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U.A HIGH SCHOOL...
Rudra's gaze unfocused slightly as he spoke to the system within his mind.
'System show route to Jaku Hospital.'
A translucent map interface unfolded before his eyes—
Streets, rail lines, security checkpoints layering over one another.
[Route Calculated]
[• Train travel time: 30 minutes]
[• Public transport (bus): 42 minutes]
[• Car (traffic adjusted): 35 minutes]
[• Astral bike (direct aerial route): 15 minutes]
Rudra dismissed the map.
'Fifteen minutes,'
He thought.
'Good.'
Principal Nezu's Office...
Rudra stood before Nezu, posture relaxed but intent clear.
"...."
"I've identified one of the culprits,"
Rudra said evenly.
"Dr. Kyudai Garaki. Chairman and owner of Jaku Hospital."
Nezu's eyes sharpened instantly.
"...."
"…That name has been floating around for years,"
He murmured.
"Too clean. Too quiet. In some circle he is even famous for treating child's with a problematic quirks. To adapt to it."
"I'm going to investigate,"
Rudra continued.
"Covertly. Gather proof first. Then I will make my move."
Nezu nodded—
-Nod
"...."
Then paused.
"All Might should accompany you."
Rudra shook his head immediately.
"No. He's too high-profile. The moment he steps near Jaku Hospital, they might become alert."
All Might, standing nearby, clenched his fist—
"...."
But didn't argue.
He understood.
Nezu tapped his desk thoughtfully.
"...."
-Tap -Tap
"…Then Aizawa."
Rudra considered it for half a second.
"...."
Someone who could erase quirks.
Someone who worked in the shadows.
Someone who wouldn't hesitate.
He nodded.
-Nod
"There may be an escape attempt,"
Rudra said calmly.
"Extra hands won't hurt."
Nezu smiled faintly.
"Exactly my thinking."
He pressed a red button on his desk.
-Click
A slim microphone rose smoothly from the surface.
"Aizawa Shouta,"
Nezu said into it, voice calm but firm.
"Please report to the principal's office immediately."
The mic slid back down.
Nezu looked at Rudra.
"Be careful,"
He said quietly.
"Garaki is not just a doctor. He's a reputated man with several doctorate and holds patterns for many things valued by the government and the society."
Rudra's blue eyes gleamed gold faintly.
-Gleam
"So am I,"
He replied.
A few minutes later, the door slid open.
-Click
Aizawa Shouta walked in, eyes half-lidded,
A familiar yellow sleeping bag slung over his shoulder like a burden he'd carried his whole life.
Then once again equipped it seeing no one is speaking.
"...."
Nezu didn't waste time.
"Aizawa,"
He said calmly,
"you'll be accompanying Ra-One on a covert investigation. Target: Dr. Kyudai Garaki of Jaku Hospital."
Aizawa's tired eyes sharpened instantly.
"...."
"…That Quirk specialist who treats kids and the one with the problematic quirks?"
He muttered.
Rudra nodded once.
-Nod
"...."
Aizawa let out a long, threadbare sigh.
-Sigh
"Of course,"
He said, already unzipping his caterpillar sleeping bag and tossing it onto a chair.
"So much for a quiet afternoon."
He tightened his goggles, wrapped his capture weapon around his shoulders, and cracked his neck.
-Crack
"When do we leave?"
"Now,"
Rudra replied.
Nezu smiled faintly.
"...."
"Be careful,"
He said again.
"Both of you."
Meanwhile...
Class 1-A...
Yuga Aoyama sat at his desk, stiff as a statue.
He smiled when spoken to.
Nodded when called on.
-Nod
But his eyes were distant—
Hollow.
"...."
Every sound felt too loud.
Every second stretched endlessly.
'They know... They all know.'
His fingers trembled beneath the desk.
The image of Ra-One's glowing red eyes burned into his mind.
His parents.
The message.
The cuffs.
'What if they die because of me…?'
His breath grew shallow.
"...."
The classroom tilted.
"Aoyama?"
Yaoyorozu asked softly.
The world went black.
Nurse's Office...
Aoyama awoke to the smell of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment.
"...."
"Now now,"
A cheerful voice chimed.
"Overthinking is terrible for young boys."
Recovery Girl leaned over him and planted a firm smooch on his forehead.
"SMAAACK!"
A warm pulse of healing energy flowed through him,
Restoring his strength—
But not easing his guilt.
"There we go,"
She said kindly.
"All healed. But you should take it easy."
Aoyama nodded weakly.
-Nod
"T-Thank you…"
As he sat up, his hands clenched the sheets.
His body was fine.
His heart wasn't.
Elsewhere...
U.A. Grounds...
Rudra stepped outside, eyes already tracking the skyline.
