"So you do remember how to stand up straight," she said. Then, sharper, "Shota—what the fuck happened?"
The question wasn't shouted. It didn't need to be.
Aizawa exhaled through his nose. "We're still investigating—"
"No," she cut in. "You're already past that stage."
She took a step forward, boots clicking against the polished floor.
"I didn't say a word about U.S.J.," she continued. "First encounter. Warp quirk. Unknown variables. Fine."Her gaze hardened. "But after that?"
All Might shifted. "Sayaka, we increased patrols, reinforced—"
She raised a hand, stopping him without looking.
"Countermeasures," she said. "Protocols. Redundancies."Her eyes locked onto Aizawa again. "Don't tell me you didn't plan for this to happen again."
Before he could speak, Nezu interjected calmly.
"We did," the principal said. "Extensively."
Sayaka's attention shifted to him, sharp and immediate.
"The forest training camp location was restricted to essential personnel only," Nezu continued. "No digital records. No external transmissions. Even staff access was compartmentalised."
Sayaka frowned.
"…Then it shouldn't have leaked."
Nezu nodded once. "Exactly."
The room felt colder.
"We are operating under the assumption," Nezu said evenly, "that there is a traitor."
The word landed heavily.
Sayaka's jaw tightened. The energy beneath her skin stirred, a faint bluish-black glow crawling along her knuckles.
"A mole," she said. "Inside U.A. The haven for heroes-in-training."
Aizawa's teeth clicked softly as he looked away.
"…Yeah," he admitted.
Sayaka closed her eyes for a brief second.
When she opened them again, the anger was focused—no longer wild.
"Alright. We will talk about this in detail later. Tell me about how the process of locating him is coming along."
***
Endeavor didn't look up when the door to his office burst open.
He didn't need to.
Only one person still walked into his space like it already belonged to her.
A woman in a visor strode in, steps precise and furious.
"You know the situation," Sayaka said flatly.
Endeavor's pen paused.
"I'm calling in one of the favours you owe me."
She didn't wait for acknowledgement. Didn't wait for refusal.
The door slammed shut behind her.
Endeavor stared at the closed door for a long second.
"…Tch. And people say my temper is bad."
Moments later, the door opened again—this time without force.
Kiyomasa stepped inside.
"…It's been a while," Endeavor said.
Kiyomasa nodded. "Yeah."
Endeavor studied him more closely. The posture was the same. But the calm expression—That was gone.
"It's rare for you," Endeavor said, "to look like you want to strangle somebody."
Kiyomasa gave a humourless smile.
"Can you really blame me?"
Silence stretched.
Then Kiyomasa spoke again.
"I'm not here to ask Enji Todoroki for help."
Endeavor's brow furrowed slightly.
"I'm asking the hero—Endeavor."
The words landed heavier than they should have.
Endeavor understood immediately.
A statement that the man standing before him trusted the symbol more than the father behind it. A quiet acknowledgement that Kiyomasa knew—about the house, the children, the fractures Endeavor pretended were sealed.
Endeavor exhaled slowly.
"…I see."
He wasn't surprised. After all, nothing can escape Kiyomasa's eyes.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes closing briefly.
"Well," he said at last, standing, "I was planning to join the operation anyway."
Flames flickered faintly along his shoulders.
"Can't let my intern stay kidnapped by villains," Endeavor continued, eyes sharp now, resolved. "…Not on my watch."
Kiyomasa bowed his head slightly.
"Thank you."
Endeavor didn't respond.
He was already reaching for his coat.
***
Time- Present
Back in the hospital, the commentator's voice rose with tension.
"It seems Overclock is taking a very active role in this battle. The charged energy on his fist seems to be of a magnitude never seen before. Rumour is that she had charged energy for more than a day. She has now become a walking catastrophe."
Bakugo frowned at the screen. "I feel like I've seen her before."
Haru nodded. "You probably have. She's a retired pro."
Bakugo blinked. "Then why the hell are they making such a big deal out of her?"
Haru kept his eyes on the screen.
"Her quirk is called Charge," he said. "She stores energy in her body. Any part she wants."
Bakugo listened despite himself.
"For a few seconds of charge," Haru continued, "she can dash faster than you can blink. A minute, she hits supersonic speed. An hour—" He paused. "Levelling a city isn't hard."
