Here it is people!! Sorry took a while, I had my morning class.
BONUS CHAPTER: 1000PS
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Somewhere unknown, a portal opens in the middle of a dark room.
Shigaraki Tomura fell through it, landing on his face.
He hit the concrete floor hard, as blood still dripped from his wounds.
Behind him, the portal closed, and Kurogiri stepped in. The warp villain's yellow eyes found Shigaraki, and sighed.
"Tomura--"
Shigaraki shot up.
He whipped around and lunged toward Kurogiri. His mind was blinded by rage.
"YOU LEFT HIM!" He screamed.
"WE COULD'VE TAKEN THE KID! WE COULD'VE-"
"Tomura."
One word.
Shigaraki froze. His hand dropped to his side as he turned slowly to face the screen.
"Sensei, you don't understand. We had--"
"Tomura." The voice interrupted him again. "We will talk later. For now, go and get yourself treated."
Shigaraki's jaw tightened. He was pissed. Pissed at that redhead, pissed at Kurogiri, and above all, pissed at himself.
But he nodded.
He could never say no to his saviour.
Shigaraki gave one last annoyed look to Kurogiri and walked away.
Silence returned to the room.
The figure on the screen waited a moment. Then spoke.
"From Tomura's mood, I suppose things did not go as planned."
Kurogiri nodded, folding his hands behind his back.
"No, sir. The operation failed to achieve all objectives. The Nomu was destroyed. We were unable to inflict enough damage to force the government's hand against U.A., and All Might arrived before we could complete the secondary objective of eliminating the students."
The figure was still for a long moment.
"So, All Might still has some life left in him? Interesting."
Kurogiri hesitated.
It was a minor action, a flicker of his mist form, a small delay before his next breath. But it was there. And the man on the screen noticed it.
"There's something else."
Kurogiri nodded. "The Nomu was not destroyed by All Might."
The silence that followed was different from before. Heavier. The figure on the screen uncrossed his legs and leaned into the camera.
"Oh?"
Genuine surprise. A rare thing for this man.
"Then who?"
Kurogiri walked to a metal cabinet built into the far wall. He opened the second drawer, pulled out a manila folder, and began flipping through its contents. Intelligence files. Dossiers on the target class were compiled weeks before the attack from hacked admissions databases and surveillance footage.
He found the page and pulled it free.
"Akira Shuzenji," Kurogiri read aloud. "Age fifteen. Son of Honoka Shuzenji, former Pro Hero Emberheart. Grandson of Chiyo Shuzenji, AKA Recovery Girl."
The man on the screen processed the information for a while.
Then spoke.
"You are telling me, that a fifteen-year-old child defeated a Nomu that was engineered to kill All Might."
"Yes, sir. Partly the reason was Nomu not having any counter to a flame-based quirk."
Another stretch of silence.
Then a single word: "Fascinating."
The man leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. "Tell me about his quirk."
Kurogiri set the file down on the console below the screen.
"From what I observed, he possesses a flame-based quirk with a dual nature, blue and red."
"The blue flame has healing properties. I witnessed him fully restore Eraserhead's injuries in the field. The healing appeared high-level."
"And the red?"
"Destructive. Extremely so. The red flame is what he used against the Nomu. It burned hot enough to overwhelm the regeneration quirk entirely. At the end of the battle, he flew into the sky and detonated what I can only describe as..."
Kurogiri paused. He rarely struggled with descriptions. But this one demanded precision.
"A miniature sun. The Nomu was likely vaporized. Nothing remained."
The man on the screen was quiet for like the tenth time. When he spoke again, there was something new in his voice.
Interest.
"An emitter type, then?"
"Not entirely."
"During the battle, the boy transformed. He transformed into a full bird-like form. It resembled... It resembled a phoenix."
"A transformation component as well. Hmm....."Â
"Go on."
"He also demonstrated significant physical enhancement. Enough to trade blows with the Nomu in close combat for an extended period. His body appeared to heal itself continuously during the fight, as he was fully covered with blue flames. From what I could tell, his physical capabilities rival a low-end enhancement quirk at minimum."
"Emitter. Transformation. Physical augmentation. A healing factor. All from a single quirk?"
"It appears so."
Silence.
Then a laugh.
Low at first. Then slowly building up to a loud laugh.
"Would you look at that," the man said, still chuckling. "It has been a very, very long time since I've heard of a quirk this interesting."
The laughter faded into something contemplative. When the man spoke again, his tone had shifted, yet again.
"Tell me, Kurogiri. Is there anything different about the boy's body? Any visible signs of heteromorphic mutation? Marks, growths, anything that deviates from a standard human baseline?"
Kurogiri thought back. The boy's appearance during the battle.
"Not really," Kurogiri began. Then he stopped. "Actually..... there was one thing."
"Yes?"
"A birthmark. On his forehead. Shaped like a feather."
Silence yet again.
Kurogiri waited. One second. Five seconds. Ten seconds.
