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Dinner was quieter.
Not awkward. Just… softer.
The restaurant lights were warm, golden, casting shadows that made the world feel smaller than it really was.
They shared plates, traded small arguments over food choices, and occasionally just watched people pass by in comfortable silence.
Nemuri laughed more tonight than usual.
Not the dramatic, teasing laugh.
The real one.
By the time they left, the night air was cool and calm.
Rudra drove them back to U.A. High School, the engine humming steadily beneath them.
They stopped just outside the entrance.
The campus lights glowed faintly beyond the gate.
Rudra cut the engine.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
"...."
"...."
Nemuri stepped off the bike first.
She didn't tease. Didn't smirk. She just stood there.
Rudra turned toward her.
"You're quiet."
She didn't answer immediately.
Then—before he could process the shift—She stepped forward.
Closed the distance.
And pressed a quick, warm kiss against his cheek.
Soft. Sudden. Certain.
Before his brain could even catch up—She pulled back.
"...."
"...."
Her face had gone red, but her eyes were bright.
"Goodnight," she said quickly.
Then she turned and practically fled toward the staff dorm entrance.
Rudra remained frozen beside the bike.
Hand slowly lifting.
Fingers brushing the cheek she'd just kissed.
The roar of villains. The clash of powers. The weight of worlds.
None of it had stunned him like this.
He blinked once.
"…That was unfair," he muttered under his breath.
And for once, Pro Hero Ra-One had absolutely no countermeasure prepared.
Next Day...
Morning broke without drama.
No alarms. No villain attacks. No festival noise.
Just a quiet tension that sat beneath everything.
Inside a parked unmarked vehicle a few streets away from the Todoroki district of Musutafu, three figures prepared.
Rudra adjusted his coat, no hero suit today.
All Might, in his lean form, checked the perimeter one last time.
And Shota Aizawa stood by the door, scarf tucked away, looking like the most exhausted teacher on earth.
"Address confirmed?" Aizawa asked.
Rudra nodded, tapping the tablet.
-Nod
"Given by Yuga Aoyama himself. Musutafu residential block. Third floor. No visible external surveillance."
All Might crossed his arms.
"All For One won't rely on visible surveillance."
Rudra's voice was calm.
"Exactly."
They stepped out.
The apartment building looked ordinary.
Too ordinary.
Aizawa slipped on plain glasses, adopting the posture of a teacher on routine business.
"I'll go first," he said quietly.
"School matter. Parent consultation. Keep eyes on thermal fluctuations."
All Might nodded.
-Nod
"We'll stay out of sight."
Rudra stepped back into the shadow of a nearby building, activating a subtle scan through his system.
No flashy power use. Just observation.
Aizawa walked up the stairs and knocked.
-Knock -Knock
A pause. Footsteps.
The door opened slowly.
A woman stood there, elegant but pale.
Behind her, a man appeared, equally tense.
They recognized Aizawa instantly.
Their expressions changed—Not relief. Fear.
"Eraser Head…" the father whispered.
Aizawa kept his tone neutral.
"School business. May I come in?"
They hesitated. That hesitation told Rudra everything.
Inside the building, Aizawa stepped in.
Outside, All Might clenched his jaw.
"They look terrified."
Rudra's eyes narrowed slightly.
-Frown
"They've been living under a sword."
Inside the apartment, Aizawa sat down across from them.
"This visit isn't official," he said quietly. "Your son is safe."
The mother's hands trembled.
"Is he—?"
"He's safe," Aizawa repeated.
"But we know about the contract."
Both parents froze.
"...."
"...."
The father's voice dropped.
"You shouldn't have come."
Aizawa's eyes sharpened. "Why?"
The man swallowed.
-Gulp
"There are watchers," he whispered. "Not outside. Not cameras. Something else."
Outside, Rudra felt it.
A faint pulse. Not technological.
Something biological. He glanced at All Might.
"We're not alone."
All Might's posture shifted instantly.
Rudra's gaze traced the building's shadows.
There. Across the street.
A man pretending to read a newspaper—but his heartbeat was too steady. Too trained.
Another across the rooftop.
And then—A faint distortion in the air.
A portal ripple. Subtle. Incomplete.
All For One's people were watching.
Rudra exhaled slowly.
"Extraction moves up," he murmured.
Inside the apartment, Aizawa leaned forward.
"You're coming with us," he said firmly. "Now."
