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Hero Public Safety Commission

In the heart of the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters, Izuku, along with Agent Swift, Agent Fang, and Agent Tiger, walked down the familiar hallways leading to the Commission's debriefing room. After the intense battle at the U.S.J., the group knew they had to report every detail to the President of the Commission. The stakes had never been higher, and the aftermath of the Nomu's death left a lot of unanswered questions.

As they entered the sleek, high-tech debriefing room, the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission, a sharp-eyed woman with a commanding presence, sat at the head of the table, waiting for them.

"Midoriya. Agents," she greeted curtly. "I've read initial reports of what happened at U.A.'s U.S.J. earlier today. Now, I want to hear it directly from you, Izuku. What happened?"

Izuku stepped forward with a composed demeanor, his voice steady. "President, the villains attacked during a training exercise. Their goal was clear: they wanted to kill All Might. Their leader, Shigaraki, even mentioned that the creature they brought along—the Nomu—was specifically designed for that purpose. But All Might wasn't there, so they shifted their attention to the students and teachers. I assessed the situation and intervened to protect my classmates."

He paused for a moment, and the President gestured for him to continue.

"The Nomu was a formidable opponent. Its body had been heavily modified and could regenerate quickly from injuries. I fought it, along with the support of Agents Swift, Fang, and Tiger." He nodded toward the three agents. "They helped me to maintain my cover as a student who wasn't used to high-stakes combat, while still contributing meaningfully to the fight. The Nomu was a tough adversary, but I managed to land two lethal blows that incapacitated and killed it."

Izuku then reached into his pocket and pulled out two small test tubes, placing them on the table in front of the President. One contained a small amount of blood, and the other had a tiny sample of brain tissue. The blood in the test tube swirled slowly as it settled.

"These," Izuku said calmly, "are samples of the Nomu's DNA that I managed to collect at the exact moment I delivered the final blows. I was careful, and no one noticed. The first sample is its blood, and the second is brain tissue."

The President's eyes gleamed as she looked at the samples, impressed by his meticulous foresight. "Excellent work, Midoriya. Very few could maintain composure in a situation like that, let alone have the presence of mind to extract valuable intelligence. I'll have Doctor Yamada study and analyze these samples immediately. If this 'Nomu' is a manufactured being, it could lead us to some answers."

Izuku nodded, his eyes focused. "I agree. I believe these samples may tell us more about the villains' capabilities and perhaps their benefactors. I don't think this was just a one-off. The way the Nomu was designed… it had more to it than what we saw."

Agent Swift, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "President, if I may—Izuku led the charge in taking down the Nomu, but I wanted to commend Agent Fang, Tiger, and myself for assisting in a way that kept his cover intact. We coordinated to make sure it looked like Izuku was a regular student, not someone with combat expertise."

Agent Tiger chimed in with a grin, "Yeah, though I'd say it wasn't easy making it look like Izuku needed our help. The kid's a natural leader, and the way he handled himself under pressure... It took all three of us to make it look like we weren't just following his lead."

Agent Fang smiled. "I think we can all agree he's something special."

Izuku inwardly felt flattered, but he kept his expression neutral. "Thank you, but it was a team effort. I couldn't have kept my cover without your help."

The President leaned back in her chair, thinking carefully. "Good. You all did well. This keeps your cover intact, Izuku, and ensures the safety of our operations moving forward. The fact that you dealt with the Nomu quickly, and without major incident, shows your skill. However, I sense there's more you wanted to discuss?"

Izuku nodded, his tone growing more serious. "Yes. I wanted to speak to Doctor Yamada privately later. There's a project I want to collaborate on, something that will help me keep my identity as the Legendary Assassin, Hit, a secret moving forward. The stakes are getting higher, and I need to be ready for anything."

The President narrowed her eyes slightly. "You're planning something more elaborate, I assume?"

"Yes. I believe we can create something—technology, perhaps—that will aid in masking my true abilities and presence, even further. Doctor Yamada's expertise will be invaluable to making it a reality."

She considered his words for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. You have my permission to work with Doctor Yamada on this. But I want updates. Regularly. You're too valuable an asset for us to let anything slip through the cracks."

Izuku bowed slightly. "Of course."

Just then, Doctor Yamada, a thin, silver-haired man with sharp, calculating eyes, entered the room. He adjusted his glasses and stepped forward. "I understand you've collected some samples for me to analyze?"

Izuku handed the test tubes to Doctor Yamada. "Yes, these are from the Nomu. Blood and brain tissue. I suspect there's more to their creation than meets the eye."

Doctor Yamada took the samples carefully, nodding with approval. "I'll begin working on this right away. And as for that project you mentioned, Izuku, we'll discuss the details soon. I have a few ideas already."

The President stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "Good work, all of you. Dismissed."

As Izuku and the agents left the room, Agent Swift leaned in and whispered, "You know, Izuku, you're not just the strongest out there—you're also pretty cute when you're all serious like that."

Izuku blushed lightly, not expecting the compliment, but outwardly tried to play it cool. "I appreciate the compliment... but we have a mission to focus on."

Agent Tiger chuckled, teasing, "Yeah, but don't think you're getting out of this one. You've got three fans watching your back."

Izuku sighed inwardly, flattered by their words but keeping his cover intact as he walked forward, ready for whatever the next mission might bring.

Deep down, however, he knew that the challenges were only going to get tougher. With the Nomu defeated and the villains retreating, something darker was brewing, and he needed to be prepared.

Doctor Yamada's Laboratory

After the meeting, Izuku found Doctor Yamada in his private lab within the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters. The lab was a mix of advanced technology and traditional workspaces, the shelves lined with high-tech materials and gadgets in various stages of development. Doctor Yamada was already at his workstation, reviewing the Nomu samples under a microscope, but he looked up as Izuku entered.

"Ah, Izuku," Doctor Yamada greeted, straightening up from his examination. "I was expecting you. You've piqued my curiosity with that project you mentioned. So, what exactly did you have in mind?"

Izuku stepped forward, reaching into his coat to pull out a folded piece of paper. It was a detailed sketch of a battle uniform—his new battle uniform. "Doctor, this is what I need. I need a new uniform for my missions as Hit."

He handed over the paper, and Doctor Yamada carefully unfolded it, revealing the design. His keen eyes traced every line and note, taking in the detailed armor, the color palette, and the specifications.

"You're worried about someone making the connection between Izuku Midoriya, the U.A. student, and Hit, the legendary assassin," Yamada deduced immediately, glancing up at Izuku. "That's a valid concern, especially after the U.S.J. incident. If someone begins to suspect that the two of you—Izuku and Hit—are one and the same, your cover will be blown."

"Exactly," Izuku replied, nodding. "I've already taken care of keeping my abilities under wraps when I'm in my 'Izuku Midoriya' persona, but the issue is that if I keep using the same outfit as Hit, it won't take long for someone to start connecting the dots."

Doctor Yamada raised an eyebrow, still focused on the sketch. "So, you're looking for something completely different—a new identity within your identity. A uniform that conceals you even more than the one you currently use."

Izuku stepped closer to the doctor's workstation, his green eyes sharp. "Yes. I need something durable, strong enough to withstand serious combat, but flexible enough that I can move at high speeds. The material has to be black—blacker than the night sky. No one should be able to see me coming, even in low light. I also need it to have a hood and a face mask to completely conceal my features."

Doctor Yamada nodded, mentally calculating the requirements. "A full head covering. That's not too difficult. I'll ensure the fabric is breathable and reinforced to withstand hits without affecting your vision or hearing."

"Also," Izuku added, "I need a voice changer built into the mask. My voice is recognizable, and that's too much of a risk. If someone heard both Izuku Midoriya and Hit speak and realized they sounded the same, it would ruin everything. The voice changer should mask my actual voice, giving me a deeper, more menacing tone when I'm in action."

Doctor Yamada scratched his chin, studying the design further. "Hmm, yes. I can integrate a voice modulator into the mask. It'll be subtle enough not to be noticed but effective enough to completely distort your voice. Shouldn't be too difficult."

