As everyone started to file out of the room following the end of the debrief, Katsuki Bakugo got up and approached Dr. Okimi as she gathered up her medical documents.

"Hm? Is there something I can help you with Mr. Katsuki?" she asked when she saw him approach.

"I wanted to know the cause of death of Aria Lin, you didn't cover it when you started going over the medical reports." He said.

"Well, that would be because the autopsy isn't complete yet. The pathologist was supposed to be coming in this morning, but he hadn't arrived by the time I left for the meeting. If you like, you can accompany me to the hospital and see if he's there or not."

"Tch, fine," he grumbled as they left the room.

As they were walking Bakugo noticed that the Doctor was squinting a lot as if the sun was constantly in her eyes. He was relatively sure she didn't need glasses and when they finally got outside she actually hissed in pain and fumbled trying to put on a pair of sunglasses with oddly colored and shaped lenses. When they got to her vehicle, she sighed and looked up at him.

"I hate to ask, but could you drive for me? I'm having too many difficulties seeing at the moment." She said, sounding resigned.

Bakugo grumbled a bit but he took the keys and a minute later they were driving down the road to the hospital.

"I'm sorry to bother you like this, but my quirk damages my eyesight after prolonged use. When I absorb light to refill my well of light, my eyes start to lose the ability to absorb light for a few hours. When I expend a large amount of power though, my eyes start absorbing too much light and I need these sunglasses just to function. It builds up and then fades over the course of a few hours to a few days depending on how much energy I expend, and I had to use a lot to heal everyone that came in following your raid. My eyes should be back to normal come tomorrow afternoon though." She told him.

He didn't say anything, just grunted, but he had been curious about it. Neither of them said much for the remainder of the drive, Dr. Okimi seemed to be engrossed in the medical reports and he didn't feel the need to break the silence with meaningless small talk.

When they finally got to the hospital, it took about a half-hour for Dr, Okimi to get ahold of the pathologist as he had been in the middle of wrapping up an autopsy. Eventually, Bakugo had the chance to talk with him for a few minutes before he had to get back to work.

They sat down in chairs while the pathologist sipped at a cup of coffee, he was quite diminutive, only about a meter tall, thin, balding, and he wore a pair of thoroughly battered glasses that he must have had for several decades given the wear.

"Dr. Okimi said you wanted to talk to me about a recent autopsy, if it is about any of the ones I'm conducting today then I might not have gotten to it yet. It would be better to wait until it is all a matter of public records rather than bother me about it now" He said frowning

"You do an autopsy on Aria Lin yet? Red-haired, lots of scars?" he asked, ignoring the man's complaint.

"She was the first one I was asked to do, so yes I have. What do you want to know?" He said, his frown deepening as he cast his mind back to the morning.

"What was her cause of death?"

"Cause of death huh... hmmmmm... If I recall, I believe I listed it as simultaneous multiple organ rupturing, followed by rapid cellular death across the entire body. I was asked to be as detailed as possible, so from what I can surmise about the events leading up to her death, it's more than likely that her external body was directly linked to her internal body. When the entire body was blown to pieces, the shock was so severe that the feedback caused almost every organ to rupture at once and every sense to fail, which is why her eyes appear to be blind. The body tried to repair itself afterward, but the damage was far too severe, and not enough energy was available to dedicate to it anyways. Only the brain and muscles remained intact but the muscles started to degenerate from the inside out. The entire body started to collapse in on itself following her death, and now burial is out of the question given its state. Cremation will be the only viable method of internment." He listed off, taking a break to drink from his coffee now and then.

Bakugo just looked at the floor as he took it in, burning the knowledge into his mind as best he could. Then he got up with a small sigh and thanked the man before leaving the hospital.

It took him another half hour to get to his apartment, but when he finally opened the door he felt his energy drain away. He removed his shoes, not even bothering to put on the house slippers, and just went straight for the refrigerator. He took out the well-used flask that he always brought with him when he traveled. Then he went to his laptop and opened up a very large text document.

He added Aria Lin, the time of death, cause of death, and methods he had used to induce it to the document before saving it again. Then he collapsed onto the sofa, putting a shot glass down on the table as he did so.

