(A/N):
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The city slid by outside the windows.
Rudra sat in the passenger seat,
Feet swinging slightly above the floor,
Licking the lollipop with the innocent focus of a child enjoying a rare treat.
His eyes sparkled as he watched shops, traffic lights, and passing people.
"Ooo…"
He murmured softly.
"So many cars…"
Garaki smiled at the reaction.
"...."
He adjusted the rearview mirror just a little.
Through it, his eyes glinted—
Sharp, calculating—studying the boy beside him.
'A child with no parents... A quirk that mirrors identities... Perfect material.'
Were the only thought in his mind running again and again like some kind of pervert.
Who can't divert his attention no matter how much he tries.
Rudra felt the gaze—
"...."
But didn't react.
Inside his mind,
The system interface pulsed quietly.
[ROUTE TRACKING: ACTIVE]
[LIVE LOCATION: SHARED]
[RECIPIENT: AIZAWA SHOUTA]
A thin, invisible thread now followed the car wherever it went.
Garaki hummed softly as he drove.
"Are you enjoying the ride, Sora?"
He asked kindly.
Rudra nodded eagerly.
-Nod
"Yes… sir."
Jaku Hospital...
Side Exit...
Aizawa stepped out of the hospital,
Posture calm but eyes sharp.
In his hand was a plain black hard disk, heavy with stolen truth.
He slipped it into his coat.
Then his phone vibrated.
"...."
Aizawa glanced down.
A moving location pin.
Not stationary.
Not random.
'…So that guy took the bait already,huh..,'
He thought while putting a few drops of routine eye drops to keep it hydrated.
His look turned sharp as he started walking towards the road.
He didn't hesitate.
Aizawa raised a hand.
"Taxi."
A cab screeched to a halt.
-Screeech!
"Follow this route,"
Aizawa said as he climbed in, already sending the live location to the driver and showing him his hero license.
"Keep your distance. Don't be obvious. And I am a pro hero."
The driver glanced at the map and nodded.
-Nod
"Understood."
The cab merged into traffic.
Aizawa leaned back slightly, eyes half-lidded—
"...."
But fully awake now.
"Hang on, fake kid,"
He muttered under his breath making a joke only he heard.
"I am right behind you."
Back in Garaki's Car...
The hospital disappeared in the distance.
Garaki turned onto a less crowded road.
Trees thickened.
Buildings thinned.
Rudra's system updated silently.
[DESTINATION TRAJECTORY: DEVIATING FROM PUBLIC ZONES]
[LIKELY UNDERGROUND ACCESS POINT AHEAD]
Rudra smiled innocently and sucked on the lollipop again.
In the reflection of the window—
His eyes were calm, cold and evil grin in his mind.
'Lead me there,'
He thought.
'All the way.'
The road narrowed.
Streetlights vanished one by one until darkness swallowed everything.
Garaki's car entered an abandoned tunnel,
Its concrete walls cracked and damp, the sound of tires echoing unnaturally loud.
Rudra leaned toward the window, pretending curiosity.
Inside—
His pupils adjusted instantly.
Night vision skill activated.
Every detail sharpened.
The rust patterns on the walls.
Old surveillance cameras—
Disabled, but not removed.
Faint tire marks that told him this route was used often.
Garaki slowed the car.
In the deepest part of the tunnel, he parked at a very specific spot.
The engine idled.
Then—
A low mechanical hum vibrated through the ground.
Stone shifted.
The tunnel wall ahead split open silently,
Revealing a hidden passage descending into darkness.
Garaki smiled faintly.
"...."
"Hold tight,"
He said kindly.
The car rolled forward.
Rudra watched everything.
The door sealed behind them.
They descended.
Underground Passage...
The tunnel sloped downward for nearly fifteen minutes.
Lights flickered on automatically as they passed—sterile white,
Far too clean for something buried this deep.
Security scanners swept over the car.
DNA.
Biometrics.
Quirk signatures.
All green.
Garaki hummed softly as if this were a pleasant drive.
Finally, the passage opened up.
The car emerged into a vast underground clearing.
Rudra's breath caught—
Just enough to look real.
Before them stood a structure that looked almost gentle.
A wide building.Soft lighting.Painted walls.