Izuku continued, leaning forward slightly. "I'm counting on you, Doctor. This uniform is critical. It needs to be flawless because I can't afford any mistakes. The U.S.J. incident was already too close for comfort. We're dealing with an enemy that's getting bolder and more dangerous by the day, and I need to be prepared for any situation."

Doctor Yamada set the sketch down on his desk and stood up, pacing slightly. "You're asking for a lot, but I've worked with more difficult requests in the past. With the resources and materials provided by the Hero Public Safety Commission, I'd say the uniform could be completed in about two weeks. That should be enough time for me to gather the proper materials and make the necessary adjustments based on your specifications."

Izuku smiled, relieved but still serious. "That's what I expected. Two weeks is a reasonable time frame. But, Doctor, I need to emphasize this—the uniform can't just be strong and durable. It needs to be silent. I can't have it making noise when I'm moving at high speeds or during close combat. If someone hears me coming, it defeats the entire purpose."

Doctor Yamada nodded thoughtfully. "Silent, durable, flexible, and black as night. Not an easy combination, but I've worked with similar challenges before. I'll make sure the fabric is lined with noise-dampening fibers. You'll be as quiet as a shadow."

"Perfect." Izuku gave a small nod of approval. "I also need something else—something discreet. A compartment within the uniform, where I can store items or tools without them being noticed. It should be hidden, but easy for me to access during a fight if needed."

Doctor Yamada raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the request. "A hidden compartment, eh? I assume this would be for collecting information or storing small, vital items. I'll make sure it's integrated into the design in a way that doesn't compromise the overall integrity of the uniform. It will remain subtle, but accessible."

Izuku stepped back, his expression calm but grateful. "That's exactly what I need. I knew I could trust you with this, Doctor. With everything that's happening, we can't afford to be careless. The villains are getting smarter, and we need to stay ahead of them."

Doctor Yamada chuckled softly. "Izuku, you're a remarkable individual. You've already thought of everything. I'll start on this project immediately, but I have to say—you're putting yourself in the crossfire. Your mission, your persona… It's not easy balancing all of this."

Izuku's face hardened, his resolve unwavering. "I've always known the risks, Doctor. This is the path I chose, and I have no regrets. I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about, and to complete my mission. That's why I can't afford any weaknesses, not in my uniform, not in my strategy."

Doctor Yamada smiled faintly, admiring the determination in the young man. "Understood. You'll have your new battle uniform in two weeks, Midoriya. Just be ready—it's going to be the best suit I've ever made."

Izuku nodded, stepping toward the door. "I'll be ready. Thank you, Doctor."

As Izuku left the lab, he felt a sense of anticipation building inside him. His new uniform would be the perfect tool to maintain his cover while allowing him to continue his mission as Hit. But he also knew that the battles ahead would be even more difficult than the ones he had faced before. The villains were growing stronger, and Izuku had to stay two steps ahead of them.

In two weeks, he'd have what he needed.

And he would be ready for whatever came next.

Back at U.A.

The aftermath of the U.S.J. incident weighed heavily on the U.A. staff as they gathered in Nezu's office. The air was tense, filled with the unspoken worry of what had just transpired. Nezu sat at the head of the table, his small paws folded neatly on the desk. To his right sat Eraserhead, his arms crossed and face impassive as usual, though his bandaged arms were a clear reminder of the day's events. Across the table, Recovery Girl sat silently, occasionally glancing toward All Might, who stood near the window, his silhouette looking more tired and burdened than usual.

The other teachers had already taken their seats—Midnight, Present Mic, Snipe, and Cementoss—all of them prepared for a difficult conversation. All eyes eventually turned toward All Might as Nezu opened the meeting.

"Let's begin," Nezu said, his soft voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "We've all reviewed the reports and spoken to the students about what occurred at the U.S.J. today. And we've already questioned the three agents who arrived on the scene to provide assistance. However, one question remains at the forefront of everyone's minds: Why wasn't All Might present?"

The teachers shifted slightly in their seats. All Might remained facing the window, his gaze distant as if he were still thinking about the battle he missed.

Finally, All Might turned around to face them, his face somber. "It's my fault. I wasn't able to make it to the U.S.J. because I had already used up the majority of my time in my muscle form before the incident occurred." He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. "I stopped a few dozen crimes along the way to U.A. earlier this morning. By the time I got to campus, I was already too close to my limit. When the U.S.J. attack happened, I simply… didn't have enough time left to make it there before reverting to my weaker form."

Midnight spoke up next, her tone understanding but worried. "We can't blame you for doing your duty as a hero, All Might. You saved lives earlier today before the attack. But… the fact that you weren't there when the students needed you most—" She didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"We were lucky the students and Eraserhead managed to hold on until reinforcements arrived," Cementoss added. "But it could have gone much worse."

Nezu nodded gravely. "We've avoided a catastrophe, but there are larger issues at play here. The villains knew exactly when to strike. They were expecting All Might to be there and planned their attack around it. They even created a creature—this 'Nomu'—specifically to kill him. This suggests that their intelligence is highly accurate."

Present Mic leaned forward, brows furrowed. "You're saying they've got a leak somewhere? Someone feeding them information?"

Nezu looked contemplative. "It's not out of the question. Whoever coordinated the attack knew about All Might's schedule and knew when he wouldn't be at U.A. That suggests someone within our walls may have provided that information."

The room went silent for a moment as the implications of Nezu's words settled in.

"Are you suggesting there's a traitor among us?" Midnight asked, her voice tense.

Nezu's eyes flicked across the room, considering his next words carefully. "It's a possibility we cannot ignore. There is reason to believe that the villains have a source within U.A. However, I want to be clear that this is just a theory at this point. We have no hard evidence, and I urge all of you not to act on assumptions."

All Might, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up, his voice low and filled with suspicion. "There is one student who stands out to me."

Everyone's attention turned toward him as he straightened, his usual calm demeanor replaced by unease.

"You're talking about Midoriya, aren't you?" Eraserhead spoke for the group, though his tone was more questioning than accusatory.

All Might nodded slowly. "Yes. Midoriya. He's… too skilled. He's smart—unnervingly smart for a first-year student. During the U.S.J. incident, he reached conclusions and strategies faster than even some of the pro heroes might have. He was calm under pressure, almost too calm. And his file…" All Might's voice darkened. "It says he's quirkless, yet he displays abilities far beyond what a quirkless individual could achieve through mere training. I've seen it myself."

"Midoriya's file is well documented," Eraserhead argued. "We've watched his progress, and yes, he's skilled, but I don't see that as suspicious. He's working hard to be a hero."

All Might shook his head. "You don't understand. There's more. Midoriya's abilities, his composure, his skill—they're not natural. I suspect…" He paused, his words heavy with accusation. "I suspect he may be working for All For One."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as All Might's words sank in.

"That's a bold claim, All Might," Recovery Girl finally said, her voice soft but firm. "And do you have any proof of this? Any actual evidence?"

All Might clenched his fists, the tension in his body growing more palpable. "I don't have proof, but think about it. All For One has been out there for years, plotting. What if Midoriya is one of his pawns? What if All For One gave him abilities in exchange for information? That would explain his rapid development and his behavior. It makes too much sense."

Nezu's sharp gaze focused on All Might. "You're accusing Midoriya of being the U.A. traitor based on circumstantial evidence and suspicion alone?"

All Might hesitated. "It's not just suspicion. It's everything he does—it's too perfect. Too planned. His instincts are too refined, especially for someone who is supposedly quirkless. He must have a connection to All For One."

Eraserhead leaned forward, his face unreadable. "All Might, you're forgetting that Midoriya was one of the students most vocal about saving lives during the U.S.J. attack. He ordered those agents to step in and save me, and without their help, I'd likely be in worse shape. If he's working for All For One, why would he act so selflessly?"

All Might opened his mouth to speak but hesitated again, unsure how to respond.

Nezu stepped in with his calm, calculated tone. "All Might, while I understand your concern, I believe we need to approach this carefully. Midoriya has shown exemplary behavior during his time at U.A., and there is no definitive proof linking him to All For One. Falsely accusing a student of such a serious offense could have severe consequences, not only for the student but for the entire school."

All Might looked conflicted, his usual confidence shaken. "I just… I have a bad feeling about him."

