Location: U.A. High School – Class 1-A Room
Time: Two Days After the Sports Festival
CHATTER.
LAUGHS.
The classroom was loud.
Everyone was talking over each other, sitting on desks and leaning across the aisles.
It was two days after the sports festival, and the energy was still crazy high.
"I'm telling you, the guy on the train literally asked for my autograph," Kenji Daido bragged loudly from the front row. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I didn't even have a pen."
"Don't let it get to your head, Daido," Yuyu Haya teased from a few desks away. "You just won a school festival, you didn't save the city yet."
"First place is first place," Daido grinned.
In the back corner of the room, the vibe was totally different.
THUD.
Tamaki Amajiki had his forehead pressed flat against his desk. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
"I can't go back outside," Tamaki mumbled miserably. "A lady on the train recognized me. She pointed at me and told her kid I was the guy who threw up on live TV."
"Come on, Tamaki!" Mirio laughed, patting his friend on the back. "It's fine! People have short memories. They'll forget about it by next week."
"They recorded it, Mirio," Tamaki groaned, hiding his face in his arms. "It's on the internet."
Next to them, Nejire was completely ignoring the conversation. She was leaning close to the window, watching a small green beetle crawl up the glass.
SLIDE.
The heavy classroom door slid open.
Step. Step.
Aizawa walked in.
He looked completely dead on his feet, holding a thick stack of papers.
The entire class immediately scrambled off the desks and sat down. The room went quiet.
"Morning," Aizawa said flatly, dropping the papers on the podium. "You had two days to rest. Now it's time to face reality. The pro heroes who watched the festival sent in their draft offers."
Aizawa picked up a remote.
BEEP.
The projector turned on. A massive bar graph appeared on the whiteboard.
The class gasped.
Kenji Daido: 4,120
Reiko Minami: 2,540
Goro Ito: 1,890
"Whoa!" a student yelled. "Four thousand?!"
"That's insane," Yuyu muttered, staring at the numbers.
"It's a harsh reality," Aizawa said calmly. "The pros want students with high placements and solid control. If you got drafted, you pick an agency from your list. If you didn't, U.A. has a list of forty standard agencies you can apply to."
Mirio scanned the board. He looked past the thousands.
He looked past the hundreds.
Way down at the bottom corner, he saw it.
Mirio Togata: 1
Tamaki Amajiki: 1
Nejire Hado: 1
"....."
Mirio blinked.
"Wait, I actually got one?" Mirio whispered to himself. He was fully expecting a zero after the pants incident.
Tamaki peaked over his arms and saw his score. He just sighed.
"Before we hand out the sheets, you have another task," Aizawa said, stepping away from the podium. "Picking your hero names. I don't have the patience for this, so I brought a guest."
"HELLO EVERYONE!"
Midnight burst into the room, cracking her whip against the floor.
CRACK.
"Your hero name is your brand!" Midnight cheered, handing out small whiteboards and markers to the front row. "Take it seriously! Pass these back!"
For the next twenty minutes, the class took turns walking up to the front.
Daido went first. He held up his board with a cocky grin.
"The Ironclad Hero: Bulwark," Daido announced.
"I love it!" Midnight clapped. "Strong, direct, very defensive!"
Reiko stepped up next.
"The Snare Hero: Stitch."
"Edgy, but it works!" Midnight nodded.
Eventually, it was Mirio's turn.
He walked to the front, totally unbothered by his low draft score. He held up his board with a massive smile.
"Lemillion!" Mirio yelled. "Because I want to save a million people!"
A few kids chuckled.
"That's a huge number," Daido snorted.
"I'll hit it eventually!" Mirio gave a bright thumbs-up.
"Great energy!" Midnight approved. "Next!"
Tamaki slowly walked up. He kept his eyes glued to the floor. He turned his board around.
"Suneater," Tamaki whispered.
"A bit dark," Midnight tilted her head. "What does it mean?"
"Mirio is bright... like the sun," Tamaki mumbled softly. "I want to be brave enough to eat the sun. So I can stand next to him."
The class went a bit quiet.
"That is highly poetic," Midnight smiled warmly. "Approved! Next!"
Nejire bounced up to the front.
"Nejire-chan!" she cheered, holding her board.
"Just your name?" Midnight asked.
"Yep!" Nejire smiled.
"Simple and cute. I'll allow it," Midnight laughed.