Aizawa joined him, scarf shifting in the breeze.
"So,"
Aizawa said, glancing sideways,
"we're poking a hornet's nest or a stupid panda."
Rudra's mouth curved faintly.
"Both."
Aizawa sighed again.
-Sigh
"…Figures."
Rudra raised his hand.
This time,
Two clusters of tiny red astral cubes bloomed into existence instead of one.
They spun, clicked, and locked together midair—
Mirroring each other perfectly—
Until two identical astral bikes stood side by side,
Engines humming with low cosmic resonance.
Aizawa stared.
"…You built two."
"Yes, You can ride one."
Rudra replied simply.
Aizawa mounted one cautiously as instructed.
"...."
Rudra leaned slightly toward him.
"It functions like a normal bike. Balance, throttle, brakes—same rules."
He pointed near the handle.
"To fly, press the button beside the horn. Press it again to descend."
Aizawa blinked.
"...."
"…You're telling me,"
He said slowly,
"that your quirk-created construct can be used by others?"
Rudra glanced at him.
"Of course."
Aizawa clicked his tongue, clearly unsettled.
-Tch
"That makes it absurdly versatile,"
He muttered.
"And dangerously broken."
Rudra only smiled faintly.
"...."
The engines surged.
With a sharp burst of astral light,
Both bikes lifted cleanly off the ground,
Slicing upward into the sky like twin comets.
Wind roared past them as U.A. shrank below.
Aizawa kept his grip tight, eyes narrowed—
Not in fear, but concentration.
"…I hate flying,"
He muttered feeling the irritation on his eyes due to the wind.
Rudra laughed quietly.
-Haha
"...."
Few Streets Away from the Jaku Hospital.
The bikes descended silently between empty buildings,
Touching down without so much as a spark.
No cameras.
No witnesses.
No attention.
Perfect.
The astral bikes dissolved into drifting cubes and vanished.
Rudra stepped forward and tapped his chest twice.
-Tap -Tap
-Click
The air rippled.
Red cubes surged over his body like liquid metal—
Assembling with surgical precision—
Until Ra-One's suit sealed into place, the mask locking last.
His red eyes of the mask ignited beneath the hood.
-Gleam
"...."
Aizawa adjusted his goggles.
"So. What's the plan?"
Rudra's voice filtered through the mask, calm and deliberate.
"Simple."
He raised one finger.
"You break in quietly. Find proof. Underground labs. Suspicious data. Human experiment—anything."
Aizawa nodded.
-Nod
"And you?"
Rudra's form shimmered.
His height shortened.
His shoulders narrowed.
The armor folded inward, compressing, reshaping—
Until a small, pale-haired boy stood where Ra-One had been.
About six years old.
Wide eyes.
Uneven breathing.
A faint, unstable glow flickering around his hands.
"I become bait,"
Rudra said—
His voice now higher, shaky, deliberately imperfect.
"A child with a problematic quirk. One that attracts attention."
Aizawa stared for half a second.
"…That's disturbingly accurate."
Rudra tilted his head, expression fearful—
Too convincing.
"Dr. Garaki cannot resist anomalies, If he really collects data from his patients,"
He continued.
"Especially children."
Aizawa's jaw tightened.
"...."
"…If anything goes wrong—"
"I disengage,"
Rudra finished.
"Or I burn the place down."
Aizawa sighed.
-Sigh
"Great. Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
They split.
Aizawa melted into the shadows—
Silent, methodical, invisible.
Rudra—
Now a trembling child—
Stepped onto the sidewalk and looked up at Jaku Hospital,
Its white exterior gleaming innocently in the afternoon light.
Jaku Hospital...
Quirk Examination Room...
Dr. Garaki adjusted his glasses, eyes gleaming with fascination.
Seated on the examination chair was a young girl, no older than seven.
"...."
Her body bore clear mutations—
Long, powerful legs bent slightly backward.
Dense muscle fibers under pale skin.
Soft rabbit-like ears twitching anxiously atop her head.
Her quirk signature pulsed on the monitor.
Garaki smiled.
"...."
"Fascinating… truly fascinating,"
He murmured.
Her quirk structure was unmistakable.
'So similar… So very similar…'
"Your quirk resembles that of the pro hero Rabbit Hero—Mirko,"
Garaki said kindly, voice warm, grandfatherly.
"That makes you very special, you know."
The girl shrank back slightly, gripping the edge of the chair.
"I—I don't like needles…"
She whispered, eyes locked on the syringe in his hand.
Garaki chuckled softly.
-Chuckle
"Oh, this?"
He said gently, raising it just enough for her to see.
"It's nothing to be afraid of. Just a little pinch. Doctors need to check your blood so they can help you."
She glanced toward the door.