"I think we need more than just a bad feeling to go on," Midnight said, her voice soft but resolute.

Nezu nodded in agreement. "We will continue to investigate the possibility of a traitor, but for now, I want everyone to remain calm and keep this discussion confidential. There's no need to cause unnecessary panic among the students, especially after what they've been through."

All Might gritted his teeth but ultimately nodded. "I understand… but we need to be careful."

Nezu smiled gently. "Indeed. But until we have solid proof, we cannot make any assumptions. I suggest we all return to our duties and focus on supporting the students. They will need time to recover from the U.S.J. incident."

The meeting ended with the teachers exchanging quiet, uncertain glances. As they left the room, All Might lingered, still staring out the window, lost in his thoughts about Midoriya.

New Theory

After the meeting ended, All Might couldn't shake the gnawing doubt that plagued his mind. The students had left, but he lingered behind, pacing with his arms folded as Nezu and Eraserhead remained in the room. He turned to the two, his tone serious.

"Principal Nezu… Eraserhead, we need to discuss Midoriya further."

Nezu, ever perceptive, leaned forward in his chair, his paws folding atop his desk. "Yes, All Might? You seem to have a particular concern about him."

Eraserhead glanced at All Might from under his scruffy hair but stayed silent, observing the conversation quietly.

All Might sighed deeply, his expression darkened with concern. "I can't shake this feeling. There's something about Midoriya… something that doesn't add up. His combat skills, his quick thinking… it's not normal for a quirkless kid. It's like he's been trained, honed for battle. And the way he led those agents during the U.S.J. incident—it was too smooth, too natural. He doesn't just act like a student; he acts like a professional."

Nezu raised a brow, intrigued but cautious. "And you're suggesting…?"

All Might straightened, his fists clenching slightly. "I think Midoriya is connected to All For One or maybe someone—someone dangerous. I'm just not sure of who yet."

Eraserhead's gaze sharpened slightly, but he remained quiet, listening carefully to All Might's suspicions.

Nezu tilted his head. "Who exactly do you think this individual is, All Might?"

All Might took a breath, then continued. "Is there anyone out there—anyone who might be quirkless, but still possesses abilities that defy explanation? Someone who could have trained Midoriya in combat, strategy, and stealth?"

Eraserhead and Nezu exchanged a glance, the gears turning in their minds. It was Eraserhead who spoke first.

"There is someone... A name that's surfaced in criminal circles over the last five years. But he's not a hero. In fact, he's an assassin."

Nezu nodded solemnly. "Yes. He goes by the name Hit, or more commonly, 'The Legendary Assassin Hit.'"

All Might's eyes widened, the name unfamiliar but striking. "Hit? Who is this 'Hit'? Could he be involved in what's happening at U.A.?"

Nezu leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but heavy. "Hit is an enigma. He's been active internationally, operating in America, Europe, Asia… even here in Japan. Despite his notoriety, no one knows his true identity, or even his face. There are rumors that he is quirkless, yet his skills in combat and assassination are unmatched. His targets are often evildoers—criminals, leaders of crime syndicates, and corrupt officials. In some circles, he's considered a vigilante, a necessary evil who only kills those who 'deserve' it. However, the truth remains elusive."

Eraserhead added, "Hit is known for being efficient, silent, and deadly. No one has ever been able to track him down. He moves like a ghost."

All Might's expression darkened as the pieces began to click together. "An assassin, quirkless, with abilities that seem almost superhuman. It all fits. Midoriya has displayed skills that far exceed that of a normal student, let alone someone who claims to be quirkless. His file doesn't line up with what we've seen. What if… What if Midoriya is Hit's disciple? Or worse… his son?"

Eraserhead crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "It's a bold theory, All Might. But we don't have any real evidence to suggest Midoriya is connected to Hit."

All Might ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I know it's a leap, but the way Midoriya handles himself… he's too polished, too skilled for someone with no formal training. And his combat during the U.S.J. incident—it was too controlled. He was able to direct those agents like he'd been in charge before."

Nezu nodded thoughtfully but remained cautious. "It's true that Midoriya's skills are… unique, especially for a first-year. But we must be careful about drawing conclusions based on assumptions. If Midoriya is connected to Hit, we would need concrete proof before making any accusations."

All Might, not quite satisfied, pressed on. "But you've seen how he fights! His speed, his precision—it's not something a student would develop on their own. And his quirkless status… It doesn't add up. If Midoriya were trained by Hit, that would explain everything. He could have been groomed from a young age to fight, to adapt, and to think like an assassin."

Eraserhead finally spoke again, his tone more practical. "While it's true that Midoriya has skills beyond his years, that doesn't necessarily mean he's connected to an assassin. He could simply be… a prodigy. Not every talented student is tied to a criminal."

Nezu raised a paw. "And let's not forget that during the U.S.J. incident, Midoriya was instrumental in saving lives. His actions were that of a hero, not an assassin. If he were working with Hit—or anyone else in the underworld—why would he go out of his way to protect his classmates and teacher?"

All Might's eyes flickered with frustration. "What if it's all part of a cover? What if he's hiding in plain sight, waiting for the right moment?"

Nezu shook his head gently. "All Might, while your concerns are valid, we must remain cautious. We have no evidence that Midoriya is involved with Hit or that he's anything other than what he claims to be—a student trying to become a hero."

Eraserhead leaned against the wall, his voice low but firm. "Besides, accusing a student without solid proof could backfire. We're dealing with enough right now after the U.S.J. incident. The last thing we need is to create more chaos by falsely accusing someone of being connected to a notorious assassin."

All Might clenched his fists, clearly conflicted. "I get what you're saying, but… I can't ignore this feeling. Midoriya is hiding something. I can feel it. And if it turns out he's working with someone like Hit, it could be catastrophic."

Nezu's gaze softened, but his tone remained resolute. "I understand, All Might. But for now, we watch and wait. Keep an eye on Midoriya, yes, but don't act on impulse. We don't want to alienate a potentially innocent student."

All Might exhaled slowly, his frustration palpable. "Fine. I'll keep an eye on him. But if I find anything, anything at all, I'll bring it to you immediately."

Nezu smiled gently. "That's all we ask. Patience, All Might. Sometimes, the truth reveals itself in time."

Eraserhead nodded in agreement. "We can't jump to conclusions. We've got enough on our plates. If Midoriya is innocent, accusing him could do more harm than good."

All Might's shoulders slumped slightly, but he gave a resigned nod. "You're right. But I'm not letting this go. If there's even a chance that Midoriya is connected to Hit, I'll find out."

With that, All Might turned and left the office, though the weight of his suspicions still hung heavy on his shoulders.

Once the door closed behind him, Nezu sighed softly, glancing at Eraserhead.

"You think he's right?" Eraserhead asked quietly.

Nezu paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. "It's possible. Midoriya is… different. But until we know for sure, we must tread carefully. We can't risk losing a good student based on paranoia."

Eraserhead nodded, his arms crossed. "And this 'Hit'? Should we be worried?"

Nezu's gaze became thoughtful, almost distant. "If Hit is real, then yes… But for now, we focus on what we can control. Midoriya's actions at U.A. have been that of a hero, not a criminal. We'll keep watching, and we'll see what unfolds."

Eraserhead gave a short nod. "And if All Might is right?"

Nezu smiled softly, his voice calm but firm. "Then we'll deal with that when the time comes."

And with that, the conversation ended, but the shadow of suspicion still hung over Midoriya in All Might's mind.

At Home

Later that evening, Izuku returned home from the chaos of the U.S.J. attack. He opened the door, feeling the familiar warmth of his home envelop him. His mother, Inko, was in the kitchen as usual, preparing dinner, but he knew she'd been worried all day after hearing the news about the villains' invasion.

As he stepped into the house, he took a deep breath and called out, "Mom, I'm home."

Inko immediately rushed out from the kitchen, her eyes wide with relief. "Izuku! Oh, thank goodness! You're alright!" She hurried toward him, looking him over quickly as if to check for any injuries. "I heard about what happened at U.A.! Villains attacked? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Izuku gave her a soft smile, trying to reassure her. "I'm fine, Mom. Really. I handled it."