Once the names were done, Midnight stepped aside.
Aizawa walked down the aisles, handing out the physical draft printouts.
Daido got a packet of paper thick enough to be a phone book. He started flipping through it with a smug look.
Aizawa walked to the back of the room. He handed Mirio, Tamaki, and Nejire a single, thin piece of paper each.
Mirio looked down at his paper.
Yuyu leaned completely over her desk, trying to snoop on Mirio's paper.
She wanted to know who actually drafted the guy who got naked on TV.
Her eyes widened.
"Wait... Sir Nighteye?!" Yuyu accidentally yelled out loud.
"..."
The entire classroom went totally silent.
Daido whipped his head around from the front row.
"WHAT?!" Daido exclaimed, slamming his hands on his desk. "Sir Nighteye?! The Top 50 guy?! All Might's old sidekick?!"
"No way," Reiko muttered in shock. "Nighteye runs one of the smartest agencies in Tokyo."
"Why would an elite agency draft the three of them?!" Goro asked, looking completely baffled.
The class exploded into loud, overlapping questions.
They couldn't believe that these three got an offer from a famous hero.
Tamaki buried his face in his hands again.
Nejire just looked at the paper, confused about all the shouting.
Mirio just sat there. He looked at the single name printed on his sheet.
A massive, unbreakable smile broke across his face.
*-*-*-*
Location: Sir Nighteye's Agency – Data Network Room
TAP.
TAP.
Yumi rubbed her eyes behind her thick glasses. She was staring at three different glowing holotables.
"This is impossible," Yumi muttered to herself, typing on her keyboard. "The national police database takes way too long to refresh. We are an intelligence hub, but we're just reading yesterday's news."
The other new analysts sitting at the desks around her groaned in agreement. They were drowning in delayed paperwork.
SLIDE.
Kaito walked into the dark room holding a cardboard tray of coffees.
He grabbed a cup and set it down right next to Yumi's keyboard.
"Stop waiting on the police database," Kaito said, taking a sip from his own cup.
Yumi blinked, looking up at him. "Where else do we get our crime reports?"
"The police rely on people calling emergency lines. Most people don't want to get involved," Kaito explained, pulling up a chair next to her.
He handed her a secure USB drive. "Plug this in. It's an encrypted link to the switchboards for 'Put Your Hands Up Radio'."
Yumi looked totally confused. "Present Mic's station? But he broadcasts from midnight to 4 AM. It's morning right now."
"Exactly," Kaito smiled, leaning back. "Yamada runs the night shift. He takes coded calls from taxi drivers and insomniacs. If a crime is happening right then, he sends local heroes to stop it. But what happens when the villains run away? Or what if a trucker hears them planning a weapons drop for the next afternoon?"
Yumi's eyes went wide. She realized what he was saying.
"Present Mic producers log the escape routes and the future plans," Kaito continued. "They send the overnight files to us at 6:00 AM every morning. Yamada is the alarm bell. We are the daytime detectives. We track the guys who got away."
Yumi immediately plugged the drive in. A massive list of overnight tips flooded the holotable.
"No way," one of the other analysts whispered from the back desk. "It's a complete handoff system."
"You guys have the whole day to hunt them down," Kaito said, patting Yumi on the shoulder. "Start filtering the logs."
*-*-*-*
Location: Mirai's Office
Time: Next Day
The office lights were off.
Kaito sat on the edge of the leather couch, holding a remote control. He pressed a button.
WHIRRR.
A high-tech holographic projector in the middle of the room turned on.
It displayed a busy, rainy crosswalk in Shibuya.
Simulated people were walking everywhere, holding umbrellas and talking over each other.
Mirai stood in the center of the room. He was just using his normal eyes, trying to track one specific guy in a grey coat walking through the fake crowd.
Mirai squinted, trying to read the man's lips.
A digital umbrella passed in front of the guy's face for a split second.
"Damn it," Mirai cursed quietly, rubbing his temples. "I lost the sentence. The visual noise is too much."
"Pause," Kaito said, hitting a button.
The hologram froze.
Kaito stood up and walked over. He handed Mirai a bottle of water.
"You're trying to read the whole sentence like a book, Mirai," Kaito said. "You can't do that in a crowd. You just need to catch the hard syllables to figure out the context."
Mirai took a drink. "They all look the same when people talk fast."
