A/N: This is a plot-bunny that hopped into my head and would only leave via the page. I have no actual plan for the plot, and there's a good chance that it'll never be finished, though I'd be open to a co-writer that knows the canon well enough to plan out an actual plot. My knowledge of MHA is mostly limited to having read the manga up to just past the Battle of Kamino Ward and reading a substantial amount of MHA fanfics.

"Nighteye Agency tip line, Centipeder speaking, how can we help you?"

"I have information that I believe to be relevant to one of Sir Nighteye's ongoing cases, and would like to speak with him at the earliest opportunity."

"May I ask which case?"

"I'm afraid the matter is highly confidential, and I have no way of knowing if you've been read in." I hate lying, but as nice as Centipeder sounds I'm pretty sure he'd hang up on me if I told him the truth. "If you tell him it's regarding 'the Dumaa matter' he might know what I mean." Here's hoping Nighteye catches the reference. "I'd also recommend that he bring in Detective Tsukauchi if possible, as some of what I have to tell him will be difficult to believe and it might help to have someone on hand to confirm my honesty."

"I'll ask him..." I can practically hear the skeptical frown on Centipeder's face. "How can I contact you if he can meet with you?"

If. Probably the best I could have hoped for, to be honest. I give Centipeder my phone number and hang up after an awkward goodbye.

My head is still pounding, but I'm used to migraines so I guess I can power through no matter how much I'd really rather just climb into bed and sleep until I no longer feel like there's a Nac Mac Feegle trapped inside my skull. There's just way too much that I need to do right now. The inevitable gibbering emotional meltdown is just going to have to wait its f**king turn with everything else.

First step was to get the ball rolling on delivering an infodump to Team Good ASAP. Nighteye is a busy Hero, and if he does call in Tsukauchi they'll need to work around two packed schedules, so that'll probably take some time. Granted, if Nighteye catches the Three Musketeers reference there's a non-trivial chance that they'll make time in their schedules to find out how some rando knows one of the biggest secrets in Japan and if they need to plug a leak, so there's no telling how long (or short) it'll be before I get a call back. Best get cracking on the other stuff.

The tiny, cheap table and chair (and the floor nearby) get a thorough cleaning with the strongest products on hand. At least the weather's decent enough to keep the windows wide open, though I doubt my neighbors will appreciate the mysterious smells. More cleaners and deodorizers go on my mental shopping list.

A couple damp washcloths and several hand towels help clean off the rank sweat and assorted other filth before I slip into some fresh clothes. A shower would be wonderful, but this apartment isn't nearly ritzy enough to have its own shower or bath, and I am in no way ready to go to a public bathhouse (even if I didn't look like reheated leftover week-old crap). I still probably smell like cheap sake, but nothing will fix that but time (and I really hope it's cleared up by the time I talk to someone face-to-face; I'll have enough credibility issues as it is without also seeming drunk).

With the cloths, towels, and my previous outfit now in a plastic bag waiting for laundry day to discover if any of them are salvageable, I can finally start to take stock of my new 'situation': Still male (at least I'm not adding gender dysphoria to my long list of problems), still middle-aged, still out-of-shape (though the lack of a bad knee is a step up), more bald (dammit), still nothing much to look at for good or ill (I guess it'll be helpful?).

So... I guess I'm now 'Nihei Kyousuke'. As seems to be typical, the name is... suspiciously apt; seriously, did somebody back at the Dawn of Quirks have a Quirk that somehow gave everybody low-key precognition when naming their kids, or are Quirks somehow influenced by naming? Okay, maybe the funny chemistry isn't quite as gone as I thought if I'm slipping off into tangents this easily, or maybe it's just the headache.

Anyway, the name - 'Nihei' written as 'two vessels' and 'Kyousuke' using a kanji for 'the other way' or 'another place' (plus the usual 'helper') - is a bit too on-the-nose for comfort, but it's what I've got.

Oh joy, I'm hungry - here's hoping there's something I'd consider edible on hand. I love a lot of Japanese dishes, but I'm not the biggest fan of mushrooms or shellfish. Luckily, apples! I grab one-

WHY?!