Inko exhaled deeply, relief flooding her. She knew what "handled it" meant when it came from Izuku. Her son wasn't just any ordinary student at U.A. She knew the truth, the full truth—he wasn't just training to become a hero, but was also operating in the shadows as an assassin for the Hero Public Safety Commission. The assassin known as Hit.

Though the truth weighed heavily on her heart, she understood his reasoning. She knew he did it to protect people, to eliminate dangerous threats that others couldn't handle, and to safeguard the future.

Still, knowing didn't make it any easier.

"You… took care of it, didn't you?" Inko asked, her voice quiet and steady, though her eyes betrayed her concern. She always tried to balance her love and worry for her son with her understanding of why he did what he did.

Izuku nodded, looking down for a moment before meeting her eyes. "Yeah, I killed it. The Nomu. It wasn't human, just some kind of monster they created to kill All Might. I didn't have a choice, Mom."

Inko nodded slowly, taking in his words. "I see," she whispered, her voice wavering just a little. "I trust you, Izuku. I know that whatever you did, it was because you had to… because there was no other way." She sat down on the couch, her hands trembling slightly as she processed the reality of it all. "But it's still hard to hear that… that you had to take another life, even if it was a monster."

Izuku walked over and sat beside her, placing his hand gently on hers. "I know, Mom. I wish there was another way. But that thing wasn't like any villain we've faced. It was built to kill. If I hadn't stopped it, it would've killed everyone. Mr. Aizawa was nearly torn apart before I stepped in."

Inko squeezed his hand, nodding as she looked at him with tears forming in her eyes. "I know, Izuku. I know. And I'm glad you're here. I'm so proud of the hero you're becoming. But... I can't help worrying about the path you're on, with the Commission and the risks you're taking."

Izuku's heart softened. He had always appreciated his mom's understanding of his double life, and despite everything, she remained his biggest supporter. "I don't want you to worry, Mom. I'm always careful. You know me—I'm methodical. I've never lost a fight, and I'm not planning to start now."

Inko smiled softly, though her tears were still there. "You always say that, and I know you're strong, but I'm still your mother. I'll always worry about you. I'm just glad that you're alright, and that no one else got seriously hurt. What about your classmates? How are they?"

Izuku's expression lightened. "They're okay. A few of them were shaken up, but no one was seriously injured, thanks to me and some backup. Aizawa-sensei, though… he got hurt pretty bad. But he'll recover."

Inko nodded slowly, absorbing his words. "I'm glad. And I'm glad you were there to protect them. You really are growing into an incredible hero, Izuku. But… promise me you'll always come back. I don't care what it takes—I need you to come back to me."

Izuku smiled, his heart swelling with affection for his mother. "I promise, Mom. No matter what happens, I'll always come back."

Inko hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. "You've always been strong, even when you didn't have a quirk. I just… I wish you didn't have to do all this alone. You have so much responsibility already. But I'm proud of you. I just… I don't want you to lose yourself in all of this."

"I won't, Mom," Izuku said, his voice firm but kind. "I know who I am. I'm doing this to protect everyone. To make the world a better place."

Inko pulled back slightly to look at him, her hands resting on his cheeks. "I know, Izuku. Just… don't forget to live your life too. Don't let the world's weight crush you."

Izuku nodded, appreciating her words. "I won't. I have you to remind me of that."

Inko smiled, wiping her eyes. "Good. And please, next time you see Mr. Aizawa, tell him to get well soon from me."

"I will, Mom. Thanks," Izuku said, standing up as he headed toward his room.

"And Izuku?" Inko called after him, her voice soft but loving. "I love you. No matter what."

"I love you too, Mom," Izuku replied with a gentle smile before heading off to rest, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he always had his mother's unwavering support.

After Hours

It was late at night, and the moon hung lazily in the sky. Izuku had just finished tucking his mother into bed, ensuring she was comfortable and had everything she needed. After a long day of dealing with both the U.S.J. incident and his intensive training regimen, his body ached for relaxation. Fortunately, he knew just the place: the Hero Public Safety Commission's private hot springs. Reserved only for top agents, it was the perfect place for him to unwind. And being the Commission's top assassin, the privilege was naturally his.

As Izuku entered the hot spring area, the calming scent of mineral-rich water filled his senses. The warm steam enveloped him as he stripped off his clothes and sank into the hot, soothing water. A sigh escaped his lips as the tension in his muscles began to melt away.

"This is nice," Izuku thought to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment. But his peace was about to be interrupted—though not unpleasantly.

Suddenly, he heard the light padding of footsteps approaching. His eyes snapped open, only to see four familiar figures entering the hot spring area: Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant), Miya (Agent Swift), Welanna (Agent Fang), and Mizelia (Agent Tiger).

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Kaina teased, her voice a sultry mix of amusement and mischief as she entered the spring with the others. "Looks like someone's getting some much-needed relaxation."

Izuku blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Lady Nagant? Agent Swift, Fang, Tiger—what are you all doing here?" His tone was more confused than accusatory.

Before he could say anything more, Kaina cut him off with a knowing smile. "After hours, you don't have to call us by our work names, you know. It's Kaina."

Miya grinned, sliding into the water beside him. "And you can call me Miya."

Welanna added with a playful wink, "Welanna."

"And I'm Mizelia," Agent Tiger said, her voice carrying a seductive edge as she joined the group in the hot spring.

Izuku felt a twinge of embarrassment rise in his chest. "Uh… okay," he managed, his mind still adjusting to the sudden change of dynamic. It wasn't often that he saw them like this—off duty, relaxed, and far more casual than their professional personas.

Kaina, Miya, Welanna, and Mizelia had always admired Izuku's strength, both as a top-tier assassin and as a student striving to be a hero, but now they were letting their feelings show in a more... personal way.

"You've been working so hard lately, Izuku," Kaina said, her voice softer now as she moved closer to him. "Between U.A. and your work with the Commission, you hardly get a break."

Miya nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "So we thought you deserved a little treat. After all, it's not every day you single-handedly kill a Nomu and protect a whole class of students."

Izuku scratched the back of his head awkwardly, unsure how to respond to the praise. "I-I was just doing my job…"

Welanna smirked. "Well, we think you did more than that. You saved lives today. And it's time someone took care of you for a change."

Mizelia moved behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles she found there. "We wanted to help you relax, Izuku. After all, it's not just work; you've been juggling so much with school and everything else."

Izuku tensed up, his body still unaccustomed to such direct attention, especially from four incredibly attractive women who clearly admired him. "I appreciate it, really… but—"

Before he could finish his thought, Kaina smiled and placed a finger over his lips, silencing him gently. "Shh, you've done enough talking. You've earned this, Izuku."

As they began helping him wash up, Izuku's face flushed slightly, clearly embarrassed by the situation. The four women moved with care and affection, their hands helping him clean off the stress of the day. Despite his embarrassment, their touch was comforting, and for the first time in a long while, Izuku allowed himself to simply... relax.

"You know," Miya said teasingly as she moved closer, "by the time you graduate from U.A., you're going to be spending a lot more private time with us. And I don't just mean in the hot springs either."

Izuku's eyes widened at her words, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "W-wait, what?" he stammered, not quite sure how to respond to her flirtatious tone.

Welanna laughed softly, seeing his flustered reaction. "Oh, come on, Izuku. You're cute when you're embarrassed. We're just saying you're going to need some… company after all the stress you deal with."

"Exactly," Mizelia added with a playful grin. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you when that time comes."

Izuku blinked, feeling utterly out of his element in this situation. He had fought monsters, taken down criminals, and infiltrated dangerous organizations… but this? This was a whole new battlefield for him.

"Uh, I-I…" Izuku fumbled over his words, unsure how to respond to their teasing. He was flattered, certainly, but also incredibly self-conscious about the attention.

Seeing his flustered expression, Kaina chuckled softly. "Relax, Izuku. We're not going to push you into anything. We just wanted you to know that you're not alone. We've got your back, no matter what. And you can count on us for more than just fighting alongside you."

Miya smiled softly, her tone more serious now. "If you ever need to talk, or just… unwind after a hard day, we're here for you. You don't have to carry everything on your own."

Izuku nodded slowly, grateful for their support, even if their teasing left him a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you. Really."

