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Three Days Later...
Nagano...
Nagano was alive with energy.
The hero agency, newly completed and gleaming under the morning sun, officially opened its doors.
Reporters gathered at a distance, citizens whispered in awe, and heroes moved with purpose.
At its center stood Ra-One.
Rudra watched with quiet satisfaction as everyone took their places—not as travelers from another world anymore, but as licensed heroes of this one.
Gwen stepped forward as Royale, calm and precise.
Layla, sharp-eyed and composed, now operated as Ivy.
Amirtha, bearing the calm authority of flowing power, chose the name Aqua Seraph.
Junoo, her presence shimmering and unreal, became Mirage Veil.
Shiva, burning with controlled intensity, stood proudly as Fire Fist.
Sandeep, quiet and lethal, answered to Frost Slice.
Ravi, ever-adaptable and clever, laughed as Dupi.
Meena, graceful and commanding, took her place as Queen.
The agency was alive.
And yet—Rudra has finally established his very own Hero Agency.
And also a professor at U.A. High School.
Afternoon...
Principal's Office...
That afternoon, Rudra stood before the familiar door.
Inside, Nezu sipped his tea calmly.
To one side sat Shota Aizawa, arms crossed.
To the other, All Might, in his lean form, posture serious.
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The moment Rudra entered, Nezu's eyes gleamed.
"Ah! Perfect timing."
Rudra took a seat. "You sounded serious."
Nezu smiled, tail flicking. "Always."
He set his cup down.
"As you know," Nezu began, "we've recently completed new U.A. dormitories—facilities not just for students… but for their families. Since last incident of mole."
All Might's brow furrowed slightly.
-Frown.
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"Our plan," Nezu continued, "is to allow parents to live on campus for added protection. After the U.A. Sports Festival, we'll begin contacting families."
Aizawa nodded slowly.
-Nod
"Makes sense."
Nezu's gaze shifted—sharp, calculating.
"But there is one exception," he said.
Rudra felt it immediately.
"Yuga Aoyama's parents."
Silence fell.
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Nezu folded his paws.
"If we contact the other parents first, we risk alerting our enemy. Aoyama's situation must be handled before that happens."
All Might exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
"So we bring them in quietly."
"Exactly," Nezu said. "Discreetly. Carefully."
His eyes moved between the three men.
"That is why," he finished, "I am assigning you three to this operation."
Aizawa sighed in defeat folding his hands.
-Sigh
"Of course."
All Might straightened. "We'll do it."
Nezu looked to Rudra last.
Ra-One met his gaze and nodded once.
"They won't be harmed," Rudra said calmly. "And neither will Aoyama. I had promised him."
Nezu smiled, satisfied. "Then we are agreed."
The meeting ended—but the weight of what lay ahead did not lift.
Outside, the Sports Festival loomed.
The meeting didn't end there.
Nezu reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick stack of folders, sliding them across the desk with deliberate care.
"Next," he said lightly, "the internship agency selection list."
The smile on his face did not match the cruelty of the workload.
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"These are the agencies requesting permission to approach students after the Sports Festival," Nezu continued. "We need to filter them. Carefully."
He nudged the stack toward Shota Aizawa.
Aizawa looked down. Then looked again. Then stared.
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For a solid three seconds, his soul visibly left his body.
"…You've got to be kidding me," he muttered.
All Might leaned over slightly. "Is it that bad?"
Aizawa slowly flipped the first page. Then the second. Then the third.
"There are more agencies than last year," he said flatly. "And half of them are publicity vultures."
Nezu sipped his tea. "Mmm. Capitalism."
Aizawa dragged a hand down his face.
"I should've expelled them all when I had the chance."
Rudra smirked seeing Aizawa's pale face.
-Sigh
"Do you say that every year?"
"And every year I'm right."
He gathered the files anyway, standing up with the resignation of a man marching toward execution.
"I'll filter them," Aizawa said. "Strict criteria. No clout chasers. No 'mascot heroes.' No idiots. As much as I can."
All Might nodded approvingly.
-Nod
"The students will be safer that way."
As Aizawa left, muttering something about caffeine IVs, the atmosphere shifted again.
Nezu's eyes sharpened.
"Now," he said quietly, "back to Aoyama."
Rudra straightened.
According to Yuga Aoyama's own testimony, his parents lived in Musutafu.
On paper, they were free citizens who shifted from France.
In reality—
"They are not imprisoned by walls," Nezu said calmly, "but by a contract."
All Might clenched his fist.
"A deadly one," Nezu continued. "A deal made with All For One for their son's quirk."
Rudra's jaw tightened.
"If they betray him," Nezu said, voice even, "if they speak to the authorities, or if their son deviates from orders—"
He paused.
"—their entire family will be killed. Brutally. Publicly. As an example."
Silence settled heavily in the room.
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All Might spoke at last, low and furious.
"He uses families as chains."
Rudra's eyes were cold now.
"That's why we don't knock on their door like heroes."