"They don't," Kaito corrected him gently. "Look at the teeth. When someone makes an 'F' or 'V' sound, their top teeth bite their bottom lip. When they make a 'B' or 'P' sound, both lips press together completely. Stop looking at the crowd. Just watch the jawline."
Mirai took a deep breath. "Play it again."
Click.
Kaito hit the button.
The crowd started moving.
Mirai ignored the umbrellas. He ignored the flashing neon signs. He just stared at the target's mouth. He saw the lips press flat.
"He said... package," Mirai said out loud. "The package is moving."
"Good," Kaito nodded. "Now find the anchor."
Mirai immediately darted his eyes away from the man.
He scanned the background of the street and saw a digital bus stop sign ticking down.
"The bus arrives at 8:15 AM," Mirai locked it in.
"There you go," Kaito smiled. "Step by step. Let's run the next scenario."
*-*-*-*
Location: Underground Gym
SMACK.
Juzo punched a heavy training dummy. His long arms hit the padding, but the movement looked incredibly stiff and awkward.
Juzo pulled his arms back, looking really frustrated.
Kaito walked onto the mats.
"Take a break, Juzo," Kaito said.
"I'm too slow, Mr. Arisaka," Juzo sighed, wiping sweat from his face. "When I stretch my arms out, I lose all my punching power."
"That's because you're fighting like a normal guy with normal arms," Kaito told him. "You are a heteromorph, Juzo. Your body is different. Stop standing straight up like a boxer. Boxers need solid footing to throw punches. You don't."
Juzo looked down at his long, segmented arms. "Then what do I do?"
"Drop your center of gravity," Kaito instructed, gesturing to the floor. "Bend your spine. Get low. Let your arms drag. Don't punch in straight lines. Whip them from blind angles."
Juzo nodded slowly.
He widened his stance and bent his knees, dropping his chest almost parallel to the floor. He let his arms hang loose.
He twisted his hips and threw his arm out.
SWISH.
The arm whipped around the side of the dummy like a wild snake, slamming into the back of its neck.
Juzo lost his balance a little and stumbled forward, but the speed of the strike was easily twice as fast as before.
"Whoa," Kenjiro called out from the other side of the gym. "That was fast!"
"I felt it," Juzo said, looking at his hands with a surprised smile. "I tripped, but the momentum was totally different."
"Yes that it," Kaito said. "Your muscles just need to get used to the new angle. Keep doing it until you don't fall over."
*-*-*-*
Location: Underground Gym
Time: Two Days After
Kenjiro was in the corner, slamming his shoulder into a concrete slab.
CRACK.
The concrete shattered.
He just burped loudly and gave Kaito a tired thumbs-up.
"Keep your core tight!" Kaito yelled back encouragingly.
Kaito walked over to the other side of the room.
Kaoruko was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking miserable.
A small puddle of purple liquid was on the mat in front of her.
"They keep popping before I even throw them," Kaoruko complained, hiding her face in her hands.
Kaito sat down right next to her on the mat.
"You're tired," Kaito said simply. "Your heart rate is too high."
"What does my heart rate have to do with my bubbles?" she asked, looking at him.
"Your Quirk relies on the surface tension of the liquid you produce," Kaito explained, keeping his voice calm. "When you're out of breath, your body temperature spikes. The liquid gets too thin, so the bubbles pop. You need to make them dense."
Kaoruko wiped her forehead. "How do I do that?"
"Cool down," Kaito said. "Take a slow breath. Hold it in your chest for three seconds. Let your core temperature drop just a little bit before you activate your hands."
Huff-puff.
Huff-puff.
Kaoruko closed her eyes. She took a long, slow breath in. She held it.
She focused on her hands.
A purple bubble slowly formed between her palms. It looked thicker than usual.
She tossed it at the floor.
It didn't pop on impact. It actually bounced back up a few inches before bursting into a cloud of sleep gas.
"It bounced!" Kaoruko yelled, coughing a little from the gas but smiling huge.
"You got the chemistry right," Kaito laughed, fanning the gas away. "Now you just need to practice throwing them at the walls so they bounce around corners. You're getting there."
*-*-*-*
Location: Sir Nighteye's Agency – Comms Room
Time: Monday Morning (Day 7)
BEEP.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Yumi's holotable flashed red. And other cyber logistics agents beside her was typing non-stop.
