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Two Sides, Same Coin

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“WHAT?!” Present Mic all but screamed after reading the documents in his hands.

“This is crazy," Eraserhead said through gritted teeth as he turned to the principal sitting at the end of the meeting table. “I won’t allow it.”

“I agree.” Cementoss joined in as he flipped through the papers. “Many Pro Heroes and Villains have entered Yokohama only to never be heard of again.”

“And might I add, that place ruled by criminals.” Midnight stressed. It was clear she was against the idea as well.

“I understand your concerns.” Principal Nezu said calmly. "But I believe this will be a very valuable opportunity for the students. Justice and crime are two sides of a coin. Our students value justice over anything. As their principal, I am very proud of that. However, we cannot continue to teach them that the world only consists of black and white. Often times there will be a gray zone and they will be the ones to decide whether that gray is good or bad."

The white mouse jumped off his seat, strolling over to the window with his paws behind his back as he watched students doing tracks around the field.

"The appearance of the Hero Killer caused people's hearts to sway. Some of those hearts also belonged to the students. While they understood what the Hero Killer did was wrong, they were able to relate to his reasoning, which is incredibly dangerous. That's why I want them to experience Yokohama."

Principal Nezu turned back to the teachers. With a jump, he hopped onto Aizawa’s chair, then onto the long table. He turned to the projection screen projecting the image of Yokohama.

By the beautiful ocean, a giant dome could be seen, completely encasing over the land and separating the inside world from the outside. The dome reflected the bright blue sky like a mirror. It was impossible to see anything inside.

“Villain activities within Yokohama have been at zero since the history of Quirks began.” The principal looked around the teachers. None of them were surprised by this information. It was only natural. Even if none of them has been taught of Yokohama in school, they eventually learn this truth in their field of work.

After all, an entire city run by criminals…no Heroes could overlook something that big. 

“I want them to witness the crime syndicate in Yokohama and let them decide. Are they justice, or are they evil? If they can hold strong to their beliefs, then nothing will be able to sway them in the future.”

“So this is a test?” Aizawa narrowed his eyes, obviously not keen on the idea. However, he can understand where the principal is coming from. 

If not for the Hero Killer and his ideals, the League of Villains wouldn't be able to gain attention from around the world. People's hearts were swaying and criticism began to fall upon the Heroes. The League of Villains knew that. That was why they kidnapped Bakugo. They believed that with Bakugo’s personality he can become a powerful ally to the Villains. And by turning Bakugo into a villain, U.A will be under heavy attack by the public and society's view on Heroes will drop even further. 

They were only fortunate that Bakugo has a strong sense of justice; otherwise, the League of Villain's plan would have worked. They cannot afford to raise future Heroes that may one day become villains.

“…All Might-san, you’ve been quiet from the beginning.” Ectoplasm said, looking across the table where All Might sat. All the other teachers turned to the former No.1 Hero, wanting to hear his input on this ludicrous idea.

All Might was frowning as he stared at the documents in his hand.

After a long time, he heaved out a small sigh.

“I have been to Yokohama.” He finally spoke, earning surprised looks from all the other teachers. “It fourteen years ago when I learned the truth behind Yokohama. I snuck into that city, aiming to bring down this organization. But what I saw wasn’t anything like I had expected.”

All Might folded his hand on the table, clenching his hands tightly together.

"Instead of being terrorized, the citizens there lived in peace without the fear of Villains. No, to be more precise, the concept of Villains does not exist in their minds. I thought I had gone unnoticed, but it turned out the second I stepped foot within that city, they already had eyes on me. The Port Mafia—that's what the crime syndicate is called—they are formidable opponents. I fought them head-on, but in the end, I was captured."

That caused some of the teachers to suck in a sharp breath. The No.1 hero—especially during his prime—was captured?

“You couldn’t win? Even against Quirkless people?” Present Mic gapped, unable to believe his ears.

It was no secret in the governments and Hero community that not only does Yokohama not have Villains, but the entire population within the city were also Quirkless. It was as if the city itself was absent when Quirks started appearing all over the world. The humans within that city retained the same body structure as their ancestors, having not undergone any form of evolution.

That was why the people of Yokohama were also referred to as Old Humans.

