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The interrogation room was cold and devoid of anything resembling hope. A single light bulb buzzed overhead.
Yuga Aoyama sat in the center of the room, bound to a heavy steel chair. The quirk-suppressing cuffs dug into his wrists, but he hardly felt them.
He was shaking so violently that the chair legs rattled against the concrete floor. His usually impeccable appearance was gone; his hair was a mess, his face streaked with sweat and tears, his eyes wide with the frantic terror of a trapped animal.
The heavy door clicked and swung open.
Aoyama flinched, squeezing his eyes shut, expecting Aizawa, or maybe the police, or perhaps a terrifying hero like Endeavor.
Instead, he heard the soft tap, tap, tap of small feet.
He opened his eyes to see Principal Nezu walking in. The small, white creature was smiling, his paws clasped behind his back, looking for all the world like he was taking a pleasant morning stroll rather than entering a high-security holding cell.
"Principal... Nezu..." Aoyama whispered, his voice cracking.
"Good evening, Young Aoyama," Nezu chirped, hopping up onto the table in front of the chair so he could look the student in the eye. "Or I suppose it's technically morning now. Time does fly when one is busy cleaning up messes."
"Principal, please!" Aoyama burst out, leaning forward as much as the restraints would allow. "I'm so sorry! I didn't want to do it! He... All For One... he made me! I was scared! Please, you have to believe me!"
Nezu listened, his expression softening into one of apparent sympathy. He nodded slowly, his ears drooping slightly. "I understand, Aoyama. Truly, I do. Fear is a powerful motivator. You were put in an impossible situation at a young age. You were given a quirk you didn't ask for, and then held hostage by a monster. It's a tragic story."
Aoyama sobbed in relief, his body sagging. "Yes... yes! Thank you, Principal! I knew you would understand! I — "
"However."
The word cut through the room like a guillotine blade.
Nezu's smile didn't vanish, but it changed. The warmth evaporated, leaving behind a cold, predatory baring of teeth. His beady black eyes, usually so lively, went dead still. The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.
"Understanding your motivation does not absolve you of the consequences," Nezu said, his voice losing its cheerful lilt, replaced by a low, dangerous tone that grated on Aoyama's nerves. "Because of your fear... because of your cowardice... I almost lost five of my students."
He leaned forward, his small face inches from Aoyama's.
"Akaza. Rumi Usagiyama. Momo Yaoyorozu. Mina Ashido. Katsuki Bakugo. Do those names mean anything to you beyond targets on a list? Do you have any idea what they went through in that forest? Do you know what Akaza had to become to save them?"
Aoyama trembled, unable to speak.
"You endangered my students," Nezu whispered. "You endangered my school. You endangered the future."
"I... I won't do it again! I promise!" Aoyama wailed. "I'll leave! I'll disappear!"
"Oh, you won't be disappearing," Nezu laughed. It wasn't his usual laugh. It was a high-pitched, manic sound that echoed off the metal walls, sending a shiver down Aoyama's spine. "And you certainly won't be leaving until I am satisfied."
Nezu stood up on the table, his shadow stretching long and distorted against the wall.
"You are going to tell me everything, Aoyama. Every coordinate. Every contact method. Every safe house. Every single scrap of information you fed to that man."
"I can't!" Aoyama screamed. "He'll kill me! He'll kill my parents! He said if I talk, he'll — "
"And what do you think I will do?" Nezu interrupted.
The question hung in the air.
"You think All For One is the only monster in this world?" Nezu asked softly. "I was experimented on by humans, Aoyama. I know pain. I know fear. And I know exactly how to inflict them. I run the Hero Public Safety Commission's black ops division. Do you know what that means?"
Aoyama shook his head frantically, tears flying.
"It means I have resources that make villains look like amateurs," Nezu hissed. "If you decide to protect him... if you decide to stay silent... let's just say I will make you wish All For One had killed you. I will ensure that what happens to you and your family is so thorough, so brutal, and so devastating that All For One's threats will seem like a mercy."
Aoyama stared into the principal's eyes and saw no bluff.
The last of his resistance crumbled. The fear of the distant Demon King was replaced by the terror of the very real, very angry chimera before him.
"I'll talk," Aoyama choked out, hyperventilating. "I'll tell you everything! Just please... please don't hurt my parents! Please!"
Nezu's terrifying aura vanished instantly. He sat back down, his cheerful, polite smile returning as if nothing had happened. He pulled a voice recorder from his pocket and set it on the table.
"Excellent choice! Let's get started, shall we?"
Three Days Later
The morning light filtering into Class 1-A was gray and muted, matching the heavy atmosphere that hung over the room.
There was an empty desk.
