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Hosu: Aftermath

Within a large room of the Hosu General Hospital, four young boys sat in hospital gowns, covered in bandages from the wounds they received last night.

Shoto: Did you sleep well, Midoriya?

Izuku had bandages around his right arm and his left leg. To be honest, it was really hard to sleep. Whether that was because of the excitement he felt from him and his friends taking down the Hero Killer or the terror that lingered from his intense hatred, he wasn't completely sure.

Izuku: Not really, no.

Shoto: I figured. Me neither.

Shoto, who had a bandage around his left forearm and a patch over his cheek, too, found it hard to sleep after the harrowing battle he and his three friends fought.

Optimus: I, too, have had trouble sleeping.

Optimus was the least injured among them, which was surprising given he fought the Hero Killer the longest out of the three. The only major injury he had was the stab wound on his right hand when he stopped the Hero Killer's knife. But while his friends were having difficulty sleeping because of what they accomplished, Optimus was kept up because of his sense of failure.

Once again, he failed to stop another Megatron from rising and sowing chaos into the world.

Tenya was the worst of them, both his arms wrapped in a sling around his chest. He'd been mostly silent since last night

Izuku then looked up to the ceiling in thought.

Izuku: Thinking about it now, we did something pretty amazing last night.

Shoto: Yeah, I agree.

Izuku: After everything that happened back there, it kinda feels like a miracle we're even alive. With my leg messed up, I was an easy target. He probably could've killed me if he really wanted to.

Optimus: Indeed. Stain was a formidable adversary. One I have no desire to face again. "For a multitude of reasons."

Shoto looked at his bandaged forearm.

Shoto: Yeah. Seems to me he let us three live on purpose. I'm impressed by you though, Iida. He was actually trying to murder you, but you stood tall.

Tenya: That's not true.

He looked down in shame as he recalled his foolishness. How he nearly got himself and several of his friends killed.

Tenya: I was–

He was cut off by the hospital door sliding open, revealing Gran Torino, Manual, and Mirko.

Gran Torino: Oh, so the injured youngins are awake.

Mirko: Ha! What'd I say?! No one can keep my intern down for long!

Izuku was excited to see his mentor.

Izuku: Gran Torino!

Optimus: Mirko?

Optimus was confused about why his mentor was here.

Tenya, however, felt shame as he looked at the hero he used for his own selfish gains.

Tenya: And Manual, too.

Mirko went right up to Optimus's bed and threw an arm around his shoulder in a friendly chokehold.

Mirko: Man! I knew you had balls of steel since the moment I met you. But I didn't think you'd be crazy enough to take the Hero Killer on single-handedly! But that's why I like you. You're so unpredictable, it's fun!

As Optimus struggled to escape his mentor's chokehold, Gran Torino looked right at Izuku, causing him to flinch.

Gran Torino: Idiot. I could yell at you for hours right now.

Izuku: I'm sorry.

Gran Torino: But before I do, you've got a visitor.

All occupants turned to the door when a large man entered the room. The most striking thing about him was that he had a bulldog's head for a face, making even Optimus blink owlishly.

Gran Torino: This is Hosu's chief of police. Kenji Tsuragamae.

Every one of the injured hero students moved to stand at attention despite their injuries.

Tsuragamae: No, please, stay seated, woof.

Optimus: "Woof?"

Optimus raised an eyebrow at the man's speech quirk. This world truly was strange.

Tsuragamae: So, you're the U.A. students who brought down the Hero Killer, huh?

Optimus: Indeed we are, Chief Tsuragamae.

Shoto looked at the chief in confusion.

Shoto: "The police chief came all this way. Why?"

Tsuragamae: Stain has some serious injuries. Severe burns, several broken bones, and countless cuts. Right now, he's in the hospital under strict guard, woof.

Optimus: Pardon me, Chief Tsuragamae, but is that wise? Should Stain awaken, he would most likely want revenge against those responsible for his capture. And what better time to strike than when they're recovering in the hospital?

Tsuragamae looked at Optimus Prime with narrowed eyes. There was something different about this hero student than the others. He acted more like a seasoned cop or even a soldier with how he held himself. Plus, there was his scent. While everyone had their unique scent, there was something different about how Optimus Prime smelled than everyone he'd met. Something... alien about him.

He then shook his head, his ears flapping as he did so. He wasn't here for Prime.

Tsuragamae: Rest assured, you have nothing to fear. We have Pros watching Stain 24/7, all of which hold Quirks perfect for restraining villains. We've also taken the liberty of ensuring there are no sharp objects even close to him. He won't slip through our grasp and hurt anyone again. Besides, he may not even be able to, if what our doctors are saying, woof.

That caused all the occupants in the room to look at the chief with a raised eyebrow.

Tenya: What do you mean?

Tsuragamae: When the doctors were doing a check up on Stain, they found a foreign substance in his blood, one no one's ever seen before. Whatever it was, it enhanced both Stain's physical attributes, as well as his Quirk, greater than even the drug Trigger, but also caused more damage to the brain. We're still doing tests, but so far, he's in a coma, and the doctors aren't sure when, if he'll ever wake up.

Optimus: I believe I may know what he was injected with.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

Tsuragamae: Truly?

Optimus: Yes. I was there when he was injected with the substance, and I have a pretty good idea of what it may have been. I could review the data and confirm my suspicions if you allow me.

Tsuragamae wondered how this boy could possibly know what Stain was injected with, but if it could help them discover more, he wouldn't turn down the help.

Tsuragamae: Very well. You can have a look at him once we finish gathering samples.

Optimus nodded in acceptance of the Chief's words. He had an idea of the substance that Stain was injected with, but he prayed to Primus he was wrong.

Tsuragamae: But back to the matter at hand. Here's a lesson you should have already learned. When Quirks became the norm, the police sought to maintain the status quo. They decided we wouldn't use Quirks as weapons. That's when heroes came in. They could do what we couldn't if they were licensed, of course, woof. It would be impossible for the police to condone the use of deadly Quirks. After all, we're here to stop such harm from being done. Pros can only use their powers now because of the strict code of ethics that the early heroes chose to abide by. That's why it's against the law for uncertified people to use their Quirks to cause injury. Whether you were up against the Hero Killer or not, none of you had the authority, save one, to harm the villain.

Hearing that caused Shoto, Izuku, and Tenya to look angry, shocked, and ashamed.

Tsuragamae: That means three of you, and your supervisors–Endeavor, Manual, and Gran Torino–should receive harsh punishment for this gross abuse of your powers.

Shoto looked ready to explode in anger, but before he could, Izuku spoke up.

Izuku: Wait. You said none of us had the authority to fight the Stain except one. Do you mean...

He trailed off as all the heads in the room turned to Optimus Prime. The shock was on everyone's faces.

Tenya: Wait. You actually got permission to fight the Hero Killer?!

Before Optimus could respond, Mirko answered for him.

Mirko: I gave him permission right as we entered the city. I didn't think it would happen, but it worked out for everyone—except for you three.

While Tsuragamae didn't personally approve of a teenager having permission to fight a dangerous villain, he had to accept the boy had permission.

Tsuragamae: Indeed. Out of all of you, only Optimus Prime had explicit permission to engage the Hero Killer should they cross paths. Therefore, he is exempt from any punishment. Unlike the rest of you.

Once again, Shoto's anger reignited.