"It is Ability," Nezu answered for All Might. "This knowledge isn't known to many because words were to spread out, it will cause unease. Before the appearance of Quirks, the ability to change into animals, breathe underwater, control fire, telepathy…humans at the time labeled these as supernatural powers—something that exists only in imagination. Nevertheless, there is always a source of where imaginations come from, and that is Ability. Long before the appearance of Quirks, there were already humans possessing extraordinary powers. These people are called Ability users, and Yokohama is home to these people."

The teachers looked among themselves. Clearly, none of them knew of this.

“Principal Nezu.” Midnight said seriously. “What is the difference between Quirks and Ability?”

"Quirks are the evolutional stages of living beings." The white mouse replied. "Through time and generations, these powers grew to become part of us. Likewise, our bodies were born to support our Quirks. However, Abilities are different. These powers were not created through genes. Even I don't know what makes or causes a human to attain these powers. Abilities are simply weapons wield by their users. It's like being born with your arms as a knife compared to holding onto a knife. The former being Quirk and the latter being Ability.”

“Is there a difference between the two?” No.13 inquired.

“Using the knife as example,” Nezu pressed a button and the screen behind him changed, showing a drawing of a human male with his right forearm being a knife. “This would be Quirk. The size of the knife must depend on the structure of the rest of the body in order for the male to maintain balance. The bicep of his knife arm is much more muscular than his regular arm. In his overall body proportion, his right side is a bit wider than the left. This is to support the heavier weight of the metal. And this…”

The image switched again and everyone’s eyes widened at the drawing on the projector. The drawing was the same male drawing. Instead of his arm being a knife, it was a normal human arm. His body structure was perfectly even out compared to the first picture. What shocked them was the knife he was holding. In fact, that can’t be called a knife anymore. The size of the blade was at least four times bigger than the man’s body.

“This is Ability,” Nezu explained. “As you can see, Ability isn’t limited by the user’s physique, as that power is not part of them genetically. That’s why Abilities have far greater potentials compared to Quirks. But that power can also become deadly to the users themselves, as they too can be harmed by their own Abilities if not careful.”

“So if we take President Mic for example,” Snipe gestured to the blond who perked up at being named. “If his Quirk becomes an Ability, does that mean he can be harmed by his own voice?”

“Precisely!” The principal nodded.

Silence filled the meeting rooms as the teachers processed this information. From the principal’s explanation, these Abilities are powerful but come with a heavy cost. The stronger the Ability, the more dangerous for the users. If so, then compared to Quirks that are far more stable, Ability wouldn’t pose too much of a threat.

“However, you mustn’t underestimate them because of that. If anything, that is what makes Ability users even more dangerous.”

“How so?” Present Mic questioned.

"Because they do not fully rely on their Abilities in battle," Nezu replied seriously. "To be precise, it is because their Abilities are double-edged swords that they learn not to completely rely on it. Ability users are all masters in their own crafts. Because their bodies are not born to support their power, they must develop and train themselves to control their powers and what role they play in battle. While Yokohama has zero Villain activity, it does not mean that their world is safe. Contrary, their world is much more dangerous than ours. Just from experiences alone, Ability users that are the same age as our students have already by far surpassed them."

“When I went into Yokohama, I have seen many strange Abilities.” All Might took back hold of the conversation. “Some are similar to the Quirks we have, but there are also some I didn’t even know could exist. One of those Ability users that left quite an impression on me was a young lady. She was very young…around twelve or thirteen. She could summon a creature wielding a sword. She herself was quite skilled in swordsmanship."

“That sounds like it’s similar to Tokoyami’s Quirk.” Present Mic pointed out.

“Yes, but although Dark Shadow have a mind of its own, its actions are still required to be controlled by young Tokoyami. That didn’t seem like the case with the Ability user I fought. Rather than calling them one, they acted more like two separate individuals. The young lady did not seem like she needed to command how that creature should attack. It was as if that creature can act on its own and decide how it should proceed with its attacks. That young lady also did not rely on that creature to aid her in battle. It was like fighting two separate opponents.”

“Was she the reason you were captured?” Midnight asked, extremely curious just how the No.1 Hero got himself caught.