It had become a ritual for him after every mission to list out how he killed everyone in the battle, then he would drink a shot's worth of shōchū for every person he killed until either he hit the number, or the flask went empty. Of course, he didn't remember everyone he killed, let alone knew all their names so he just did the best he could. It was the only thing he had found that had helped him relieve the anger that just built up in his otherwise. He let the alcohol wash away his anger until only his own self-loathing remained. Then he'd just lie on his sofa or bed thoroughly miserable until he finally went to sleep.

It had been hard following the war's end, not to just drown out the screams and pain with alcohol. He'd actually drank until he was wasted the first time, but Kirishima and Ashido helped set him straight after they walked in on him in the middle of it all. His psychologist had also gone over multiple ways to help him manage it all, and while he had initially been very against his adopting of the ritual, he had let it slide after coming to understand just how strong Bakugo's self-discipline truly was. That wasn't to say he encouraged it though, he still made it a point to talk about it whenever Bakugo went in for a session. Bakugo knew perfectly well that the ritual wasn't particularly good for him, and the temptation to just drink more was a strong one. Yet he had held firm against the temptation, and nowadays he rarely had cause to do it.

Apart from the ritual though, he elected to drink only when with company. Like with Ashido and Kirishima whenever they went out to just hang and relax. They'd often hit a bar or two before they went home.

Bakugo just sighed and he took another shot as he crossed one more person off his mental list.


"So what am I going to be dealing with?" asked Sasakura as he sat in Nezu's office.

"The students I want you to tutor are students who have quirks that make them more gifted with weapons than their quirks or body. The folder has the two students' dossiers." Said Nezu gesturing to the folder on the table.

Sasakura picked it the folder and removed the student dossiers within. He took a few minutes to look it all over before putting them down on the table and looking over all three at once.

This first kid, Miya Ariyoshi had a Hyper Focus Quirk. A purely mental quirk that allowed for one to focus their entire being towards something, heightening reaction times, comprehensive abilities, and speed of thought. It was an interesting quirk that had allowed her to excel as a user of the Naginata when she had been growing up. The downside to her quirk however meant that anything other than what she was hyper-focused on was harder to comprehend, meaning that she was particularly vulnerable in fights or situations that required her to split her focus. Sasakura could see why she needed tutoring, she was a training fanatic, and because she could accidentally activate her quirk she had suffered in numerous academic categories and team-based exercises. She would need quite a bit of specialized training to ensure her quirk did not become even more of a hindrance and flunked out of the school entirely. A challenge to be sure.

The second student, Naruhito Horimoto had a very strange quirk. It was called Blade Echo, when using a bladed weapon he could leave behind shadowy copies of the blade which he could then manipulate and throw at attackers or leave behind as floating hazards. They were fragile however and broke easily when enough force was applied to them, making each echo one use only before they broke. He could even use them as stepping stones and walk on air with them. The only problem... was that he had trouble controlling when he left behind an echo and he constantly hurt himself on said echoes. The echoes could be surprisingly hard to see and they had become a major danger during his first training exercise. He hadn't be allowed to use any sharp objects, only blunted bladed weapons for both his own and others' safety.

"They seem like they'll be a challenge..." he said scratching his chin as he thought how he might go about tutoring them.

"Do you intend for me to use my quirk to help during tutoring or no?" he asked looking over to Nezu.

"If you think it appropriate then I will not object, but I would prefer that you refrain from doing so until you have explored other avenues." Said Nezu, continuing to fill out a form while looking at him.

Sasakura looked back at the documents and started to put them away. After he had done so, he took the folder with him back to his apartment, it was going to take some serious planning and thought on how best to tutor the students. Perhaps he'd get Izuku to help him? He had a wealth of experience to draw from and had undergone specialized training that he might be able to adapt to helping Miya with her focusing problems.

All the thought about tutoring the students though reminded him that he needed to put Izuku through his paces again this very night. The lad was consistent and ensured Sasakura never missed a sparring day. It was to ensure that both Sasakura and Izuku kept fit, and while he didn't mention it to Izuku, an excellent way to practice and train his quirk. It was absurdly versatile, but it had taken him decades to truly understand how his quirk functioned. If he had the knowledge he did now back when he was a hero... Well, maybe things would have turned out differently.