After settling into bed, the air was still warm from the hot spring and filled with a comforting sense of ease. Izuku was finally starting to relax, the tension of the day slowly fading away. Lying between Kaina, Miya, Welanna, and Mizelia, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered by the closeness. His heart pounded in his chest as they all nestled closer, creating a protective circle around him.

"Goodnight, Izuku," Kaina whispered softly from his left side, her voice low and affectionate.

"Sleep tight, cutie," Miya added with a wink from his right.

Welanna giggled as she lay beside him. "We're not going anywhere. We'll always be here when you need us."

Mizelia chimed in from the foot of the bed, playfully tugging on his blanket. "Just call for us, and we'll be there."

Izuku smiled, though his cheeks burned red from the warmth and intimacy of their words. He was about to say something, but before he could, Kaina leaned in and planted a slow, gentle kiss on his lips. Izuku's eyes widened in shock at the sudden contact. But it didn't stop there.

Next, Miya brushed his cheek with her fingers before pressing her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss that left Izuku's heart racing. Welanna wasn't far behind, leaning in to place her own kiss on his lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Finally, Mizelia gave him a deep, teasing kiss that sent a shiver down his spine. They were each different, yet all equally filled with affection, each kiss an expression of their appreciation and care for him.

After a moment, Izuku blinked, now thoroughly flustered, his entire face flushed red. "Wh-who… who was that?" he stammered, trying to figure out who had kissed him first, his mind reeling from the rapid series of soft, sweet kisses.

Kaina chuckled softly from his side, running her fingers through his hair. "Does it matter, Izuku?"

"We don't mind sharing you," Miya added with a playful smirk, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him closer. "It doesn't have to be just one of us, you know."

Welanna laughed softly. "Exactly. We all like you, Izuku. So, who says you have to pick one of us?"

Mizelia's voice came in smoothly from the foot of the bed. "Besides, it's not like we're competing. We all care about you."

Izuku, completely overwhelmed, didn't know how to respond. His heart was racing, and his face felt like it was on fire. He had never experienced anything like this before—four incredibly strong, beautiful women, each showing him affection in their own unique way.

"Y-you're all too kind..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure of what else to say. He looked at each of them, feeling both incredibly lucky and slightly embarrassed by all the attention.

Kaina smiled warmly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Get some rest, Izuku. You've earned it."

"We'll be right here," Miya added, nuzzling his neck gently.

Izuku closed his eyes, the warmth of their bodies surrounding him, making him feel safe, protected, and loved. "Thank you… all of you…"

And with that, he drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't known in a long time. The gentle breaths of the women around him and their comforting presence made him realize that he didn't have to carry the weight of the world alone. They were there for him, and in that moment, he truly felt cared for.

Early Morning with a Friend

The sun had barely risen when Izuku groggily rolled out of bed. The morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. After shaking off the remnants of sleep, Izuku quietly stretched and slipped out from the tangle of blankets, careful not to wake Kaina, Miya, Welanna, and Mizelia, who were still peacefully resting. He put on his workout gear, the familiar weight of responsibility settling back onto his shoulders. Another day. Another mission. But first—his workout routine.

As Izuku made his way to the training grounds, he noticed something unusual. The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed faintly, the telltale sign that someone was already there. Izuku quickened his pace, curiosity piqued, and upon reaching the open area, he found himself looking at a familiar figure.

Hitoshi Shinso stood there, wearing his own training gear, his purple hair in a tousled mess as always, and a perpetually tired look on his face, giving off strong "teen version of Aizawa" vibes. His eyes, half-lidded with fatigue, were already focused on whatever inner challenge he had set for himself. He'd clearly been at it for a while, judging by the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Hitoshi?" Izuku called, surprise evident in his tone.

Shinso turned slowly to face him, offering a half-smile that was more tired than happy. "Morning, Izuku. I figured I'd get a head start before the usual grind."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he approached his friend. "Didn't expect to see you here this early," he said, genuinely curious. "It's been a while since we trained together this early."

Shinso shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... couldn't sleep." He turned back to his training, his voice slightly muffled. "Thought I'd get some extra work in before school. You know, gotta keep up if I'm gonna make it into the hero course."

Izuku felt a warm sense of familiarity wash over him. Hitoshi was the one person who truly understood him, the only person who knew about his double life and accepted him for it. The two had met years ago, when Shinso had been dealing with the stigma of having a "villainous quirk." Izuku had immediately seen past that—he understood what it was like to be judged for something beyond your control.

Shinso's quirk, Brainwashing, allowed him to take control of people's actions if they responded to his questions. But instead of seeing him as a threat, Izuku had taken the lonely boy under his wing, inviting him to live at the Hero Public Safety Commission HQ and even teaching him to use Ki. Over the years, their bond had grown stronger, and Hitoshi had become Izuku's only real friend.

Izuku smirked, a small but genuine smile forming on his lips. "You don't have to push yourself too hard, you know. You're already miles ahead of where you were when we started training together."

Hitoshi let out a tired chuckle, dropping to the ground and starting a set of push-ups. "Thanks, but I'm not taking any chances. Not when I've got a shot at the hero course next Sport Festival."

Izuku watched him for a moment before stepping forward, rolling his shoulders. "Mind if I join in?"

Shinso glanced up from his push-ups and gave a nod. "Wouldn't be the same without you."

The two trained in comfortable silence for a while. Shinso was far quieter than most people, which suited Izuku just fine. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared history of hardship and a deep respect for each other's strengths. They didn't need to fill the silence with words—just being there together was enough.

As they transitioned into sparring, Shinso wiped the sweat from his brow, his breathing steady despite the exertion. "You know... I heard about what happened at the U.S.J. yesterday."

Izuku froze for a brief second, his stance faltering slightly before he recovered. He should have known that Shinso would've heard. Hitoshi was sharp like that—always paying attention to the undercurrent of events.

"Yeah," Izuku admitted quietly, throwing a half-hearted punch toward Shinso's midsection, which was swiftly blocked. "It was... intense."

Shinso ducked under Izuku's next jab, countering with a leg sweep that Izuku easily dodged. "You took down a creature designed to kill All Might, didn't you?" There was no judgment in his voice, only curiosity. "And you managed to kill it in two hits?"

Izuku sighed, lowering his guard for a moment. "I didn't have much of a choice. That thing would have torn through the others if I didn't stop it."

Shinso stopped moving for a moment, giving Izuku a long, appraising look. "You really don't mess around, do you?"

Izuku chuckled. "I don't have the luxury of holding back."

There was another pause, then Shinso cracked a small smile. "Good. I'd expect nothing less from the guy who trained me."

They continued their sparring for a while longer before eventually settling on the ground, taking a break. As they rested, Shinso glanced sideways at Izuku.

"Izuku," he began, his voice more serious now. "Thanks. For everything. You know... not giving up on me back then. I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

Izuku looked over at his friend, feeling a warmth in his chest. "Don't thank me for that. You're strong, Hitoshi. Always have been. You just needed someone to see it." He gave him a playful nudge. "Besides, we're in this together, right?"

Shinso grinned. "Yeah. Together."

They sat there for a while, the morning sun rising higher in the sky as they prepared to face another day, side by side, just like they always had.

Flashback - Three Years Ago

The day was cold and gray, the sun barely peeking through the thick blanket of clouds overhead. Izuku, then a quiet boy still honing his craft as both an assassin and a hero-in-training, was walking through the bustling streets of Musutafu. He had finished another training session at the Hero Public Safety Commission and had decided to take a detour before heading home. As he walked through the less-traveled side streets, something made him stop in his tracks—a gut feeling, a sense that something wasn't right.

That's when he saw him.

A boy, about the same age as Izuku, slumped against a brick wall in an alleyway. His purple hair was messy and matted with dirt, and his face was bruised, fresh cuts visible on his cheeks. His clothes were torn, and his eyes—those tired, hopeless eyes—were half-closed, as if he were too exhausted to care about what happened next.

Izuku's heart clenched at the sight. He had seen that look before—the look of someone who had been cast aside, beaten down by a world that didn't understand them. It was the same look Izuku had worn when he was younger, abandoned by his own family. Without a second thought, Izuku walked into the alley and crouched down in front of the boy.