All Might's hands clenched together tightly as he remembered his counter with the Port Mafia. "They have weapons that suppress Quirks." He said after a while. "They infuse it within their weapons, once you get hit or breath in the gas, you won't be able to use your quirks anymore."

“WHAT?!” That scream came from President Mic who momentarily forgot to control his voice.

After the rest of the teachers got over with the ringing in their ears, they immediately started a heated discussion.

“How’s that possible?”

“I’ve never heard of something like that!”

“How do you go against something like that?”

The teachers immediately began to discuss this new piece of information.

"If this information gets leaked, I can't begin to imagine the chaos it will cause," Cementoss said.

"Worst, if these weapons fall into the hands of Villains, it will be the end of Heroes." Snipe added.

“Indeed.” Nezu nodded. “If not for the appearance of Quirks, mankind could have evolved further than where we are now. That stands true for Yokohama. While the society crumbled after the appearance of Quirks, Yokohama continued to develop. They are fully prepared for any outside attacks, hence why no countries or governments were able to control them.”

“Principal Nezu.” Midnight called as the white mouse turned to her. “May I ask how you are able to know all of this?”

“Simple! The same reason why I can plan this field trip!" Nezu beamed. "I had an old friend that got some connection with the boss of Port Mafia. They agreed to allow us into the city, under the condition that we do agree to their terms!"

“I’m against this!” Vlad, who had been quiet for most of the meeting finally spoke up as he slapped the papers against the table. "And to begin with, this field trip only involves Class 1-A! What of Class 1-B?!”

That’s your problem? That was most of the teachers’ thought as they stared at the Blood Hero.

"It is not my intention to play favorites.” Nezu sighed. “Unfortunately, that is one of the conditions from the Port Mafia. Only Class 1-A and two teachers are allowed to enter Yokohama."

“Then all the more reason I can’t let my students go!” Aizawa was even more adamant than before now that he knew his class was specifically targeted.

“The Port Mafia isn’t like the Villains we are used to.” All Might clarified, hoping to calm his colleague. “If we follow their rules, they won’t harm the students.”

“We don’t know that for sure though.” Aizawa gritted out, obviously not convinced. “You said it yourself; they have weapons that can suppress Quirks. We are going into the enemy’s base without any protection or powers to fight back.”

“When I became a Hero, my greatest dream was to put an end to Villains.” All Might said as blue eyes locked onto Aizawa. "I worked all my life to achieve that, but Villains continue to exist and run free from the eyes of the law. It's ironic and shameful how it is those against the laws that were able to achieve it. I must admit, after my visit to Yokohama, my heart was swayed."

"Leave our city, watchdog. There is nothing for you to protect here."

The words of that day echoed in his head even today.

"Port Mafia can maintain their peace because they love their city. It's their territory, so they protect everything within from outside threats. They are not above using underhanded tactics or even murder those that oppose them. Even now I do not know how to judge them. However, I do know one thing. After I've witness Yokohama, I firmed my goal into becoming the Symbol of Peace. I do not approve of Port Mafia, but what I saw in that city—the faces of people smiling without any fear of being attacked by villains—that was my ideal. That is the world I wanted to bring into ours."

The teachers were silent as they stared at All Might. Despite All Might having lost his power, they all felt pressure falling over them just from listening to his speech. The teachers looked among themselves and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Aizawa held All Might’s gaze for a long time before he heaved out a sigh of annoyance. Tired and dry eyes turned to the principal. “This friend of yours, can he vouch for the students’ safety?”

"Yes," Nezu assured him.

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“EEEEEEEH?!”

The students screamed, some of them even jumping up from their seats as they stared at their homeroom teacher, All Might and the principal.

“Yokohama?!”

That Yokohama?!”

“Seriously?!”

“I thought no one can go in there?!”

“Quiet down!” Aizawa ordered with his signature glare as the students all shut their mouths.

“As I was saying…” Principal Nezu continued from where he perched on Eraserhead’s shoulder. "In two weeks, we will be having a week's field trip to Yokohama!"

“Sensei!” Hagakure waved her arm (or uniform sleeve) frantically for attention.

“Yes?” Principal Nezu said.

“Why are we going to Yokohama?”

“Good question, but first, let’s start with what you know about Yokohama!” Nezu pointed a paw at the green-haired student. “Midoriya-kun!”

