Bit of a slow one... oh well. Enjoy!

"So… exactly why am I being carted away like this?" Touma asked as he and All Might walked. They were traveling through the city; seemingly back to where the heroes were staying. All Might rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's… kind of complicated. I technically can't say anything out loud but…" All Might trailed off, as if thinking. "Aizawa needs you more than I do but… oh how to put it in a way you'll understand…"

"…Is it that big of a deal…?" Touma asked carefully.

"Kind of… well, I'm sure you're aware of the government-employed heroes and pro heroes right? Let's say it's related." All Might replied.

"Alright… makes sense… and yeah, I'm fully aware. You're the former number one who retired, All Might, right?" Touma questioned.

"Yeah… that doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Not really… I'm not so easily star struck." Touma replied. "I get to know a lot of big players… whether I want to or not. You kind of get used to it."

"I see… I wish a lot more people were like you then. I'm just lucky not many people recognize me like this yet…" All Might replied.

"Eh… I happened to tune into the news when you announced your retirement. If I didn't' I probably wouldn't have noticed who you were." Touma said, stretching a bit.

"Speaking of which… how went your adventures in World War Three?" All Might asked.

"H-how do you know about that!?" Touma shouted.

"I happened to tune into the news." All Might replied.

"…Cheeky." Touma sighed. All Might laughed. He had to admit; speaking to someone who didn't care about his title or what he has done was a little bit refreshing. "Well we're here." All Might said as they walked in through a set of big glass double doors. "Kind of a swanky place. We got our hands on a fancy party floor deal so everyone can freely relax with each other."

"Fairly certain that even if you got a single room standard; it'll probably have more room in it than my dinky little apartment…" Touma replied.

"Least it's a roof over your head." All Might stated as they walked into an elevator to take them up. It let them out into the common area of their floor.

"Huh… where is everyone?" Touma said; the only person in the room was Aizawa.

"Told them all I needed the room for some private business. Come on it, sit down, and get comfortable." Aizawa replied.

"Might as well…" Touma said sitting down.

"Also, don't worry. All Might is fully briefed on the situation involving magic. You don't have to hold anything back…" Aizawa said.

"…So he knows. Now I'm starting to have a bad feeling…" Touma said, leaning back.

"I've probably dealt with a few magicians without realizing it… probably." All Might shrugged, sitting down.

"So… what is this all about then…?" Touma asked.

"Well… it seems the higher ups of Academy City are more than a tad concerned about this Gregory Augustine…" Aizawa started. "They have been collecting footage of him during his travels in the city itself, as well as his two accomplices. Apparently they find their actions so concerning, they are lifting their age-old ban on Heroes getting involved with the city's affairs and are asking for help… naturally since All Might is retired, that leaves me as the sole pro-hero currently with the city, and therefore, responsibility is mine, as much as I don't want it."

"I see… so you got roped into it just because of proximity…" Touma replied. "I knew they were up to some trouble, but it's really rare for the big wigs to ask for outside help…"

"That's exactly why you're here." Aizawa said. "I couldn't track down Stiyl, and your friend Tsuchimikado left the arena far too quickly for us to be able to reach him. We need information about these people, and what exactly they are trying to accomplish, the sooner the better."

"I see… yeah, Stiyl can be rather aloof, and it's probably a good thing you aren't questioning Tsuchimikado… it would be highly questionable whether or not he was telling the truth." Touma replied. "I can tell you what Stiyl told me; I doubt he'd answer my questions on the subject otherwise I'd call him."

"Start whenever you are ready, Kamijou." Aizawa said.

"Well, you know who they are, obviously." Touma started. "I don't have too much knowledge involving the two helpers he's got, Prometheus and Pandora. They are new to this whole situation. As for Gregory though, he's apparently been running around outside the city for a while; Stiyl has been tracking him. Don't know how long, just that he's only moved his operation into Academy City itself recently."

"So he's new… probably doesn't know his way around town very well…" Aizawa said.

"His hired help may remedy that problem for him. We may not know much about his two associates, but remember that he is not working alone." All Might added.

"Very true… please, continue." Aizawa said.

"Well the only other thing I know is that he's trying to revive someone… I don't know who honestly. Apparently his magic cabal has a way of reviving its past members, but it needs human souls to work… more powerful the person, the more souls it needs. His friends apparently stole a magic grimoire, the Necronomicon, and aside from being the highest epitome of necromancy, it apparently also has intrinsic ability to hold human souls and summon them from the dead… if I had to guess he's probably going to try to use the Necronomicon as a catalyst for his attempt at revival."