"Hey," Izuku called out softly, careful not to startle him. "Are you okay?"

The boy didn't respond at first, just staring down at the ground as if Izuku's voice barely registered. After a moment, he finally looked up, his tired eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What do you want?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Izuku held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I don't want anything. I just... saw you sitting here and thought maybe you needed some help."

The boy snorted bitterly, wincing as the movement aggravated a cut on his lip. "Help? That's a first."

Izuku sat down on the cold pavement next to him, making sure to keep his voice calm and gentle. "What happened to you?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering toward Izuku as if trying to determine whether or not he could be trusted. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again.

"I got into another fight," he muttered, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Same thing every time. People think I'm a villain because of my quirk. Brainwashing." He spat the word out like it was poison. "All I have to do is ask someone a question, and if they answer, I can make them do whatever I want. Everyone hates me for it. Thinks I'm some kind of freak."

Izuku felt a surge of anger—anger not at the boy, but at the people who had hurt him, rejected him. He knew all too well what it was like to be misunderstood, to be judged for something you couldn't control. But instead of showing his anger, Izuku kept his voice calm, understanding.

"I know what that's like," Izuku said quietly. "To be judged for something you can't change."

The boy blinked, surprised by Izuku's words. He stared at him for a moment before finally asking, "What do you mean?"

"I'm... quirkless," They all looked down on me, too, treated me like I was less than them because I didn't have a quirk. But I didn't let that stop me. I trained, I got stronger, and I proved them wrong."

The boy's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of interest lighting up in his tired gaze. "You... really? You are quirkless?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah. And I know it's not exactly the same as what you're going through, but... I understand what it's like to be rejected because of something you can't control."

For the first time since their conversation started, the boy looked at Izuku with something other than suspicion or bitterness. There was a hint of something else—hope, maybe. Or at least the faintest flicker of it.

"What's your name?" Izuku asked, offering a small, genuine smile.

"Hitoshi," the boy muttered, lowering his gaze. "Hitoshi Shinso."

"Shinso," Izuku repeated, committing the name to memory. "Well, Shinso, you don't have to be alone anymore. If you want... you can come live with me."

Shinso's head snapped up, shock evident on his face. "W-What?" he stammered. "Live with you? Why would you...?"

Izuku smiled warmly, standing up and offering Shinso his hand. "Because I don't care about what your quirk is or how other people see you. I just see someone who's been hurt and needs a place to belong. I know what that's like, too."

Shinso stared at Izuku's hand for a long moment, as if he couldn't believe that someone was offering him kindness. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and took Izuku's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

"You really don't care?" Shinso asked quietly, his voice almost vulnerable. "About my quirk?"

Izuku shook his head. "Not at all. To me, you're just Hitoshi."

For the first time since they'd met, Shinso allowed himself a small, genuine smile. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there.

"Okay," Shinso said softly. "I'll go with you."

And from that day on, the two of them had been best friends. Shinso moved into the Hero Public Safety Commission HQ with Izuku, and under Izuku's guidance, he began to train—not just his body, but his mind. Izuku taught him everything he knew about Ki, how to harness it, control it. Together, they pushed each other to become stronger, to defy the expectations placed on them by a world that didn't understand them.

Present Day

As Izuku and Hitoshi finished their morning workout, Izuku couldn't help but smile to himself, remembering that fateful day. He looked over at his friend, who was wiping sweat from his brow with a towel.

"You've come a long way since then, you know," Izuku said, a touch of pride in his voice.

Shinso glanced at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Thanks. So have you."

Izuku chuckled softly. "Guess we're both proving people wrong."

Shinso nodded, and for a moment, the two stood in comfortable silence, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

"So, how have you been doing in the general education course at U.A.?" Izuku asked, genuinely interested. "Are things getting any better?"

Hitoshi shrugged slightly, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. "It's not too bad, I guess. People still tend to leave me alone, which is fine by me. I just focus on my training and studying." He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I've learned to not let it bother me as much anymore. I mean, it is what it is."

Izuku nodded, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. "That's good to hear. I know it can't be easy. But it's impressive that you're able to keep pushing through like that. Have you been training your quirk more?"

"Yeah, I've been practicing," Hitoshi replied, his tone brightening a bit. "I've been working on improving my control over my brainwashing ability. It's a bit tricky, but I think I'm getting there. I want to make sure I can use it effectively if I ever have to."

"I know you will," Izuku said, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "You've always been determined. Plus, I've seen how hard you train. Just remember, you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Hitoshi looked at Izuku, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Midoriya. That means a lot. Sometimes it feels like I'm in this fight by myself, but knowing I have your support makes it easier."

Izuku shook his head. "You're never alone, Hitoshi. We're in this together. Besides, it's not just about training. You're a strong person, both mentally and physically. Keep believing in yourself."

Hitoshi smiled faintly, feeling a bit of warmth in his chest. "I'll try. It's just tough sometimes, you know? But hearing you say that really helps."

Izuku's expression softened, and he clapped Hitoshi on the shoulder. "We'll both keep getting stronger, together. Just like we promised."

"Yeah," Hitoshi replied, his confidence returning. "Together."

The two friends shared a moment of understanding, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, supporting each other every step of the way.

U.A. High School

The students of Class 1-A sat in their classroom, chatting among themselves about the events of the U.S.J. incident. Most of them were still processing what had happened, and their conversations often returned to one person: Izuku Midoriya.

The door to the classroom slid open, and Izuku stepped inside, his usual calm and composed demeanor intact. The moment he entered, a wave of students rushed toward him.

"Midoriya! Thank you so much for what you did back there!" Mina Ashido exclaimed, her pink face lighting up with gratitude. "That was seriously amazing! You saved us!"

"Yeah, you were incredible, Midoriya!" Denki Kaminari chimed in. "Taking on that Nomu like it was nothing? That was insane!"

"Insane doesn't even cover it," Kirishima added, his sharp teeth showing as he grinned. "That was totally manly! You took down that monster without breaking a sweat."

Several other students nodded in agreement, expressing their thanks in various ways. Tsuyu Asui tilted her head slightly and spoke in her calm tone, "You handled that situation really well, Midoriya. If it weren't for you, things could've been much worse, ribbit."

"Honestly, I'm just glad we're all okay," Izuku replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "It wasn't just me; everyone did their part. Those three agents helped out with distracting the Nomu and gave me time to attack it where it was weakest. And the U.A. teachers helped, too even if they should up after to heal anyone with injuries."

"You're too modest, Midoriya," Momo Yaoyorozu said, stepping forward with a polite smile. "But the fact remains, you saved us and Mr. Aizawa. For that, we're grateful."

While most of the class eagerly thanked Izuku, two students remained noticeably silent.

Shoto Todoroki sat at his desk, arms crossed, observing the scene with his usual stoic expression. His mismatched eyes stayed fixed on Izuku, watching him closely but saying nothing. He seemed deep in thought, analyzing the boy who had defeated the Nomu with such precision and strength.

Meanwhile, Katsuki Bakugo sat in his seat at the back of the classroom, fists clenched and teeth grinding in frustration. His scarlet eyes glared daggers at Izuku as the rest of the class fawned over him. In his mind, an angry monologue looped on repeat.

That damn Deku… Why does he always have to one-up me?! Bakugo seethed internally. That stupid monster should've been mine to fight! I would've blown it to bits and shown everyone just how strong I am! But no, Deku had to jump in and steal the spotlight. And now everyone's treating him like he's some big-shot hero. He's probably loving every second of this, acting all humble like he doesn't care. But I know better. He's mocking me. Laughing at me!

Izuku, who genuinely didn't enjoy the attention, kept his composure despite the chaos around him. Inside, he felt a twinge of unease. He could sense Bakugo's anger radiating from the back of the room, and he noticed Todoroki's silent gaze. It was clear that not everyone was thrilled with him, and that only added to the awkwardness he already felt.

Trying to redirect the attention, Izuku raised his hands slightly. "Seriously, guys, I appreciate it, but I was just doing what any of us would've done. Let's not forget that we all worked together to make it through that. And Mr. Aizawa—he was the real hero that day."