Dr. Okimi was winding down for the day, which for once had been relatively uneventful when she ran into two people she had not been expecting to see as she was leaving. Todoroki Shoto and Momo Yaoyorozu were waiting for her as she was leaving the hospital.

"Hello you two, I hope this is just a social call and you're not experiencing any problems from the battle." She said.

"We're fine, thank you but we wanted to talk to you about a different matter before you went home." Said Shoto.

"Well if there is anything I can help with, feel free to ask." She said.

"We wanted to ask you about The Hunter," said Momo.

Shoto thought he saw a flash of anger pass over her face before Dr. Okimi gave an aggravated sigh and massaged her temples.

"My office," she said, before turning around and stalking back to it.

When they were all situated in her office, Dr. Okimi leaned back into her chair, propped her shoes up onto the corner of the table (which Shoto noticed to his surprise were military boots), folded her arms, and glowered at the two of them.

"All right, what do you want to know," she said.

"We know The Hunter has been here multiple times over the past year, the H.A. tasked us with apprehending him alongside Zeus, so we'd like to get as much information about him as possible," said Shoto.

Dr. Okimi just sighed, "Yeah, he's been here a few times, and every time it's a pain in my ass." she scowled at the thought before continuing.

"When he first dragged himself into the hospital, he had his left arm dangling by a few strands of muscle and skin. After I healed him, he passed out and I had my staff drag him into a room. I took a blood sample for a regular check following possible quirk-related injuries, and no less than two hours later, he breaks out of his room, destroys his blood sample, hacks the computer to erase any evidence on him being there, and then vanishes like a phantom. I didn't know he was a vigilante at the time but I figured it out after the fact. The next two times are basically the same, we strapped him to the bed the second time, broke out of that. Called the police the third time, strapped him down, locked the door, and had a nurse watch it; instead, he escapes out the window, got back inside via another window, and erases himself from the database again. This time around I just didn't have the manpower to spare to keep him locked up and I didn't even try to get his blood analyzed. The H.A. and police both made it clear that they expect me to personally see to his confinement should he show up again, and if I can afford to do so, I will. AND, before you ask, I have been providing all the information I gather about him to Nezu, so the dossiers you got on him were largely based on my own observations. So, if you still have further questions, shoot." She said, ticking off The Hunters visits on her fingers as she listed his escapes.

"I see. Thank you for your help. If we have any further questions, we'll be in contact." he said before standing up and holding out his hand for Momo. After she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet, they headed out of the hospital.

Dr. Okimi just sat and fumed silently in the chair, thinking about The Hunter and his annoying antics, before sighing and getting up herself. As she left the hospital and to head back to her house, she couldn't help but think, "I need a damn drink."


Kirishima knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, he heard a voice bark at him to come in. After shooting a glance at Ashido, he opened the door.

The interior was well lit, with the TV going in the living room and Bakugo slouching on the sofa watching the baseball game that was going. Kirishima and Ashido took off their shoes and walked over to the sofa, and then promptly plopped down next to him. Kirishima to his left, and Ashido next to Kirishima.

Kirishima had suspected Bakugo would be at it today and knew (even if he didn't say it) that Bakugo appreciated the company. Otherwise, he'd just mop in his apartment and keep beating himself up over things that weren't his fault. Only he and Ashido had seen Bakugo at his lowest, his most desperate. It had been a shocking and disturbing experience to see the seemingly implacable Katsuki Bakugo broken and drunk in his apartment shortly after the end of the war. The war and its atrocities had weighed on his soul as heavy as it did on Ochako's. He bore tremendous guilt, and after Kirishima and Ashido helped him get straightened out, he had adopted this strange ritual that seemed to help. Regardless, he and Ashido always tried to make time to visit him after some major event.

They didn't talk much, mostly they just sat with him, watched the game, yelled about said game, and generally just tried to have fun. By the time the game ended, Bakugo was in a much better mood so they left so he could sleep off the alcohol.