Shoto: Now wait a minute. If Iida had not stepped in, Native would've been murdered. And if not for Midoriya, they and Optimus would be in trouble. No one else even realized the Hero Killer was in Hosu. Are you saying we should've stood by and watched people die?

Izuku: Calm down.

Optimus: Shoto–

Tsuragamae: So it's okay to break the law as long as it goes your way?

The question took aback Shoto, but soon gritted his teeth in frustration.

Shoto: But, sir, isn't it a hero's job to save people?

Tsuragamae only closed his eyes as the naivety of this child.

Tsuragamae: This is why you're not a full-fledged pro yet? It's obvious U.A. and Endeavor haven't been teaching you near enough. What a shame.

That set Shoto off as he began stalking toward the chief of police, his friends trying to stop him in vain.

Shoto: You d–

Optimus: Shoto.

Optimus' voice was so stern as it managed to snap Shoto out of his rage as he felt the Prime's left hand on his chest to stop him. It seemed to help calm him down.

Optimus: I know you are upset, and rightfully so, but violence is not the answer. Especially since Chief Tsuragamae has more to say. Isn't that right?

Tsuragamae raised an eyebrow at Optimus (which also caused his dog ear to rise adorably), once again impressed by the emotional maturity of someone so young.

Tsuragamae: What I've said is the official stance of the police department. But any punishment would only be necessary if this went public. If it did, you'd probably be applauded by citizens everywhere. But there's no way you could escape from being reprimanded. On the other hand, we could save Endeavor saved the day. Stain's burns would support this completely, and we could pretend you weren't involved, woof. Thankfully, there were very few witnesses. This could be the last you heard of any punishments. It would mean no one would know about you, though. You would receive no acclaim at all. The choice is yours.

The three thought long and hard about what to do. Tenya was fine with not receiving any credit, he didn't deserve it after all. Izuku was more neutral, but he would rather not want to get in trouble with Aizawa or his mother if this went public. Shoto was annoyed. While he wouldn't mind not receiving credit, he hated that it would go to his father, who did nothing but stand there and almost get stabbed if not for Optimus.

Sensing their emotions, Tsuragamae decided to reveal his wild card.

Tsuragamae: However, there is a third option.

That caused all heads to turn to him, even the heroes were aware of the first two options.

Tsuragamae: Since only Optimus Prime was given permission to fight the Hero Killer, and he did save Endeavor on live television, he could receive full credit for defeating the Hero Killer. The burns we could pass off as coming from that flamethrower ability he demonstrated during the festival against you, Todoroki. As such, that would be fair compensation for some of you.

To the three facing punishment, such an idea was perfect. If anyone deserved credit for Stain's capture, it was their class rep. After all, he was the first to arrive to save them, did the most damage against Stain, and even saved Endeavor. However, one thought differently.

Optimus: I refuse.

Optimus's refusal caused his friends to look back at him in shock.

Mirko: Wha?

Tenya: What are you thinking, Optimus?! Do you know how good this could be for your career as a future pro?! You'd practically be set right out of school!

Izuku: Yeah! If anyone deserves it, it's you Optimus.

But Optimus shook his head.

Optimus: It would not be fair. We all defeated the Hero Killer together, as one. I would not want to dishonor you all by taking credit that is not mine own.

Shoto gritted his teeth. Seriously this humble routine was getting on his nerves!

Shoto: If you're worried about us being dishonored, that's even more reason to take the credit! Endeavor didn't do squat to stop Stain. If you let him get all the glory, you dishonor yourself and us! Even more so.

Optimus could understand Shoto's perspective. He, too, wasn't thrilled about Endeavor's receiving the credit. However, there was more to it.

Optimus: I understand Shoto. But I don't want the credit.

Mirko: Why not?! And don't say it's because of your friends, because I can tell they would be a lot more pissed if you didn't.

Optimus: I don't want the attention such actions will bring me.

Manual: Why not? As Tenya said, this could benefit you and help you rise in popularity.

Optimus: Is that what you think being a hero is about?

His question came as a shock to the others, especially the pro heroes.

Optimus: I have never once cared about being popular. To me, that seems more like a burden than a boon. All I care about is being the best hero I can be, and helping everyone I can, no matter how the public views me. Besides, I already have enough attention because of the Sports Festival finale, but not all of it is good.

His classmates all looked down in understanding. People were still talking about Optimus's scars and how he got them. It was super uncomfortable when people asked them about it; they could only imagine how bad it was for Optimus.

Hearing all that, they could understand why Optimus wouldn't want to be in the spotlight anymore.

Tsuragamae continued to be amazed by the maturity this young hero showed. His good friend Nezu often went on and on about him, especially after he asked for help establishing an identity for this unknown teen. When asked why Nezu was going so far for a kid, all the rat/mouse/bear/fellow dog/person said was to trust him. He was glad to see his trust paid off.

Tsuragamae: If that's your decision, then so be it. Personally I know where I stand. I don't want to damage any promising young careers. Not for a mistake like this.

He said with a thumbs up and his long tongue sticking out.

Manual: Either way, we'll need to take responsibility for being negligent as supervisors.

Mirko: Except me! I gave my intern permission! And he's just my first! Ha!

Tenya felt even more shame for his actions. Not only did his quest for vengeance endanger his friends, but also a hero he selfishly used for his own gains. He had a long way to go to make up for this. He stood up and walked to Manual, bowing in apology.

Tenya: I'm sorry. I should've listened.

Manual gave Tenya a karate chop on the head.

Manual: Yeah! You caused us a lot of trouble! Remember that, and don't do it ever again.

Tenya: Sir!

Gran Torino looked over at his intern. Izuku held his head in shame.

Izuku: And... I apologize as well.

Shoto then bowed to the chief.

Shoto: Me, too. We'll leave it to you.

Tsuragamae: I know it's unfair in more ways than one. You won't enjoy any fame and praise you probably would've received otherwise. But at least... allow me, as chief of police, to thank you.

He bowed to the hero students who had rescued a dangerous killer from the street. Optimus smiled at the chief and held out his hand for the man to shake.

Optimus: For me, Chief Tsuragamae, that is more than enough.

The dog man smiled as he shook hands with the Prime, impressed by his firm grip.

Shoto looked away, a little embarrassed by his outburst earlier.

Shoto: You know, you could've started with that.

Izuku: Todoroki.

Izuku said with a fond smile, one Tenya shared.

As the three looked at their class rep, they looked at each other and nodded, all in agreement.

Some time passed after the chief left, Shoto and Izuku also left the room, claiming they needed to check on something.

Optimus knew they were hiding something, but given how they meant to leave him and Tenya alone in the room.

The two blue-haired boys were silent for a long moment, neither speaking. It was awkward. Finally, Tenya broke the silence.

Tenya: Optimus, I'm sorry.

Optimus: Tenya, you don't need to–

Tenya: Yes! I do! I need to apologise! So please, just let me finish apologizing.

Optimus stared at Tenya before nodding.

Tenya: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ignoring your advice and brushing you off when you were trying to help me. And hurting you when you did nothing to deserve it. And saying such hurtful words. Even if you say it's true, I had no right stooping so low as to use that against you. You are my friend. No, more than that, you're someone I look up to and aspire to be like. And I insulted you in the worst way possible.

Tears formed in his eyes.