"But you killed the Nomu!" Mina exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "That thing was terrifying, and you just—boom!—took it out!"

"Yeah, seriously, Midoriya," Kaminari added. "You're, like, a pro already!"

"I'm really not," Izuku said, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "I just—"

"Alright, that's enough," Aizawa's voice interrupted as he entered the room, his usual tired tone cutting through the chatter. "You're still first-year students. Let's not start treating Midoriya like he's a pro hero just yet."

The class quieted down, though a few students still glanced at Izuku with admiration. Bakugo huffed loudly, muttering under his breath as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed tightly.

Todoroki, meanwhile, shifted his gaze to Aizawa as the lesson began, but not before casting one last glance at Izuku, his thoughts hidden behind his calm exterior.

As the class settled in, Izuku couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. While he appreciated the gratitude, the weight of the attention was something he wasn't entirely comfortable with. He glanced briefly at Bakugo and Todoroki, knowing there were still some walls between him and his classmates, and silently vowed to keep proving himself—not for recognition, but for his own sense of purpose.

Aizawa stood at the front of the class, his perpetually tired gaze sweeping over his students. He had been uncharacteristically quiet for the first part of the day, allowing them to settle after the hectic emotions that followed the U.S.J. incident. Now, however, it was time to address something crucial.

"All right, listen up," he started, pulling everyone's attention immediately. His monotone voice carried an unusual weight today, commanding focus. "Your fight isn't over."

The room fell silent. The words hit like a hammer, and for a moment, panic flared across the faces of the students.

"Wait—does that mean we're going to be attacked again?" Mina Ashido blurted out, her voice tinged with alarm.

"Are more villains targeting us?" Kaminari added, nervously scratching the back of his head.

Aizawa's gaze didn't waver, but he raised a hand to stop the growing chorus of murmurs. "No. Not like that. Calm down."

The class collectively exhaled in relief, though a sense of tension still lingered in the room.

"What I mean," Aizawa continued, "is that your next challenge is already on the horizon. The U.A. Sports Festival is coming up."

The announcement was met with a mix of emotions. A few students gasped, while others exchanged surprised glances. The Sports Festival was one of the biggest events in the hero world—a chance for young aspiring heroes to showcase their abilities in front of top pro heroes and agencies.

"The Sports Festival?" Kirishima said, his tone a mix of excitement and surprise. "Already? That's awesome! I've been waiting for this!"

"Isn't it a little soon for something like that?" Tsuyu asked, her brow furrowed in concern. "We were just attacked by actual villains not too long ago. Shouldn't we take more time to recover, ribbit?"

"Yeah, no offense, but I don't think most of us are in the right headspace for a festival," Jiro added, her expression thoughtful.

Aizawa met their concerns with a steady, unwavering gaze. "I understand why you might feel that way. But here's the reality: if we cancel or delay the festival, it will send a message to the villains—that we're afraid of them. That we're weak. And heroes don't show weakness to the enemy."

The room grew quiet again as his words sank in. Aizawa's logic was blunt, but it struck a chord. For all their fears and uncertainties, they were training to become heroes. And heroes didn't back down.

"This isn't just a festival," Aizawa continued. "It's a chance for you to prove yourselves—not just to the pro heroes who will be watching, but to the villains who thought they could break us. Show them that you're stronger than they think."

Most of the students nodded in agreement, their initial hesitation replaced with resolve. The prospect of showcasing their strength to both heroes and villains alike began to spark excitement among the class.

"So, when does it start?" Kirishima asked, grinning. "Because I'm ready to show off what I've got!"

"You have two full weeks to train and prepare," Aizawa replied. "Take that time seriously. Use it to grow stronger, refine your quirks, and strategize. This is your opportunity to be spotted by pro heroes. Don't waste it."

The class buzzed with energy now, most of them already thinking about how they would train and what they needed to improve.

"I'm so pumped!" Mina exclaimed, nearly bouncing in her seat. "I'm gonna work on my moves and really nail my Acid Veil this time!"

"Same here," Kaminari chimed in. "I'll make sure I don't short-circuit myself in front of everyone."

However, one group of students had a different plan in mind.

"Hey, Midoriya!" Kirishima called out, his sharp-toothed grin lighting up his face. "You're insanely strong, man. Mind helping me with some training? Maybe you can show me how you fought that Nomu so I can level up my moves!"

"Yeah, me too!" Mina added, her enthusiasm contagious. "You're so good at strategy—can you help me come up with some combos?"

"I'd love to see what kind of workouts you do," Jiro said, leaning forward. "It might help me build some endurance for my Sound Amplifier attacks."

Several other classmates chimed in with similar requests, their eagerness to train with Izuku almost overwhelming.

Izuku, however, raised his hands apologetically, a small, sheepish smile on his face. "Ah, sorry, everyone. I'd love to help, but I already promised a close friend of mine that I'd be training with him during this time."

The class collectively groaned in disappointment, their hopes dashed.

"Come on, Midoriya," Kaminari whined. "You can't fit us into your schedule, even just a little?"

Izuku chuckled nervously and shook his head. "Sorry. My schedule's already pretty packed. But if you want, we can take a rain check. I'll definitely help you guys out some other time."

Though still disappointed, most of the students nodded in understanding. It wasn't like they could blame him—after all, he had just saved them from a terrifying villain attack, and he had a right to his own training time.

"Fine," Mina said with an exaggerated sigh. "But you better promise to help us out after the festival."

"Deal," Izuku replied with a smile.

The day was winding down, and the bell had rung to dismiss Class 1-A. As the students began to pack up and head for the door, they quickly realized they were unable to leave. The hallway outside their classroom was packed with students from other classes, all crowding around to see the "famous" Class 1-A. A cacophony of voices filled the air as the other students gawked, whispered, and, in some cases, jeered.

"So this is Class 1-A, huh? The ones who got attacked by villains?" a student from Class 1-B said with a smirk. "Doesn't look all that impressive."

"Guess that means the villains were pretty weak if you guys managed to survive," another added, eliciting snickers from the crowd.

The students of Class 1-A, still reeling from the traumatic U.S.J. incident, were not in the mood for insults. Tensions rose immediately, and several of them scowled at the taunts.

"What the hell did you just say?!" Bakugo barked, his voice booming over the chatter. His explosive temper was already at its breaking point. "You think those villains were weak?! I'll blow your damn face off, extras!"

"Bakugo, calm down!" Iida tried to intervene, waving his arms frantically. "Let's handle this diplomatically!"

"That's rich coming from someone who hides behind that stupid tie of yours!" another student sneered. "What's it like being overshadowed by all the 'better' students in your own class?"

The insult landed harshly, and Iida's composure faltered. Even more of Class 1-A started to bristle, anger flickering in their eyes.

As the back-and-forth escalated, Izuku stood silently, observing the exchange. Finally, he stepped forward and addressed the crowd with a calm but firm tone.

"Why are you bad-mouthing my class?" Izuku asked, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

The taunting students turned to face him. One of them spoke up, his tone laced with bitterness. "Oh, don't act so innocent, Midoriya. You and your class think you're so special, don't you? You're all so lucky to have even gotten the attention of real villains, while the rest of us are just ignored!"

Izuku's emerald eyes narrowed. His expression darkened, and a subtle but undeniable wave of killing intent rolled off him like a suffocating fog. The surrounding students froze in place, their jeers silenced instantly.

"So you're telling me," Izuku began, his voice low and cold, "that you're all jealous of my class because you weren't the ones the villains tried to kill? Are you serious? That's the most pitiful thing I've ever heard."

The crowd remained silent, pinned down by the weight of his words and the suffocating intensity of his aura.

"You mean to tell me," Izuku continued, his voice rising slightly, "that you actually want villains to try to kill you? Is that what I'm hearing from you right now?"

The students' expressions shifted from smug to conflicted, and they averted their gazes. Izuku's words had struck a nerve, forcing them to reconsider their behavior.

"Let me give you some advice," Izuku said, his tone unwavering. "If you're going to envy something, envy our strength, our determination to survive, and the fact that we fought to protect each other. But don't—don't—wish for a situation that puts your life or anyone else's life in danger. Now, move out of my way before I get seriously mad."