“Yes!” Midoriya shot out of his seat, standing as straight as a pole upon being called. "After the appearance of Quirks, Yokohama announced independence from Japan. Due to the chaos and panic brought by Quirks, the Japanese government wasn't able to send out enough people to control Yokohama. After they became independent, they used one year to create a barrier around the entire city to isolate them from the rest of the world."

“Correct!” Nezu clapped. Black beady eyes scan over the classroom. “Does anyone know any more things about Yokohama that they would like to add?”

That brought silence among the students because there were no more. What Midoriya gave was the textbook answer. In their history, that was as much as they can get out of Yokohama. Even now, there was never any news about that mysterious, isolated city.

“What we are about to tell you will be strictly confidential," Aizawa said as he held out a stack of paper. “These are agreement forms stating that you will not tell anyone of what you are going to hear. This can affect your future as Heroes. You have the right to choose not to sign, there are no consequences. Those who don't want to sign are required to leave the room. Naturally, that also means you will forfeit the trip to Yokohama."

No one left the room.

Despite not understanding anything, all the students signed the agreement form. Once Aizawa gathered the forms and checked through the signatures, he closed the light, locking the door in the process as Principal Nezu turned on the screen projector. On the wall, the image of a giant dome by the ocean was shown. 

“This is the city of Yokohama.” Nezu introduced. "As Midoriya-kun had said, this city is encased in a barrier. It has been ever since the appearance of Quirks. No one knows what is within the city of Yokohama—that is what the public is made to believe."

Nezu closed the projector as Aizawa opened back the light.

“Sensei, are you saying…” Yaoyorozu gasped in disbelieve, catching on to what that last part meant.

“Indeed.” Nezu nodded. “This is knowledge only Heroes and government officials know about. In truth, Yokohama is a city where Quirks does not exist. Which means their society is made up of Quirkless human beings.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before the class reacted. Aizawa already had his hands over his ears as deafening screams of disbelieve shook the entire classroom.

“H-how’s that possible?!” Midoriya gasped, unable to believe there was an entire city of ordinary people.

"Yokohama isolated themselves after the appearance of Quirks," Aizawa explained. “No one knows what happened within the city that made it Quirkless. Scientists speculated that they were able to make a cure that prevented and even reverted the evolution of Quirks. No one knows how Quirks came to be. Some scientists speculated that it may be that air we breathe contains containing some sort of virus that altered our bodies, which may be why Yokohama created that barrier.”

“Right now, in Yokohama, human lives the life of how it was before the appearances of Quirks. With their bodies having never undergone through any form of evolutions, they are called Old Humans. And within that city of Old Humans, there are no Heroes or Villains.”

The students stared at their teachers, finding a bit hard to take in. After all, they’ve lived their life in a world where Villains always posed a threat to society. Every single day there would be Villain attacks being reported somewhere nearby. That was why they wanted to become Heroes.

To suddenly hear of a place without any Villains was just mind-blowing.

"Instead, they have something much more dangerous," Nezu said seriously. "Throughout history, the governments have sent many agents to investigate Yokohama, including Heroes. Villains that heard rumours of how there were no Heroes within Yokohama also ventured there. In all of our histories, a total of forty-eight agents went into that city. Only two agents stepped out of that city to bring out the information.”

The students paled at that frightening drop of number.

"Of twenty-five Heroes that snuck in, only a handful made it back out," Nezu said solemnly. “And all the Villains that entered that city were never to be heard of again.”

“W-why?” Mineta spluttered, shivering in his seat. “Is that place haunted?”

“It is because Yokohama, since even before the appearance of Quirk, has left the government’s control. That city is currently being governed by the world’s largest criminal syndicate known as the Port Mafia.”

The students were all completely stupefied by the news, not sure how to react. So all along, there was an entire city of criminals in Japan and they knew nothing of it?! Why didn’t the government do anything? Why didn’t the Heroes do anything?

The students were quick to voice out their worries.

"Everyone, I understand your concerns," Nezu said, trying to calm the students down. “As for why the pro Heroes and governments hadn’t done anything…it wasn’t because they haven’t. It’s that they can’t. As I have explained before, Quirks does not exist within Yokohama. But they have something more dangerous than Quirk.”

