Perched atop an empty rooftop, overlooking the back streets of Musutafu City, a figure cloaked in darkness resides in the shadows. She bled into the surroundings, clad in dark purple combat gear, her flak jacket zipped up to meet the black and lavender mask concealing her identity. A utility belt, snugly wrapped around her waist, containing a multitude of useful gadgets completed the look. Every inch of the costume screamed 'online shopping', particularly the knee and elbow pads.
The night sky was surrendering to the creeping darkness, the woman remaining vigilant, her watchful eyes fixed upon members of the public exiting a nearby bar. Although the evening so far had been peaceful, she refused to let her guard down, sensing the usual tension of city life in the air. Flexing her fingers within her thick gloves, there was a surge of anticipation coursing through her, a thick feeling that something was about to happen.
"Help! HEEEELP!"
Instinctively, the woman scanned her surroundings, keen eyes darting from one alleyway to another in search of the scream's origin. Leaping into action, she bounded along the edge of the rooftop, and in a seamless display of acrobatics leaped off the side. Swiftly, she fired a wire from a compact device mounted onto her forearm. The wire tautened, effortlessly pulling her towards the neighbouring building and she came to a halt, both feet affixed to the side of the wall. A new vantage point that gave her a better view of the scene unfolding.
In the alley, a woman with small rabbit ears found herself locked in a struggle with a figure covered in gleaming silver spikes. The metallic quills protruding from his body reflected the glow of a nearby streetlight. With a menacing snarl, the would-be mugger insisted "Gimme the friggin purse, ya damn carrot muncher!"
With her voice digitally altered through her mask, the vigilante said "What's with the spiky attitude, quillhead?"
Confusion flickered across the villain's face, momentarily diverting his attention from the crime he was attempting to commit. "Who said that?! Where you at?!"
"Up here, dickhead!" She teased. Maybe the witty banter needed some work, but at least she got a response. "Yoohoo!"
As soon as 'quillhead' glanced up, his eyes widening in anger at the interruption, the vigilante seized the opportunity. Quickly unclipping the grapple from the wall, she descended towards her foe, heart pounding with adrenaline. With a thunk, she unleashed a powerful double-fisted strike to his head. Unfortunately it wasn't enough, merely dazing him.
"Hah!" he barked defiantly, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Gonna need more than that to beat Quiller Killer 2!"
Maintaining her distance, she nonchalantly placed a hand on her hip. "Is that like Quiller Killer also, or Quiller Killer the second? Because buddy, that name sucks. That name really sucks, right?" With an anxious nod, the terrified rabbit girl confirmed the sentiment, clutching her purse tightly against her chest.
Unfazed by the mockery, Quiller Killer 2 spoke with conviction. "My daddy was the original Quiller Killer, and I'm here to carry on his legacy!" Determined, he braced himself for the impending clash. "Now you're gonna feel the sting of my quills!"
Without warning, he swiftly withdrew two sharp quills from his back, wielding one like a deadly sword while hurling the other towards the defiant hero. Reacting with lightning-fast reflexes, she instinctively fired a grapple line at a nearby wall, deftly propelling herself out of harm's way. The lethal quill grazed her shin, leaving a faint trail of pain, but her agility had saved her from a potentially devastating strike.
Ascending to a higher vantage point once more, the courageous vigilante taunted her relentless foe once more. "I think you made your point, Quillhead! Get it, your point?" Her momentary satisfaction was cut short as another barrage of razor-sharp quills embedded themselves in the wall, narrowly missing her. Forced to zip to the opposite side of the alley, she gritted her teeth.
With an indignant roar, Quiller Killer 2's fury erupted. "You can't get away, hero! I'm the master of pricks!"
"Dude, come on."
Fuelled by rage, Quiller Killer 2 began relentlessly pulling more and more quills off his body, launching them with reckless abandon. Each onslaught intensified, accumulating slight injuries on the valiant hero, testing her endurance.
In a moment of resourcefulness, she swiftly retrieved a small disk from her utility belt, clicking it with her thumb. The disk buzzed with potent electricity as she gracefully dodged another flurry of quills, strategically hurling it like a deadly throwing star toward the villain
Missing completely, the disk colliding with the nearby streetlight instead. The impact created a deafening clang, accompanied by vibrant arcs of blue electricity, causing the light to flicker. Miraculously, the wayward throw spared the terrified rabbit girl, who stood rooted to the spot.
The vigilante desperately tried to save face. "Uh, I meant to do that! I was pretending to be as bad at aiming as you!"
"I'll show you who's bad at aiming!" Another quill soared through the air, aimed at the agile hero.
"Okay…last chance." The vigilante hero took a deep breath, centering herself. Activating her quirk, she felt her vision zoom in, honing in on the exposed flesh of Quiller Killer 2's cheek. With unwavering focus, she summoned every strength of accuracy she possessed, hurling another electrically charged disk with precision and grace.
The disk arced through the air, trailing mesmerising blue sparks, until it struck its intended target with pinpoint accuracy. "Everyone will remember the name Quiller KillAGAGAGAGA-" His words turned into garbled cries as he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Within moments, the tenacious vigilante had him immobilised, tightly bound against the flickering streetlight.
Brushing herself down, she gingerly approached the rabbit girl, mindful of her own injuries and not putting too much pressure on her leg. "You good? Sorry that it took me so long."