Like an orphanage.
Or a home.
Garaki parked and stepped out, opening the passenger door.
"Welcome,"
He said warmly.
"You'll be safe here."
Rudra took his hand.
The Facility...
Inside the gates, children were everywhere.
Some had extra limbs.
Some had warped faces.
Some glowed faintly with unstable energy.
Others twitched, flickered, or shifted uncontrollably.
And yet—
They were smiling.
Laughing.
Playing simple games together.
Doctors and researchers walked among them—
Not as guards, not as wardens—
But as caretakers.
At least, that's how it looked.
Rudra noticed the details others wouldn't.
Needle marks on arms hidden under sleeves.
Children flinching just a fraction too late.
Doctors carrying sample containers while pretending to play.
Blood. Hair. Tissue.
"Research,"
They called it.
Garaki guided Rudra forward.
"See?"
He said gently while pointing at others.
"Children like you. You won't be alone anymore."
Rudra looked around with wide, awed eyes.
"…They're… like me,"
He whispered acting like he was shocked.
Garaki smiled kindly and said softly.
"Yes, Very much like you."
A child with crystalline skin waved at Rudra.
Another whose shadow moved independently laughed nearby.
Rudra waved back shyly.
Inside—
His mind was ice-cold.
'This isn't an orphanage,'
He thought while glancing at the marks on their hands.
'It's a farm.'
And he had just walked straight into its heart.
Restricted Laboratory...
Garaki guided the "child" into a sterile lab lined with containment glass and humming machines.
"Prepare samples,"
He said calmly to one of the doctors.
"He'll be staying here from now on."
The doctor nodded without question, already pulling on gloves and preparing a syringe.
-Nod
"...."
Rudra sat on the examination chair, feet dangling, eyes lowered.
Helpless. Small.
The needle glinted under the light.
Then—
A man's voice spoke.
Calm. Cold. Adult.
"You really should have checked who you picked up, Doctor."
The syringe froze mid-air.
"...."
The doctor's breath caught.
Garaki's eyes snapped toward the boy.
The child looked up. And grinned.
-Grin
The illusion shattered.
Tiny red astral cubes exploded outward,
Rolling over Rudra's body like liquid geometry—
Assembling at terrifying speed.
Armor formed.
Plates locked.
The hood sealed.
Ra-One stood where the child had been.
Red eyes ignited beneath the mask.
-Gleam
For the first time in decades—
Kyudai Garaki felt real fear.
"...."
"…You—"
Garaki staggered back half a step.
"Ra-One?!"
Rudra straightened, towering over the room.
"Congratulations,"
He said lightly.
"You led me straight to your nest."
Garaki recovered instantly.
His face twisted—not into panic—
But rage.
"ATTACK HIM!"
He screamed.
The lab erupted.
Doctors and assistants lunged forward as their bodies mutated violently—
One's arms split into writhing tentacles.
Another's skin hardened into chitinous plates.
A third opened a jaw far too wide, teeth multiplying unnaturally.
They weren't researchers anymore.
They were experiments.
Ra-One didn't move.
The first attacker reached him—
And imploded.
Rudra didn't even swing.
A wave of compressed Brahmāstra force detonated outward,
Slamming bodies into walls, glass shattering, alarms screaming.
Another mutant leapt from above—
"...."
Rudra caught it by the face and smashed it into the floor,
-BOOM!!!
Concrete spiderwebbing outward.
"You experimented on children,"
Rudra said calmly as he stepped forward.
"You hid behind white coats."
A beam of unstable energy fired at him.
Rudra tilted his head.
-Swish
It passed harmlessly by.
"And you thought,"
He continued, voice echoing through the lab,
"no one would ever come looking."
More attackers rushed him—
Howling, broken, desperate.
Red cubes tore from Rudra's armor, forming blades, chains, and shields midair.
The lab became a storm of screams, shattered steel, and collapsing equipment.
Garaki backed toward an emergency console,
Fingers shaking as he reached for it.
"This isn't over!"
He snarled as he backed away.
"You don't understand what you're meddling with—!"
Rudra's red gaze locked onto him.
"Oh,"
He said quietly.
"I understand perfectly."
