turned to look at her.

"Get up. We're getting your things." The tanned woman stared at Midoriya, "Well?"

"Yeah, yeah." The green haired man stood up from the chair and tucked the folder under his arm.

The walk to Midoriya's home wasn't very eventful, he didn't want to speak to the rabbit woman and she didn't really want to speak to him either. It wouldn't be farfetched to say that they still hated each other with a clear and defined passion. Hatred doesn't stop the acts of other people however, multiple civilians occasionally scurrying towards Mirko and asking for autographs or pictures, slowing the process of getting to Midoriya's gear. Finally reaching their destination after a long grueling hour which could've been reduced to 45 minutes, the SAT captain opened his door and walked in, stopping at the doorway. Pivoting on his feet, he turned to face Usagiyama and gestured her inwards.

"If you may." A gentlemanly gesture, surely, but the amount of alcohol cans could be smelled from out the door.

"Yeah…" The hero scrunched her nose in reaction to the waft.

As the two entered, Midoriya immediately headed for his little armory, gathering his SAT gear and looking at her.

"You sure you want me to walk around in this?" The SAT captain was concerned, "You know I'd stand out like a sore thumb, right?"

"Would you rather have armor when we inevitably track a villain or would you rather not?" Mirko responded, crossing her arms and glared at him, "If you don't want to stick out, just get something low profile on. We don't have all day."

Midoriya sighed and looked around, he reached for a random jacket and some jeans laying about. As he took off his suit, he slowly turned towards Mirko who simply stood there looking at the array of firearms.

"What?" She caught his gaze and leaned against the door frame.

"A-Are you going to turn away…?" Midoriya nervously asked, "Please?"

Upon hearing this request, the hero smirked. Exactly what she thought: Midoriya had poor confidence when it came to women. She was still agitated from having to even work with him and as for day one hazing… This was as good as it gets. She gave him the most innocent smile that a muscular thighed woman could give. She was going to humiliate him for this.

"No."

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to steel his resolve, Midoriya took off his coat and dress shirt revealing his muscular body. Mirko's eyes widened upon seeing the amount of damage that was on his skin. Lacerations, blunt trauma, scars, burns, bullet wounds. It's not something you tend to see on average people. There was also a faded tattoo on his left pectoral. It was depicting… She wasn't sure. Wrapping his hands on his belt and slowly turning towards the hero, he stared for a moment. There was no response from her. Another deep breath and he fiddled with the belt buckle and pulled it out which in turn dropped his slacks. He turned towards her again.

"Go on now."

Mirko watched as Midoriya put on the blue jeans, she found it odd that a massive scar lined his lower left abdomen. At this point, she was more concerned than anything- the amount of battle damage was unreasonable. No one should ever have to push themselves this hard to do a job, not even the Japanese Self Defence Force has people covered head to tail in damage. She was slightly suspicious. After a few seconds, she watched as Midoriya strapped a kevlar vest over his chest and then inserted his arms into the jacket, zipping it up. He reached for his P226, only to be cut off.

"I don't think you'll be needing that." The rabbit woman called out.

"Mhm." Midoriya proceeded to holster it to his belt anyways.

After preparing himself, Midoriya spotted a nearly finished bottle of vodka in his peripherals. Leaning over and reaching for it, he was swiftly stopped by the hero.

"You definitely don't need this either. I think ya drank enough in a lifetime." Mirko was more intent on not allowing Midoriya to drink, and to her dismay, he pushed her aside and took the final swig.

"Alright, let's go." Midoriya exhaled, heading to leave his home.

At this point, the tanned woman was starting to feel a lot more sorry about her newfound comrade's existence. Wounded by a multitude of means, pretty much an alcoholic, and completely hopeless. It started to make her question what brought the operative so far down. Exiting his home and essentially heading to patrol, the two wandered the city for a few hours until they eventually heard a distant explosion. Mirko understood it as someone being attacked, Midoriya understood it as gunfire.