I had enough of a headache already, now I've just had more memories crammed into my head sideways! Everything that's happened to the apple I'm holding in the past week or so, everybody that's handled it, the tree it was picked from, the works. Heh, the grocer quietly overcharged Nihei for being such a prick. Different world, and yet the asshole tax persists.

So that begs the question of how I know all this. Nihei's Quirk was 'Visions of Other Worlds', not psychometry. But if I've suddenly got psychometric abilities, then how was I not getting readings on all the other stuff I've touched since I woke up? I've already touched wood and natural fibers, so it's not that it's plant matter. The cells of the apple are still alive, so it could be living/nonliving - I'd have to touch somebody else to test that. Could also be time-related - everything else I've touched has been well over a week old. Whatever it is, I'll need to wear gloves just in case and hope it's restricted to my hands. I probably don't have time to experiment with my Quirk at the moment.

Scratch that, I definitely don't have time: Nighteye's calling - I guess he's a literature buff.

The door latches behind me with a heavy, final-sounding click. Tsukauchi steps around to sit next to Nighteye's desk, leaving me to take the hot seat directly across from the precognitive Hero. I doubt it's an accident that they're far enough apart that attacking either of them would leave the other positioned to blindside me.

"I should probably begin by stating that I am not a Villain, nor am I aligned with or supportive of any Villain or criminal group." I take the seat and let my gloved hands rest open on the desktop, in clear view of both men. Nighteye glances over at Tsukauchi, who nods. "I figured you might suspect me of being connected to All for One, so I wanted to make clear right away that no such connection exists, at least that I'm aware of."

The tension in the room eases. Marginally.

"That you're aware of?" Nighteye probes.

"Can you guarantee that he doesn't have any memory-alteration Quirks in his arsenal? It might actually make more sense that what I perceive as having happened."

"You speak of All for One in the present tense." Tsukauchi proves that his success as a detective comes from far more than just his Quirk.

"If the information in my memories is accurate, then All for One is alive. Maimed to a degree that even his stolen healing Quirks couldn't fully fix him, but still active in the shadows."

That tension that just eased? Yeah, it's back with a vengeance.

"Curious phrasing," Nighteye observes, "and you still haven't explained how you learned about All for One."

"That, and confirming my earlier statements about not being a villain, are the main reasons I was hoping you'd bring Detective Tsukauchi in for this conversation. I also have something else I'd like to bring to police attention, but it's mostly separate from the rest of this." I close my eyes and take a moment to center myself, gather my thoughts, and push down the roiling mass of panicangergrief that's been trying to claw its way out of my chest since I realized what had happened. Just because I've been trying to piece together and rehearse this little spiel for the past couple hours doesn't mean it's going to be anywhere easy.

Deep breath. "This is going to be a lot, and I've probably organized it horribly, but please hold off on questions until I wind down." I nod towards Tsukauchi. "Obviously you should note anything where I'm not being honest, up to you whether you call me out on it or just note it down for- to bring it up later, I mean."

"My name is- no, the name I'm using is Nihei Kyousuke. You've probably already researched me, him, whatever, so you know that he was a math teacher at Aldera Middle School in Musutafu, and that his Quirk is listed as 'Visions of Other Worlds'. What that Quirk actually did was randomly show him glimpses of other worlds, other timelines, other realities, whatever you want to call it. Some of them were really similar to this one, others were more different, nothing really consistent about any of it."

"Anyway, he tried for pretty much his entire adult life to get published - he used the visions from his Quirk as inspiration for fiction stories - but no matter how good his inspiration was or how compelling the premise, he just wasn't very talented as an author. It made him frustrated and bitter, and I'll want to talk to Detective Tsukauchi after this about how that bitterness came out in Nihei's life, but eventually... That bitterness, among other things, made Nihei a complete jerk, not helped by having a bit of an overinflated ego, so he didn't have any real friends. His parents are dead, and he had no siblings or other close family. With a personality like rancid milk, no great wealth or status, and looks like these," I gesture at my face, "his romantic prospects were never all that great either."

"So, he was lonely, a chronic failure at his one real aspiration in life, working a job he hated - he taught because it was respectable, not because he enjoyed it - and spinning his wheels going nowhere when his mid-life crisis hit him like a Delaware Smash. He looked at his life, saw it pretty much being more of the same for the rest of his career, and decided he'd had enough of it all."

"About... eight hours ago now, I think? He sat down with some pills he'd bought from a drug dealer - yes, Detective, I'll tell you about them - and a bottle of cheap sake and tried to deliberately overdose." I slowly reach into my pocket, pull out a crumpled paper bag, and set it on the desk. "The rest of the pills are in here, still in the baggie they came in, just in case you want to have them tested. I don't know what they are - Nihei just asked for 'something serious' - but given what happened, I have to wonder if they're laced with Trigger or something similar."

"I'm not sure what happened next. Nihei must have gotten completely black-out drunk, because his memories get fuzzy and then stop altogether, though I think his Quirk activated at some point. My memories have me going about a normal day, surfing the Internet, then suddenly waking up in somebody else's body covered in vomit and... other stuff... in a particularly uncomfortable slump on their kitchen floor, with their memories as well as mine and a screaming headache."

"And an identity crisis, it sounds like," Tsukauchi comments, prompting an irritated look from Nighteye.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm still trying to figure it all out, trying to process it all. Thing is, the new set of memories matches with my feelings and personality - I think Nihei was a complete jackass, but not somebody that deserved to die and get meat-jacked by... whatever I am. My best guess - and it's only a guess, mind - is that Nihei's Quirk activated, but instead of just a snippet or a vision it was my entire life up to the moment before I woke up in his body. It wouldn't explain how my personality overwrote his, though the suicide attempt might have something to do with it, nor how I seem to have a different Quirk now."

Both men stiffen at that. "A different Quirk?" Nighteye asks warily.

"Some sort of psychometry, I think." I tell him about the apple. "That's why I'm wearing gloves: I've already got decades of extra memories to fit into my head, no need to go adding more on top of that. Obviously, the change in Quirks also leads to the unavoidable suspicion that I'm either- well, that either All for One did something to Nihei or that I'm actually someone else that's been altered to fit into Nihei's life. I wouldn't even know where to begin to try and figure out which is true, so I'm defaulting to the assumption that my memories are real unless proven otherwise."

Nighteye nods. Tsukauchi looks disturbed - his Quirk probably detects lies, not falsehoods, so as long as I think what I'm saying is true he won't ping anything. Even with as wild and varied as Quirks are, this is probably not a common situation for him outside of people with severe mental illnesses... which probably includes me, all things considered.

"That seems to bring us up to the present, but you have yet to say how you became aware of All for One," Nighteye prompts.

"As far as I remember, I was an American born in the late 20th century, before the Dawn of Quirks, except that I don't think Quirks were ever going to develop in that world, because there was a manga about this world. It was called 'My Hero Academia', and it started... probably some time very soon, but the events from the first chapter haven't quite happened yet. Anyway, it followed All Might's successor," both men's eyes widen, "who happens to be one of my students - sorry, Tōgata-san won't be chosen - as he goes to UA and ends up clashing with All for One's minions. You might want to take notes, by the way - there's a lot to go over."

It takes quite a while for me to recount everything I can remember from MHA - the parts of it I read, at least - and the bits and pieces I learned from other sources. I'm really wishing somebody had warned me that there'd be a test on the material, with life-and-death consequences for a lot of people.

The reactions I get are fairly predictable. Both men are shocked to hear about the grandson of All Might's predecessor being groomed by AfO and nowhere near as surprised by the truth of Lady Nagant's attack on the HPSC. Credit where credit's due, Nighteye doesn't even flinch when I tell him about his death dealing with the Shie Hassaiki. I just hope he's not being as fatalistic about my information as he is about his Quirk, and that he and the other Heroes will rescue Eri sooner than they would have otherwise. I wish there was more I could do to help the poor kid than giving them information that might or might not even be accurate or useful.

After a couple hours of infodumping interspersed with Q&A and a break to grab some water (or coffee, in Tsukauchi's case), my recounting finally winds down. I've even told them about the fanfics I'd read, and the possibility that this might not be the version of the timeline depicted in the MHA manga. "That's everything I can think of, though it goes without saying that if I remember anything else I'll let you know soonest. Best way I can think of to start testing the info I've given you might be to look into the earliest events, see if they still happen, though given the fact that I'm one of Midoriya's teachers and there is no way I could play the part of the Quirkist bastard whose body I'm wearing, it's not impossible that I might change things enough to derail some of that stuff."

Nighteye adjusts his glasses with a thoughtful look on his face. "That does present a slight issue, though not an insurmountable one. There are a number of avenues open to investigate the matter."

"You'd know better than I would," I admit. "Now, the other important thing is just a police matter, much as I'd love to see Heroes come down on Aldera's staff like the wrath of an angry god, but it's occurred to me that I might need your help with something, or at least help from people you can bring in... I've got what seems to be a new Quirk inconsistent with my registration and no idea how to use it. Or control it, other than wearing gloves all the time. Worse, this new Quirk is the kind of thing that a lot of people would possibly want to either have at their command or eliminate entirely, so updating my Quirk registry would be risky at best. At worst, All for One or his pet mad scientist would notice the change and come calling."

Tsukauchi groans. "Of course. If you can tell what's happened to an object recently, that would open up so many new prospects in an investigation. Criminals and Villains wouldn't want a Quirk like that accessible to police and Heroes. At the same time, if your Quirk isn't properly registered and licensed for use, nothing you found would actually be usable in court, directly or indirectly. What a mess."

"That about sums it up," I nod. "My best plan was to hand the whole thing off to people that actually know what they're doing and let them figure it out." I mime holding out a package, an apologetic (I hope) grin on my face. "So... here?"

Nighteye glares at me, though one corner of his mouth is twitching upwards. "Thank you for that," he says sarcastically. "You do realize that I'm going to have to contact Nedzu about this? He's the only trustworthy person with the resources we'll need to sort this all out."

Shrug. "Honestly, I'd feel a lot more comfortable if someone with his intellect was checking my plans. Also, can you really say you wouldn't like to see what he comes up with to deal with my current colleagues?"

That draws an outright snort from Nighteye, and even Tsukauchi has a vindictive gleam in his eye as he very obviously hides a grin behind his coffee cup. "It does have some appeal, yes."

I grin back for a moment before sobering. "Whatever you decide to do with me, you'll have to manage outside attention. If my knowledge of future events - or at least what would have happened without me showing up - is accurate, then me falling into All for One's hands is a worst-case scenario; I'm sure I'd try to keep him from learning anything from me, but I'm equally sure that I'd fail pretty quickly. That means we need to keep his eyes, or more like whatever he's using in place of them, off of me."

Nighteye sighs and pulls out his phone and dials before setting it on the desk on speakerphone. "No point putting this off."

All three of us can hear the phone ring exactly once before a cheerful voice answers, "Mirai-san, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Also, may I ask who else is there with you?" Huh, I guess animal hearing plus High Spec means he can tell he's on speaker. Handy.

"An individual with a rather interesting story and potentially-even-more-interesting information. For both questions."

"I'm here as well," Tsukauchi comments, shooting Nighteye a mildly exasperated look.

"Ah, good afternoon Detective! And might I be introduced to your mysterious guest?"

"Nihei Kyousuke, Nedzu-sensei. I am, at least at present, a teacher at Aldera Middle School."

I can just make out the chatter of typing that would be impressively fast even with human hands.

"One of your 'visions' has provided this information, I take it?" I feel like I should probably be worried by how quickly and easily he accessed and absorbed my information. At least he's on my side... I hope.

"That's one way of putting it," I hedge. "It's a long story, one I've just finished explaining to these gentlemen."

Between the three of us, we sum up the most salient points regarding my current situation and that at Aldera.

"Oh my, that is quite a difficult spot you've found yourself in, isn't it?" The rat(?) isn't even trying to sound sympathetic. "Do keep me in the loop regarding Aldera, Detective; I may have a few... suggestions. As for you, Nihei-san, you might be interested to know that a position has just opened up in UA's administrative staff - nothing prestigious, mostly clerical work, but just the thing for someone wishing to rededicate themself to education and atone for past mistakes. It would also, purely coincidentally, require you to live in the on-campus staff housing and do most of your work directly under my supervision. We can add a hidden 'actual' explanation for your presence that is, conveniently enough, mostly true: An attempted overdose with Trigger-laced narcotics caused Nihei Kyousuke's personality to be overwritten by that of a person from one of his Quirk's visions, but has left 'Visions of Other Worlds' apparently nonfunctional since. He sought out help from a Hero, leading him to my employ as he tries to build a new life."

Nighteye nods, thoughtfully. "That would both protect Nihei-san while maximizing your access to both his current knowledge and his Quirk."

"Plus," I point out encouragingly, "if I do turn out to be a plant or a sleeper agent of some sort, I'll be under constant watch by a number of highly capable Pro Heroes and the smartest sophont in Japan, so I can be easily caught out and neutralized."

"Exactly!" Nedzu chirps approvingly while Nighteye gives me a glare that I'm pretty sure translates roughly as 'Yes, but I was trying to be polite about it.' "I look forward to working with you, Nihei-san!"

"I am looking forward to it as well," I reply somewhat formally, before dropping the formality. "Also, perhaps I could spend the rest of this weekend gathering and organizing my impressions of my soon-to-be-former colleagues? You know, their personalities, hobbies, likes, dislikes, known vices and points of vulnerability, that sort of thing. So you can better personalize what's about to happen to them and more easily dictate their actions."

"Don't you mean 'predict', or maybe 'manipulate'?" Tsukauchi asks.

"This is Nedzu we're talking about," I respond dryly, "compared to a bunch of bullies and petty bigots. It's hard to play chess against an opponent that's too busy trying to shove the pawns up their nose."

Note to self: Ask Nedzu later if he offers lessons in maniacal cackling, because damn.

The phone call wraps up pretty quickly after that, mostly making arrangements for Nighteye to fill Nedzu in on the full story and for me to follow up with my 'homework' for Nedzu. Tsukauchi begs off, since there's not really anything else for him to do here and he's got everything he needs to start the ball rolling on Aldera, not to mention a crushing workload back at his precinct.

As I stand to leave, Nighteye's concerned gaze locks onto my hands, which I realize have started to shake. "Ah," I say flatly, "you wouldn't happen to have a soundproof room I could borrow for a while? It seems that my- I mean, I've been running on a combination of adrenaline, desperation, and general this-needs-to-get-done-right-freaking-now, and now that the most critical stuff is out of the way, the reality of my situation is about to assert itself aggressively."

He nods, and gestures for me to follow him. "Your other life... it wasn't solitary the way Nihei's, was it?" His voice is softer, gentler than you'd think he was capable of with his hardass Hero persona.

"No," I answer tightly, "it very much was not. I can only hope that I'm just a copy of the original, that he's still there with all of them."

Nighteye nods sympathetically. No further words are said before we reach a room with a sturdy-looking door. "Hero work is stressful," he explains as he unlocks the room, "it seemed prudent to have a safe place for us to... decompress in privacy." He opens the door on a small lounge, motioning me in. "Take as long as you need. Bubble Girl will show you out when you're done; just wait with the door open if she's not already here when you're done."

The click of the door closing seems to be all the permission my brain needs to finally let go and acknowledge the enormity of my situation. I'll never see any of them again - my friends, my family, my wife - for all practical purposes, they're all dead. I wonder if I'd be able to take any comfort if I was religious, if I'd still expect to be able to reach the same afterlife from a different reality; moot point, I guess.

Between having a complete meltdown, regaining my composure, and cleaning myself up in the attached bathroom, it's a good seventy or eighty minutes before I'm ready to open the door again. Bubble Girl is leaning against the wall outside, putting her phone away as I emerge.

Her attempt at a sympathetic look is somewhat marred by a wince. Not that I can blame her for that - I looked like death warmed over when I arrived at Nighteye Agency, and the past few hours have not improved things any. On the plus side, people give me a bit of extra personal space on my way home - the Japanese are very good at ignoring anything that looks like trouble.

I end up sleeping over thirteen hours with minimal interruption, despite some very bizarre dreams. Can't imagine where those came from...

By the time I'm able to get myself put together and head out, it's after lunch. It wasn't hard to look up the home address of the student I most need to speak to, so I'm soon knocking on his door.

