General POV
The TV's glow cast pale light across the silent meeting hall.
"This is a follow-up report on yesterday's incident at the U.A. rescue training facility, where Hero Course students were suddenly attacked by a large group of villains. According to police investigation, the group identifies themselves as the League of Villains and had been plotting to assassinate All Might, who has been a faculty member at U.A. since this spring. Authorities have arrested seventy-two villains involved in the attack; however, the identity and whereabouts of their ringleader remain unknown at this time."
The anchor's steady, emotionless voice echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls like a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded less than twenty-four hours ago.
Outside, night had fully settled over Musutafu. The city lights glittered faintly through the massive windows, streaking across the polished floor like fragile reflections of stars.
Inside, U.A.'s staff sat in solemn silence around the large conference table. Nezu perched in his usual seat at the head, his beady eyes sharp despite the late hour. Midnight lounged back in her chair, arms folded, a rare lack of teasing in her expression. Snipe and Cementoss were equally serious.
Aizawa sat slightly apart from the rest, wrapped in bandages from head to toe. His bruises were dark and fresh, but considering the ferocity of the battle, it was nothing short of miraculous that he hadn't sustained any life-threatening injuries.
Across from Nezu sat All Might. His posture was as upright and imposing as ever, but even he couldn't completely hide the fatigue lining his face. His injuries were severe, and yet… just by sitting there, he filled the room with that familiar, reassuring presence—the kind that made everyone believe things would be okay.
The air was heavy. No one wanted to speak first.
As expected, it was Nezu who broke the silence.
"Given everything we've learned from yesterday's events, I believe it's imperative that we completely overhaul U.A.'s security system," he said, his high-pitched but composed voice slicing cleanly through the quiet.
"From All Might's account, Kurogiri and Shigaraki possess extremely dangerous Quirks. A warp gate user with such precision is an unprecedented threat to the safety of our students and staff. We need to analyze every scrap of data we have and design proper countermeasures immediately."
A few moments later, the door opened with a soft creak. Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa entered, looking as grave as everyone expected him to. A thin folder was tucked under his arm, the corners worn from how tightly he'd been holding it.
"I've compiled the initial investigation results," he announced, sliding into a seat near All Might. He spread the folder open and began his report.
The villains captured were mostly small-time thugs and disposable foot soldiers, but the League itself was something else entirely—organized, supplied, and clearly led by someone with both ambition and resources. Someone who dared to set their sights on All Might.
Naomasa didn't forget to give credit where it was due. "Frankly," he admitted, his tone sincere, "it could have been far worse. The staff's swift response prevented a massacre."
All Might shook his head firmly. Despite the exhaustion in his voice, his tone carried weight. "The students fought just as hard," he said, glancing toward Aizawa and then the others.
"No group of first-years has ever experienced something like this so early in their training. This will shape them into extraordinary heroes one day. Of that, I have no doubt."
The meeting continued, shifting into discussions about how the villains had breached the facility and the security gaps that had allowed it to happen. It was a grim but necessary debriefing.
Then, just as the discussion was about to wrap up, Aizawa's hoarse voice cut through the room.
"All Might," he called out, his sharp gaze locking onto him. "Who was it that took care of the remaining villains and saved you at the end? From what I saw, your power had already run out after defeating that… Nomu."
The room went still. Every pair of eyes turned toward All Might.
For a brief moment, silence reigned. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a faint smile.
"Don't worry about it," he said lightly. "A strong friend of mine happened to pass by and intervened after noticing the situation. He doesn't wish to reveal his identity, and I must respect that. I hope you can all forgive me for not disclosing more."
Aizawa didn't reply right away. His eyes narrowed subtly, suspicion flickering in them. His instincts had never failed him before. And right now, every fiber of his being pointed to one name—Hayato.
It was the only explanation that made sense. But what puzzled him even more was how someone that young could possess such overwhelming strength… and why someone like that would choose to quietly attend U.A. like a regular student, instead of standing at the top of the hero world.
He shelved the thought for now. It wasn't his place to pry—not yet. Leaning back in his chair, he remained silent.
Nezu picked up the conversation smoothly. "If someone of that caliber is willing to lend U.A. a hand in times of crisis, then that's already more than enough for me," he said with a serene smile. "Their anonymity changes nothing about the help they've provided."
"On another note," he continued, turning to All Might, "Recovery Girl mentioned something… unusual about your condition. She said that instead of worsening after that reckless battle, your state actually improved."
All Might's expression brightened into his trademark grin. "That same friend helped treat me last night," he admitted.
"Thanks to him, I can now maintain my power for around five hours a day—up from three. My energy no longer cuts out without warning, and even my stomach injury has healed. The burden I've carried for years… it's gone. Honestly, it feels like a miracle."
Midnight let out a soft sigh, folding her arms. "You should've at least tried to persuade him to join U.A.," she said dryly. "If he's that strong, having him here would be a huge asset. Not to mention, maybe he could keep you from overdoing it again."