"...."
Standing there nervously was the orphanage caretaker, hands clasped tight.
Garaki turned his head.
"Ms. Tanaka Keiko,"
He said pleasantly,
"would you mind waiting outside? I'll call you once the examination is complete."
The woman hesitated.
"...."
"She's… she's scared of hospitals—"
"I assure you,"
Garaki interrupted smoothly, still smiling,
"She's perfectly safe with me."
Reluctantly, Keiko bowed.
"...."
"Please… be gentle,"
She said before stepping out.
The door closed.
-Click
The girl's breathing grew faster.
Garaki rolled up his sleeve and prepared the needle.
"Now, now,"
He soothed.
"Just hold still."
He leaned closer—
And then—
-Knock.
Garaki paused.
"...."
"…Yes?"
He said mildly.
The door opened,
And a nurse stepped inside, face tense.
She leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"Doctor… there's a lone child in the lobby. He's extremely frightened."
Garaki's hand stilled.
"...."
"Go on,"
He said softly.
"The child's quirk seems… unstable,"
The nurse continued.
"His face keeps morphing into whoever he looks at. Parents are nowhere to be found."
Garaki's eyes widened just a fraction.
"...."
A shape-shifting quirk.
Unstable.
Uncontrolled.
Unattached.
His smile deepened.
"…How intriguing,"
He murmured.
He straightened, capped the needle, and turned back to the rabbit-mutated girl.
"Wait here for a moment, my dear,"
He said gently.
"I'll be right back."
Her shoulders slumped in relief.
"...."
Garaki turned to the nurse.
"Bring the child to me,"
He said calmly.
"Immediately."
"Yes, Doctor."
As the nurse left,
Garaki cast one last look at the trembling girl—
Then toward the door.
'A child who changes faces… An orphan with a hero-grade mutation…'
His mind raced.
"...."
This was turning into a very productive afternoon.
And somewhere in the lobby—
A frightened little boy with borrowed innocence waited patiently.
"...."
Exactly as planned.
Hallway Outside the Examination Rooms...
The nurse stepped forward, lowering herself slightly to meet the frightened child's eye level.
"Sweetie… can you come with me?"
She asked gently.
Rudra—
Now fully in character—
Looked up.
The moment his eyes met hers, his face rippled.
Bone shifted.
Skin flowed.
In seconds, his features morphed into the nurse's own face, imperfect and unstable,
As if struggling to hold the form.
"O-Okay…"
He replied in a shaky voice—
Her voice—
Hands trembling as he clutched his sleeves.
The nurse stiffened for just a moment.
"...."
'Definitely unstable,'
She thought.
"Yes… yes, that's fine,"
She said, masking her unease.
"This way."
Rudra followed closely behind her, head lowered, shoulders hunched—
Every step carefully measured to look scared, confused, and harmless.
Inside, his senses were razor sharp.
'Garaki… I'm coming.'
Meanwhile...
Jaku Hospital, Records & Archives Room...
Aizawa slipped inside silently, closing the door behind him.
Rows of terminals.
Locked cabinets.
Monitors humming quietly.
He moved straight to the main console.
"No physical files…"
He muttered.
"All digital."
He woke the system.
PASSWORD REQUIRED...
Aizawa exhaled through his nose.
"...."
"Figures."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black pendrive—
Unmarked, matte, unassuming.
Rudra's words echoed in his mind.
"If you can't breach it—plug this in."
Aizawa connected the pendrive to the server port.
For a second—
Nothing.
Then the tiny indicator light blinked red.
Aizawa waited.
"...."
The light flickered.
Then—
Green.
The screen changed on its own.
Security firewalls collapsed layer by layer.
Encryption protocols disengaged.
Admin access unlocked.
Aizawa let out a low whistle.
-Whistle
"…Huh."
The interface reshaped itself, folders opening freely before him.
[PATIENT DATABASE]
[QUIRKS LOGS]
[GENETIC EXPERIMENT RECORDS]
[FAILED SUBJECTS]
[—RESTRICTED—]
Every time the system attempted a verification check—
The pendrive handled it.
Silently.
Automatically.
Aizawa scrolled.
His expression darkened with every file.
Children.
Orphans.
Quirkless patients.
Some listed as transferred.
Some as relocated.
Some simply marked—
[STATUS: DECEASED]
"…Bastard,"
Aizawa muttered.
He began copying everything—
Full backups, metadata, timestamps, off-site access points.
'Principal Nezu's going to lose his mind when he sees this,'
He thought grimly.
QUIRK EXAMINATION ROOM...
The nurse stopped before a familiar door.
"Doctor,"
She said softly, opening it,
"I brought the child."
Rudra stepped inside.
"...."
His face twitched again—
Briefly losing shape before settling.