"Boss," Yumi called out over the agency intercom. "We got a hit from the overnight radio logs. A cab driver called Mic's station at 3:00 AM reporting some guys loading heavy crates into a van. I just tracked that van's daytime route. It parked at the south docks ten minutes ago."
Inside his office, Mirai didn't waste a second.
"Route the dock security cameras to my screen," Mirai ordered.
The screen flickered. It was a terrible, grainy camera feed showing three guys standing near a white van.
Mirai leaned in.
He didn't activate Foresight. He just used the raw skill he practiced all week.
He watched the middle guy talking. He saw the lips press flat. A 'P' sound. Then the teeth on the bottom lip. A 'V' sound.
"He said they have the payload in the van," Mirai said out loud.
He immediately looked at the top of the screen.
A digital thermometer on a nearby warehouse wall read 18 degrees Celsius.
"Target confirmed. Anchor is the temperature gauge," Mirai said into his mic. "Vanguard, you are green to engage."
Down in the comms room, Kaito watched the live body-cam feeds from the Vanguard team.
BASH.
On the screen, Kenjiro smashed straight through the chain-link fence.
He kept his core completely braced.
The three smugglers pulled out guns.
SWISH.
Juzo stayed incredibly low to the ground.
He whipped his arms out in a wide, erratic arc, completely avoiding their line of sight. His limbs wrapped around their wrists and yanked the guns away into the dirt.
"Cover your eyes!" Kaoruko yelled.
She slid out from behind a shipping crate, took a calm, focused breath, and threw a heavy silver flashbang bubble.
She threw it at the metal crate next to them.
The heavy bubble bounced off the metal, angled perfectly into the middle of the group, and popped.
BANG.
A massive flash of light blinded the thugs. Juzo and Kenjiro swept their legs, pinning them to the ground before they could even blink.
"Area secure," Kenjiro panted into his radio. "Wrap it up, guys."
The entire raid took less than three minutes.
Sigh.
Up in his office, Mirai leaned back in his heavy leather chair. He let out a long, quiet sigh of relief.
He looked at his hands. It actually worked. The collaboration from the night shift to the day shift was completely seamless.
The door to his office opened.
Kaito walked in, holding a fresh cup of coffee. He took a sip and gave Mirai a relaxed smile.
"Told you they just needed some practice," Kaito said casually. "They looked good out there."
"They did," Mirai admitted, a rare smile touching his face. "The collaboration with Yamada's network was flawless."
"Don't get too comfortable," Kaito chuckled, pointing at Mirai's desk. "Your agency need your own tempo after all... What we're aiming is Japan central intelligence hub right? But now fix your tie, Mirai. Three new U.A. interns are coming today."
*-*-*-*
Location: Commuter Train
RATTLE.
CLACK.
Tamaki held tightly onto the overhead train handle, staring hard at his own shoes.
"It's a mistake," Tamaki mumbled miserably. "It has to be a clerical error. A Top 50 hero doesn't draft the three students who failed in sports festival. He probably just needs people to clean the agency bathrooms."
Mirio laughed out loud, slapping Tamaki on the back.
"Haha..Come on, Tamaki!" Mirio smiled huge. "Even if we are just cleaning bathrooms, we'll be the best bathroom cleaners in Tokyo! Whatever the reason is, we just have to work ten times harder to prove we belong there."
Nejire was leaning against the train doors, completely ignoring them.
She was looking out the window.
"I wonder what kind of food the agency serves for lunch," Nejire said happily. "Do you think they have pork cutlets? Oh, look at that cloud! It looks like a dog!"
Sigh.
Tamaki just sighed and pressed his forehead against his arm.
*-*-*-*
Location: Sir Nighteye's Agency – Lobby
DING.
The elevator doors opened.
The three U.A. students walked into the main lobby.
It was incredibly busy.
THUD.
Two delivery workers were dropping off a stack of heavy computer boxes.
Kaoruko and Juzo were standing right there with clipboards, checking off the inventory tags.
Kaoruko looked over and gave them a bright, welcoming smile.
"Hey! U.A. uniforms!" Kaoruko said, walking over. "You guys must be the new interns. I'm Bubble Girl."
Mirio bowed quickly. "Yes! Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, and Nejire Hado. Thank you so much for having us!"
Juzo gave a polite, formal bow. "Welcome to the agency. I am Centipeder. Follow us. We will walk you back to the boss."
They walked down the wide, clean hallway. Juzo stopped by a large glass viewing window.