"I see… does the world of magic frown upon necromancy or something?" All Might asked.

"I don't think so… I believe it has more to do with who Gregory is trying to resurrect rather than the fact he's doing it… he must be fairly dangerous." Touma replied.

"I see… is that truly all you know?" Aizawa asked, leaning back.

"Yeah, unfortunately. If you want anything else you'll have to try and pull it out of Stiyl or Tsuchimikado… as said, Stiyl is aloof and probably won't talk easily, and Tsuchimikado has a habit of lying to people." Touma finished.

"Very well." Aizawa said, standing up. "You can leave this to me from here on out. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's fine… if it wasn't this it would have been something else." Touma stood up. "All I have to worry about is the bottomless pit that is my roommate…"

"Ah, hold on." All Might said, digging round in his pockets. "It is customary to pay a finder's fee for information, is it not?"

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm more than… happy…" Touma trailed off as he looked down at All Might's out-stretched hand, holding several folded up bills. "…H-how much is in there?"

"Enough." All Might replied, taking Touma's hand and putting the bills into it. "I may not be able to save the world anymore, but that doesn't mean I can't brighten up a young boy's day, right?"

"…T-thank you…!" Touma said, trying to hold back tears. "I-I haven't seen that much s-since…!"

"No worries! Go ahead and enjoy yourself!" All Might replied.

"Make no mistake, that retired or not, you are truly this unlucky Kamijou's hero this day! Thank you very much!" Touma shouted as he left the room, leaving his farewells behind.

"…You are aware that we're not allowed to pay people for information right?" Aizawa asked.

"You're not. I'm a retired man on vacation." All Might replied simply. Aizawa sighed, which only caused All Might to grin.

-Outside the Arena-

"So you've returned to me?" Misaki asked Ochako, the two meeting in private. "Oh I can only wonder why." She giggled lightly.

"You know why I'm here." Ochako simply responded with a certain degree of confidence.

"Well… if you have made your decision…" Misaki continued, but Ochako interrupted.

"I don't want to know." She said plainly. "It doesn't matter how he feels about me, because I know how I feel about him. What I want to do... is to support him however I can. He deserves to know how I feel as his friend… and even if he rejects me, I will still continue to support him."

"Oho… I see. Quite solid as steel about this then?" Misaki asked.

"Yes, I am. I honestly do care about him a lot… he is really inspiring to tell the truth. And I'm not going to let something as silly as romance or lack of it get in the way of that!" Ochako stood with her head held high and her hands on her hips. She stood tall and proud of her stance on the subject.

"I see… those are your honest feelings then." Misaki stated, Ochako nodding in agreement. "Well! That makes things easier for you! Because he's totally head-over-heels in love with you, too!"

Ochako's iron will of pride quickly shattered and was replaced with bright red embarrassment.

"W-what!?" She stuttered out. "I-I-I told you I d-didn't want to know!" She whined, suddenly fidgeting in place. "W-why did you tell me!? I didn't want to invade his privacy like that…!"

"Because… your reactions are priceless!" Misaki replied, only adding to Ochako's embarrassment.

"Y-you're the w-worst!" Ochako complained.

"Well, does it really change anything?" Misaki asked. "You said it yourself after all. He deserves to know… it just means your chances of getting a wonderfully happy ending are higher!"

"…That's right!" Ochako stood tall again, though she continued to blush. "Now I'm going to head back and find Deku, and we're going to enjoy what this city has to offer together!"

"He likes playing two player games, find one you both can enjoy in the arcade to increase his love power." Misaki said. Ochako only pouted in response.

"…What kind of food does he like?" Ochako begrudgingly asked, looking away.

"Katsudon, but he will eat anything he is served, especially in a comfortable environment." Misaki answered.

"…This discussion never happened." Ochako stated.

"Agreed!" Misaki replied cheerfully. "Good luck with fostering a powerful relationship ability!" Ochako's softened up to a smile and then she quickly departed, saying good bye. Misaki watched her as she left, and when she was gone, she sighed.

"At least the person you're in love with knows you exist…" She said simply, before leaving herself.

-Corporate Building, Top Floor-

"Top Floor! Executive suites, washrooms, and a whole lot of security guard corpses!" Prometheus declared jokingly. He, Pandora, and Gregory had apparently broken in through the ceiling and security responded in kind. However, they were no match for what they attempted to confront.

"I suppose more souls will assist us… but do be careful not to leave behind a paper trail. I do not want to be disturbed; there is a large amount of time before I can perform the Fire-Borne Ritual." Gregory warned, walking forward.

"Relax… I'm careful… cut off all the alarms and everything. I think you're starting to doubt me, Greg ol' boy!" Prometheus answered.

"My name is… ugh, never mind." Gregory walked further inside. "So the room that would work the best for the Fire-Borne Ritual is here then…"

"Yeah. I don't know all the specific requirements you need, so I figured it best to just let you take a look yourself…" Prometheus answered. "All the doors up here, including the elevators, are sealed. Welded shut, in fact. Unless someone has some kind of explosive to bust in, you should be safe."

"I see…" Gregory responded. "So I merely need to find the prime position… that's good."

"What is the next step then?" Prometheus asked.

"I'm afraid I must be entirely alone for the ritual itself… the requirements and laws of this kind of magic are very strict. One small variable of difference could cause it to fail." Gregory replied.

"Yeah I understand… just sucks that you'll be left all alone waiting for whoever the hell to come and kill you." Prometheus said.

"I understand the risks. They are worth it to bring Master Japhet back from the dead." Gregory replied. "Only he is powerful enough to bring the corruption of this world to a halt and purify it."

"Sounds like a real stand up guy." Prometheus stated. "So until you're done with your ritual… I guess that means me and Pandora are free then, right?"

"I suppose so…" Gregory agreed. "As long as you don't lead anyone here or get captured… I suppose you both are free to do as you wish. You will know when to return, I assure you."

"Not a problem boss-man-general-sir!" Prometheus snickered. "You just leave it to us!" Prometheus then vanished without a trace. Gregory himself sighed.

'I grow more suspicious of those two with every passing moment.' Gregory thought to himself. '…I dare say they are using me for something. But it doesn't matter; they can use me all they desire. I am too close to care about such a trivial matter… once Master Japhet walks this world once again…!' Gregory's thoughts trailed off as he moved deeper in the corporate building, searching for the prime location for his ritual.

Pandora sat on top of the building, watching the ground below. Prometheus appeared beside her after a short time.

"Greetings, brother." Pandora slowly stood, the pieces of her staff appearing as a form of decoration on various places of her body.

"Yo. Are you ready to go?" Prometheus asked. Pandora nodded.

"Where to?" She asked. Prometheus grinned.

"Around… I'm still a little bit pissed off at those guys from last night… so how about we go out and find them?"

-Arena, Front Gates-

"Man… where did Uraraka go…?" Izuku asked himself. The others had already gone their separate ways, but Izuku himself chose to stay behind and wait for Uraraka. "Maybe she… no, she isn't the kind of person to bail… but maybe she and Shokuhou went to go and do something and she forgot to text me…?" Izuku thought out loud.

"S-sorry I'm late!" Ochako came running from the other side of the street over towards him. "I just had something important to talk about with her, I'm fine now!"

"I see, I'm glad everything's ok then. I have to admit I was kind of worried…" Izuku rubbed the back of his head.

"It's fine… where did everyone go?" Ochako asked, searching around.

"They decided to take off on their own. I think Iida left to try and train I think; apparently his match with Kamijou really fired him up to redouble his efforts in improving himself." Izuku answered.

"I see…" Ochako replied. She suddenly felt very nervous, but she tried her best to keep calm. "Hey… Deku?"

"Yeah? What's up?" Izuku answered.

"I was just wondering… since we have a lot more free time today… I wanted to hit-up that arcade again… w-would you like to join me?" Ochako asked.

"I don't see why not… I'll ask if Iida or Kirishima if they'd like to join us." Izuku pulled out his phone but Ochako covered it up with one hand.

"I-I meant… j-just you… and m-me…?" Ochako nervously asked. Izuku looked up, appearing shocked with his face blushing red. It seemed he very easily figured out what she was suggesting. "I-I understand i-if you don't want to! B-but…"

"N-no! It's fi- I-I mean yes! I-I…" Izuku was suddenly more than a little lost for words and had to take a deep breath. "I mean I would be more than happy to join you!" Izuku eventually shouted, much louder than he intended due to his flustered state.

"R-Really!?" Ochako asked, blushing red herself.

"Y-yeah! Sure, whatever you w-want to do, I'm game! Let's do it!" Izuku replied in a mixture of embarrassment and happiness. They both seemed to smile at each other then run off to their destination together, one chasing after the other continuously shifting between joy and excitement. As love seemingly bloomed in the air, two figures watched the pair as they made their away towards the Arcade.

"Well looky here… I found one…!" Prometheus said, watching out of sight. "And would you look at that, a girly girl! I think I saw her with that guy when I first went to pick up Greg… interesting indeed…!"

"What is the plan of attack, brother?" Pandora asked.

"Can't hit them now… too open, broad daylight. Chances of us getting caught are astronomically high… let's tail them and see where they end up…" Prometheus responded. The duo then vanished from their perch without a trace.

-Two Hours Later, Arcade-

"I-I think I figured out why your combat training came so naturally to you…!" Izuku commented as the two left the arcade.

"N-no… I'm not that good…" Ochako replied, rubbing the back of her head.

"You say that, but you're the one who went undefeated the entire time. It was amazing!" Izuku stated.

"Y-you think so…?" Ochako was feeling flattered but embarrassed.

"Yeah!" Izuku replied, the two walking down the street, absentmindedly hand in hand. "We still have a lot of time… where should we go next?"

"How… how about something to eat? It is around that time you know!" Ochako cheerfully suggested.

"That sounds good; I guess we just walk around until we find something!" The two wandered around for a time until the settled on a family restaurant. The sign clearly said to, "Seat yourself, we will be right with you!" on the front. They took their seat in a window booth, sitting right across from each other.

Just as their server would appear, there was a shriek of a girl. Then a crash of dishes. Then a cry of pain from a male. This seemed to disrupt the entire natural flow of the restaurant as everything came to a halt.

"…Do you want to check it out?" Izuku asked.

"I guess we should… as heroes and all…" Ochako replied. They slowly got up and looked around the corner, as did a few other people. They saw a feast of various foods and soups, all unfortunately covering a boy about sixteen years old, looking more than a bit like Kamijou Touma; one of the bowls was covering the top part of his head. Across from the male sat a girl appearing to be a nun in a white outfit with long silver hair, oddly not covered in food at all.

"Hey Touma… your bad luck is killing the good food again…" The nun said, indirectly confirming the male's identity.

"Well I'm sorry… when I get the ability to control it; I'll let you know…" Touma replied angrily.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! I'm s-so sorry!" The waitress panicked. "I-it will be just a bit l-longer, w-we will replace it all, no charge!" The waitress, afraid of her customer's wrath, quickly left the scene, forgetting to pick up after the accident.

"…Such misfortune." Touma said, pulling the bowl off of his head, his hair now drenched and covered in noodles.

"…Kamijou?" Izuku called out hesitantly.

"Huh…? Midoriya? And… Uraraka…?" Touma called back. The nun with silver hair looked back behind her at Izuku and Ochako. Touma and Izuku looked at each other and pointed.

"Are you… on a date?" They both asked simultaneously.

The two girls reacted in kind.

"W-was it really that obvious- I-I mean… ugh…" Ochako lamented, accidently telling the truth.

"N-no way!" The nun responded, noticeably blushing. "Touma had just come across a great fortune and we are trying to celebrate! Then Touma's bad luck angers the gods of food…"

"Index, calm down, I'm not trying to have stuff like this happen!" Touma sighed. "Sorry… she's my roommate, her name is Index. Sorry for the confusion, but Kamijou is not seeing anyone right now, if that's what you're suggesting..."

"My full name is Index Librorum Prohibitorum! It means Index of Prohibited Books, or if you prefer, grimoires!" The nun proudly introduced her long, weird name.

"Grimoire…? You mean like the Necronomicon that Gregory guy has?" Izuku asked almost reflexively. Touma's face quickly when from annoyed to frightened. From that Izuku was able to tell that he had done bad, and promptly covered his mouth out of reflex to avoid saying more.

"Grimoire…? Necronomicon…?" Ochako asked, confused.

"…Touma." Index said in a dark tone. "…You're off getting into trouble again, aren't you…?"

"U-um… define… trouble…?" Touma held up his arm like a shield as he nervously responded.

Index practically flew from her side the table over to his and bit his arm in anger.

"Ow! Why me!? Such misfortune!" Touma called out to the gods themselves, who were apparently silent in this misfortunate boy's time of need.