Tenya: I even put you, Midoriya, and Todoroki in danger because I let my anger cloud my judgement. What kind of hero am I? Do I even deserve such a title after what's happened? Maybe Stain was right? Maybe I'm not cut out to be a hero after all?

Optimus looked at Tenya and was about to offer encouragement when he stopped himself. No. Sweet and comforting words wouldn't work on Tenya right now. He needed the truth, however blunt and hurtful it could be.

Optimus: I will not lie to you, Tenya. When you brought up my orphan status, I felt a lot of emotions that I decided to push down because you were hurting: anger, jealousy, sadness, and so on. I knew you were hurting, but for you, of all people, to resort to such tactics to keep me from helping you disappointed me more than anything. I expected better of you, Tenya.

Tenya felt shame well up inside him. He knew he caused pain to Optimus, but he didn't do anything to fix it, so consumed he was by rage.

Optimus: And of course, there was your attitude toward facing the Hero Killer. You completely ignored people in need, abandoned the citizens of Hosu who counted on you, and Manual, who was looking after you. You ignored an injured hero right next to you, who needed your help, all to satisfy your revenge. I agree with Stain that you had no right to be a hero at that moment.

Tenya looked down in shame. So that was it. Even Optimus Prime saw him as unworthy of the title.

Optimus: However, do you remember what I told Stain?

Tenya looked back up at Optimus, who now had a gentle smile.

Optimus: I believe that every sentient being has the capacity for change. And I knew that you could change from a vengeance seeking child, into a man worthy of both the name Ingenium, and the title of hero. That is something I still believe, with all that I am.

Tenya remembered what he said during that conversation—the confidence and assurance he had in his friend that he could be an amazing hero despite his flaws and mistakes. He also remembered how sure he was of this. He was hesitant to ask, but he needed to know.

Tenya: Because... of your brother?

And like that, Optimus's mood changed drastically. His smile became a depressed frown, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes looked far off in the distance. At that moment, Optimus looked far older than he had appeared.

Optimus: Yes. Because of him.

Despite not saying much, Tenya could feel the pain in Optimus's voice. He didn't know where he had gained the courage; maybe he was still running on adrenaline from last night or the painkillers, but he asked.

Tenya: What happened?

Optimus didn't answer for a long moment, his gaze facing out the window, as if peering into the past. Just when Tenya was about to abort, Optimus let out a resigned sigh.

Optimus: I suppose it's best to tell you, given that it explains why I was so angry with you that night.

Tenya sat up straight, his full attention on Optimus. Optimus trusted him with something so personal, and there was no way he would dishonor him by taking what he told him lightly.

Optimus: It all started in our hometown, where I grew up. I found out things were different there than they were around the world. It was like a caste system. Whatever your Quirk was, you would be assigned a certain role in the community and be forced to remain in that role for the rest of your life. If you didn't have a Quirk, you would be forced to work in the mines. Given that I showed no sign of a Quirk when I was born, I was sent to work in the mines at a young age. That's where I first met the person whom I called brother.

Tenya was amazed at what he heard, and appalled. To think there was a community out there that forced people into jobs just because of their Quirks. And to have the Quirkless slave away, Tenya couldn't believe such a thing was even legal.

Optimus: For many years, we toiled away in the mines. It wasn't uncommon for many young ones to die in accidents and cave-ins. Since it was a hostile work environment, we promised to watch each other's backs. I can't tell you how many times that promise had saved my life and his. While neither of us had a family, nor knew what that looked like, we considered the other brother, and would do anything to support each other. Nothing could break us apart. Until one day.

Tenya paid close attention.

Optimus: I had always believed there was more we could do. That we were meant for more than just mining. On the other hand, my brother was merely interested in following the rules and working his way up the ranks. We would endlessly talk about how our home needed change, but we often disagreed about how to do it. So, in my recklessness, I tricked my brother into a race designed for people who use Quirks. We nearly died several times, and we didn't even win.

Optimus let out a small chuckle as he recalled the race, and the look of shock on D-16's face. Tenya himself looked in disbelief at his class rep. To think he was once a delinquent and a rule breaker was pretty surprising.

Optimus: After the race, we were approached by the leader of our community. We were to be punished; however, the head of the library came and asked if he could take us on an apprenticeship at his library. Given that he was one of our home's most respected elders, our leader couldn't help but agree, but on the condition that it was only one of us to be chosen. He ended up choosing me. I tried to get my brother to join us, but our leader refused. And, that was how we were separated.

Optimus looked in pain as he remembered Dee's expression of betrayal and hurt. Maybe that's when their brotherhood truly shattered.

Optimus: I would learn under the elder who adopted me for the next several years. Such a life was completely different from the one I had known. I would look through thousands of books, learning our home's history. And what I learned made me all the more certain that our home needed to change, lest we destroy ourselves. But I knew I couldn't do it alone. That was when I heard of a gladiator speaking a similar message. Imagine my surprise when I learned it was my own brother, under a new name, who was giving such speeches.

Tenya was surprised by Optimus's statement. They had forced a child to become a gladiator because he had broken the rules. That was too extreme a punishment!

Optimus: It had been long since we saw each other, but we quickly picked up our brotherhood where we left off. With a little twist. I was always the reckless and adventurous one when we were younger, but now it seems my brother was far bolder than I ever was, and I became more reserved. He joked a lot about how the books made me soft, which I guess he wasn't that far off. He gave countless speeches about all people becoming equal. His charisma was unmatched, and his strength from his time in the pits was nothing to scoff at. He gathered many followers. Despite knowing his past, I am not ashamed to admit that even I looked up to him.

Tenya could hear Optimus's admiration in his voice. It reminded him of his own admiration for his brother.

Optimus: However, despite the good we were doing together, I could tell something about my brother had changed. At first I ignored it, thinking that people change with age. But it was more than that, despite how much I refused to see it. I came up with excuse after excuse to try and justify his change in behavior, despite other friends telling me otherwise. Until the day came when I could no longer deny what he had become.

Tenya saw that what he would say next would be painful for the Prime to admit. But he asked regardless.

Tenya: W-What happened?

Optimus: What always happens. The truth. We learned that our leader, someone who always appeared as a paragon of strength and goodness, was nothing more than a corrupt monster who exploited us, betraying his own people to our natural enemy. After learning that, whatever faith my brother had in our world's leaders was destroyed. He led a revolt against our leader. And despite not having a Quirk of his own yet, or as many followers, my brother was nothing if not tenacious. He managed to get to our leader and was close to killing him. However, my mentor and I came to stop him. We both knew that the new age of our home couldn't be built on the blood of others. But my brother was so blinded by rage that he couldn't tell friend from foe. He ended up killing my mentor, and then he...

He trailed off, his eyes closed in pain.

Tenya: He what?

Optimus summoned all his courage and will. He had made it this far, so he might as well finish it. But maybe it would be easier to show Tenya. He then pulled on the collar of his medical gown to reveal the massive scar over his heart.

Optimus: He shot me. Right here.

Tenya looked appalled. To see some of his scars up close and personal, and learn the history behind them, was horrifying. The scar looked as if someone shot him with a shotgun at close range.

Tenya: How-How did you survive?!