From there, the principal gave a thorough education on Abilities to the children. The more they hear, the paler their faces became. All childhood fantasies they used to have on the mysterious city shattered and replaced by the dark reality.

By the end of the principal's explanation, the entire class was drowned in deathly silence. The students were all lost in their thoughts as Nezu jumped onto the floor.

“The trip will not be mandatory. Your teacher will provide you with a form later for you and your parents to sign should you wish to attend.”

"Principal," Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "You still haven't answered, why are we going to Yokohama?"

After all, why venture into the enemies' territory?

"You all grew up in a world where Villains are the norm." Principal Nezu said patiently. “Villain activity occurs on a daily bases. The Villains you grew up knowing are not Port Mafia. I want you to see for yourself, the different evils and justices there are in this world, and find the correct path. Think about what kind of world you want to create. That will be all from me!”

With that, the tiny mouse left the classroom, leaving the rest to the two teachers.

“B-but sensei, the principal just said it!” Mineta said frantically. “Only so little people can get out! What if we—”

“I do not know the situation behind those agents’ and Heroes’ deaths.” All Might finally replied. He didn’t sugarcoat or hide the fact that those people were inevitably dead. The Port Mafia wouldn’t keep outsiders within their city. If they are unable to leave, then there was only one fate waiting for them. “I’ve been into Yokohama in the past. We are only able to organize this trip because Principal Nezu knows someone with high status within Yokohama. The Port Mafia boss himself has agreed to allow you inside, as long as you agree to their terms.”

The students looked at him as if he had gone mad. Making a deal with Villains? That is absurd! But then again, this was All Might. Despite how nothing of that made any sense, no one was able to doubt All Might's word.

If All Might said it’s alright, then it’ll be alright.

The discussion ended just like that. All Might left and Aizawa resumed class as usual. But none of the students were able to focus. They were all thinking about that city. They will venture into the Villains’ lairs after all, how could any of them focus on their lessons?

The day felt longer than usual. After class ended, Midoriya was about to leave when Aizawa called him over, telling him that All Might wanted to see him.

He hurried down the hallway, arriving at the staff’s meeting room where All Might was waiting for him. The skeletal blond sat on the couch, in the middle of sipping a cup of tea when his successor entered.

“Young Midoriya.” He greeted as Midoriya gently closed the door behind him.

“All Might.” Midoriya greeted back as he took a seat opposite of All Might.

“The discussion this morning must be shocking.”

“Hm? Well…yeah.” Midoriya admitted, clenching his hands together.

“Young Midoriya. I won't force you, but I do hope you will attend this field trip."

“Why?” Midoriya couldn’t understand All Might or any of the teachers’ reasoning. They are going right into the enemy’s headquarter, not to battle, but to observe? And the only safety guarantees are ground rules laid by said enemies! It was all crazy!

“I know this is hard to accept, young Midoriya." All Might could relate to the boy's inner conflict. He had been there as well. Or rather, to a certain degree, he still found everything hard to accept. If there was one thing he learned in Yokohama, it was that their society consisted of only black and white. But Yokohama is different. Yokohama was a gray zone. The line between justice and crime doesn't exist within that city. That was why it was so important for these students to see and come to a decision with their own eyes.

“All Might, you said you’ve been to Yokohama. What’s it like?”

“…I’m afraid you’ll have to find out for yourself.” All Might replied. “If I tell you, then my opinions may affect yours. I want you to see that place with your own eyes and decide how you feel.”

“How I feel?” Midoriya’s brows furrowed as he tried to understand the meaning behind his Hero’s word.

“You’ll see.” That was the only thing All Might could say as he patted the young lad’s shoulder.

After Midoriya left, All Might lay back against the couch and slowly closed his eyes. Memories of that time were still fresh in his mind. The details were so unbelievable clear despite how many years had passed.

He wondered how that boy was doing now…

Chapter Text

“What is this…?” Yagi Toshinori mumbled as he stared at the people that filled the street.

Feeling something collided against his side, he looked down to see a man dressed in a gray business suit holding a leather bag in one hand and a cell phone in the other. The man stumbled and was about to fall back so blond put a hand on his shoulder to help him steady.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

The businessman looked up at the foreigner in shock, obviously having never met anyone as big and muscular as him before. Giving the huge man an apology, he hurried away while resuming his conversation on the phone.