Garaki's fingers were inches from the emergency console—
When his body failed him.
"...."
His strength drained away like water through a cracked vessel.
His spine bent.
His hands trembled violently.
His breath turned ragged.
"W–What…?"
Garaki gasped while his body began to shake.
-Gasp
"...."
His skin wrinkled visibly,
Veins darkening as his body aged at an unnatural speed.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to one knee, clutching his chest.
"My quirk—!"
He wheezed looking at his body.
"Why… why can't I feel it?!"
Panic finally broke through his composure.
Then—
A calm, tired voice answered him.
"That'd be me."
Garaki's head snapped up.
-Snap
"...."
The lab door stood open.
Aizawa Shouta walked in,
Capture weapon already uncoiling mid-step, eyes glowing faintly as they locked onto Garaki while his hair was floating upwards.
His quirk was active.
Relentless.
Garaki's enhanced longevity—
His stolen vitality—
Everything sustaining him—
Erased.
Aizawa flicked his wrist.
The capture weapon snapped forward and wrapped around Garaki's body,
Binding his arms and torso before he could even think of resisting.
One sharp pull slammed him fully to the floor.
Aizawa stepped closer, eyes cold.
"Finally made it in,"
He muttered looked around the mess.
"That pendrive of yours? Cleanest override I've seen."
He glanced around the shattered lab—
Mutated bodies groaning, alarms screaming, children crying in the distance.
Then back down at Garaki.
"…You really thought this place was untouchable,"
Aizawa said flatly.
"Like no one would ever look closely."
Garaki's breathing came in harsh, desperate gasps.
His face had aged decades in seconds—
"...."
Cheeks sunken, hair thinning, hands shaking uncontrollably.
He stared up at Aizawa.
"E–Eraser Head…?"
He croaked in disbelief.
Aizawa didn't correct him.
Didn't boast.
Just tightened the binding slightly.
"You don't get to say hero names,"
Aizawa replied while he gave a disdain look.
"Not after what you did to those kids."
Behind him, Ra-One stood amid the wreckage, red eyes glowing steadily as the last of the attackers lay broken or unconscious.
"It's over, Garaki,"
Rudra said calmly.
"No quirks. No labs. No hiding behind children."
Garaki laughed weakly—half hysterical, half broken.
-Hehe
"You think…"
He coughed,
-Cough -Cough
"this ends anything…?"
Aizawa's eyes didn't waver he looked at the mad man who seems to have gone crazy.
Aizawa tightened his grip on Garaki, dragging the withered man toward the extraction route.
"The cops will take him,"
Aizawa said flatly.
"Official story stays clean. Suspicious activity. Illegal experimentation. Nothing about students."
Rudra nodded once letting out a sigh.
-Nod
"Aoyama stays out of this, He's already paid enough."
They moved quickly through the tunnels, alarms still echoing faintly behind them.
"And Ra-One?"
Aizawa asked without looking back.
Rudra's masked gaze stayed forward.
"We're colleagues at U.A., That's all they need to know."
Aizawa grunted.
"Works for me."
At the surface, police and emergency units were already mobilizing and will arrive at any moment.
Garaki would vanish into custody under layers of bureaucracy and silence.
But Rudra turned the other way.
Medical Ward...
The alarms had faded.
Only the soft beep… beep… of heart monitors filled the ward.
-Beep -Beep
Rudra moved slowly between the beds, eyes scanning every face, every scar, every life that had been used and discarded.
Then he stopped.
One bed drew his attention.
A teenage boy, older than the others.
"...."
Burn marks scarred his skin—
Below his eyes.
Across his jaw.
Down his arms and hands.
The damage was old.
Repeated.
Improperly healed.
His chest rose and fell unevenly.
"…You are here, As expected..."
Rudra murmured quietly Dabi as still not woken up from his coma.
At that moment—
The monitor tone changed.
"...."
Beep—beep—beep.
The boy's fingers twitched.
-Twitch
Rudra stiffened.
Slowly… painfully…
The boy's eyelids fluttered.
A shallow breath escaped cracked lips.
"…ngh…"
His eyes opened.
Confused. Dull.
Not angry.
Just… lost.
"...."
The boy stared at the ceiling, unfocused, as if trying to remember where he was—or who he was.
"…It hurts…"
He whispered hoarsely.
Rudra stepped closer, lowering his presence, making sure his voice stayed calm.
"You're safe,"
He said softly.
The boy turned his head slightly, eyes struggling to focus on Rudra's armored form.
"…Hospital…?"
He asked weakly.
"Yes,"
Rudra replied as he took a chair near by sat besides him.
"But not one you'll stay in."
The boy swallowed and confused.
-Gulp
"…Did I… mess up again?"
He asked, fear creeping into his voice.
"I—I tried to suppress my limit…"
There was no hatred in him yet.
No rage. No obsession.
Just exhaustion… and guilt.
"...."
Rudra said nothing about heroes.
Nothing about villains.
Nothing about his family.
Not yet.
He reached out and adjusted the blanket gently.
"You need rest,"
Rudra said while standing up from his seat.
"Your body pushed itself too far."
The boy's eyes slowly closed again, his breathing evening out.
"...."
Before slipping back into unconsciousness, he murmured one last thing—
"…Dad…?"
"...."
Rudra froze looking at the Toya who seems to be still thinking about how to gain his father approval.
Then, he said quietly then went to the other wards to gather all the victims who were present here.
"…Sleep."
The ward lights hummed softly.
Outside, the world still believed Toya Todoroki was dead.
Inside, a broken boy lived on—unaware of the fate waiting for him.
Next Day...
R.G General Hospital...
Morning sunlight filtered through wide glass windows, washing over rows of hospital beds.
The children had been moved quietly.
No press. No headlines.
One by one, orphans and abandoned kids—
Those labeled dangerous, monstrous, or villainous simply because of their quirks—
Were transferred into clean wards staffed by professionals who actually cared.
Some had horns.
Some glowed faintly.
Some twitched uncontrollably when they slept.
"...."
"...."
"...."
None of them were evil.
Just unwanted.
Rudra stood near the window of one ward, hands in his pockets, watching a nurse gently reassure a boy whose shadow refused to stay still.
Behind him, familiar footsteps approached.
-Thud. -Thud.
"All of them?"
All Might asked quietly while looking at the kids in the wards.
Rudra nodded while eyeing them.
-Nod
"Every child we could find."
All Might's jaw tightened beneath his smile.
"Good."
Principal Nezu hopped onto a nearby chair, eyes scanning the room with a calculating calm that hid deep concern.
"These children were never villains,"
Nezu said looking at the kids while standing on the sholders of All Might.
"They were simply… inconvenient."
Rudra turned to face them.
"...."
"That's why I don't want this to end with arrests and reports, I want something permanent."
All Might crossed his arms.
"You're thinking long-term."
"A recovery center,"
Rudra continued telling them his plan for the kids.
"A place for kids with unstable or misunderstood quirks. Training, therapy, medical care. Somewhere they won't be afraid of themselves."
Nezu's ears twitched.
-Twitch -Twitch
"...."
"…An ambitious proposal,"
He said thoughtfully.
"And a necessary one."
He tapped his chin with a paw.
"However,"
Nezu added after some thought about how to establish it,
"to legally establish such a center, you'll need a certified quirk health specialist. Someone recognized by the medical and hero commissions."
Rudra frowned slightly.
-Frown
"A specialist?"
"Yes,"
Nezu confirmed getting down from All Might's sholder.
"Someone who understands quirk physiology, mental strain, mutation-type adaptations—the works. Without that, the project will never be approved."
All Might looked toward the children again, his expression softening.
"…They deserve that help."
Rudra followed his gaze.
"I know, That's why I'll find the right person. Someone who won't see them as test subjects."
Nezu smiled faintly while patted Rudra.
"Good, Because once you do… I'll make sure the paperwork doesn't stand in your way."
Rudra exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
"...."
By Afternoon...
The ward had settled into a gentle calm.
The beeping monitors were steady now.
The nurses moved without urgency.
Sunlight warmed the pale walls.
Rudra had taken leave from class for the day.
When the message came—
'the burn-scarred boy is awake'
—he didn't hesitate.
He made his way down the corridor and stopped outside the room.
Then he entered.
The boy on the bed looked… better.
Still thin.