It sat there like a gaping wound in the seating chart. Yuga Aoyama's desk. No one looked at it directly, but everyone was hyper-aware of its presence. The betrayal sat heavily in their stomachs. They had eaten with him, trained with him, laughed with him. And the whole time, he had been feeding them to wolves.
Mina Ashido was unusually quiet, her chin resting on her arms. Toru Hagakure wasn't bubbling with energy. Even Iida sat silently, staring at the blackboard, his usual robotic motions stilled by the weight of reality.
The "Big 4" were in their usual spots in the back. Akaza was reading a book, seemingly unbothered. Rumi was balancing a pencil on her nose, her expression bored. Bakugo was scowling at the back of Deku's head like always. Shoto was asleep.
The door slid open with a sharp clack.
Shota Aizawa walked in. He didn't look tired today. He looked exhausted. He walked to the podium, his eyes sweeping the room, noting the somber mood.
"Morning," he grumbled.
"Good morning, sensei," a few students mumbled back half-heartedly.
Aizawa didn't waste time. "Regarding Yuga Aoyama."
The room flinched.
"He is currently in custody," Aizawa stated flatly. "It has been confirmed that he was operating as a mole for the League of Villains. He provided the location of the training camp and intelligence on all the attacks."
Hearing it confirmed by their teacher made it real in a way that Rumi's accusation hadn't. A few students gasped. Uraraka looked down at her hands.
"Details regarding his... circumstances... will be shared with you later, once the investigation is fully concluded," Aizawa continued. "For now, understand that he will not be returning to U.A. He is no longer a student of this hero course."
He let that sink in. One of their own was gone. Not killed, but erased.
"However," Aizawa said, his voice hardening. "We do not have time to mope. The world doesn't stop because we lost a student. We have to keep moving forward. In fact, we have to move faster."
He gestured to the door.
"To fill the vacancy left by Aoyama, a transfer has been approved. He's been working toward this since the Sports Festival. You all remember him."
The door opened again.
A tall boy with messy purple hair and deep, tired bags under his eyes walked in. He wore the U.A. uniform, but he carried himself with a new confidence.
Hitoshi Shinso.
"It's him!" Midoriya whispered, recognizing his opponent from the tournament. "The brainwashing guy!"
Shinso walked to the front of the room and faced the class. His expression was stoic, almost bored, but there was a flicker of intensity in his eyes.
"Hitoshi Shinso," he introduced himself, his voice rough. "I'm transferring from General Studies. I know I'm behind you guys in terms of experience. I know you've all fought villains and survived crises. But don't think I'm here to make friends. I'm here to become a great hero. I'll catch up, and I'll surpass you."
"Good," Aizawa said. "Shinso will be joining Class 1-A starting today. Treat him well."
"Yes, sir!" the class responded, the energy in the room shifting from depression to a spark of competitive spirit.
"Now," Aizawa said, pulling a remote from his pocket. "There's no time for a welcome party. Grab your cases. We have a joint training session scheduled for this afternoon."
"Joint training?" Ojiro asked.
"With Class 1-B," Aizawa clarified. "We need to assess your growth and see how Shinso integrates into a combat scenario. Get changed into your costumes and meet at Ground Gamma. Move."
Ground Gamma
The industrial labyrinth of Ground Gamma loomed under the overcast sky. Class 1-A, now dressed in their hero costumes — some with winter upgrades — gathered at the entrance.
Akaza adjusted his gauntlets, the metal cooling against his skin. Rumi hopped in place beside him, her new costume slightly modified with heavier armored boots.
"Class B, huh?" Rumi grinned, cracking her knuckles. "I haven't hit Monoma in a while. I miss the sound his head makes when it bounces off the pavement."
"Try not to kill him," Akaza said dryly. "We're supposed to be 'training'."
"No promises."
Across the field, Class 1-B was already waiting. Vlad King stood with them, looking pumped.
"Here they are!" a loud voice rang out. "Class 1-A! The 'troublemakers'! The ones who bring disaster wherever they go!"
Neito Monoma stood at the front of his class, laughing maniacally. "I heard one of your own betrayed you! How pathetic! How can you call yourselves heroes when you can't even trust your own classmates?! While you were crumbling from within, Class 1-B has been perfecting our teamwork! We are the true successor class! We are — "
WHAP.
Kendo's large hand chopped down on Monoma's head, silencing him instantly. He crumpled to the ground.
"Sorry about him," Kendo sighed, dragging him back. She nodded at Momo. "Good to see you guys. Ready for this?"
"We are," Momo replied, her voice steady. "We have a lot to prove."
"Alright, settle down," Aizawa called out. He stood between the two classes. "This training will be simple. Team battles. Four on four. The objective is to capture the opposing team and place them in a holding cell. It's a test of combat, strategy, and adaptability."
Hearing this, class 1-A momentarily forgot about the betrayal and were ready for the upcoming challenge.
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