Bakugo's eyes widened slightly.
"And a day?" he asked.
"Nobody's ever seen that punch."
The screen cut to Overclock moving—vanishing, reappearing in a shockwave that cratered the ground.
"There's backlash," Haru added. "Seconds are easy. Minutes drain stamina. An hour breaks bones." His voice lowered. "A day would kill her."
Bakugo swallowed.
"…So she's insane."
Haru slowly nodded. "In this situation, she's Kamikaze."
On screen, Overclock rushed at All For One, causing the latter to retreat.
'The Canon is completely fucked with her involvement. Didn't I get rescued? Why is she even participating anymore? Does she have some history with AFO?' Haru compared his memories of Canon with this life's memories.
There were two big variables other than him that weren't present in the original story.
His parents.
After his tragic death by the Yakuza, Haru had awakened as a baby in this world. The memories of that time are hazy, but he became fully cognizant around three years ago, the same time as when his quirk emerged.
Having superpowers was nice and was a good way for him to distract himself from his usual depressing thoughts, so for an entire year, he devoted himself to his quirk training.
Be it in the kindergarten, watching anime on TV beside her mother or in the bathroom, Haru obsessively trained his quirk.
One year later, he got good enough control over any tech-related objects, as bypassing security mechanisms with non-deterministic polynomial time became as easy as breathing.
After that he started, he started delving into trying to control human bodies, especially his. He had a goal in his mind.
One more year later, at age 5, Haru was successful in getting good enough control over his body, especially his mind.
It was then, 10 years ago, that Haru had sealed the memories of his previous life. He reasoned that one day, in the far future, he would tell his close friends and family about his reincarnation.
At that time, he didn't want them to feel betrayed that he was somebody else, especially his parents.
Moreover, accepting his new family was difficult for him. It was not his parents. He didn't have any in his previous life. It was his older sister in this life.
Haru couldn't help but compare her to his previous life's sister, which made him unable to accept her as a sister for 2 years after he became conscious. It was unfair for this life's sister, so this finally made him take this decision.
So, for the next 10 years, Haru grew up like a normal kid and made friends normally. Of course, despite the sealing of memories, Haru's personality was still the same, which was carried from his previous life.
Though it had evolved and regressed multiple times over these years, at its core, Haru was still Haru. This was also the reason he didn't feel much different when an entire lifetime of his memories flared in his mind today, when his seal was broken.
What about using his previous life's memories of different anime and all that, to help develop his quirk?
Haru didn't need those.
In this life, anime was far richer than in his previous life.
In fact, crossing in this world felt like he had entered heaven.
Haru now knew what One Piece was.
Berserk had already ended at the hands of its original creator.
Boku no pico... didn't exist in this world.
'I wonder if I should seal my memory again, or not?' Haru hummed before shaking his head.
'Half of Canon is already done. The rest of it is too dangerous, so my meta-knowledge would be useful. Moreover, I could now accept her as my sister, so there's not much value in doing that.'
"What the fuck!?" Katsuki's shout broke Haru out of his thoughts.
He glanced at him before, shifting his attention to the television. There stood All Might, in his deflated form, standing with his arm raised at the sky.
'The battle's already over!? Fuck I missed it.' Haru felt like an idiot. It was the same feeling he had once felt, when he watched a mystery-genre anime for all 11 episodes, and when watching the last episode, he got distracted and missed most of what happened, causing him to rewatch the episode.
The Television briefly showed Overclock. Her right arm was mangled, and multiple fingers of her left hand were broken. Multiple spots of hero-suit were gone due to the battle. Half of her visor was gone, making the part of her face beneath her nose visible to the world.
However, what stood out was a wide grin on her face, as if she had won the lottery.
'Guess, the old hag is still alive. That's good.'
On the screen, All For One started getting escorted into a vehicle. Other heroes are searching for survivors.
The camera shifted back to All Might, whose finger was pointed at the camera.
"Next..."
Everyone's attention shifted to him.
"Next, it's your turn."
A lot of cheers were followed after this, even in the hospital.
'I wonder if Izuku saw this.' Haru glanced at Katsuki.
Beep
The light of the ICU dimmed, causing Haru to get up. He glanced at the door, and a few seconds later, a doctor came out.