"Hey. Midoriya, is it?" The hero got into a position to leap into the air, "Your new name is Green. Get on."

"O-On your back?" The man tilted his head slightly, "Well, I don-"

"Ugh." Mirko stood up, kicked Midoriya's calf and brought him into a bridal hold.

"I-Is this necessary?" His face went red.

"Well clearly-" The rabbit hero crouched downwards and used her incredible leg strength to send both of them far into the air, "It fucking is!"

Gripping against her shoulder, Midoriya clenched his teeth as the air brushed by his face. Being this far up in the air and in such a unique position was not his favorite thing, but it sure beat chasing someone down on foot. After a mere minute, Mirko landed at the site and she spotted three heroes on scene. Midoriya swiftly got out of her arms and wiped himself down, taking a look at his surroundings.

An office complex, a brick made simply for utility purposes standing at at least six stories tall. Around it was an open parking lot with the spaces closest to the structure filled with vehicles. This meant that if there were workers here and gunfire was directed inside the structure, about 49 civilians would be inside, one being the gunman if each vehicle was a single person. That is assuming that it was a single gunman or if a gunman was even a target. However, firearms would be illegal- therefore the active discharge of the weapon meant that both the victim and the suspect are criminals.

His comrades in this case were: Mirko, Red Riot, and Fat Gum. Red Riot was new to the hero scene, so Midoriya didn't have much information from him but two high class professionals should make this easy work. Assuming that Fat Gum can eat a few bullets in that gullet of his, it'll be a clean sweep.

"-ey. Hey. Wake up, Green." Mirko waved her hand in front of Midoriya's eyes, "We're gonna go in now, and you're gonna stick close to me."

It seems the SAT captain forgot that he wasn't the commander in this situation. Taking a deep breath out of more repressed frustration, Midoriya took a final look at his surroundings just in case he missed something. As he scanned, something caught his attention as the heroes started to move in and police surrounded the structure. That box is completely gray and almost… Like putty.

"Get back!" Midoriya roared, reaching out and pulling Mirko towards him.

Almost instantly, the northern side of the structure exploded leaving an eternal hellscape in its wake. It wasn't a normal explosive- it was a quirk induced disaster. Midoriya was shellshocked- discombobulated and lost a few senses temporarily. As he attempted to gather himself, a massive portion of the building's wall was left open, in Midoriya's vision he could spot pieces and limbs of humans in the melted waste. As his hearing came back to him he heard screams and even more gunfire- debris lining the city streets. This wasn't just a normal criminal, this was terrorism at its best- and just what Midoriya was trained for.

"Alright! Let's do this!" Mirko grinned as she broke free from Midoriya's grasp and rushed towards the now unstable structure.

"God dammit-" Midoriya drew his pistol and followed suit.

A dangerous and brash decision. It's exactly what he expected from someone like Mirko- a glorified adrenaline junkie looking for glory. Rushing through the halls behind her, Midoriya made sure to check every position in his eyesight, struggling for a bit as the ground started to tremor. Barely dodging a steel spike that protruded from the floor, Midoriya's eyes widened as he started to frantically find the assailant.

"Green! Hurry the fuck up!" Mirko roared out ahead of him.

As Midoriya started to rush down the hall, a set of steel pipes let out a creaking sensation, bursting through the ground and creating a barrier. The SAT captain tried to pry the newly created bars apart but didn't have the optimal amount of strength, so he thought of the next best thing- down a different hallway. Turning left and kicking into a run, Midoriya found himself isolated from help- the only thing a quirkless man should never do. Taking heavy breaths as he started to scour the ground floor, he eventually found himself taking a right turn and spotting a figure- quickly dipping back into cover and peeking out. It seemed to be a man with a quirk- his forearm seemed to be a large spear. As Midoriya tried to gather more information from the man, he seemed to turn as if he or someone else tipped him off. Realizing his intent, Midoriya pulled himself back from the corner of the wall- a spear landing in front of him. For the second that the SAT captain spotted the man's weapon- he watched as it got pulled back to his arm, similar to a harpoon.