A group of girls in school uniforms passed by, chatting about a new pastry store that just opened down the street.

A family of three crossed the street, the child was sitting on the father's shoulder while the mother pushed along a toy wagon. The two adults were laughing along with whatever the child was chattering.

This was not what he had expected when he infiltrated the infamous criminal city.

Toshinori gazed up at the five black buildings that towered over the rest, stretching towards the sky like iron pillars.

At the very least, he wasn't expecting the city to be so well-kept and modernize. He had imagined a city where civilians lived in constant terror of the criminals that ruled over them. He had imagined bad guys running around freely in an extremely run-down town, attacking people just for entertainment.

Never had he expected everything to be so…normal.

This was just like an ordinary, everyday city he had been to. 

No—Toshinori paused as he looked around. There was something different about this place than the outside world. Something was lacking, but what?

After going into a deep thought…realization finally slapped him in the face.

"I'm standing out!" He gasped, somehow managing to keep his outburst to a strained whisper as he stared at the people around him. In a city of Old Humans who were all frail and small looking, he was sticking out like a sore thumb! On top of that, since he had expected to jump into battle the moment he infiltrated the city, he was in his muscle form, making him bulkier than normal! 

Toshinori slumped shoulders as if that would make him look smaller as he headed for the nearest clothing store. Perhaps he could at least find something to cover himself and make him stand out less. 

Alas, Toshinori soon discovered the harsh reality as he dragged his feet out the department store. Apparently, Yokohama's currency was very different than the rest of Japan.

Of course it would be! Why wouldn’t it?!

Shiiiit! He cried out in English, earning funny looks from the people around him. However, Toshinori could hardly care about other people’s gazes right now as he tried to figure out what to do.

There’s no way he could go into a bank, that would give him away...

“If you’re looking for a bank, it’s over there.” A voice spoke up.

Toshinori looked around but didn't see anyone.

“Down here.” The voice called again.

Toshinori lowered his gaze until he saw a young boy with raven black hair, sucking on a lollipop as he "looked" up at him. Actually, the blond wasn't certain if the boy was looking at him or not, as he couldn't tell if those eyes were even open.

“Hello there, young man!” He greeted with his trademark smile. He crouched down, trying to get as low as he can so the child wouldn't be intimidated by his size. The boy was very young…twelve perhaps?

The kid rolled the lollipop around his tongue as he regarded the No.1 Hero.

“…You’re not good at this undercover thing are you, mister?”

“What?!” Toshinori spluttered, jumping back in shock. “W-what makes you think that, lad?”

“Well, for one, you’re a foreigner.” The boy stated flatly, pointing out the obvious. “We don’t have a lot of you guys around here.”

“N-nonsense! I just—”

“I won’t tell anyone.” The boy said, cutting off the adult’s frantic explanation. He pulled his lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and used it to point at a building across the street. “You can exchange your money at that bank.”

Toshinori instantly calmed as he stared at the child. “What do you mean, boy?”

“How do you think we get money when we leave Yokohama? Of course the bank offers currency exchange.”

“You can leave the city?!” Toshinori couldn't help but exclaim.

“Yeah.” The boy responded as if it was the most obvious thing. "Did you think we were shut in here and can't get out?”

“Wait!” Toshinori held out a hand, needing some time to sort out this new piece of information. The people here can leave? Why has he never heard of it?

“Can you tell me more about Yokohama, boy?”

“Sure.” The boy chirped, stuffing the lollipop back into his mouth as his lips stretched apart in a Cheshire cat smile.

Half an hour later, Toshinori sat on a wooden bench in a park. The boy was beside him, licking on a three scoop ice cream cone with three large bags of snacks beside him.

“Thanks, mister!" The boy sang cheerfully as he swung his legs back and forth. Toshinori looked down at his flattened wallet, then to the kid.

When did children become so frightening? 

"Hey, mister! Open this for me!" The boy called, waving a can of juice to get his attention.

“Of course.” Toshinori smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. At least he now has useable cash.