"This is the Data Network floor," Juzo said simply.
Mirio and Tamaki looked through the glass.
They completely froze in their tracks.
Dozens of people wearing headsets were sitting at glowing blue holotables.
They were typing rapidly, talking into microphones, and dragging digital tracking dots across a massive, live map of Japan.
"Whoa," Nejire blinked, pressing her hands flat against the glass. "It looks like a secret spy base."
"We are a central intelligence hub," Kaoruko explained proudly. "We find the villains and track them down before they even show up on the evening news. Come on, the office is right down here."
Mirio swallowed hard. He felt totally out of his depth.
He failed a high school obstacle course, and now he was standing inside a real, high-tech command center.
CREAK.
Kaoruko opened the heavy wooden door to the main office.
Mirai Sasaki sat behind his large desk. He wore a sharp grey suit. His face was completely serious and strict.
Over on the couch, Kaito Arisaka was looking at a digital tablet. He wore his usual dark suit.
He didn't jump up or act excited to see them. He just looked like a busy professional taking a quick break.
"Come in," Mirai said flatly.
Mirio stepped into the room. He looked at Mirai, then his eyes drifted over to the couch.
Mirio gasped loudly. "Wait! You're the Golden Manager! From the news!"
Tamaki flinched, hiding slightly behind Mirio. He recognized him instantly. The guy who consulted almost all top ranking heroes in Japan and outside the country.
Nejire immediately floated a few inches off the floor and got closer to the couch.
"Are you really him?" Nejire asked, firing off questions. "How do you make heroes stronger? Do you have a secret training manual? What's your Quirk?"
Kaito calmly set his tablet down on the coffee table. He just gave them a polite nod.
"Yes, I'm Kaito Arisaka," Kaito answered her calmly. "No secret manual, just basic biology. But I'm not the boss here."
Kaito casually pointed toward the desk, redirecting their attention back to where it belonged.
Mirio quickly stood up straight and bowed deeply to Mirai. "Sir Nighteye! Thank you for the nomination!"
Mirai didn't smile back. He just looked at the three of them.
"On your walk from the lobby to this office," Mirai asked flatly. "How many cyber-agents were actively sitting at the holotables? How many security cameras were there? What is the color of the tie Centipeder was wearing? Did any of the people have a coffee of glass beside them?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Mirio blinked.
Tamaki started sweating heavily.
Nejire looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember.
"Uh," Mirio guessed nervously. "Twenty?"
"Thirty-four," Mirai corrected him instantly.
"Oh I got it. I think it's lavender." Nejire answered excitedly.
"You were too busy looking at the glowing tables to actually look at the people running them or even take note on your surroundings. In this line of work, missing the details gets people hurt or worse killed."
The room got very heavy. The three students felt terrible right out of the gate.
Kaito leaned back on the couch.
He looked right at them, easily reading the room and breaking the tense atmosphere.
"So," Kaito asked simply. "What are you three hoping to actually achieve in this one week?"
Mirio looked at Kaito. He clenched his fists tight.
"I want to control my Permeation," Mirio said, his voice totally serious. "I don't want to fall through the floor or lose my clothes anymore. I want to actually save people."
Tamaki looked at his shoes. "I... I want to stop freezing up when people look at me."
Nejire raised her hand. "I want to stop blowing my own teammates away."
Kaito nodded slowly.
"You fall through the floor, Mirio, because you don't calculate your own mass before you drop yourself into a total vacuum," Kaito said bluntly. "You freeze up, Tamaki, because you think your Quirk is weird instead of realizing you have the biology of a living tank. And you blow people away, Nejire, because you don't know how to compress the air in your lungs before you fire."
"...." The three of them just stared at him.
Mirai leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk.
"We are going to tear down your bad habits," Mirai told them. "We are going to rebuild your muscle memory from scratch. You will work the intelligence desks in the morning, and you will train with us in the afternoon. It is going to be a week of pure hell."
Mirai adjusted his glasses. "Are you ready to accept that?"
Mirio looked back at Tamaki and Nejire. They both gave him a firm nod.
Mirio looked at Mirai and Kaito with a massive, determined smile.
"Yes Sir!" Mirio yelled. "We're ready!"
*-*-*-*
Location: U.A. High School – Principal's Office
Time: Late Night
SLURP.