He hugged himself tightly, eyes darting around the room.
Dr. Garaki turned.
"...."
And the moment his gaze landed on the child—
His interest ignited.
"…Oh?"
Garaki murmured, smiling warmly.
"My, my…"
The trap was set.
Rudra stood just inside the room,
Small hands clenched around the hem of his oversized shirt.
His face flickered once more—
The nurse's features bled away—
Settling into a young boy's face, pale and nervous, eyes too aware for his age.
Garaki turned fully toward him.
He murmured pleasantly.
"That's quite a quirk you have there."
Rudra flinched at the attention, lowering his gaze.
"...."
"I—I'm sorry…"
He said softly, voice shaking.
"I can't… stop it…"
Garaki chuckled gently, waving a hand.
-Chuckle
"No need to apologize,"
He said kindly.
"Quirks are simply… expressions of the soul."
He pulled out a clipboard and crouched slightly to appear less threatening.
"What's your name, young man?"
Rudra hesitated—
"...."
Just long enough to feel real.
"…Sora,"
He said.
"Sora Akiyama."
Garaki nodded, jotting it down.
-Nod
"A beautiful name,"
He said.
"Now tell me, Sora… where are your parents?"
Rudra swallowed.
-Gulp
"I… don't have any,"
He replied quietly.
"I live alone. I don't know who they were."
An orphan.
For half a heartbeat—
"...."
Garaki's face twitched.
The warmth cracked.
Something sharp and ravenous flashed behind his glasses—
A smile too wide.
Too eager.
Then—
Just as quickly—
It vanished.
Replaced by grandfatherly concern.
"Oh, you poor child,"
Garaki said softly.
"That must be very hard."
Inside, his mind sang.
'A gift. A perfect gift.'
He reached into his coat pocket and took out a lollipop,
Unwrapping it slowly and placing it into Rudra's trembling hand.
"Here,"
He said.
"You've been very brave."
"Th-Thank you…"
Rudra whispered, staring at it as if unsure whether he was allowed to accept kindness.
Garaki turned back to his notes, scribbling rapidly.
[Subject exhibits spontaneous facial morphogenesis]
[Trigger: Visual contact]
[Stability: Extremely low]
[Psychological state: Fearful, compliant]
[Background: Orphan — no guardian interference]
He adjusted his glasses, eyes gleaming with restrained excitement.
"This quirk is problematic,"
Garaki said aloud, tone thoughtful.
"But… with the right guidance… it could become extraordinary."
He looked back at Rudra and smiled.
"Would you like me to help you, Sora?"
Rudra nodded slowly, clutching the lollipop tighter.
-Nod
"…Yes."
Garaki capped his pen and looked once more at the rabbit-mutated girl.
"You've done very well today,"
He said kindly.
"Go back to your caretaker now. I'd like you to return for observation in three days."
The girl's ears twitched.
-Twitch
"…I don't need a needle?"
She asked softly.
Garaki smiled.
"Not today."
Relief flooded her face as the nurse led her out of the room.
"...."
The door closed.
Garaki turned back to the boy.
To Sora(Rudra).
He crouched again, resting his hands on his knees, eyes warm behind the glasses.
"You know,"
He said gently,
"there's a place I know. Somewhere special. A place where children like you can learn how to control their powers properly."
Rudra's eyes widened—
"...."
Just enough.
"R-Really…?"
He asked, voice small, hopeful.
Garaki nodded slowly.
-Nod
"No more fear. No more accidents,"
He continued.
"Would you like to go there?"
Rudra hesitated—
Then nodded, imitating the helpless trust of a child perfectly.
-Nod
"…Yes,"
He whispered.
Garaki smiled wider.
"...."
"Good boy."
He opened the door and waved the nurse over.
"I'll be out for a while,"
He said casually.
"I'm taking the child for further evaluation."
The nurse bowed without question.
"Yes, Doctor."
Garaki reached down and took Rudra's hand.
It was warm.
Small.
Trembling.
Exactly as it should be.
They walked down the corridor together—
Past white walls, past smiling staff, past security cameras that saw nothing wrong.
Out through the side exit.
Parking Lot...
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pavement.
Garaki unlocked his car and opened the passenger door.
"Careful,"
He said gently.
Rudra climbed in,
Clutching the lollipop,
Feet dangling above the floor.
Garaki closed the door, walked around, and slid into the driver's seat.
The engine started.
-VROOM -VROOM
With a smooth pull-out,
The car left Jaku Hospital grounds.
From the outside—
It looked like a kindly doctor helping a troubled orphan.
From the inside—
A predator believed he had secured his prize.
And somewhere deep underground,
Aizawa's pendrive continued to copy everything.
Garaki had just taken the bait.
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