To emphasize his point, Izuku intensified his killing intent just a fraction more. The students scattered like leaves in a storm, fleeing down the hallway without a word. All except one.

"Yo, Izuku," came a calm voice from the side. It was Hitoshi Shinso, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He had been patiently waiting for Izuku to finish up so they could begin their training session.

"Oh, Hitoshi!" Izuku greeted, his serious demeanor softening into a friendly smile. "Sorry about the delay."

"It's fine," Hitoshi replied with a shrug, pushing off the wall. "I got here early anyway."

Izuku turned to his classmates. "Everyone, this is my best friend, Hitoshi Shinso. We've been friends for a few years now."

The class began murmuring among themselves, most of them intrigued by the newcomer.

"He kind of looks like a younger version of Mr. Aizawa," Kaminari whispered to Mina, who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but look at that tired-yet-cool vibe he's got going on," Mina replied in a hushed tone. "He's almost as good-looking as Midoriya!"

The girls' comments were kept to themselves, but their gazes lingered on Hitoshi, who remained oblivious.

Several students stepped forward to introduce themselves, including Kirishima, Jiro, and Tsuyu.

"Hey, Shinso," Kirishima said with his usual enthusiasm. "Nice to meet you, man! You must be super strong if Midoriya's been training you."

"Thanks," Hitoshi replied, shaking his hand. "I've still got a ways to go, though."

The interactions were friendly for the most part—except for Todoroki and Bakugo, who remained cold and distant.

"Let me guess," Bakugo growled, crossing his arms and glaring at Hitoshi. "You're just another weak nobody from the General Studies department. Nothing special."

Todoroki, standing nearby, merely observed in silence, though his aloof expression made it clear he didn't care about Hitoshi either way.

Izuku frowned at Bakugo's hostility. "If you think Hitoshi is weak, then you're underestimating him. I've been training him for three years, and he's almost as strong as I am. Trust me, you wouldn't stand a chance against him."

Bakugo's scowl deepened, but he didn't respond.

"Wait," Iida asked, raising his hand. "If Shinso is so strong, why didn't he apply for the Hero Course?"

Hitoshi stepped forward to answer. "I wanted to learn more about the world and expand my knowledge before diving into the Hero Course," he explained calmly. "But now that I've done that, my plan is to earn one of the top spots in the Sports Festival and transfer into the Hero Course after that."

"That's awesome!" Kirishima said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We'll be rooting for you, man!"

Most of the class nodded and expressed their support and encouragement, though Bakugo and Todoroki remained silent.

"Thanks," Hitoshi said with a small smile. "I'll do my best."

Izuku placed a reassuring hand on Hitoshi's shoulder. "You've got this. Let's show everyone just how strong you've become."

With that, the two friends left the classroom, heading to their training session. Though there was still tension among some of the students, most of Class 1-A felt excited to see what Hitoshi Shinso was capable of.

Training Time

The massive training arena provided by the Hero Public Safety Commission was a marvel of design and engineering, capable of withstanding even the most destructive training sessions. Reinforced with advanced materials and equipped with an environmental simulator, it could shift between harsh deserts, lush jungles, icy tundras, and volcanic wastelands in mere moments. The cutting-edge training robots—designed by Izuku and Dr. Yamada—moved like real fighters, capable of adapting to every new move and tactic, making them invaluable tools for honing combat skills.

Today, the arena was set to a rugged mountain landscape, a clear blue sky above and jagged peaks surrounding them. Izuku and Hitoshi stood at opposite ends of the field. Despite being friends and training partners, the intensity in the air was palpable as they prepared for another sparring session. Both boys radiated power, their violet energy swirling around them like storms barely contained.

THE FIRST FIGHT: OPENING STRIKES

Izuku's violet aura pulsed around his body in controlled waves, exuding an overwhelming yet calm strength. His muscles tensed as he slipped into a relaxed stance, his breathing even and steady. Across from him, Hitoshi's violet energy flickered more erratically, like fire being fed by gusts of wind. His aura, while not as refined as Izuku's, burned with determination and the raw hunger to prove himself.

Izuku raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "You ready, Hitoshi? I'm not holding back this time."

Hitoshi grinned, crouching low as his energy intensified. "Good. I don't want you to."

The fight began in an instant, both boys surging forward with such speed that they left cracks in the ground where they had stood. Izuku's first strike—a powerful, energy-charged punch aimed at Hitoshi's torso—was dodged with a hair's breadth to spare. The force of the punch created a shockwave that shattered nearby rocks and sent debris flying.

Hitoshi countered with a roundhouse kick, his leg cloaked in violet energy. Izuku raised an arm to block, their energies colliding and sending sparks flying through the air. The clash created a sonic boom that echoed across the simulated mountains.

"Not bad," Izuku said, grinning as he pivoted and threw a rapid series of punches. "Your speed's getting better."

Hitoshi barely managed to deflect the strikes, his arms shaking under the force of each blow. "Thanks… but I'm just getting started!"

MID-FIGHT: THE STRUGGLE FOR CONTROL

As the fight wore on, it became clear that Izuku's control over his energy gave him a distinct advantage. His movements were fluid and calculated, every punch and kick perfectly timed. In contrast, Hitoshi's attacks were more aggressive and less controlled, his energy flaring wildly with each movement. But what Hitoshi lacked in precision, he made up for with creativity and unrelenting determination.

After dodging a high kick from Izuku, Hitoshi leaped back and thrust his palms forward, releasing a concentrated blast of violet energy. The attack ripped through the ground, heading straight for Izuku like a tidal wave of destruction.

Izuku reacted instantly, crossing his arms in front of him as his aura intensified. The energy wave slammed into him, sending dust and debris flying, but when the smoke cleared, Izuku stood unharmed, his aura shimmering like an unbreakable shield.

"Nice try," Izuku said, his voice calm but with a playful edge. "But you'll have to do better than that."

Hitoshi growled in frustration but quickly adjusted his stance. He rushed forward, his fists cloaked in energy, and launched a series of rapid punches. Izuku met him blow for blow, their strikes creating shockwaves that reverberated through the arena.

Despite the intense exchange, Izuku couldn't help but feel proud. He's come so far, he thought, sidestepping a punch and delivering a swift kick to Hitoshi's side. Three years ago, he could barely control his energy. Now, he's strong enough to keep up with me.

Hitoshi, meanwhile, was focused entirely on the fight. His mind raced as he analyzed Izuku's movements, searching for an opening. He's faster and stronger… but if I can outthink him, I might have a chance.

FINAL ROUND: HITOSHI'S BREAKTHROUGH

By the second week of training, Hitoshi's improvement was undeniable. His energy, once chaotic and unpredictable, now flowed more steadily around him. He had also learned to match Izuku's speed, their fights becoming increasingly even as the days went on.

During one particularly intense exchange, Hitoshi finally achieved a breakthrough. As Izuku lunged forward with a powerful punch, Hitoshi feinted to the side, making it look like he was dodging. But instead of retreating, he stepped into Izuku's guard and delivered a devastating uppercut to his chin, his fist cloaked in concentrated energy.

The impact sent Izuku flying backward, crashing into a boulder with enough force to split it in half. For a moment, Hitoshi stood frozen, shocked by what he had just done.

Izuku coughed as he stood up, wiping dirt off his face. "Well done," he said, his tone filled with pride. "You finally got me."

Hitoshi grinned, his aura steady and controlled for the first time. "Told you I'd get there eventually."

THE FINAL DAY: CALM BEFORE THE STORM

On the last day before the U.A. Sports Festival, the boys decided to forgo fighting and spent the day meditating instead. The environmental simulator was set to a tranquil forest scene, with soft sunlight streaming through the trees and the sound of a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

Both boys sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, their violet auras faint but present as they focused on their breathing. For Izuku, it was a moment of reflection—a chance to appreciate how far Hitoshi had come. For Hitoshi, it was a moment of calm before the storm—a chance to center himself and prepare for the challenge ahead.

"I'm ready," Hitoshi said softly, his voice filled with quiet determination.

Izuku opened his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, you are."

END OF CHAPTER 8

THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER AND SORRY THAT I POSTED IT LATE AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS.