Hey hey! Chapter 2 is here!
So enjoy!
But before, small notes and the reviews!
For the notes: So, in this chapter we get a little more background on the world, or what some became. I didn't make a list of what every character we know became, only took some examples, some taken from the original end of the manga, so watch out for that, and some I just came up with on the spot.
Reviews:
smallszay106: So! To respond to your review! The first one actually! Bakugo is well... A character that yes, changed in the manga thanks to Izuku... But as our green bean wasn't at UA the whole time... Well... That didn't happen. So yeah, Bakugo is still that asshole we know from the start. Altough, maybe with a little bit more... Self control. Because Aizawa passed by, and we all know how Aizawa is when he's pissed off.
About if some characters are gone... Well... Yes (in a way) and no. You'll see an example later in the chapter, but basically no, most of the characters from the 1-A cast are still here.
Finally, if some characters remain the same? Hell yeah they do! After all, Izuku's presence in the manga was what started a huge chain reaction of events in the animanga. Because he's not here, some will not be triggered, thus not changing some characters.
Chapter 2: First Day On The Job.
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It was his first day on the job.
It had been a week since he graduated, and he had just started working. All the administrative paperwork was done in the morning, and in the afternoon, it was time for patrol with a more experienced officer after receiving his equipment.
The hum of the engine filled the quiet vehicle as Izuku gazed outside. There, he saw people walking, going into stores, coming out with bags full of purchases. Here and there, he saw a hero signing autographs for fans...
And the facades of buildings went by one after another. It was a relatively peaceful day so far. The police station had been fairly quiet. Since the start of the day, there had only been one incident, which the pro-hero Manual had handled, stopping a simple armed robbery.
So there hadn't been any major issues. That's why, after driving for nearly two hours along their patrol route, Izuku's partner, a man named Sadao Yada, broke the silence in the vehicle.
"Hey, Midoriya, do you know any good spots around here where we could grab a coffee or something to eat?"
The young man thought for a moment and looked outside... Wait, he recognized this area!
"Yeah, my mom owns a café around here."
"Perfect!", his partner exclaimed, "Where is it?"
Izuku quickly got his bearings and pointed.
"Straight ahead, then right at the first street, then left at the second."
Sadao nodded and followed the directions. Soon, they parked on the sidewalk, making sure not to block pedestrians. Izuku opened the door, unbuckled, and stepped out, adjusting his bulletproof vest.
His mom's café... She had opened it a year after the end of the war as a way to earn money independently from their father.
To him, it was a good thing. That man had never been there for him or his mother, only sending checks from time to time. That wasn't a father to him. It just made them feel like parasites... And they weren't...
Izuku hated that feeling.
Sadao stretched his back, groaning slightly before straightening up and rolling his shoulders.
"Ah... Damn... These patrols are always so long... Well, you coming?"
The green-haired young man nodded and followed him… Since he didn't have a driving licence and since his apartment was pretty far from here, it had been a goodmonth since he'd last seen his mom… They called each other now and then, sure, but seeing her in person was better.
So, he pushed open the door to the café when they arrived.
Izuku had worked here once or twice when he had time, just to help his mother out before they had any employees… And the interior hadn't changed much.
It had a simple setup with about ten wooden tables, four of them placed near the large windows.
The walls were mostly pastel-colored—yellow and pink, with some touches of blue and green here and there—and decorated with small lamps.
The space was completed with a few paintings and plants, adding a touch of warmth and a homey feel.
At this hour, the café wasn't too crowded, with a man reading his newspaper in one corner, a couple sipping syrup drinks while chatting and laughing softly, and another man working on his laptop.
Behind the wooden counter, an employee looked up, her face lighting up as she saw Izuku.
"Ah, Izuku! It's been a while since we've seen you here!"
The woman's name was Hona Otani, and she was the very first employee his mother had hired.
She was a woman approaching twenty eight, with short red and pink hair that almost looked like lollipops (which is why young kids who came with their parents liked her a lot), a friendly face with large yellow-pink eyes. Her quirk had altered her eccrine glands (the ones that create sweat on the skin), allowing her to emit the scents of elements she absorbed by incorporating certain molecules of the component throughout her body.
She was the one enhancing the smell of pastries and coffee that floated in the café, dispersed by a small fan beside her.
However, to sweat, she needed to wear a yellow sweater under the pink and white apron she wore, along with the café's basic uniform: the apron, pastel pink pants, and a half-cap on her head, yellow and striped with pink, with the café's logo on the front.
Izuku returned her smile.
"Hello, Otani-san, how are you?"
The woman sighed and leaned on the counter.
"Could be better; my son had a colic last night, and my husband and I couldn't get a wink of sleep… And Kao isn't here... Sick... A viral throat infection..."
Kao Naya was the café's second employee, and her immune system wasn't the best...
"I see…", the green-haired young man replied, "Hang in there; you're doing a great job. By the way, is Mom here?"
The woman nodded.
"Yes, your mom's in the back, checking the stock to place orders. And congratulations on your graduation!"
The green-haired young man chuckled.
"Thanks."
Hona straightened up, went to the door behind the counter, opened it, and called out.
"Mrs. Midoriya! Your son is here with one of his colleagues!"
Izuku thought he heard something drop to the floor, followed by hurried footsteps, and then his mother appeared.
Inko Midoriya, dressed in the café's uniform but without the apron, rushed over, her eyes wide.
"IZUKU?!", she exclaimed.
Seeing him, she almost jumped over the counter, but that didn't stop her from reaching over to hug him, squeezing his chest against the bulletproof vest and the counter in a way that nearly suffocated him.
Izuku thought he was going to pass out, but thankfully his mother let go just then, and he took a deep breath as Sadao stifled a laugh.
Inko then walked around the counter, hugging her son properly this time and showering him with kisses with deep motherly affection. Izuku let her do so, smiling and filled with joy at seeing his mother again.
After five minutes, his mother stepped back, her eyes misty.
"Izuku… You've grown so much… Look at you in that handsome uniform… Congratulations, my darling… I'm so proud of you..."
Then she embraced her son again, and the difference in height was evident. Indeed, Izuku was fortunate to have inherited his father's genes in that regard. His mother had reached her full height at 14 and had never grown taller.
Izuku had to lower his head to the side and bend slightly to rest his cheek on his mother's head.
"I missed you, Mom."
"I missed you too, sweetheart..."
While the two greenettes were talking, Sadao placed his own order, relying on Hona's input as she knew the young man better than he did.
The two greenettes separated, and his mother looked at his colleague and asked.
"By the way, I just realized—what are you doing in this part of town? Isn't the station on the other side of the city? Unless my memory is already failing me…"
Izuku shook his head.
"No, your memory isn't failing, mom. We're just on patrol. Since my partner was a bit hungry, we stopped by here to grab something before getting back to it."
Inko's face saddened a bit.
"So you're not staying?"
The greenette pressed his lips together and shook his head.
"No, sorry… I'll come by when I get my first leave so I can stay a bit longer. We're just passing through."
Inko nodded sadly as Hona handed over the order and Sadao paid.
"I understand… Stay safe, Izuku…"
The young man nodded with a smile.
"Always."
Sadao then spoke.
"Midoriya, we need to go.", to which Izuku nodded, turning on his heels. The two left the café, Izuku waving goodbye with a smile while his mother waved back, her smile tinged with sadness.
The car started, and they resumed their patrol. Sadao stopped the vehicle at a crossroad, parking on the sidewalk again where they wouldn't be in anyone's way, and reached for the back seat, grabbing a bag and bringing it up front.
"Here, I got you a few things I thought you'd like.", he said, handing over a paper bag.
Izuku took it, thanking his colleague, and opened it. Inside, he found three dorayaki and some decaf coffee. Surprised, he looked up at his partner and asked.
"But? How did you know I'd like these?"
Sadao gave him a small, amused smile.
"I asked. Go ahead and enjoy, rookie; after this, it's back to patrolling until evening."
The officer pulled out a monaka and a soda from his own bag.
The two of them ate while chatting, a refreshing change from the silence that had filled the earlier part of the patrol. Despite talking, however, they kept a close eye on what was happening outside. And it didn't take long for something to happen.
They were discussing how the pastries from his mother's café tasted absolutely divine when a cyclist ran a red light right next to them and was hit by a car. Seeing this, Izuku stopped talking immediately and rushed out of the vehicle, with Sadao following, and hurried over to stop the car, whose driver appeared completely stunned.
Izuku headed over to the cyclist lying on the ground. It was a man in his seventies with silver hair, tanned skin, red eyes, and a white bunny tail. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet and managed to prop himself up on his elbows, looking disoriented. Izuku crouched down next to him, inspecting him quickly.
Alright, no visible injuries. He checked the man's eyes—no sign of drugs—and from the look on his face, he wasn't drunk either.
"Sir? Are you alright?", Izuku asked.
The man looked at him wide-eyed and nodded.
"Are you in pain?"
The man shook his head.
"Can you speak?", the greenette asked.
"Y-Yes.", the man replied, "Wh-What happened?"
"You ran a red light and a car hit you.", the greenette answered simply, glancing over at the vehicle and his partner.
Sadao had seen that it wasn't the vehicle's fault and was now reassuring the driver, who was dreading a fine. Fortunately, the vehicle didn't seem to have any major damage since the impact wasn't very strong.
The vehicle then left after Sadao finished handling the situation and took down the driver's contact number just in case, and he returned to the pair.
"Alright, sir, we'll need your name and first name…", the officer began as Izuku helped the man up and picked up the bike. A photo fell from the man's pocket, and Izuku picked it up, glancing at it as the man answered.
"Toki Usagiyama."
On the photo, a much younger version of the man, his arms in boxing gloves, was smiling alongside a woman with bunny ears dressed like a wrestler. In front of the two adults was a young girl who shared features from both of them, arms crossed with a sulky expression, hands covered in mud and scabs.
And then the last name clicked in the young man's head.
"Would you happen to be the father of the pro hero Mirko?", Izuku asked.
The man turned to him, and Izuku handed him the photo.
"Yes, why do you ask?", the man replied, somewhat wary, as he took back the photo. Izuku simply shrugged.
"Just curious, and the fact that the world's so small. It's really just a coincidence."
Meanwhile, thanks to the name, Sadao was able to find an email address and all the necessary information, which he relayed to the station, along with a 5,000 yen fine to be paid.
"Well, listen, sir, today you got lucky—you only have a fine of five thousand yen, but next time it'll be more severe."
The old man blinked twice… then nodded, resigned. There was no point in arguing with the police.
"Understood…"
"Make sure to pay it before the end of the week.", Sadao warned.
The old man nodded and got back on his bike.
"Have a good day.", Izuku said, and the man left, this time avoiding running a red light.
The two officers got back into the car and left their spot to find another one somewhere else.
"Well, damn… Never expected that.", Sadao laughed, "Mirko's father… That explains why he took the hit so well, the tough old guy!"
Izuku nodded. Mirko was known for being tough as nails, and now he understood where she got it from. Good grief, she'd lost all her limbs during the final war and replaced them with prosthetics to hit even harder and do even more damage.
She wasn't the only one, to be honest. The war had taken its toll on many famous heroes…
Some even had to retire.
He could think of Best Jeanist, whose fight with Shigaraki had crushed his hands, preventing him from using his Quirk; Hawks, the current HSPC president, whose Quirk had been stolen by that… Symbol of Evil… Or Mount Lady, who'd taken too much damage after a massive attack from that same villain, missing her heart by a few centimeters, although she'd lost half her respiratory system in the process… And… she wasn't the last either.
The list kept growing, even to this day, where heroes discovered that old injuries they once thought minor proved to be, in fact, quite debilitating... Fortunately, the new generation of heroes was taking over…
As the two continued their patrol, they passed by numerous agencies that Izuku recognized by name, as they were entirely new. Battle Fist Agency… Frostbite Agency… And even an underground hero's agency, also new, Voxgeist.
Then, as they turned onto a street, their vehicle radio beeped and crackled.
"Alert! Alert! Fire reported! All available units needed at Yarigo Square to set up a security perimeter!"
Sadao and Izuku looked at each other, wide-eyed. Goodness, they had passed through Yarigo Square just about ten minutes ago!
His colleague slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding being rear-ended by the car behind them, which honked, the driver furious, but they didn't care.
Izuku pressed the button for the flashing lights and siren, and Sadao floored the gas pedal while turning the wheel.
The tires screeched under the strain, and they skidded onto the opposite lane, accelerating to get there as quickly as possible. Affirmative responses were coming through the radio from several other patrols, and Izuku also raised his voice.
He grabbed his radio and activated it.
"Patrol 17 here, en route to the incident."
The command's response was drowned out by other responses.
Cars cleared out of their way to the sound of their siren, they ran red lights without concern, they skidded through turns. Every second counted.
They arrived in just over five minutes, and Izuku got out of the vehicle, his eyes landing on the building consumed by flames… Firefighters were already there, aided by some heroes like Backdraft.
A perimeter had already been set up by the police, and a medical post by paramedics, who were already tending to the injured. The area reeked of burnt flesh and smoke, and groans and cries of pain could be heard. Izuku couldn't help but grimace...
Suddenly, a sergeant approached both of them.
"You two! Get in position! Don't let anyone through!"
The two complied, positioning themselves as ordered. For the moment, people weren't trying to get through, instead taking out their phones to film. There was a loud explosion behind them, making Izuku wince as he turned just in time to see a heroine jump out of a hole in the wall, carrying an almost charred body to the tent.
It was only by looking closely at the body that Izuku could see it was still alive, but just barely. It was a poor kid. Fourteen years old at most, with the only recognizable parts left being areas burned to the second degree, while the rest was third-degree burns.
Right then, a woman shoved through the people in front of Izuku, almost screaming in agony.
Izuku barely had time to reach out to stop her, but the impact almost knocked him off balance.
"MY CHILD!" the woman screamed, her voice breaking with despair as she tried to push her way through, but Izuku steadied himself, stopping her. The mother, despite her frail frame, had a phenomenal strength, and it took both him and Sadao to hold her back.
"LET ME THROUGH! MY CHILD! MY LITTLE UKYO! LET ME THROUGH!" the woman shouted.
She started to become aggressive, punching at both of them, scratching at faces, even trying to bite.
Izuku grimaced as her fists hammered against his vest, without much success, but it forced him to reposition himself.
Suddenly, however, she grabbed Sadao's arm and bit down hard. The officer cried out and let go, then, she landed a punch square on Izuku's cheek, and for a moment, he thought his jaw had broken.
He was forced to let go, and the woman rushed through the security perimeter. Regaining his composure, Izuku thought about how he'd have quite a bruise tonight… But for now, more pressing matters were at hand. He sprinted in the direction the woman had run after making sure Sadao could handle the perimeter alone, which his colleague assured him he could.
He quickly arrived at the first-aid post, where he found the woman kneeling beside the charred boy the heroine had rescued earlier, kneeling, wailing in despair. The boy had been treated as quickly as possible, but apparently… nothing could have saved him… The burns had been too severe to hope for recovery...
Even if the boy had survived… there was no guarantee he would have returned to his former self… Seeing this scene and that body made his heart clench, and he pressed his lips together…
The poor mother was shaking her child as if it could bring him back, holding him, caressing his burned flesh, wailing and crying rivers…
It pained him so much to witness this… But he wouldn't have been able to do anything, anyway… He lowered his gaze as the paramedics tried to pull her away, unable to get close to the grieving mother and the burned body…
"Tough sight, isn't it?" said a voice near him, sounding extremely sorrowful...
When he turned his head, he found himself facing the heroine who had pulled the boy out of the burning building, leaning against a vehicle, arms crossed, face hidden behind a gas mask attached to two parts of a helmet on either side of her head, also completed by two pink antenna-like structures on the back, and eyes concealed by opaque black goggles similar to those skiers wear. She had brown hair, cut in a bob, covered with soot in some places and scattered with ashes.
She was dressed in a black suit with a white stripe running from her neck down to her navel, all cinched by a belt that didn't fully close at the front. White armor plates protected her chest and shoulders.
Large, rounded arm guards protected her hands, with two pink handles on top and four protrusions extending out on opposite sides of the arm guards, one of them equipped with a mini-panel, like a mini-computer, with some buttons and a tiny screen.
She also wore oversized boots with thick pink soles and a heel that retracted into the boot with each step.
"That was the last person trapped in the blaze... I was too slow to find them..."
Izuku looked away from the young woman and back to the scene…
"We can't always get there in time…", sighed the green-haired young man…
The heroine nodded gently…
"That's true…", replied the young woman, moving away from the wall to stand beside him…
The young woman's body language betrayed a deep regret, and her silence as well… Izuku couldn't say anything… He could have if he had experience in heroism, or something like that…
But he had none. All he had was his heart, and even then, during his lessons, he'd learned that sometimes he wouldn't be able to save everyone… So he said nothing, standing there… before he sighed.
He took out his radio and turned it on, speaking loudly enough to cover the sound of the woman who had started to scream again after having stopped to cry for a while.
"This is Midoriya, I've got a woman causing a commotion at the first-aid post, what are the orders? Over."
He lowered it, and it crackled back.
"Why is she there? Over."
"Lost her son, and got through the security cordon. Out."
There was a silence before the response came.
"Move her away; we're sending two officers as backup. Try not to be too harsh. Over."
Not too harsh… Easier said than done, given the state the poor woman was in…
"Solid copy.", replied Izuku before putting away the radio. The woman next to him had slightly turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye.
"I can only wish you good luck… I'm of no use at the moment…", she said.
Izuku nodded and focused his gaze on the broken mother…
"Seems that way…", murmured the greenette as he moved forward. The rescuers who were trying to get her to leave for obvious reasons stepped aside as they saw him approaching, and he knelt down next to the woman just as his two colleagues arrived.
"Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to leave the area immediately.", began Izuku, placing a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder.
The woman swatted his arm away, screaming.
"GET OFF ME, YOU PIECES OF SHIT!"
The insult struck hard. He knew they would get insults from criminals—that would be normal—but hearing it from a civilian like this, even though it was out of sadness, was still upsetting.
Izuku took a moment to recover, and a colleague, seeing this, stepped in.
"Ma'am, you're disturbing the public order, our fellow rescuers, and the victims of the tragedy. For their well-being, we must ask you to leave the perimeter we've set up."
The woman shouted back even more fiercely.
"WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT YOUR PUBLIC ORDER AND YOUR BULLSHIT! MY SON IS DEAD! CAN'T YOU SEE? DEAD!"
The woman stood up, grabbed the officer forcefully, and began shaking him, spitting as she shouted.
"DEAD! DID YOU HEAR ME? AND YOU! YOU DARE TELL ME TO LEAVE!"
"Ma'am, I understand your pain. I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now. But you need to know that shouting won't bring your son back. We're doing our best to help those affected by this tragedy. Please, let us do our job.", responded the officer calmly, despite being shaken back and forth.
The woman, her eyes full of tears and rage, glared at him with an intensity that could have burned him on the spot, stopping her wild shaking.
"You think words can fix everything? My son is gone! You have no idea what it's like to lose someone you love!"
Then, suddenly, she collapsed against the officer with a tired sigh.
The second officer had placed a hand on the back of the woman's head, putting her to sleep with his quirk.
The two laid her gently on the ground, and a paramedic approached to take care of her, silently thanking the three policemen as he wrapped the poor mother in a survival blanket…
Izuku nodded, his expression grave… He hadn't been able to help much… Well, now he could return to his post… Taking one last look at the charred young boy and swallowing the lump he felt forming, he headed back to his station…
He noticed that the heroine seemed to have left and that the fire was partially under control, and he sighed… Well, it was time for him to return to the security perimeter…
…
It was only a few hours later, after the fire was finally contained, the firefighters had left, the paramedics were wrapping up their work, leaving only the police to secure the area and prepare it as an investigation site to determine whether the fire was an accident or a criminal act, that Sadao noticed his distress.
"Did you see a body?", asked the officer, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Izuku nodded. Sadao sighed.
"It's normal to be shaken… No mentally sound person can see a body without feeling something, be it horror, sorrow… and many other emotions… Unfortunately, you'll get used to it, as this won't be the last one…"
Izuku lowered his gaze.
"I know… I was aware of the risks when I joined this profession. But… it hurts… to see something like that. It was a poor child, burned to a crisp, and the woman who slipped through our hands was his mother… That kind of scene hits deep…"
Sadao nodded slowly…
"True… But it's the job…"
The officer finally placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a slight shake.
"Come on, let's go. I'll take you back to the station; that's enough adventure for your first day."
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Entrance of the 'Sentinels A' Agency
The pro-hero known as Uravity softly landed on the pavement in front of the stairs leading to her agency.
Cancelling her quirk, gravity took hold of her body again, and she stretched her elbows with a yawn. What a day… My goodness, she hadn't expected a fire today… She'd have to get her lungs checked at the infirmary a bit later and get the filters of her gas mask checked, which was hanging at her belt, after all the paperwork and everything else…
The mask was suited for biological or chemical hazards, not smoke. She stifled a cough as she walked toward the agency's large entrance door.
A few young schoolgirls passing by squealed in surprise at the sight of her and rushed over to ask for autographs. Uravity gave them a big smile despite her fatigue, took their pens, and signed their pictures or notebooks, took a selfie or photo if they wanted, before the young girls left, excited as could be after meeting their idol.
The heroine watched them leave, remembering the first time she'd met No. 13 at UA…
She had been almost in the same state. Refocusing on the present, she climbed the steps and opened the door to enter the agency's spacious lobby. Several reception desks lined the walls, with a few agency employees currently working, handling calls, paperwork, and other tasks.
One in particular looked up and smiled when he saw the young woman.
"Ah! Uraraka-san! Good evening! I see the day's been tough?"
Ochako Uraraka removed her helmet and returned the smile.
"Good evening, Iida-san, how are you?"
The young man with blue hair adjusted his glasses on his nose and sighed.
"I could be better… But I'm fine, thank you…" The young man moved back with several creaks. "Your recent intervention made a big splash on social media; I have several letters for you…"
He then maneuvered around the desk, still seated, to reveal himself fully.
The young man was deeply seated in a wheelchair, his legs completely lifeless for a long time now… More precisely, ever since his encounter with the Hero Killer when they were in their second year. In a rare display of what could be called mercy, the villain took the young man's legs just as he had done to his older brother, former pro-hero Ingenium, Tensei Iida, before killing him.
Ochako couldn't help but notice that the design seemed... Different from what he was wearing the day before.
"Different design?"
"Hmm?" the boy asked, turning his head slightly. "Oh, yes, that's right. Hatsume-chan found a few technical flaws with it… so she decided to modify it and whipped up another one for me in the meantime."
Ochako made a small sound of understanding.
"Oh, alright."
The duo approached a locker, which Iida unlocked with a key before pushing himself forward with his arms to grab the large bundle of letters inside and hand them over to the brunette.
"And... here's everything you received," indicated the bespectacled boy in a professional tone.
The young woman took it all, freeing Iida's arms as he leaned back into the chair with a pained sigh.
"Thank you, Iida. Sometimes I wonder what we'd do without you…" Ochako said with a small smile.
"Even though my legs no longer allow me to run as they once did, my determination to be of assistance remains undiminished," Iida responded.
They both knew that wasn't true. As good friends, Ochako knew that not being able to follow in his family's footsteps weighed on him. Running was in his genes, and it had been taken from him… It saddened her that he was hiding his pain like this… Pretending that everything was fine.
"Listen, Iida… If you need to talk, we're here. We're a team, and we'll stay that way." She had decided to drop the professionalism for a moment, speaking as a friend rather than as an employer. "If something's weighing on your mind, don't hesitate."
The blue-haired young man looked up at her for a moment and nodded gravely.
"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.
Ochako tucked the bundle under her arm, turned on her heels, placed a hand on her friend's shoulder to give him some spiritual strength, and then headed toward the elevator at the end of the hall, her steps muffled by the blue carpet on the floor.
The brunette entered the elevator when it arrived and pressed the button for the third floor, where her office was located. The Sentinels A agency was a blend of several agencies in the same location. Some of her colleagues only had a single office—like her—while others required an entire floor with personal employees and assistants.
The elevator beeped and opened, and the young woman stepped out, still dressed in her costume, stifling another cough. She'd go to the infirmary as soon as she could.
After walking down the empty corridors, she entered her office and settled comfortably into her chair. Her parents had built the agency, and they had done a good job; she was proud to have been able to help them like that. The company they had created had boomed after that, with multiple heroes requesting their services, as well as more people.
Ochako placed the bundle on the corner of her desk, powered on her computer, and removed her ash-stained armbands, setting them aside. She would get her costume cleaned as soon as possible.
As soon as she opened her inbox, her eyes were bombarded by tons and tons of messages. Sponsorship requests, ads, interview requests… Basically, all the media chaos. She glanced at the piles of letters—same story, along with things like taxes, reimbursements, insurance... Etc… But she had more important tasks for now.
Two emails in particular caught her attention. One was from the HSPC, more administrative work along with a full report on the accident she had intervened in…
Goodness… She'd be stuck with that all day, at least. And to think, back when she interned with the pro hero Gunhead, they had told her that handling this kind of paperwork took a team of five employees plus the hero two days to process.
Luckily, President Takami had streamlined the process since many things had proven unnecessary and didn't fall under heroic duties but rather judicial and medical ones.
The second email was from the police department, requesting a field evaluation and testimony to aid the investigation. That would go relatively quickly, just a couple of hours, and it would be done.
She sighed… A sleepless night was ahead of her… Fortunately, she had her duty day the next day, though it would be far from restful. Yep, this was the life of a pro: days and days of paperwork...
She set aside the media-related matters, planning to respond when she could, and started working on her report… This was going to be a long day…
Oh! Already? Guess that was a fast one huh... Well, I'll try to make them longer next time...
Anyway!
Yes. Iida is now stuck in a wheelchair... Fun fact, as we are two people writing this, we had opposed ideas about that. I personnally wanted him to live (wounded), and my friend wanted to kill him... Iida, you're a lucky guy. A three rounds heads or tails (result 2-3 in favor of surviving) decided your destiny.
Even if in the manga, Stain wanted to kill him off... Here... He kind of spared him because he's not a straight up villain and actually have some honor as a vigilante who wants to make the heroes better than some actually are... (Yes Uwabami, I'm looking straight at you for what you do instead of working efficiently). Altough he did not spare his legs. Yes, Stain is also vicious. Sorry, had to put that in.
Well, anyway! Have a good day/afternoon/night depending on where you live, and I'll say see y'all next time!
Edit: Yeah... I actually deleted part without noticing... Sorry 'bout that! Thanks once again to the person who noticed it!