The parents' faces drained of color.
"If we leave," the mother whispered, "he'll kill us."
Aizawa's voice was steady.
"If you stay, he already owns you."
Outside, Rudra stepped fully out of the shadows.
No hero suit yet. Not until necessary.
But if the ripple completed—Ra-One would not hesitate.
Sunday had begun quietly. It was about to get loud.
The ripple intensified—And then it happened.
A dark portal split open like ink tearing across reality.
The man pretending to read the newspaper dropped the act instantly and leapt into it without hesitation.
The portal snapped shut.
Gone.
Rudra and All Might stood frozen for half a second.
"That wasn't Kurogiri, He is still under the containment."
All Might muttered.
"No," Rudra replied, eyes narrowing.
-Frown
"Its not Kurogiri."
The implication settled heavily.
All For One had replaced him.
Fast. Efficient.
And the fact that the portal user didn't attack—
—that told them even more.
"It sensed us," Rudra said quietly. "And chose retreat."
All Might's jaw tightened.
"They weren't here to fight. They were here to confirm."
Inside the apartment...
Aizawa didn't waste a second.
"Move," Shota Aizawa ordered.
The parents didn't argue.
Fear pushed them faster than courage ever could.
They descended the stairs quickly,
Aizawa positioned between them and any potential threat.
Rudra scanned the rooftops. Nothing. Too quiet.
All Might stepped slightly ahead, acting casual but ready to transform in an instant.
The vehicle door opened.
"Inside," Aizawa instructed.
The parents climbed in, shaking.
Rudra took one last look across the street.
No lingering aura. No second portal.
Just the ordinary sounds of Musutafu returning as if nothing had happened.
But something had. All For One now knew.
Not everything—
—but enough.
Rudra entered the vehicle last, shutting the door firmly.
"All Might," he said quietly, "drive."
The engine roared to life.
As the car pulled away, Rudra kept his gaze on the rearview mirror.
No pursuit. No interference.
Which somehow made it worse.
"He let them go," All Might said grimly.
"For now," Rudra replied.
Because this wasn't mercy.
It was strategy. And somewhere in the shadows—A new portal user had just reported back.
The vehicle sped through Musutafu's streets, blending into ordinary traffic.
Inside, silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Shota Aizawa sat beside Aoyama's parents, posture relaxed but eyes alert.
All Might drove, calm but ready.
Rudra watched the mirrors.
No tail. No portal distortions. Too clean.
"They're not chasing,"
All Might said quietly.
Rudra nodded once.
-Nod
"Because this wasn't their move."
Elsewhere...
The Old Bar...
Dim light. Dust in the air. The faint hum of machinery.
Inside the hidden room behind the rundown bar, the same elderly man who had pretended to read a newspaper earlier knelt respectfully.
Before him sat the life-support capsule.
Within it—All For One.
"My lord," the old man said carefully,
"the mole's parents have been secured by the enemy. It appears the mole has been compromised."
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—Laughter.
-HAHAHAHA!!!
Deep. Amused. Echoing unnaturally through the chamber.
The old man stiffened.
He had expected rage.Punishment.Orders.
Instead—
"You misunderstand,"
All For One said calmly once the laughter subsided.
The old man looked up cautiously. "Sir?"
"They moved faster than expected,"
All For One continued.
"That means they were already watching."
A pause.
"Which means the mole did exactly what he was supposed to."
Confusion deepened in the old man's eyes.
"But—sir—if the parents are extracted—"
"Then they believe they have won," All For One finished.
The life-support monitors hummed steadily.
"You see," he went on, voice smooth as oil, "a compromised piece can still serve its purpose."
The old man swallowed.
"You anticipated this outcome?"
"I anticipated that fear would force movement," All For One replied.
"And movement reveals positions."
Another quiet chuckle.
"They showed their hand."
The old man hesitated.
"Shall we… retaliate?"
Silence again.
Then—
"No," All For One said simply.
"Let them feel secure."
The faintest ripple of something dark stirred in the shadows.
"The festival is approaching," he added. "And nothing motivates chaos like hope."
The old man bowed deeply.
"As you wish."
After 45 minutes...
Far away, the U.A. vehicle continued toward safety.
But somewhere behind the laughter echoing in that hidden room—
A new plan was already unfolding.
The gates of U.A. High School opened smoothly.
Security systems shifted into quiet lockdown mode the moment the vehicle passed through.