He popped open the can and handed it back to the boy. The boy grinned as he reached out to take the juice. The moment Toshinori let go, the can slipped from the child's small hand and fell onto the man’s lap.

"Ah!" The boy cried, snatching the can before it could bounce off and hit the ground. Since he caught it upside down, the juice was still pouring onto a certain hero's pant.

“…”

"Oh no…" The boy frowned, shaking the now empty can and looking at it sadly.

“Do you want me to buy you a new one?” Toshinori offered, pulling out a pink flower-print handkerchief to dap the wet spot on his pants.

“Nope!” The boy replied as he tossed the empty juice can into the trash bin beside them. "So, what do ya wanna know?” He sang, his mood suddenly doing a hundred and eighty. The mourning for his juice went by so fast that Toshinori almost couldn’t react.

“Do you know anything about Ability users?” The blond asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if such a young child would know anything, but any information was helpful at this point.

“Nothing much.” The boy hummed. "It's pretty much just like your Quirks, though some of them need conditions to activate.”

"You seemed to know a lot of Quirks." Toshinori noticed. "Have you been outside Yokohama before?"

"Nope, it's broadcasted all the time on TV."

TV?!” Just like that, his vision of Yokohama was shattered once more. "You have TV?! No! You have outside channels?!"

"Of course, we aren't cavemen. We get channels from all over the world." The boy seemed amused by the adult’s reaction. “Like that America’s Tunneling Hero from three days ago. It was obvious a Villain would get to him sooner or later. He put too much trust on his sensor Quirk.”

Toshinori stiffened as he listened to this boy talking so casually about a fallen Hero. He finally realized what was wrong with this city compare to the outside.

The people here were living without knowing the fear of Villains. Even this boy, he watched a live broadcast of a Villain beating a Hero and treated it like some action movie. They could not understand the terror and unease people felt when a Villain defeated a Hero and ran free. 

To them, the dangers of the outside world don’t affect them.

And that was where Yoshinori finally realized another major difference between this city and the rest of the world.

It was too quiet.

Distracted by the sight of the city, Toshinori had failed to notice something so obvious.  He entered Yokohama for half a day now, yet he hadn't heard a single cry for help.

It was something he never even thought was possible. Even after he was ranked as the No.1 Hero, crime still existed everywhere. He could go to the convenience store and come back with three freshly caught Villains.

Yet here in Yokohama, there wasn't the slightest bit of disturbance anywhere.

And more importantly…

“Wait! If you got channels, then that means…!!”

“Yep.” The boy snickered as he dug around his bags of treats. "Your identity is as clear as day, No.1 Hero, All Might."

For the next ten minutes, the people of Yokohama were able to witness an amazing sight in a local park.

A gigantic blond man was all curled up on a wooden bench. He had his knees pulled against his chest with his face buried within his hand. Beside him sat a tiny boy who was completely covered by the giant's shadow. He was munching on a freshly baked Taiyaki without a care in the world.

"Mommy, what's that?" A little girl asked, pointing at the curled up giant.

“Oh my,” The mother had a hand on her cheek, tilting her head as she looked at the quivering man her daughter was pointing at. “That is a Hikikomori, sweetie.”

"What's that?" The girl blinked in curiosity.

“Hikikomori are adults who are afraid of being outside.”

"Why?" The girl looked even more confused now. "Is there something scary here?"

"Of course not!" The mother said as she took her daughter’s hand. “That’s why you mustn’t grow up to become one of them.”

“Is it bad to be them?”

“Of course, darling.” The mother smiles brightly and spoke the cruel words with a sugary voice. "If you become someone so useless and unnecessary to society, mommy and daddy will be really sad.”

"I won't make mommy and daddy sad! I won’t be a Hi…Hikikomori!”

“Good girl!”

The mother and daughter left the park hand in hand. If that woman had the Ability or Quirk to make her words take physical shape, they would no doubt be arrows stabbing into the so-called Hikikomori.

The raven-haired boy turned to the useless and unnecessary No.1 Hero currently being worshipped around the globe. The man had stopped shaking from embarrassment and became painfully still. Slowly and robotically, he uncurled himself. His right foot touched the ground first, followed by his left.

They sat there in silence for a long moment until the man coughed into his hand as if that would help with the awkwardness.