Optimus looked away, his hair obscuring his eyes. His mind went back to dangling over the ledge, the only thing that kept him from falling into a bottomless pit was the hand of the man who just murdered his beloved mentor and shot him point blank. He recalled his pleading words, begging his friend to stop and help him, only to receive the words from the dark red eyes of the being who haunted many of his dreams now.

Megatron (Flashback): I'm done saving you.

Optimus: I didn't.

His answer caused Tenya to go white.

Optimus: I know it is a miracle that I am alive and breathing today, no small part thanks to the God of my home. But that comfort could do nothing to ease the betrayal I felt inside me. My brother, my best friend, my hero, the person I admired most, betrayed me. Do you know what that feels like, Tenya? It's a wound that never heals, especially when I get such a blatant reminder whenever I look in a mirror. And that's why more than anything, your behavior scared me.

Tenya was shocked. If learning about such personal details of Optimus Prime wasn't enough, to learn that he caused real fear for the Prime.

Optimus: I wasn't just afraid that you would die at the Hero Killer's hand. I was more afraid of what would happen should you succeed.

Tenya blinked. Him? Succeed in killing the Hero Killer? It seemed far too unlikely, especially given how their fight went, but he didn't say anything.

Optimus: I know it seems unlikely, but I've witnessed repeatedly that humans can accomplish great things when they set their mind towards it. Your anger, your refusal to ask for help, reminded me so much of my brother after he learned the truth. I was scared of what would become of you if you succeeded in killing Stain. Because I know once you go down that path in rage, it can be almost impossible to pull yourself out of it. And I knew our duty as heroes would be to bring you in. And I don't know about the others, Tenya, but I can't fight another friend. I can't go through that again, my heart can't take it.

He couldn't do it again. It was already heartbreaking enough to try and fight Megatron, and any other traitors. If he had to fight another one, one that reminded him so much of Megatron, it might have broken him.

Tenya just looked at Optimus in awe. He had no idea his class rep had so much trauma inside him. But this didn't make him think any less of Optimus. If anything, his respect for him only grew far greater than before. To go through so much trauma and heartbreak, and still stand tall and proud, willing to help all those in need, including Tenya, was inspiring.

So, in Tenya's mind, there was only one thing to say.

Tenya: I won't betray you.

His statement caused Optimus to look at him in surprise.

Tenya: I can't promise I won't make mistakes or let my emotions get the better of me again. I'm only human. But I promise you this: I will never betray your trust. I will never give you reason to fight me outside of training. This is something I swear to you! With all that I am!

Optimus looked at Tenya in surprise. But his human heart couldn't help but be touched by such compassion. He placed a hand on Tenya's shoulder, being gentle not to hurt him.

Optimus: I'll hold you to that. Thank you, my friend.

Tenya: Of course, Prime!

Optimus had a look on his face, but Tenya soon broke out into a smile, and Optimus realized Tenya was teasing him, causing them both to laugh.

However, someone else listened to their conversation, unbeknownst to the two.

Izuku didn't mean to eavesdrop on such a private conversation, he just wanted to grab his notebook so Mirko could sign it. But he stopped entering when he heard Tenya and Optimus discussing the latter's brother. What he heard shocked Izuku to the core. Izuku couldn't believe hearing Optimus go through such pain and betrayal.

Not only that, but it made him think of his own situation. He and Katsuki used to be as close as brothers, only for the relationship to sour after he was declared Quirkless. He couldn't help but draw parallels from his experience and Optimus's.

Did this mean, Kacchan was beyond saving?

He shook his head. No. He wouldn't give up on his friend. Because from the sound of it, Optimus didn't give up on his friend either, and he managed to change his mind. So there was hope for Kacchan. There had to be!

As his vow to never give up on Katsuki was renewed, he also vowed to always be there for Optimus. It was clear to him now that he was hurting despite what his friend said. And Izuku would do everything he could to ensure his friend always got the help he needed. Because meddling when you don't need to is the essence of being a hero!

He just hoped he could be as much a hero for Optimus as he was to him.

Time passed, and Optimus left his room to get a drink. Walking through the hospital halls, he couldn't shake the feeling of... lightness. It was like an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders, even just a little.

Talking about Megatron, especially their early years together, proved more challenging than he had initially expected. But after finishing his tale, he felt better. He was in no way, shape, or form ready to talk about Megatron again, especially with others. He only did so now because he felt it was necessary for Tenya to understand. But maybe one day. Hopefully, soon.

But what concerned him at the moment was Stain. True to his word, Chief Tsuragamae showed him the substance in Stain's blood, and it was as he feared. Energon. And not just normal Energon that came from him, but Synthetic Energon.

His mind went back to the incident when Ratchet tested the incomplete formula on himself, making him stronger and faster, but also it messed with his mind, making him more inclined to violence. Much like Stain was in their fight after Shigaraki injected him with it.

Which brought another issue to the surface. The League of Villains now had Energon in their arsenal. Which would make them all the more dangerous, especially since they were now on everyone's radar for their supposed connection with Stain. People figured since the Nomu attack and the Hero Killer's operation took place in the same city at the same time, it hinted they were working together. But Optimus knew that was the furthest from the truth.

Judging by their alley interaction, Stain and Shigaraki despised each other. He wasn't sure what happened between them, but he knew it was nothing good, given that Shiagarki gave Stain the Synth-En drug to test it on him. This meant that this was a misunderstanding that the population was all too eager to follow up on, which was suspicious to Optimus.

It was too much of a coincidence, too deliberate, as if someone wanted both events to happen simultaneously to paint the picture of Stain being a member of the League of Villains. It must be the mastermind behind the League who was responsible. He had long concluded that Tomura Shiagarki was just a pawn pretending to be the player, which meant someone else was pulling the strings. But who?

He thought that maybe it was that vague threat the Primes sent him to this world to stop, given that the League now had access to Synthetic Energon, something only the ancients would know how to craft. He thought of asking the Primes for more info, but they've been silent about the threat since he first came. What was so dangerous about this threat that they couldn't tell him? He trusted in their wisdom but needed to be prepared for whatever was coming.

He pushed such thoughts out of his head as he arrived at a vending machine, buying a water. As he waited, he heard the conversation of a nearby group of people.

Man 1: Did you hear? They caught the Hero Killer last night!

Man 2: Yeah, I saw it on the news. It's crazy to think that lunatic is finally caught. But I'm not complaining; we're all safer because of it.

Man 3: So who caught him? I heard several of the top 10 were in the area last night. Was it Mirko? Endeavor? Or one of their sidekicks?

Man 1: No, that's the craziest thing of all! It was a kid who beat him!

Optimus, drinking from his water, suddenly spit it out in shock.

Man 2: A kid? You're trying to tell me, a notorious serial killer who evaded capture for months by seasoned pros, got taken down by someone who hasn't completed puberty yet?!

Man 1: I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. It was the same kid who saved Endeavor when the Hero Killer made that sudden dash after his intense speech.

Man 3: That kid? Wasn't he the runner up in the Sports Festival!

Man 2: You mean the one with all those scars?

Man 1: I'm not lying, it's right here!

He showed them a news report on his phone.

Man 1: "Sports Festival Runner Up Takes Down Hero Killer And Saves No. 2 Hero!"

Optimus immediately pulled out his phone and searched the article; lo and behold, it was. Detailing how he, alone, took down the Hero Killer.

Optimus's brain went into overdrive. How did this happen?! Who leaked the truth?! He asked to be kept out of the report?! Did the police lie?! Or did someone overhear their discussion?!