No alarms. No announcements.
Just silent escalation.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Aoyama's parents were escorted directly to the principal's office.
Inside, Nezu waited with a cup of tea that had long gone cold.
Shota Aizawa stood by the wall.
All Might remained near the door.
Rudra took a quiet position beside the window.
The parents sat stiffly, hands trembling.
Nezu's voice was gentle—but sharp beneath the softness.
"Please," he said. "Tell us everything."
They hesitated.
Then the father exhaled.
"We were… wealthy," he began quietly. "Comfortable. Influential."
The mother's eyes filled with tears.
"Our son… Yuga Aoyama… he was such a bright child."
"He loved heroes," the father continued.
"Watched them constantly. Practiced poses in the mirror."
The mother's voice broke.
"He wanted to shine."
Silence filled the room.
"...."
"...."
"But he was quirkless," the father whispered.
They had visited doctors. Specialists. Experimental clinics.
Nothing changed.
No quirk. No miracle.
"We couldn't tell him," the mother said. "He was so excited. So certain he would become a pro hero."
All Might's hands tightened.
"So you searched elsewhere," Nezu said calmly.
The father nodded slowly.
-Nod
"That's when… someone approached us."
The room grew colder.
"A man who said he could grant what nature had denied."
Rudra's eyes sharpened.
"All For One," Aizawa stated flatly.
The parents nodded.
"We didn't know who he truly was," the mother said quickly. "Not at first. He presented himself as a benefactor. A visionary."
"He said quirks could be given," the father added. "Transferred."
"And in return?" Nezu asked softly.
The father swallowed.
"Loyalty."
The mother began to cry quietly.
"He gave our son a quirk," she whispered. "And with it… a chain."
The room fell silent.
"He told us," the father continued, voice shaking,
"if our son ever disobeyed him… if we betrayed him… if we even attempted to speak—"
He couldn't finish.
All Might did it for him.
"He would kill your family."
The father nodded.
"Brutally," he whispered. "Publicly."
Nezu's eyes lost all warmth.
"And so," he said evenly, "you lived under that threat."
"Yes," the mother said. "Every day."
A long silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Finally, Rudra spoke.
"Your son believes this is his burden," he said quietly. "But it began with your desperation."
The parents bowed their heads.
"We were weak," the father admitted.
Nezu leaned back slowly.
"No," he corrected. "You were afraid."
He set the cold tea aside.
"And fear," Nezu said softly, "is the weapon All For One wields best."
The confession was complete.
But the danger—Was far from over.
With Aoyama's parents secured under U.A.'s protection, the next phase began.
It was quiet work.
Careful work.
Inside U.A. High School, new dorm facilities had already been completed—not just for students, but designed discreetly to house families as well.
Reinforced structures. Layered security. Independent access systems.
Now came the delicate part.
Invitations were drafted.
Not optional. Not vague.
Mandatory relocation for the duration of heightened security protocols.
But Nezu understood something crucial:
You don't send a letter to worried parents.
You send people they trust.
The Home Visits
Professors were assigned in pairs.
Not in hero costumes. Not in intimidating formations.
Just teachers.
Teachers explaining that the threat to U.A. was real.
That the Sports Festival would increase visibility.
That enemies did not always attack directly—they targeted the fragile points.
The families.
Shota Aizawa handled conversations with his usual blunt efficiency.
"If you want your child safe," he would say plainly, "this is the safest place."
No sugarcoating.
It worked more often than expected.
All Might approached it differently.
He reassured. He inspired confidence. He spoke of precaution—not panic.
Parents who grew up admiring the Symbol of Peace found it difficult to argue when he personally said:
"We are taking responsibility."
Rudra's visits were quieter.
He didn't talk much about danger.
He talked about preparation.
About how heroes learned to anticipate risk.
About how protecting loved ones was not fear—it was strategy.
And slowly—One by one—
Parents agreed. Some hesitated. Some asked hard questions. Some demanded guarantees.
Nezu had prepared for that.
Legal documentation. Security clearances. Facility tours offered in advance.
Transparency.
Because this time, U.A. was not reacting.
It was preempting. Within days, dorm spaces began filling.
Suitcases rolled through gates.
Parents exchanged nervous glances—but also relief.
They didn't fully know the enemy.
But they understood one thing clearly:
If U.A. was making this move before the Sports Festival—
Something big was coming.
And for once—They were inside the walls before the storm.
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