Nezu nodded hearing Rudra's response.
"Exactly. This is not a rescue operation."
"It's an extraction,"
Aizawa's voice came from the doorway, having returned just in time to hear the last part.
Rudra looked toward him.
"We move quietly. No alarms. No heroics."
All Might straightened, resolve hardening.
"And once they're under U.A.'s protection—"
"They disappear," Nezu finished. "From All For One's reach."
The plan was forming.
Carefully. Deliberately.
Because this time, if they failed—It wouldn't be a hero who paid the price.
It would be a family.
The decision was made.
After the U.A. Sports Festival, they would move.
Musutafu. Quiet entry. Clean extraction.
Yuga Aoyama's parents would be brought out before All For One ever realized the net was closing.
Until then—everything had to look normal.
Meanwhile...
Training Grounds...
"ALRIIIIGHT, LET'S GOOOOO!"
The voice alone shattered morale.
Mirio Togata blurred forward like a human missile, grinning so hard it should've been illegal.
Class 1-A. Class 1-B. And even a handful of General Studies students who had volunteered, hoping to test their festival prototypes and maybe catch the eye of future investors.
They didn't get a warm-up.
They got Mirio.
"Okay! Group fight! No rules! Except teamwork! Except strategy! Except DON'T GET HIT—"
Too late.
Mirio phased through the ground, popped up behind two students, tapped both their shoulders, and laughed.
"You're out! But not really! Keep fighting like you're not!"
Explosion. Ice wall. Mushrooms. Steel fists. Air platforms.
None of it mattered.
Mirio soloed the field.
He dove through attacks, reappeared mid-punch, disrupted formations, and intentionally baited reactions—breaking coordination like snapping dry twigs.
"HEY! YOU'RE TUNNEL-VISIONING!"
"WHY ARE YOU ALL STARING AT ME?!"
"WHO LEFT THEIR BACK OPEN—OH, THAT'S EVERYONE!"
Students collided. Plans collapsed.
Strategies imploded.
And Mirio kept talking.
Excited. Encouraging. Absolutely relentless.
"You!" he pointed mid-dodge. "Great power! Zero awareness!"
"You two! Amazing combo—IF YOU'D PRACTICED IT ONCE!"
"Support course! LOVE the idea! Now protect the operator or you're just a vending machine with delusions!"
Somewhere on the sidelines, a support student scribbled notes furiously.
"I can sell this—if they survive."
Finally, Mirio landed in the center of the field, hands on hips, beaming.
"Okay! Timeout!"
Students collapsed where they stood.
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Panting. Sweaty. Egos in shambles.
Mirio crouched down, still smiling.
"Sports Festival isn't about showing off. It's about pressure. And under pressure—"
He tapped his head.
"—your habits show."
A few students groaned.
Others nodded grimly.
-Nodded
Mirio stood up straight and raised a fist.
"But you're all gonna be AWESOME if you fix those habits!"
Somewhere above, watching from a distance, Rudra smiled faintly who had just arrived from the principal office.
'Good,' he thought. 'Break them now… so they don't break later.'
The festival was coming.
And U.A. was sharpening its teeth.
The training ground buzzed—until it didn't.
The moment Rudra stepped into view, conversations cut short.
Students straightened on instinct.
"Good evening, sir!" several voices called out at once.
Rudra lifted a hand, waving it lazily.
"Carry on. If you stop every time a teacher shows up, Mirio wins by default."
That earned a few tired laughs.
Mirio Togata flashed a thumbs-up mid-lecture.
"YOU HEARD THE PROFESSOR! BACK TO SUFFERING—UH, LEARNING!"
Rudra moved along the edge of the field, quietly observing.
Third-years correcting footwork.
Pointing out blind spots.
Breaking bad habits before they calcified.
No shouting. No grandstanding. Just experience being handed down, piece by piece.
'This is how it's supposed to be,' Rudra thought.
When the session wrapped up, Mirio clapped loudly.
"Alright! Hydrate! Stretch! And don't pretend you're not exhausted!"
Students dispersed, groaning but energized.
Rudra waited until the grounds cleared, gave Mirio a nod of approval, then turned toward the dorms.
-Nod
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U.A. Dorms...
Rudra's Room...
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Rudra loosened his collar and exhaled.
Dinner.
He glanced at the time, then at his reflection.
"Can't cancel," he muttered. "Promised."
Somewhere in his mind, he could already hear the teasing.
With a resigned chuckle, he grabbed a clean shirt and started getting ready—for a quiet dinner that he knew, deep down, would be anything but quiet with Nemuri Kayama involved.
Rudra finished straightening his collar and dialed the number.
The call barely rang once.
"About time,"
Nemuri Kayama's teasing voice purred from the other end.
"Pick me up at the U.A. High School entrance. One hour. I'm still getting ready."
"One hour?" Rudra deadpanned. "Are you planning to conquer a nation first?"
She laughed hearing his shocked response.