Her comment drew a few tired chuckles, but Aizawa steered the conversation back to the serious matters. "More importantly," he said, his tone cool and analytical, "both Shigaraki and Kurogiri's Quirks don't exist in the government's database. That means they've been operating in the shadows for a long time. This wasn't some random attack—it was premeditated."
Nezu nodded solemnly. "Indeed. From what I observed, Shigaraki Tomura behaves like an unstable man-child—impulsive, arrogant, emotionally volatile. But someone is clearly backing him. Someone who gave him the confidence to target All Might, the Symbol of Peace himself. This was a test… not a full-scale assault."
The meeting eventually reached its conclusion. The faculty agreed that the students would receive several days off to recover both physically and mentally. Counseling would be made available for those who needed it.
Meanwhile, U.A. itself would undergo immediate reinforcement. Nezu spared no expense—every blind spot, every weak point in security would be patched, upgraded, and locked down. The next time villains tried to break in, they would be met with an iron wall.
The League of Villains had made their move.
But U.A. was not going to remain vulnerable for long.
Hayato POV
After hearing about the sudden holidays, I decided to do something I'd never actually tried before—training in space.
Yeah, you heard that right. Not another sparring match or power test on the ground. Actual outer space.
I wasn't doing this on a whim. After watching Thirteen's Quirk up close during the USJ attack, a weird question popped into my head: Could her Black Hole quirk actually kill me?
Naturally, I asked the system.
[ Realistically speaking, with the host's current power and skills, she wouldn't even have the chance. Before she could properly aim and activate her Quirk, she'd already be dead. ]
...Yeah. Classic system answer. Brutally honest, zero flair.
Not exactly subtle, but fair enough. Even so, the idea fascinated me. I wanted to understand what it would feel like to face a black hole-type Quirk head-on — not to prove a point, but to experience it.
Unfortunately, there were no real black holes nearby, and honestly… if there were, even with my current power, I'd probably be reduced to cosmic dust in seconds. The only reason I could entertain this idea at all was because Thirteen's "Black Hole" was a Quirk version — powerful, but with significant shortcomings. Its scale was minuscule compared to a real singularity.
Besides, it's not like I could just stroll up to Thirteen and say, "Hey, mind trying to suck me into a black hole for training purposes?" She'd probably faint, report me, or both.
And since there aren't any real black holes hanging around Earth (thankfully), I decided to go for the next best thing—adapting to the vacuum of space itself.
With my current body and domain, I didn't need oxygen for a few days anyway, so it was doable. Plus, I've always been fascinated by space.
There's just something about the endless stars and the vast unknown that makes you want to explore it all. Of course, actually exploring the universe is way above my pay grade right now, so I shelved that idea for later and focused on practical training.
Meanwhile, I couldn't help but think about what All For One must be scheming after the USJ fiasco. With the way I wrecked Shigaraki, he'd probably rule out All Might being the one behind it—there's no way All Might would pulverize someone like that in front of students.
That left only one option: there's someone else out there. Someone even stronger.
Yeah, good luck figuring that out, old man.
But realistically, next time he makes a move, he's going to be more cautious. He'll tighten his plans, maybe even use the Sports Festival to observe everyone's quirks. It'll be a headache… but I'll deal with it when it comes.
For now, space.
The next morning, the system alarm woke me up as usual. After brushing my teeth, I told my parents I was going out to "train for a while." (Totally didn't mention the space part.)
Then I took off into the sky.
The higher I went, the colder it got. The air grew thinner, the familiar blue of the sky slowly deepened into dark indigo, and then finally, black. The ground below started shrinking fast, buildings turning into dots, then specks.
When I passed the ozone layer, I was suddenly hit by the raw UV rays of the sun. It felt like my skin was getting flash-roasted.
"…I thought space was supposed to be cold," I muttered, squinting at the blazing light.
For a split second, I half-expected to start absorbing solar energy and unlock some Superman-tier power-up.
Unfortunately, reality had other plans. All I got was a sunburn.
Yeah. Turns out, a star is still a star. Underestimating the sun was my mistake.
The oxygen in my lungs was completely gone now, and the tiny reserves inside my body were being slowly burned up. My body could handle it thanks to all the enhancements, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. It was an odd, alien feeling—completely weightless, silent, and oppressive all at once.
Still, I pushed on.
Minute by minute, I got used to the sensation of floating in the void. The Earth below looked beautiful—almost surreal. I stayed up there for about an hour before deciding that was enough for my first attempt.
Descending back through the atmosphere, I took a deep breath of actual air, landing in an open field.
"Heh. Momo's going to freak out if she ever finds out I went to space without a spacesuit."
Just imagining her reaction made me laugh out loud. She'd probably lecture me for three hours straight.
After spacing out (heh) for a few minutes, I decided to head home. Spending time with my family felt more meaningful than floating around in orbit right now. In my previous life, I had no one—an orphan with no one to rely on.
But here… I had a warm, loving family.
As I watched them that evening, their smiles filling the house with warmth, I silently vowed to protect this world and them. I wouldn't let the future play out the same way as the canon. Not this time.