The student himself opens the door, his friendly smile dimming somewhat when he recognizes me. "Nihei-sensei?"

"Good afternoon, Midoriya-kun. Is your mother in?" I do my best to keep my tone as warm and gentle as I can manage, but neither of me has ever been any good at interacting with children, and the kid's got plenty of bad experiences with Nihei to color how he perceives it. He gives me a worried nod and calls for her.

Midoriya Inko smiles warmly as she comes to the door, but it doesn't entirely reach her eyes. "Can I help you?"

I give her a respectful bow. "Would it be acceptable for us to speak inside? There's something I need to tell you both, explanations you're both owed."

We're sitting at the table, both Midoriyas eyeing me warily. "I should probably begin with explaining how I came to, well, what led to me coming here. Midoriya-kun, would you like to explain my Quirk to your mother or should I?"

"Um... Well, your Quirk is called Visions of Other Worlds. You see glimpses of other times, places, and realities. I don't really know much more than that, sorry, Sensei."

"That sums it up nicely, thank you Midoriya-kun. The reason my Quirk is relevant is that it recently... it's hard to say whether it malfunctioned or experienced a temporary Quirk Awakening. Instead of a brief glimpse, I experienced decades of life as another person, and those memories, well, it's the kind of thing you can't walk away from unchanged. Not that they were super-traumatic or anything like that, it was just a huge shift in perspective. It wouldn't be wrong to say that I am a very different man from who I was on Friday, with very different understanding of what I've done in the past."

I stand up and step away from the table, before sinking into a full dogeza facing them. "I now understand that my actions and inactions towards Midoriya-kun have been disgusting as an educator, as an adult, and as a person. I have been discriminatory and needlessly cruel towards him while enabling and encouraging his fellow students to bully him. All of Aldera's faculty have either participated in such behavior or turned a blind eye to it. I have reported this to the proper authorities and am hopeful that it will soon be corrected. Regardless, I owe both of you my deepest apologies for my shameful actions."

It takes damn near a minute of shocked silence before either Midoriya finds their voice again. "Y-You don't have to do that, Sensei! You haven't done anything wrong!"

"No, Midoriya-kun," I say as I rise, "I have done a great deal of wrong where you're concerned. I'm going to tell you something that you should have been told a long time ago, something vitally important. You probably won't believe it, especially not the first time, but I hope that it's something you'll keep hearing both from your mother and myself, and in the future from the staff at UA." He blinks in shock at this open acknowledgement not only of his dream to be a Hero but of the possibility it could come true. "You did not deserve any of the abuse, neglect, and bullying you've been forced to endure. You matter, Midoriya-kun, as much as everyone else. An extra toe-joint changes nothing about your value as a person. Far too many people in this society seem eager to forget that." I meet his shocked and disbelieving gaze steadily through this; fuck my discomfort with eye-contact, this is too damned important.

Izuku very obviously doesn't believe what I've just told him, while Inko is still processing the whiplash of the past couple of minutes.

"I am not at liberty to say much," mostly because I don't actually know much, "but there are changes coming at Aldera. What I can tell you is that I promise to treat all of my students with the respect and dignity they're due as a person, regardless of what Quirk they have or don't have."

Part of me considers visiting the Bakugo family next, to tell the chief bully's parents how their son acts at school and let him know I wouldn't tolerate it any longer, but after the Midoriya visit I'm exhausted mentally and emotionally. There's also the issue that my mind and body still haven't recovered from Nihei's overdose; I could really use the rest. Bakugo Mitsuki and Masaru can wait a little longer to find out about Katsuki's behavior, and giving him his first warning publicly might have a bit more impact than a private meeting. He'll probably blow my warning off, eventually at least, but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.

Monday is, well, very much a Monday. I've gotten my head together a bit more, and I'm rested enough to feel only mildly lousy and be able to pass for human, but I'm still thoroughly wiped physically and emotionally. The sobbing breakdowns when I'm alone have gotten a bit more manageable, and I've thankfully kept from being loud enough to disturb my neighbors.

If most of Midoriya's class look bewildered when I scold Bakugo for being disruptive (for mocking Midoriya, obviously), that's nothing to the expression on Bakugo's face: He's damn close to a full-on BSOD. Actually being reprimanded by a teacher just doesn't seem to compute at all.