Nezu took a slow sip of his hot tea. The office was totally dark, except for the glow of his computer monitors.
He sat at his large desk, looking down at a stack of printed papers.
It was the final U.A. internship draft list.
"Let's see who is going where," Nezu hummed to himself.
He traced a small paw down the page. He stopped at the very bottom. He read the names out loud.
"Mirio Togata. Tamaki Amajiki. Nejire Hado. Agency... Sir Nighteye."
Nezu leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
"Oh, Mirai. You nominated them?," Nezu laughed softly. "Drafting the three students who failed the hardest on national television."
Sip.
He took another sip of his tea. Knowing that the Golden Manager was contracted right now with the Nighteye Agency.
"Kaito," Nezu said, shaking his head with a warm smile. "Those three kids have no idea how lucky they are. Give them a year or two under his one week guidance, and those first-years will be the absolute strongest students in this entire school."
Nezu set his teacup down. Thinking about Kaito brought up an old memory.
He remembered last month Kaito rejected the offer to inherit One For All. He also remembered the exact advice Kaito gave them.
'The next successor should be a Quirkless kid.'
"A Quirkless kid with a hero's heart," Nezu muttered, turning his chair toward his massive computer setup. "You gave me quite the homework assignment, Arisaka-kun. But I think I finally found what you were talking about."
CLACK.
CLACK.
Nezu typed a long, heavy password into his keyboard.
A hidden folder popped up on the screen. It wasn't tied to the police network or the hero databases. It was Nezu's own personal project.
He clicked a file.
The video was grainy. It was pulled from a dirty dashcam parked in a Musutafu alleyway a few nights ago.
On the screen, four massive thugs cornered a civilian.
Then, a figure dropped down from a fire escape.
Nezu leaned closer to the monitor. He had been watching this specific vigiliante duo for over two years.
"Look at how much you've grown," Nezu said out loud, genuinely impressed. "Two years ago, you were just a scrawny figure in a hoodie. Now look at you."
The vigilante on the screen was wearing heavy, custom-built tactical gear.
He had thick metal bracers on his arms and a utility belt full of gadgets. He wore a smooth mask over his face.
The biggest thug threw a wild, heavy punch right at the kid.
The vigilante didn't run. He raised his arm. The metal bracer sparked and absorbed the hit completely. He didn't even take a step back.
"Perfect kinetic dispersion," Nezu noted, tapping his chin. "You built that gear yourself. And your footwork... you move like a seasoned martial artist. But the best part is your partner."
Nezu watched the black-and-white cat sitting on the ground next to the kid.
The vigilante pointed a finger at the thugs.
The cat jumped into the air.
FWOOSH.
The small cat completely changed shape. It grew into a tall, sleek ninja form, bouncing off the brick walls and throwing sharp projectiles to pin the thugs down.
A second later, the cat shifted again, turning into a massive, heavily armored samurai to block a knife attack.
"Such an incredible Quirk," Nezu whispered in awe. "A high-level polymorph ability. It changes shape to fit whatever combat role you need. But a Quirk like that requires flawless commands to work."
Nezu watched the vigilante zip-tie the thugs while the cat watched his back.
"You don't have a Quirk," Nezu said to the screen. "In two years of fighting armed criminals, you haven't used a single power. You just use your brain, your fists, and your partner."
On the video, the cat shrank back down to normal. It jumped onto the kid's shoulder.
Then, the cat looked directly into the hidden dashcam.
The cat shifted one more time, turning into a another humanoid shape form wearing glasses. It reached out and used some device and pointed it into the camera. While clicking something.
BZZZT.
The video immediately cut to static.
"Hahaha!"
Nezu burst out laughing, clapping his paws together. He absolutely loved this part.
"You tried to wipe the server again!" Nezu laughed loudly to the empty room. "But I salvaged the data packets three seconds before your cat deleted the root files! I win this round, my friend!"
Nezu paused the static screen. He took a deep breath, calming his laughter down.
Tracking this duo was his absolute favorite hobby.
The Vigilante and the cat were so good at erasing their digital footprints that it was like a massive game of chess for the principal.
Nezu looked at the reflection of his own face in the dark monitor.
"I don't know your identity," Nezu said softly, a serious but excited tone returning to his voice. "But I will figure it out."
He grabbed his teacup again.
"Wen I finally win this game of hide-and-seek..." Nezu smiled. "I am going to introduce you to All Might."
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