Still scarred.
"...."
But his breathing was even now, and the tight,
Constant tension in his body had eased.
His hair had been cleaned, his burns properly dressed.
He noticed Rudra immediately.
"...."
The boy shifted, wincing slightly, then offered a small, awkward nod.
-Nod
"…You're the one,"
He said hoarsely looking at Rudra.
Rudra stepped closer.
"How are you feeling?"
"Sore,"
The boy admitted with a tired sigh.
-Sigh
"Tired. But… not like before."
He hesitated, then added quietly,
"...."
"The nurse told me… I was with someone bad. A villain. Someone who experimented on kids."
Rudra didn't correct her wording.
"That's right,"
He said calmly.
"You were taken advantage of."
The boy swallowed, fingers curling into the blanket.
-Gulp
"…Then thank you,"
He said, voice sincere but uncertain.
"For getting me out. I don't remember anything… but I know it should be bad."
Rudra nodded once.
-Nod
"...."
The boy studied Rudra's face—searching, cautious.
"…Are the others okay?"
He asked, he had heared from the nurse there was.
"They're safe,"
Rudra answered while sitting at the visitor's chair.
"All of them. You won't be alone here."
That seemed to matter.
The boy exhaled slowly, tension easing from his shoulders.
"…Good,"
He murmured. There was a pause.
"...."
Then, almost hesitantly, he asked—
"…Do you know how long I'll have to stay?"
"As long as you need,"
Rudra said while looking at tehe burns on the Toya's body.
"No one's rushing you."
The boy nodded, accepting that without protest.
-Nod
"...."
He looked away toward the window, watching the light.
"…I don't really have anywhere else to go, My family will be worried looking at me in this condition. I need to apologize to my mother. What I did that day was foolish?"
He admitted quietly while thinking about the past.
"So… I'll try not to be any trouble. Until I confront my family."
Rudra shook his head.
"You're not trouble, You're a kid who survived."
That made the boy glance back at him—surprised.
For a moment, his eyes glistened.
"…Okay,"
He said in low voice.
Rudra stood there a while longer, making sure the silence stayed comfortable.
USA...
JP Psychiatric Hospital,
Staff Office...
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of an air conditioner.
A man lounged back in his chair, one foot hooked casually over the other, blowing a bubble with his gum.
-Pop.
He chewed again, eyes scanning the report on his desk.
"...."
[Patient: Age 9
Condition: Quirk-induced dissociative episodes
Progress: Improving with guided control therapy]
"Hm, Kid's stabilizing faster than expected."
He muttered while blowing another bubble.
Just then—
Buzz. Buzz.
His phone vibrated on the desk.
"...."
He glanced at the screen.
[Caller ID: RA-ONE]
The gum nearly fell out of his mouth.
"...."
"…No way,"
He said, already grinning.
-Grin
He straightened instantly and answered brightly.
"Sir! Long time no see!"
Japan...
Rudra leaned against a window, city stretching below.
"Jeremy, Still chewing gum in professional settings, I see."
He spoke while looking at the passing car through the window.
Jeremy laughed.
-Haha
"Hey, it helps me think."
There was a brief pause—
"...."
Then Rudra's tone shifted to serious.
"I'm calling because I'm setting up something in Japan, A recovery center. For kids with unstable or misunderstood quirks. Many of them… traumatized."
Jeremy stopped chewing.
"...."
"…You're serious."
"Yes,"
Rudra replied with a sigh.
-Sigh
"And I need someone I trust. Someone who understands both quirks and psychology."
For a second, Jeremy was silent.
"...."
Then his grin came back—wider than before.
"You kidding? That's exactly the kind of work I've been waiting for."
He stood up, already pacing as he spoke excitedly.
"You saved half of Sky X High from becoming disasters, If you're building a place like that, I'm in. No hesitation."
Rudra allowed himself a small smile.
"Good, I'll arrange the details. Be ready to move."
Jeremy laughed while scratching his messy hair.
-Haha
"Professor Ra-One inviting me to Japan? Man, my life just peaked."
Rudra ended the call.
"...."
Back in the office, Jeremy looked at the report on his desk again—then set it aside.
"…Guess I'm changing countries,"
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(A/N):
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