-Fufu
"Confidence takes effort. Don't rush art."
-Click.
The line went dead.
Rudra stared at the phone, then chuckled.
-Chuckle
"Of course."
An hour later...
The U.A. entrance lights glowed softly against the evening sky.
Rudra rolled up astride a sleek, old-school motorcycle.
Borrowed. Temporarily.
With a promise to All Might that it would come back unscratched.
He cut the engine.
Nemuri was already there.
Not leaning. Not waiting impatiently.
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Just standing, dressed impeccably, hair catching the light, a smile playing on her lips as if she'd been expecting exactly this moment.
"Well," she said sweetly, walking over, "you clean up nicely."
Rudra raised a brow.
"You're late."
She grinned wider hearing his response.
"You're welcome."
Nemuri swung onto the seat behind him with practiced ease.
"I assume you're not using your usual dramatic transportation."
"No powers tonight,"
Rudra replied, starting the engine.
"Dinner deserves something… normal."
She leaned closer, amused.
"A hero choosing normal. How scandalous."
The engine roared to life.
With one smooth turn, Rudra pulled away from the gate, the motorcycle accelerating down the road as the lights of U.A. faded behind them.
They first visit is Theater.
The theater lights dimmed.
On screen, a door creaked open far slower than physics allowed.
Rudra sat perfectly still, posture calm, popcorn balanced in one hand like a professional meditator.
He wasn't scared.
He'd seen spirits whisper through burning forests in the Brahmastra world.
He'd negotiated with things that didn't cast shadows.
This was… cinema.
Then the screen went silent.
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Too silent.
BANG.
A face exploded onto the screen with a shriek.
Rudra's hand twitched.
Popcorn launched upward in a perfect arc like it had been blessed by gravity itself.
A kernel bounced off his shoulder.
Another hit the seat in front.
Rudra did not react.
Not a flinch. Not a sound.
He calmly reached down, picked up a stray popcorn piece, and resumed eating.
Beside him, Nemuri Kayama covered her mouth, shoulders shaking.
"Oh my god,"
She whispered, laughing.
-Hehe
"Did you just throw popcorn at the ghost?"
"It attacked first,"
Rudra replied evenly.
She leaned closer, eyes sparkling.
"You know, most people scream."
"I prefer countermeasures."
Another jump scare hit.
This time the popcorn didn't fly.
But Nemuri noticed something else.
His jaw tightened. Just a little.
She grinned wickedly.
-Grin
"Oh," she murmured. "You're pretending."
Rudra didn't look at her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
She deliberately waited for the next scare, then suddenly leaned in and whispered right into his ear.
"BOO."
Rudra froze. For half a second.
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Nemuri burst into laughter, clutching his arm.
"GOT YOU."
He sighed looking at the beauty besides him.
-Sigh
"That was a cheap tactic."
"And extremely effective," she said smugly.
By the end of the movie, Nemuri was relaxed, entertained, and victorious.
Rudra stood, dusted off imaginary popcorn crumbs, and said calmly,
"Next time, we watch a documentary."
She looped her arm through his, still smiling.
"Next time," she said, "I pick again."
Somewhere behind them, the movie monster screamed one last time.
Rudra didn't even look back.
He'd survived worse.
The movie credits finally rolled.
Rudra let out a long, very unheroic sigh. "I survived."
Nemuri Kayama leaned closer, smirking. "Barely. That popcorn took most of the damage."
"Sacrifices were made," he said solemnly.
She laughed, tugging his sleeve. "Come on. Next stop."
Lovers' Park... 🌙🎡
Lights glittered across the park like scattered stars.
Soft music drifted through the air, and laughter bubbled from every corner.
Nemuri's mood lifted instantly.
"Ohhh, I missed this place,"
She said, eyes shining.
"No villains. No paperwork. Just fun."
They wandered from stall to stall.
Ring toss. Balloon darts. That suspicious strength-testing hammer that lied to everyone.
Nemuri dragged him into couple games with unapologetic enthusiasm.
"Teamwork!"
She declared, handing him half the darts.
"Don't embarrass me, Professor."
"You picked the wrong partner if you wanted subtlety."
They won a small plush toy anyway. Nemuri claimed it immediately.
Then came the shooting gallery.
Nemuri leaned against him, deliberately distracting.
"Careful. Steady hands."
Rudra narrowed his eyes.
"That's sabotage."
"And?" she teased.
He still hit the target.
She gasped dramatically.
-Gasp
"Show-off."
They shared snacks, traded mock trash-talk, and laughed more than either expected.
Nemuri looked genuinely happy—unguarded, unburdened.
At one point, she paused, watching a pair of students giggling near the fountain.
"You know," she said softly, "it's nice to just… be Nemuri for a night."
Rudra nodded. "You're allowed to be."
She smiled at that. Not teasing. Just warm.
They walked on, lights reflecting in her eyes, the park humming around them—no rush, no danger, no ghosts.
Just a quiet, shared evening that neither of them wanted to end.
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