"Are you a hero? That's exactly what I, Whale Hunter, am looking for!" The criminal called out down the hall with methodical steps.

Midoriya stood there for a moment and mentally complained about villains and heroes doing monologues when their lives were at risk. Shaking his head, he gathered his environment and what materials he had to work with. He seemed to be at the corner of the structure, with a door across from him and past the hallway to his right where the criminal stood. Behind him was the long hallway he ran to get to his current position so it offered no tactical value. He didn't know what was down the hallway to his right other than the stairs on the far side being blocked by the villain. Turning left to check the wall, he spotted a fire extinguisher. Unlucky for Midoriya, it was right in the enemy's line of sight.

"Go time." Midoriya whispered to himself as he got an idea.

"Come on out, Hero! I'll make it quick!" Whale Hunter laughed maniacally.

The SAT captain acted, turning the corner and firing three rounds at the man who swiftly kicked left into a room or hallway. Midoriya took this chance to rush towards the fire extinguisher and smash the glass- grabbing the device and narrowly dodging the man's flesh harpoon as he dove into the room across from his original position.

"Stop running!" The villain drew his harpoon back and proceeded to manifest two with both of his arms, "I'm going to turn you into candles!"

"...What?" Midoriya was now genuinely confused at this point but shook his head.

To him, this had to be some sort of psychological warfare. Slowly, he let the fire extinguisher roll out of the room into the hallway. There was no harpoon thrown which means he was dead set on where Midoriya was- perhaps he had some sort of… Informational effect with his "Harpoon" quirk. As the figure approached, Midoriya popped out of the doorway and fired another five rounds before kicking the fire extinguisher forward. The criminal seemed to block at least two of the bullets with his harpoons and the others simply missed him. Midoriya started to get a hang of what was currently happening: The man had enhanced senses due to being able to manipulate cells in his body in some sort of way- which would explain the ability to create weapons with his arms by replacing the limb opposed to forming a new object. These enhanced senses however prevent him from paying attention to too many things.

The criminal took a massive lunge forward and threw his harpoon, forcing Midoriya to duck- but in retaliation, he fired at the fire extinguisher which was now at the criminal's feet. Midoriya knew that inside a fire extinguisher was an incredible amount of compression, but penetrating its surface won't make an explosion: it'll make a smoke bomb.

"Wha-!" Whale Hunter took a step back as the fire extinguisher started to expel baking soda into the air and propelled itself backwards- which unluckily was the direction he was walking.

Falling onto his back with a thud, Midoriya reacted by drawing a pocket knife and ripping the hood part of his jacket off and wrapping it around his mouth and nose- rushing into the dense smoke. At this point, Whale Hunter was on the floor swinging randomly in order to strike something- anything. Midoriya knew this was a common reaction to those inside smoke so he was extra wary at the rapid swings. Eventually, he reached the man and kicked him- now he didn't know where but the swinging stopped so the SAT captain just assumed he got nailed in the nuts. The SAT captain leaned forward and slammed his right knee into the man's stomach, pointing his P226 at his head.

"Sorry, Whale Hunter." His pistol echoed as he set a kinetic round through the man's head, "I don't deal with terrorists."

"Six out of fifteen. Magazine two, load." Midoriya whispered to himself as he proceeded to exchange his pistol's magazine, "What a shame."

Sitting up from the corpse, the operative looked towards the stairwell. Oddly, he was wondering how Mirko was doing currently but knowing her combat ability, she was probably tearing through the floors. Thinking reasonably, he decided to compile a bit more of the information he gathered in his head: This group was organized, someone in the build can manipulate our movements using pipes, and there must still be civilians inside the structure. If their leader was anywhere, he would be in the most defensible position- or the last position with the most activity. This brought up two possibilities; one, the terrorists struck their target and are now trying to slow down the work of heroes; two, the terrorists want something and are willing to stick around for that something. After making a decision, Midoriya decided to head to the origin of the primary blast- or at least find it within the destruction.