He laughed like a maniac.
Kurogiri felt the temperature drop. Or maybe it didn't. Maybe it was something else entirely.
"Sir.... What is it?"
The man realized, looking back at the smoke head.
"Nothing, Kurogiri." The man's voice was silk over steel. "Nothing at all."
But through the dim screen, Kurogiri could see it.
A smile.
A smile that sent shivers down Kurogiri's spine.
***
The hospital room, like always, smelled like antiseptic.
Momo stood by the bed, hands covering her mouth to keep from laughing.
Spoiler... It wasn't working.
Akira lay in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, looking humiliated. His arms were covered in sensor pads, and his expression was the face of a man who had obliterated a weird monster two hours ago and was now being treated like he'd caught a cold.
Beside him, in the same bed, wearing an identical miniature hospital gown made by Momo was the kitty, AKA Nia.
She had her own set of sensor pads. Tiny ones. Stuck to her little black ears and paws.
Recovery Girl stood at the bedside, reading a monitoring device, scribbling notes on her clipboard.
Akira sighed.
"Grandma. I told you. I'm fine. You know how my quirk works."
Nia lifted her head from where she'd been resting on Akira's chest. "And why is Nia getting the same treatment? Nia didn't even fight the big, scary thing. I fought the small, scary things. Very different."
Recovery Girl didn't look up from her clipboard.
"Shut up. Both of you."
They shut up.
She finished her reading, then turned to Akira.
"I need to make sure there are no internal injuries," she said firmly. "Your quirk can repair damage, yes. But you cannot regenerate an organ that has been completely destroyed. If that Nomu crushed something beyond your healing threshold, we need to know now. Not tomorrow. Not when you collapse in the middle of a hallway."
Akira opened his mouth.
"No questions," Recovery Girl added, before Akira could say a word.
Akira closed his mouth; he knew some battles could never be won.
She then shifted her gaze to Nia.
"As for you, little one," she said, "you are giving your daddy some company. That's all."
Nia's ears perked straight up. "Oh!"
She immediately snuggled deeper into Akira's chest.
"Then Nia is perfectly fine with that."
Momo couldn't hold it anymore. A giggle escaped. She covered her mouth quickly, but Akira caught it and shot her a look that said I will remember this.
She looked back and smiled at him, I hope you don't.
BANG!!
The doors flew open.
Three people entered at once.
Honoka came through first. Her eyes swept the room like a searchlight, finding Akira in the bed. She was still in her business attire, as she'd come straight from wherever she'd been when the news broke.
Behind her stood Reika, who matched Honoka's energy, but relaxed after seeing Momo not in the bed.
Kiyomasa, on the other side, had his usual expression. Cold eyes, straight posture, but if you look deeply enough, you could see him relaxing after seeing his daughter was unscathed.
"Are you all okay?!"
All three of them said it at the same time.
The room went still for a beat.
Akira, Momo, and Nia looked at each other. Then back at the parents.
They all nodded. Awkwardly.
The tension broke like a dam.
Reika exhaled so hard she leaned onto her husband. "That's all that matters," she breathed. "That's all that matters."
She crossed the room and pulled Momo into a bear hug. Kiyomasa placed a hand on Momo's shoulder â just a hand, nothing more, he got an image to maintain after all â but the grip said everything his face wouldn't.
Honoka, meanwhile, had walked to Akira's bedside. She snatched Chiyo's writing pad and skimmed through the report.
After making sure he was fine, she looked at her son.
"Thank god....." Honoka sighed as he kept a hand on Akira's shoulder, and the other hand was scratching Nia's back ear.
"Hehehehe~~" Nia giggled.
Then her expression hardened.
"I have a rat to kill," she said flatly.
Recovery Girl sighed. "Get in line."
Akira smirked. Nezu's gonna have a long week.
Just then, the door opened again.
Everyone turned.
A man stood in the doorway. Tall. Brown overcoat that hung to his knees. A hat that looked like it belonged in a detective film from fifty years ago.
He took one step into the room and stopped.
Kiyomasa walked up to him.
The businessman turned to face the newcomer. His eyes went cold. The kind of look he had when he was in business.
"I don't remember calling anyone, or giving anyone permission to walk into this room."
The man didn't flinch. He'd clearly dealt with powerful people before.
He reached into his overcoat and pulled out a badge.
"Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi," he said. "I'm with the police force, assigned to the USJ incident."
He lowered the badge and met Kiyomasa's gaze without wavering.
"I'm here for some questioning."
The room went quiet.
Akira looked at the detective. Then at his mother. Then, at Kiyomasa, whose expression had shifted from protective to something far more dangerous. Akira knew that one more step and Kiyomasa would be calling his legal team.
Reika's hand tightened on Momo's shoulder.
Akira moved Nia off his chest softly and stood up, staring at the detective.
Here we go.
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What do ya think? The faceless guy is moving.
Plus the police is here. Some interesting stuff is coming upđ
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