So absorbed with his thoughts, that he didn't notice a young girl looking up at him in awe as she recognized hi,m as she soon shouted.

Little Girl: You're the one who beat the big bad Hero Killer! You're Optimus Prime!

And like that, all activity in the lounge stopped as everyone turned to see Optimus Prime standing in his hospital gown, nervous sweat falling down his face. A lot of those stares were young teenage girls with heart eyes. All at once, they screamed in jubilation.

Optimus: Scrap.

"How'd you beat the Hero Killer?!"

"Take off that gown so we can see your muscles!"

"I have a thing for guys with scars!"

"TAKE MEEEEEEE!"

Those were the words Optimus could make out as he ran through the hospital hallway, an army of humans, mostly consisting of teenage girls with heart eyes, chasing after him. He dodged and weaved his way around doctors and nurses, who got run over by the mob of people chasing Optimus.

Optimus: "If only I could still transform!"

Optimus bemoaned, but that gave him an idea.

Taking a sharp turn down a deserted hallway, the girls followed suit, missing the flash of blue light. When they arrived, the object of their affection was nowhere in sight. All there was was an old janitor, with white hair and a bushy mustache, holding a mop as he cleaned the floors.

He then looked over at the young girls.

Janitor: Are you young ladies looking for that kiddo who just dashed past here? I'm sorry, ladies. I haven't seen him.

Girls: Awww~!

They soon gathered and began coordinating a search grid to find the target. When hospital security arrived, they were taken away to be lectured for disrupting the hospital's peace. When the hallway was empty once again, the janitor looked around, saw no one in sight, and sighed in relief.

In a flash of blue, the janitor disappeared, revealing Optimus, slumping his back against the wall and wiping sweat from his brow.

Optimus: "That was exhausting, but at least it allowed me to try out that new idea of mine."

The idea he was referring to was one he came up with while recovering after his match with Katsuki. He thought of how to use the Power of the Primes without being exhausted after every use. And the idea he had came from Izuku of all people.

While it was unhealthy for Izuku to concentrate only on one limb, it gave him the idea that focusing on one Prime's power would allow him to use said power longer and with less burn out. It seemed to work, but it took a lot of concentration to keep the power on without drawing on the others. He still felt exhausted, but thankfully, not as serious as before.

He worked to shake off his exhaustion as he looked for Chief Tsuragamae. He needed answers. While he trusted the chief not to say anything, he needed to know who leaked that he was the one to defeat Stain.

He walked awhile until he saw his friends chatting in their shared room. Perhaps they knew something.

Optimus: Everyone, something has happened. Someone leaked the idea that I defeated the Hero Killer to the press. Do any of you have any idea who it might be?

The three stayed silent as they glanced at each other knowingly, something Optimus immediately picked up on as his eyes widened.

Optimus: You all did this?! You all went against my wishes and told everyone it was me?! Why would you all betray me like this?!

They all had looks of guilt on them, except Shoto, who just looked indifferent like usual. Izuku grinned sheepishly, while Tenya avoided eye contact.

Izuku: W-well, we thought you deserved it.

Optimus: But I said–!

Tenya: We know what you said. And I'm sorry for betraying you like this, even though I vowed I wouldn't only moments ago. We understand and respect your reasoning, but we chose to ignore it.

Optimus was speechless as he turned to Shoto, his expression asking him his role. Shoto just shrugged.

Shoto: Consider it a thank you. "For everything you've done for me and more."

Optimus: Thank you?!

Shoto: You're welcome.

Optimus groaned as he rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. Do they know how much more complicated they just made his life?

Tenya: I'm sorry, Optimus. I am, but this was the only way to show my appreciation for you. After all, you were a real hero, unlike me.

And immediately, Optimus's expression softened, as did the expression of the other two.

Tenya: When I came across the Hero Killer, I stopped thinking rationally. The first thing I should've done was call Manual. But I got lost in my own anger.

His mind went back to the Hero Killer's words. How he used his Quirk for selfish revenge, disregarding the lives that counted on him. Despite what the others would say, that shame would stay with him for the rest of his days.

Tenya: I hate him so much, but I can't deny he spoke the truth. That's why I need to improve my skills and work to become a better hero. To embody what a hero truly is. Only then can I forgive myself for what I did.

Optimus looked at Tenya with empathy. Despite being frustrated with Tenya for going behind his back, he understood Tenya's desire to be better after making a mistake. He experienced this constantly during the war.

He then walked forward and held out his hand for Tenya to shake.

Optimus: Then let us use this experience to grow into a hero your brother would be proud of.

Tenya smiled as he shook his hand. Soon, Izuku placed his hand on theirs as well. He gave them a determined smile.

Izuku: I'll also vow to get stronger too. Let's all become the best heroes we can be. Go beyond! Plus Ultra!

Both Optimus and Tenya smiled at Izuku's spirit, it quickly became infectious. The greenette then looked to Shoto, who looked uncertain.

Izuku: Come on Todoroki, join us!

Shoto looked away, nervous and uncertain.

Shoto: I shouldn't.

His refusal caught them off guard, as he looked guilty down at his arm.

Shoto: I feel kinda bad.

Izuku: About what?

Shoto: Someone's hand gets all messed up whenever I'm involved. Midoroiya's and Iida's arms are already scarred and damaged, I wouldn't want Optimus to be the third. Is something wrong with me?

The three would never forget what he said next as long as they lived.

Shoto: Am I cursed?

The three were silent before Izuku and Tenya laughed at the question's absurdity.

Izuku: Todoroki! I didn't know you had a sense of humor!

Izuku said as he kept laughing. But Shoto still replied with the utmost seriousness.

Shoto: It's no laughing matter. I'm like 'The Hand Crusher' or something.

Izuku: 'T-The Hand Crusher'! HAHAHAHA!

The only one who seemed to take his words seriously is Optimus, who moved to place a hand on Shoto's shoulder.

Optimus: If it's any consolation Shoto, I do not think you are some cursed 'Hand Crusher'. Nor do I find much humor in this.

Shoto: Thanks, I think.

Optimus: If it makes you feel better, many people once called me 'The Head Hunter'. Though I'm not sure why.

Izuku: 'THE HEAD HUNTER'?! BWHAHAHA!

Izuku and Tenya now laughed harder when it was revealed Optimus had some goofy nickname.

Everyone then calmed down as the funniness of the situation wore off. At that moment, someone knocked on the door. They turned to see a nurse walk in.

Nurse: Excuse me, which one of you is Optimus Prime?

Optimus: That would be me ma'am. Is something the matter?

Nurse: I'm just here to return your phone.

The Nurse then handed him his phone. When they were taken to the hospital, they had to turn over any communication devices they had on them to avoid answering any questions people might ask. As he took his phone, he noticed he received many missed calls and messages, most from his friends and some from Nezu and Recovery Girl.

Nurse: Little warning, your phone was the loudest of the four.

Optimus was confused by what she could've meant, but then his phone started to ring, and he noticed it was someone who had tried calling him over a hundred times.

Momo Yaoyorozu

For some reason, one he couldn't explain, a sense of dread filled his entire being. He began to sweat nervously, his body shaking in nervousness. Why was he feeling like this?

Izuku: What's wrong?

His friends picked up on his discomfort

Optimus: Momo is calling me.

Both Izuku and Tenya paled, and while Shoto wasn't as clued into social cues as most, even he could tell all that awaited Optimus Prime was certain doom.

Summoning every bit of his courage, he answered the call. He held it to his ear and waited for the verbal lashing that was sure to come.

...

...

...

Except all he got was silence, which caused Optimus to look back at the phone. The call connected, so it should have gone through. Did she misdial him? He held the phone back to his ear.

Optimus: He–

Momo: YOU GOT STABBED BY THE HERO KILLER?!

He held the phone away from him lest his ears burst, wincing. Even the others flinched back at the rage in her voice. He then looked apologetically at his friends.

Optimus: Would you all excuse me for a moment? I need to take this.

He then left the room, praying to Primus that he would survive this phone call.

The others watched him leave, each expressing sympathy for their fallen leader but unwilling to become involved in Momo Yaoyorozu's fury.

Izuku: She's going to eat him alive, isn't she?

Tenya: Most certainly.

Izuku: Should we help him?

Shoto: You really want to get in the middle of that?

Izuku: ...Good point. "Good luck, Optimus."

They were silent for a bit.

Tenya: It will benefit Optimus to have someone lecture him thoroughly. Given how reckless he can act.

Shoto: Like you're one to talk.

Tenya: ...Fair point.

Again, they were silent for some moments.

Izuku: We're terrible friends, aren't we?

Shoto: ...Yeah, we are.

Optimus: Momo, calm down–

Momo: DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN OPTIMUS PRIME?!

The use of his full name and the fury in her voice caused him to shut up.

Momo: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

Optimus: Well, I was–

Momo: THAT WAS BEYOND STUPID! EVEN STUPIDER THAN FIGHTING THAT MONSTER AT THE U.S.J.!

Optimus: But I needed to–

Momo: THIS WAS A VILLAIN WHO HAD KILLED OVER A DOZEN HEROES AND CRIPPLED MORE THAN TWICE AS MANY!

Optimus: But Tenya would've–

Momo: AND THEN YOU JUMPED IN FRONT OF THE HERO KILLER AND GOT YOUSELF STABBBED!

Optimus: Endeavor would've–

Momo: I DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ENDEAVOR! ALL I CARE ABOUT IS YOU! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING DOING SOMETHING SO DANGEROUS WHEN THERE WERE DOZENS OF PROS AROUND?!

Optimus didn't answer, afraid she would cut him off again.

Momo: WELL?!

Optimus: People needed my help.

He said the words so earnestly, so full of conviction, that all of Momo's anger evaporated instantly. She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She hated how much power he had over her.

Momo: I hate it when you talk like that. How can I possibly be angry when you give me an answer like that in such an earnest tone?

She could almost feel his smile on the other side of the phone.

Optimus: It's a talent many of my old friends hated.

Momo: I can see why.

Goodness, he must've had almost no one disagree with or lecture him on his recklessness when he spoke like that. Many were that annoying.

But he was worth all the annoyances, to her at least.

But her expression soon fell as she asked with concern.

Momo: But seriously, are you okay?

Optimus: I'm fine Momo. I promise.

Momo: Any last nerve damage you need to worry about?

Optimus: Thankfully no. The doctors here at Hosu have done a wonderful job in repairing my hand.

He didn't need to tell her he had to resort to using Quintus Prime's healing to repair the damage done to his hand. He didn't want to worry her further.

Momo let out a sigh of relief.

Momo: That's a relief. When I saw the footage from last night... after the Hero Killer gave off such a chilling speech... and then you jumped in to save Endeavor from him... my heart froze for a moment.

Optimus looked guilty. While he did not regret what he had done, as he had saved a life, he still regretted causing others to worry, especially Momo.

Optimus: I'm sorry to have worried you, Momo. I promise, I'm fine. This isn't even my worst injury.

At that last comment, Momo frowned, because of how true it was. She still couldn't get his scared and damaged body out of her mind. Seeing the person she loved and admired have so many traumatic scars... she didn't know how to describe it.

Momo shook her head. Now was not the time to go down that rabbit hole.

Momo: No need to worry. I'm just glad to hear you're alright. It's always nice to hear your voice.

Oh and what a nice voice it was. It had the ability to simultaneously send a shiver down her spine while empowering her to fight one when she had nothing left.

She then blushed as she realized how inappropriate her thoughts were. She then coughed.

Momo: So, anyway, how are the others?

Optimus: Others?

She smirked as he tried to sound innocent. While he was good at hiding things, deception wasn't his strong suit.

Momo: I'm talking about Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki, who are probably in the hospital with you after you took down the Hero Killer together.

Optimus: ...How did you find out?

Momo had a coy smile.

Momo: I'd like to think that in these past few months of working together as class reps, I've grown to know you quite well, Optimus. I know that you would never accept full credit for an achievement, you would have mentioned the efforts of others if you could, as long as it didn't get them in trouble, or even forsake credit entirely if others couldn't partake of it. Plus, Midoriya sent that location text to everyone in his contacts. Using the time it was sent, and cross-referencing it to where the Hero Killer's broadcast took place and time between events, I concluded that Midoriya was there with you. Iida and Todoroki were more of a guess. But since I saw neither of them on the news when those other Nomu attacked, I could infer they were also most likely there. But the reason why none of them are receiving any credit is because you, of all people, were the only one who had permission to engage the Hero Killer, and since you would never accept full credit, they most likely went behind your back and told everyone it was you. Did I get it right?

Optimus stared at his phone screen in silent awe. That deduction level allowed her to draw an accurate conclusion from small details. Even how the others went behind his back to make sure he got all the credit.

Even Soundwave would probably be impressed.

He smiled as he spoke into the phone.

Optimus: You're amazing, Momo.

All the coyiness left Momo as his face went redder than a tomato.

Why did he always do this to her?! All he had to do was say such a simple statement with that voice and her heart felt like it would explode!

It wasn't fair! Why couldn't he almost die from a heart attack from her words?!

Momo: "One day... I swear one day... I'm gonna be the one who makes your heart explode Optimus Prime! This I swear!"

Optimus: Momo? Are you still there?

She put away any thoughts of revenge as she spoke.

Momo: I-I'm here! Sorry about that. But anyway, I still think they did the right thing. If anyone deserves credit for the Hero Killer, it should be you, especially after you saved Endeavor.

Optimus wanted to refute her, but he didn't want this conversation to devolve into a 'who deserves the most credit', so he let it go.

Optimus: Thank you Momo. However, this attention isn't all that great, to be honest.

Momo: What do you mean?

Optimus: Just before you called, I got chased by a crowd of people. Many of them being young females. They were so... enthusiastic.

Momo's expression darkened.

A spark of jealousy flared at the thought of a bunch of girls surrounding her Optimus.

Her instincts took over as her Quirk instinctively created a gun from her body.

Optimus: Momo?

She snapped out of it at his voice, then looked back at the newly gun and panicked. She looked around, worried if anyone was watching, before creating a bag and throwing the gun in there.

She would have to find a way to dispose of the weapon. Thankfully, this wasn't the first time she created a firearm.

Momo: S-Sorry about that! Got distracted! But more importantly, were you able to lose them?

Optimus: I did. But I worry it may not be the last time I would face such... excited people. Dealing with this is exhausting.

He wasn't used to the spotlight. Despite being a Prime and leader of the Autobots, Cybertron didn't have such time for festivities during the war. He also stressed to his Autobots the importance of being robots in disguise.

Momo frowned with sympathy as he heard his voice. She could understand being so in the spotlight given her family name and status. But she had grown up in the world and was used to it by now, but Optimus probably didn't have that. Maybe she could offer to help him learn how to deal with such fame?

Momo: Well, I'm sure you'll find some way through it. You always do.

Optimus: Thank you for your words Momo. What about you? How is your internship progressing?

She let out a sigh as she thought back on her internship. After their conversation yesterday, she tackled her internship with more gusto than before. Desperate to learn anything she could under Uwambi, even the smallest thing to help her improve.

Momo: It hasn't been easy. I'm trying to follow your advice, but most of the things she's teaching me and Kendo are things I already mastered when I was younger. The only thing she helped us learn was how to deal with crowds of fans who want your autograph. It wasn't any of the stuff I wanted to learn.

She wanted to learn how to overcome her hesitation and stop thinking too much, the weaknesses that cost her at the Sports Festival and the U.S.J. She needed to learn how to overcome these handicaps, lest she become a burden for others.

Optimus could hear her frustration, and understood. The desire to improve to make sure you never became a burden to others, he had a lot of experience with other Autobots who faced similar doubts.

He thought about how best to help her when an idea came to mind.

Optimus: Momo, if you're okay with it, would you mind sparring together once we're back on campus?

Momo's eyes widened! The idea of learning under her crush? How did she not think of such a thing before?!

Optimus Prime was the strongest person she knew! He never hesitated in his actions and always knew the best way to solve any problem they encountered! She could learn so much from him. Not to mention it would just be the two of them together.

She was about to say yes, but stopped when she realized something.

Momo: But what about you? I can see how you would benefit, but what do you get from this?

Optimus: I do not need anything. I want to help you.

While such sentiments were pleasing to hear, it wasn't enough to Momo. She didn't just want to take and take without giving anything back.

Momo: No, not good enough for me. There must be something I can do to repay you for being willing to help me.

Optimus sighed. He already knew this, but humans were so stubborn. He could understand where she came from, not wanting a free lunch as the humans would say. He thought about it for a moment when an idea came to mind.

Optimus: You primarily fight close combat with a bo-staff, correct?

Momo: Yes. Bōjutsu, it's the style I excel in. Why?

Optimus: I do not have much experience fighting with a staff and against enemies who wield them. I would hate to find myself at a disadvantage should I encounter a foe who uses one, and it is all I have on hand to defend myself and others. So, while I teach you how to better fight and overcome your weakness, you can also help me improve by expanding my arsenal of possible weapons and experience dealing with different villains. Do we have a deal?

Momo thought about it for a long moment. She was pretty confident in his skills; it wouldn't take much for him to learn how to fight against a staff wielder or use one himself. But still, he came up with a beneficial trade between them, one she was happy to accept. Plus, the idea of being able to teach the boy she loved something made her incredibly giddy inside.

Momo: Very well. When should we meet up?

Optimus: Let's begin a few days after we return to school. That way, we have some time to cool off and adjust to our normal schedule.

Momo: Sounds acceptable. I look forward to our sparing sessions.

Optimus: As do I, Momo.

The two talked for hours, sharing internship stories, creating a schedule for their sparring sessions, and how to better help their classmates as Class Reps.

By the time they finished, the sun was beginning to set on Optimus's end so he decided to hang up. They said their goodbyes and ended the call there. Optimus couldn't stop the smile on his face for the rest of the day, yet he had no idea why.

Endeavor sat in the hospital room, looking out the window at the setting sun. He didn't have to be here, but he was checked over for any wounds he may have suffered from the Nomus. He was mainly there to provide security for the Hero Killer, though if he was being entirely honest, he would rather be as far away as humanly possible from that man, if he could even be called that.

He couldn't sleep all night. He could still remember the chill that ran up his spine at the hatred Stain held in his words that night. It was unlike anything he'd ever encounter. After over twenty years of being a hero and fighting the nastiest villains, nothing he'd ever encountered could be compared to what he felt last night.

Endeavor: "Except from him."

Indeed, while he never encountered such an overwhelming presence from a villain, he did encounter one who continued to affect him far after their first encounter. Only this was no villain, but a child, if he could be called that.

Endeavor: "Optimus Prime."

Yet another reason why he couldn't sleep at night. Every time he closed his eyes, he was back on that street, completely powerless as Stain called the heroes of society hypocrites and declared All Might and Optimus Prime true heroes before attempting to kill him.

Endeavor has been in many life-or-death battles; it comes with the territory of being a Pro Hero, especially a high-ranking one. He long accepted he'd meet his end fighting rather than age. It was an undisputed fact that every Hero would have to accept if they chose this path. And he did too.

But he vowed that should he one day meet his end, he would take whoever dared kill him with him down to Hell. And if not that, he'd scare the villain so bad they would never recover, and always remember him. He would be sure to go down fighting.

But last night, he could've died, and there wouldn't have been a thing he could do to change that. He just stood there, frozen in fear, unable to move, or even summon a flicker of fire to defend himself. He would have died, powerless, pathetic.

He should have died.

But he didn't, because of Optimus Prime.

The same boy who had the balls to threaten him! The same boy who even now would cause him to lie awake late into the night, his presence causing his body to tremble. The same boy who threatened to take his head should he do anything to his family, and Endeavor was certain that there was nothing he could do to stop him if he wanted to. The same boy who turned his son against him.

That same boy who defiled, threatened, and humiliated him more than once, saved his life that night, when no one else could.

He couldn't get it out of his head, no matter how much he tried. It was stuck in his mind on repeat. Just the same image of him jumping in front of Stain and taking the knife that would have killed him.

It caused emotions to be stirred inside of him. What were these sickening feelings? Guilt... Shame... Remorse? Is that what he was feeling? He tried to deny it, but nothing he came up with worked.

?: Boss? You there, Boss?

He came out from his mind to see Burnin, his top sidekick, snapping her fingers to get his attention. He sighed as he let himself get distracted.

Endeavor: I'm fine Burnin. What is it you want?

While some may find his words rude, Burnin had been with him the longest and was used to such blunt forwardness—mostly.

Burnin: I got the report you wanted?

She said proudly, gesturing to the envelope in her hand.

Endeavor: Report?

Burnin: Yeah, on the kid from the Sports Festival who beat your kid in the Semi-Finals. Optimus Prime.

Endeavor's eyes widened slightly. That's right, he had asked Burnin to look into everything they could discover about Optimus Prime. At the time, the boy dared to threaten him, and Endeavor's pride couldn't allow such a slight against him to go unpunished. But he was a hero, he couldn't just attack a student, but he couldn't let an unknown like him roam free. So he tasked Burnin with finding everything she could about him, to see if there was a weak point in his history they could exploit.

She handed him the envelope.

Burnin: You would not believe the number of favors I had to call in, even had to make a few outrageous promises to try and get all this info. I overdosed on coffee and energy drinks when I compiled all the data. I don't even remember what I put in that thing, and it's the only copy, some intern ended up deleting the data from my computer after I printed it all. Probably for the best, since this means you'll be the first to read what's there.

