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BONUS CHAPTER: 1500PS <
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"Are you alright, Madam President?" The guard asked.
His voice was calm, but his eyes weren't. In all his years of service, through every political crisis, every assassination attempt, every closed-door negotiation, he had never seen her lose her composure.
Not once.
Until now.
The President slammed her hands on the desk again.
"STOP LAUGHING, YOU RODENT!!"
"TELL ME HOW YOU FOUND THIS INFORMATION!!"
Rage. Pure rage. The kind that came from the deepest part of a person who had spent decades building walls around themselves, only to have a rat walk through them like they were made of paper.
But Nezu didn't stop.
He laughed even louder.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Still laughing, he quickly pulled out his phone and held it up.
CLICK.
He snapped a photo of her face.
The President froze at his audacity.
Nezu wiped his tears with one paw as he looked at the photo.
"I'm setting this as my wallpaper forever."
"YOU!!!!!!!!!!"
The President grabbed her things. The pages. Her bag. Her composure — or what was left of it.
"We are leaving."
Tsukauchi and the guard exchanged a look of confusion. Neither of them understood what had just happened. Neither of them had seen what was on those pages. But they knew one thing.
Whatever it was, it had broken the most unbreakable woman they knew.
They followed her without a word.
The President reached the door. Her hand gripped the handle, then stopped.
She didn't turn all the way around. Just enough to look at Nezu over her shoulder.
"You know you won't be able to use it again. Right?"
Her voice had changed. The rage was still there, but it was leashed now.
Nezu's laughter faded as he smiled at her.
"I would be stupid to assume you won't destroy the only remaining evidence."
The President's jaw tightened.
"I don't know how you found this," she said slowly. "But I will get Akira. All you did was delay his fate."
Nezu tilted his head.
"Goodbye, Madam President."
She looked at him for a long moment. Then her eyes shifted to Akira.
Like she was looking at prey.
Akira stared back with a neutral face.
She turned and walked out.
The guard followed without any questions. Tsukauchi stayed for half a second, glancing at Akira one final time. Then he adjusted his hat and followed.
The door closed behind them.
Nezu leaned back in his chair and placed his paws behind his head, looking at the ceiling with a satisfied smile.
"Well," he said cheerfully. "That went well, did it not?"
Akira and Honoka stared at him.
Neither spoke.
They just stared at him.
"Nezu," Honoka said slowly.
"Yes?"
"What the hell was in that file?"
Nezu looked at her. Then at Akira. Then back at her.
He smiled.
"Insurance."
"You said that already," Honoka said, her patience thinning. "What. Was. In. The. File."
Nezu picked up his cold tea. Took a sip. Set it down.
"Something I've been collecting for a very long time," he said. "Something that the President thought no longer existed. Something that, if made public, would be very bad for her."
He paused.
"But she's right. She will destroy every trace of the original. And I gave her the only copy I had. So it's gone now."
Honoka's eyes widened. "Then why did you use it?! If it was a one-time thing, why waste it on-"
"Because it bought us time," Nezu said. "And time, Honoka, is the most valuable currency in the world."
He looked at Akira.
"She will come back. She will find another angle. Another law. Another provision. One file won't stop that."
Akira met his eyes.
"But it gave us something important," Nezu continued. "Breathing room. Time to prepare. Time for Akira to grow. Time for the world to see what he's capable of before the HPSC can paint him as a threat."
He folded his paws on the desk.
"The Sports Festival is in two weeks. Every hero agency, every media outlet, every government official in the country will be watching. That is where Akira makes his first real move."
He looked at Akira with those beady black eyes.
"The Sports Festival is your stage. Millions of eyes. All on you."
He leaned forward.
"That is where you make your first real move. Show them what you are, Akira. Show them a hero so powerful, so undeniable, that the HPSC can't touch you without the entire country asking why."
Akira sat there for a moment as he looked at Nezu.
"4 weeks?"
"4 weeks."
Akira closed his fists.
"That's more than enough."
Nezu smiled. "Good. Now, I believe you have a class to attend. Your classmates have been worried about you."
Akira stood up. He looked at his mother.
"Can I at least go change into my normal clothes and grab Nia?"
Honoka looked at him with a flat expression.
"Nope. Try being normal for a single day."
Akira gasped. He had his hand on his chest and his eyes wide.
"Mother!! I am normal."
Honoka crossed her arms. "Yeah, sure, kid. And I'm not violent."
Nezu snorted into his tea.
"Got it, got it," Akira muttered, turning toward the door. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his school uniform and walked out.
The door closed behind him.
He stood in the corridor for a second.
He looked down at himself.
No yutaka. No pipe. No Nia on his shoulder.
He felt naked.
This is wrong. Sooo fucking wrong. I look like an NPC.
He sighed and started walking toward Class 1-A.
As he walked through the corridor, a few students from other classes glanced at him. Some recognized him — the USJ incident had already spread through the school like wildfire. Whispers followed him.
"Is that the guy from 1-A?"
"The one who fought that monster?"
"I heard he's in trouble with the police."
Akira ignored all of it. He kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes forward.
He soon reached the door of Class 1-A and stopped. He could hear them inside.
He put his hand on the door.
Let's hope they don't hate me randomly, just cuz I hit some villain a tiny bit harder. (Tiny bit harder.... Yeah sure)
He slid it open.
***
5 minutes ago:
The classroom was quiet.
They had been given their hero training period as a free rest period, due to what had happened at USJ a few days ago. No exercises. No drills. No assignments. Just time to relax.
Most of them were at their desks. Some were talking. Some were staring out the window. Some were pretending to read but hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes.
They were all thinking about the same thing.
Is Akira okay?
Momo sat at her desk with her hands folded, staring at nothing. She hadn't said much since coming in this morning. She'd told the class he was at the hearing, and then gone quiet. The weight of knowing what was happening in Nezu's was crushing.
Kaminari was sprawled across his desk, face down, occasionally muttering curses into the wood.
Jiro had her earphone jacks plugged into her phone, not actually listening to anything. Just needing something to hold.
Kirishima was sitting with his arms crossed, looking like he wanted to punch something but had nothing to punch.
Mina was sitting on top of her desk, swinging her legs, trying to lighten the mood by humming, but it wasn't working.
SLIDE.
The classroom door opened.
Everyone looked up and saw Akira at the doorway.
The class stared at him.
Not because he was there. They were hoping he'd show up eventually. But because of what he looked like.
Akira Shuzenji. The guy who walked around in a dark yukata and wooden sandals. The guy who carried a smoking pipe and had a cat on his shoulder at all times. The guy who looked like he'd stepped out of a samurai film and never bothered stepping back in.
That Mr. 'I don't give a fuck' Akira was standing in the doorway wearing a standard U.A. school uniform.
He looked like a normal student.
The silence lasted for seconds.
Then the class erupted.
Mina launched off her desk like a rocket. Kaminari's head shot up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. Kirishima was on his feet instantly. Jiro yanked her earphone jacks out. Toru started waving frantically. Asui hopped out of her chair. Ochaco pushed back from her desk. Sato stood up, cracking his knuckles with a grin.
They all rushed toward the door at once.
The girls hit first.
"AKIRA!!"
Mina slammed into him with a hug that nearly took him off his feet. Toru's invisible arms wrapped around his left side. Asui grabbed his arm with a soft "kero." Ochaco latched onto his other arm, eyes watering. Jiro didn't hug him — she punched his shoulder, which was basically the same thing from her.
The boys followed half a second later.
"BOSS!!"
Kirishima grabbed him in a bear hug from behind, lifting him slightly off the ground. Kaminari wrapped his arms around whoever he could reach, which happened to be Kirishima and Akira at the same time. Sato clapped him on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward into the swarm.
"GET OFF ME."
"HAVE YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF PERSONAL SPACE?!"
They did not let go.
"I SAID GET OFF!! I WILL FILE A COMPLAINT!"
They hugged tighter.
"I CAN'T BREATHE! KAMINARI, YOUR ELBOW IS IN MY RIB! KIRISHIMA, WHY ARE YOU SO HARD?! MINA, STOP CRYING ON MY BLAZER, I JUST GOT THIS-" (He meant his quirk... I know your dirty mind)
"WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU, YOU JERK!" Mina yelled into his chest, tears streaming.
"YEAH, BOSS!" Kaminari added, his voice cracking. "YOU CAN'T JUST DISAPPEAR AND EXPECT US NOT TO FREAK OUT!"
"Ribbit," Asui agreed.
Akira struggled for a few more seconds. Then gave up. His arms, which had been trying to push people away, slowly dropped to his sides.
He sighed.
"You're all idiots," he muttered.
But he didn't push them off.
Momo watched from her desk.
She hadn't moved. She just sat there, watching Akira get buried under the weight of his classmates' affection, yelling and cursing and pretending to hate every second of it.
And she smiled, a small, warm smile.
This is our Akira.
She thought about the USJ. About the blood and fire. About the way he had torn through those villains without hesitation, without mercy, without a single second of doubt.
And then she thought about this. About him, right now, being yelled at by Mina for making her worry, getting his hair ruffled by Kirishima, telling Kaminari that if he didn't let go in three seconds, he would "cut something important."
Whatever he does to the villains doesn't matter. This is who he is. And it wouldn't change a thing.
She looked at him with that same warm smile.
You're stuck with me forever, Akira. Whether you like it or not.
Eventually, the gang relaxed. People peeled off one by one, wiping eyes and sniffing.
Akira straightened his clothes and his tie, which was sideways. There was a wet spot on his shoulder from Mina's tears.
He looked at the class. All of them. Every single one of them was looking at him with relief, with warmth, with the kind of loyalty that couldn't be bought or ordered, except for a few of them. (You know who)
"You're all insane," he said.
The class laughed.
Iida stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with his signature arm-chop. "Akira, while I do not condone your methods during the USJ incident, I want you to know that this class stands united. We will support you through whatever comes next."
Akira looked at him. Then smirked.
"Thanks, glasses."
In the back corner of the room, Todoroki Shoto sat with his arms crossed, watching the scene with his usual expression.
He looked at Akira, then the class.
He looked at the way everyone gravitated toward him, even tho he was cruel like his asshole of a father.
He thought about it for a moment.
Weird.
Then he looked away.
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Some class bonding, and them standing with their homie. A chapter with no sad shit, just good happy friends.
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