The rabbit girl, her voice trembling with gratitude, managed to squeak out a response, "Th-thank you, I'm f-fine. Who are you?"
"You can call me Mei Haaa… Mayhem! Call me Mayhem!" The distant wails of approaching police sirens snapped Mayhem's attention back to the present. "Well, better go!" With a swift flick of her wrist, she fired a grapple towards the rooftop of a nearby building, gracefully ascending into the night, leaving behind a scene of justice and a grateful rabbit girl.
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The next morning, Toshinori Yagi found himself seated at a table surrounded by his colleagues at UA. The gathering consisted of Principal Nezu, Recovery Girl, Midnight (who had unintentionally stumbled upon All Might's secret after accidentally knocking him unconscious), and Sir Nighteye, once All Might's dedicated sidekick.
Each member of this exclusive group knew of All Might's real identity, and the truth behind his powerful quirk. These regular meetings served the dual purpose of discussing the future of One for All and identifying potential successors, while also monitoring Yagi's physical condition.
As the gathering settled in, Principal Nezu evoked his authority with the staff and took charge of the room. "Well, I believe it is the perfect moment to commence our weekly meeting," he announced. "Before we delve into the main agenda, we should take a moment to celebrate some good news! Heartfelt congratulations to Recovery Girl on the birth of her granddaughter!"
Yagi and Midnight showered Recovery Girl with well wishes and kind words, while Sir Nighteye maintained a stoic expression. The medical hero's face radiated with pride as she graciously accepted the congratulations. "Thank you all so much," she said. "We're all very excited about this as-yet-unnamed bundle of joy! Rest assured, you can expect plenty of photos in your email inboxes!"
The heroes exchanged uneasy glances, knowing that Recovery Girl's idea of plenty was more like an avalanche.
Returning to the main purpose of the meeting, Nezu refocused their attention. "Now, let us turn our focus to the matter of One for All. Have there been any noteworthy developments since our last gathering?"
Yagi fidgeted slightly in his seat, his discomfort evident in his body language. His sheepish expression betrayed a sense of guilt as he mustered the courage to speak up. "Well, there was a slight incident," he confessed.. "To be honest, it happened about a year ago, but back then, it didn't seem significant enough to warrant bringing it up. I was also trying to find a successor on my own, so..."
Sir Nighteye sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in frustration. "You were careless with your time again," he admonished, his tone laced with exasperation.
"Yes, I admit I was careless, but I had a good reason. There was a villain attack, and..."
Interrupting him, Sir Nighteye's voice was stern. "There is always a villain attack," he retorted, the atmosphere in the room growing noticeably colder.
Principal Nezu intervened, urging Yagi to provide further details about the incident. "Please, enlighten us about this 'incident,'" he requested, his voice measured and composed.
With a heavy sigh, Yagi began to recount the day of the slime villain attack, during which a young Izuku Midoriya inadvertently discovered his secret. "He approached me and asked if he could become a support hero, even without a strong quirk. Naturally, I assured him that it was possible," Yagi explained. "He was a smart and determined kid, but I completely forgot about the encounter until he showed up in my class."
Principal Nezu scratched his chin thoughtfully, mulling over the information. "Is there any cause for concern?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Yagi pondered for a moment. "I don't believe so," he responded earnestly. "I spoke to him after class, and he assured me that my secret was safe with him. In fact, he even suggested creating a thermal undershirt for me, without any prompting. I believe he genuinely wants to help."
A warm smile spread across Principal Nezu's face. "Ah, that sounds like Midoriya,"
The mention of Midoriya piqued Midnight's interest, causing her to perk up in her seat. "Midoriya? The boy with the delightful green hair?" she exclaimed. "Oh my, how delicious! He's quite a talented student, but his sense of costume design is truly atrocious!"
Recovery Girl chimed in, adding her own perspective. "I haven't interacted with the young lad much," she interjected, "but from what I've seen of his unwavering dedication to protecting his friends, I don't think we have anything to worry about."
Yagi looked around the table, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident on his face. "Has everyone here had some run in with young Midoriya?" he questioned, genuinely intrigued.
Everyone around the table looked at Sir Nighteye expectantly.
After a moment of hesitation, he replied. "...He actually emailed me a schematic for sturdier handles on my spectacles, to prevent them from falling off during fights,"
They continued to look at him.
"...They worked perfectly."
The group exchanged looks of mild astonishment, their attention returning to Principal Nezu, who clapped his paws together in satisfaction. "Well then," he declared, "it seems we have nothing to worry about when it comes to Midoriya. But regarding the matter of finding a worthy successor for One for All, have any promising candidates emerged?"
Yagi's expression turned thoughtful as he responded, "Not yet, but I'm hoping that through further training exercises, the answer will reveal itself. I don't want to rush into anything without careful consideration."
"Quite understandable!" Nezu affirmed, acknowledging the weight of the decision at hand. "Well, I believe we have covered everything for today's meeting. However, if anyone has any other pressing matters to discuss, please feel free to bring them up now."
"If you could all give me your thoughts on my novelette before the next meeting it would mean the world to me!" Midnight requested, hugging herself. "It's a very steamy story!"
"You shall have my review in the usual format." Nighteye answered, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Meanwhile, on the train ride into school, Izuku sneezed about 15 times in a row.
A/N: I hope the recent guest comment complaining about Mei doing too much enjoys this chapter which is almost entirely about Mei.