Endeavor nodded as he moved to open the envelope. However, just before he could take the papers out, he brushed his hands across his face.

Fresh warm blood splattered across. The blood of a young man. One who risked his life to save both him and his son.

And before Endeavor knew what he was doing, he tossed the envelope and its contents into a trash bin. Before Burnin could say anything. Endeavor shot a single flame from his finger and incinerated the evidence.

Burnin looked at the pile of ash left in her boss's wake with eyes so wide, the eyeballs would roll out. She spent so much time on that, even sacrificing her girls night out and date night to write that thing, all without overtime pay. And Endeavor burns it all up without even taking a peek.

Burnin: You–Why would you? After all the–?

She couldn't even get a complete sentence out.

Endeavor: So there are no more debts between us.

Was all Endeavor said before walking away without looking back. Before he exited, he stopped.

Endeavor: I'll ensure you get all the overtime pay you missed, plus a little extra as compensation for all the hard work you've done up until now, and some extra days off.

Burnin looked at her boss in shock. He never did anything like this before? What the heck changed?!

As Endeavor walked down the halls, he had to admit that the disgusting feeling he felt earlier wasn't so prevalent. He felt almost lighter, which could be an accurate term.

But this doesn't mean Optimus Prime is off the hook. There was something off with that boy, now more than ever, given he wasn't affected by Stain that night. And he would find out what, just not in the way that forced him to sneak around. That was a coward's approach, and Endeavor was no coward.

The same story was being played on repeat across Japan and the world.

"Now, our continuing coverage. Three villains were captured in the Hosu riots. Their identities and motives are yet unknown. However, based on their distinctive appearance and the presence of three people our reporters filmed nearby, many are speculating they're connected to the League of Villains that attacked U.A. High last month."

"The Hero Killer Stain claimed many lives. Since All Might burst into the scene, he has more victims than any other criminal. With his arrest, everyone in the country can rest a little easier tonight."

"There was reportedly another villain on the scene but there's been no confirmation of this yet."

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"The seriously wounded Hero Killer is currently receiving treatment at a villain hospital under heavy police guard. Officials are awaiting the recovery of several of his victims before further investigating the villain's motives."

CLICK

"We're back talking about the man who has surely left his mark on Japan, if not the world. The Hero Killer Stain. Why did he do it? What did he hope to gain? Don't be shy, we're taking calls and wanna hear your thoughts."

CLICK

"I'm coming to you live from Ekou Street in Hosu City. Last night, just after 8pm, the Hero Killer Stain was arrested by the young Hero Student, Optimus Prime, on this very blo-"

CLICK

The TV goes dark, powering down.

Within the confines of their bar, Kurogiri watched as his young charge read a newspaper, which, like the news, mostly talked about the Hero Killer. The League of Villains was barely even mentioned.

Shigaraki: He's all they're talking about. He and that metal brat. Nothing about my Nomu's!

He shouted as he crumpled up the Newspaper and threw it to the side. He felt rage and jealousy. He staged his attack last night to cause so much fear in the people that they wouldn't even remember Stain. But his plan backfired.

Shigaraki: Not only have they not forgotten, but we didn't even make the front page. And once more, that metal brat is still alive!

He slammed his fist down in anger. He hoped putting Stain on the super juice would allow him to kill that bastard who took his fingers, even if he wanted to be one to do it himself. But once again, that brat had to survive. He was like a cockroach, he just never stayed dead.

?: Well, well... looks like our plan is working.

All For One had a sneer on his face as he heard the disembodied voice of his 'master'. He was in his lair, watching the news reports talking about the Hero Killer and the connection he had to the League of Villains, even though there wasn't one. Just like he planned

AFO: This is my plan. Remember that.

?: Of course, of course. Whatever you say, my adorable student.

The voice's mocking got on All For One's nerves. All For One would have destroyed it centuries ago if they had a physical body. But since that wasn't an option, and no Quirk seemed to make the voice silent, he had to endure it, like he did during his younger years.

?: Now, on to more important matters, how did the sparkling's little test go?

The voice had taken to calling Tomura 'sparkling'. While All For One had no idea what that term meant, the voice had used it to refer to Tomura's age.

As to the test, he referred to Tomura's choice to inject Stain with the mysterious liquid crafted from the formula the voice gave Garaki. All For One had never seen the doctor so excited in his long life. The formula he gave crafted a liquid similar to Optimus Prime's blood, if slightly inferior, especially with mental damage. The doctor created one vial for testing, and Tomura took and used it on Hero Killer. From the things All For One saw, the results were... disappointing.

While it did increase Stain's strength and speed, it turned him into nothing more than a mindless animal. While sometimes useful, a mad dog was more trouble than it was worth, especially if one couldn't control it. If Stain was seen as nothing more than a raving lunatic by the public, not many people would take him seriously, which would ruin his plans to destabilize people's faith in heroes.

Thankfully, Stain's willpower was extraordinary, so he could retain some sense, and even speak his beliefs, which was all he needed. From his sources in the hospital, he was currently in a coma, suffering from severe cognitive damage. They weren't sure if he'd ever wake up. No matter, he played his part in All For One's plan. Now the League would gain an influx of new recruits.

AFO: It was reckless. While the plan was still accomplished, and we learned more about how this form of Energon affects the host, he nearly ruined the whole point of the attack by destroying Stain's mind. He still lets his emotions get the best of him.

?: Remind you of anyone?

He knew the voice was referring to his younger days, when he let even the smallest slight send him into a rage that he would pay back in full. While he would still repay those who dared cross him, he was more subtle and patient in exacting his revenge. Something he begrudgingly learned from the voice that insisted on calling itself his master.

?: Enough about the past. I have worked for you, my apprentice.

All For One raised his eyebrows. This was a first. Never before had the voice sought to give him a specific task. Sure he imparted advice meant to be followed, gave suggestions that bordered on orders, but never before had he asked for a specific thing from All For One, not in the two centuries they've known each other.

AFO: What is thy bidding... my master?

He growled out the last part. But he knew from experience never to anger this voice. He could still feel the pressure that overcame him as an invisible force gripped his soul. And if it squeezed any harder, his very existence would be extinguished. The fear of death, a kind of feeling he's never felt since he was a child.

And the voice reveled in that fear if what he felt in the air was any indication.

?: I need you to craft three specific Nomu's for me. Each has a distinct look, and I'll supply one for you. Make sure they appear as lifelike as possible, don't make them into those hideous beasts with the brain sticking out. Don't worry about the power or Quirk, I'll supply what is needed to complete them.

All For One was intrigued by 'his master's' request. What would he need three lifelike Nomus for? And how would he give them their Quirks? He wanted to know more, but didn't ask, since he was sure he wouldn't get a straight answer.

AFO: Thy will be done. But may I ask one thing. Why do you need them?

The air shifted as a menacing aura soon enveloped All For One.

?: Why does a worm like you need to know about my plans?

All For One was sweating in nervousness, feeling that same, cold grip around his soul.

AFO: I want to understand. The Nomus take time and many resources to create, especially if you want them to be life-like. The Energon you provided us helps, but to not give them Quirks. I do not understand.

The voice was silent for a long moment, causing All For One to feel more nervous.

?: It's time for the usurper to pay for taking what was always mine. And I came up with the perfect way to break him.

A/N: So as you can tell I combined the backstory of Transformers One and Transformers Prime.