It's glorious.

Of course, it only lasts a few moments before he scoffs and settles back in, clearly relegating the past minute or so to the category of "things that never happened". Undoubtedly my fellow "teachers" will pick up the slack of fluffing his already overinflated ego, but I'll be damned if I let shit like that slide where I can do something about it.

The teachers' lounge is a lot more awkward than Nihei remembered; presumably my scolding of Bakugo has already been talked about, and the other staff don't know what to make of it. Thus, they're following the tried and tested strategy of pretending nothing troubling exists while watching me like they're wondering if I've snapped.

If only they knew, eh?

My position by the window means I'm one of the first to notice the small caravan of nondescript vehicles that just scream "government" as they pull up and start disgorging suited figures. It also means I'm looking out the window when a brightly-colored blur pancakes the new car Tanaka's spent the past two months bragging about at every opportunity.

Ho. Ly. Shit. Apparently Nedzu has unknowingly decided to treat Aldera like its namesake and make an example to scare everyone else into line Tarkin-style. Other than introducing him to a successor candidate, that's the only explanation I can think of for getting All Might involved.

I have really got to ask that rat about maniacal cackling lessons.

Also, there is no way Tanaka's car was an accident, even if All Might seems to be trying to pretend it was (emphasis on "trying" - he's... not a great actor). He usually leaps and lands with barely a crack in the pavement, but he just landed hard enough that people on the far side of the building probably think we just had a minor earthquake. I'm also pretty sure he bullseyed that car from the top of the office tower down the street, which has to be at least a kilometer away, which just goes to show the sheer skill wielded by the Number One Hero.

It's a terrible idea, but I just can't help myself. I turn enough to side-eye Tanaka. "I... don't think that's going to buff out..."

Huh. So that's the sound of a man's soul leaving his body. Neat.

"I AM HERE!" Wow, does One For All even let him boost his voice? Whether it does or not, he's got the attention of everyone within at least a block or two, save maybe those that are stone deaf. Ooh, is that a TV van behind the government cars?

Men and women in neat, bland suits are heading for the front doors, armed with briefcases and clipboards, while a reporter steps in front of her camera. Skin color's pretty standard, so not Curious (she's a reporter, right?); that's good - I do not want to end up on the MLA's radar any more than I do All For One's.

My 'colleagues' are mostly standing around in shock and bewilderment, though Fujiki seems to be a bit sharper than the rest. He grabs a large bottle from his desk drawer and rushes to the bathroom; too bad for him and all the rest that the suits are here for something a lot bigger than his poorly-hidden drinking problem.

Soon enough there are government minders watching over the students as the wide-eyed teens and tweens meet All Might, while other agents lead each staff member off to be interviewed separately and still others start digging through the school's records.

"Now now, no pushing! I'm happy to meet all of you!" Of course Midoriya got shoved to the back of the mob by his schoolmates, and not particularly gently either.

I don't get to see much else before I'm led away for my own interview. There's not much I can tell the investigators that I haven't already told Nighteye and Nedzu, but since this is going on the official record I go through it all. Having recounted it twice already makes it a bit easier to get it into a somewhat coherent order, though I still have to go off on tangents and/or back to earlier topics quite a few times.

As I leave the school, I take particular note of two figures, one quite short and one quite tall: Midoriya is talking a mile a minute to a suited man that I suddenly realize is Sasaki Mirai out of "uniform" (i.e. wearing a different suit) and with his distinctive two-toned hair dyed black. Nighteye is looking intently through one of Midoriya's everpresent notebooks while the teen chatters on at him, having clearly seen through the admittedly thin disguise. I give the incognito Hero a nod (you don't survive his career without good situational awareness) and slide the classroom door closed to avoid any inconvenient prying eyes falling on them. Even if Nighteye doesn't change his mind about wanting Lemillion to receive One For All, chances are he'll still appreciate Midoriya's intelligence. I wonder if he'll try and shape Midoriya into his own successor to work with Toogata as All Might's? Not my business either way, really - I've given him and the others all the information I had, now it's on them to make informed decisions.