“S-so young man, you said that some Ability needs, uh, condition?” The Hero asked, going back into their previous topic.

“Correct!” The boy beamed as if he had been waiting for the man to ask him that. Thank goodness the kid didn't mention anything of what just happened, or Toshinori might really die from embarrassment.

“Like my Ability for example!”

Ocean blue eyes widened as the American watched the boy took out a pair of glasses.

Did he hear right?

Did the boy said he was one of those Ability users?

“When I put on these glasses, I can activate my Ability, Ultra-Deduction!”

“Ultra-Deduction?” Toshinori parroted.

“Yep! My Ability will let me see the truth behind every mystery! One glance at a person and I'll know everything about them there is to know!”

Toshinori swallowed as he watched the boy puts on his glasses.

“Ability: Ultra-Deduction!”

“…”

The man waited and waited, but nothing seemed different.

“Hmm, so that’s how it is~” The boy smirked as he adjusted his glasses. And then, those eyelids peeled open, revealing bright emerald eyes sharply staring into the older man's blue ones.

Toshinori’s breath hitched the moment he saw those eyes. 

Those were not the eyes children should have. There was no childish innocence or curiosity anywhere within those emerald orbs. The moment Toshinori stared into those eyes, he felt as if all his secrets were exposed to this boy. As if the boy could just see through him with a simple glance like he claimed he could.

“Say Mister…which generation are you of inheriting that power?”

“…!” Toshinori shot out of his seat in shock. His heart hammered heavily within his ribcage as he stared at the boy in disbelieve.

“Your powers are way too strong. If it was an Ability, it wouldn’t be surprising, but yours is a Quirk, and Quirk’s powers are limited by the body of the user." The boy explained, waving his finger around in the air. "From the abnormal strength of your power, there can only be one conclusion."

Then, his finger pointed to the man.

"Your power is the type that grows every time it gets transfer to the next host. In other words, it can stack up the power of its host. Which means you must be the seventh," green eyes narrowed, "no, eighth generation."

A large droplet of sweat rolled down Toshinori’s head.

What is this kid?

Was that really all just from his Ability?

If that was his Ability, then just how strong was this boy's power? If the world was to know the existence of this kind of power, Toshinori was certain both Villains and Governments will do anything to get a hold of this boy, even if it means breaking into this city and confronting the Port Mafia.

“Since you bought me snacks, I’ll give you a warning, mister!” The boy said before his face became serious. “You should go back.”

Toshinori stared at the child, still unable to recover from the shock.

"This place isn't suitable for people like you." Green eyes darted downward, then back up to meet the American's. He mouthed out the last part, They know you’re here.

With that, the boy took off his glasses, carefully tucking it into his pocket before grabbing the remainder of his snacks.

“Bye, bye, mister! See you later!”

With that, he scurried away, leaving a completely frozen man standing alone in the park.

Toshinori stood there for a long time. Then, as if nothing had happened, the blond giant strolled out of the park.

He searched around the area before finding a hotel and booked a night there.

The hotel wasn't a particularly big one. It was only seven stories tall and the staff arranged him a room on the top floor. Coincidentally, that room was also on the side with the perfect view of Port Mafia's headquarters.

The first thing Toshinori did after going into his room was to shut himself in the bathroom. He looked around, checking for any surveillances. When the room was all clear, Toshinori looked down at his pants. 

He slowly reached into one of the pockets on the side of his leg. The fabric there was still damp from the juice. He felt around until his finger brushed by a cubic object. Carefully, he pulled that thing out and brought it up to his eyes.

It was a tiny black box-like device. It didn't look anything like the kind the Hero was familiar with, but there's no doubt that this was a tracking device. 

“Since when?” Toshinori gritted his teeth, unable to believe that he was this careless. When did they start watching him? How long had they been watching him?

Toshinori thought back to when that child dropped his juice. That wasn't an accident. That boy knew there was a listening device on him. He knew and pretended to spill his juice to jam it so that whoever was on the other side wouldn't overhear them.

How could this be?

The only thing Toshinori could think of right now was the boy. Was he safe? If these criminals realized the boy had helped him, will he be targeted?

Toshinori crushed the device in his hand, grinding it into dust. He walked out of the bathroom, gazing out the window and to those five black buildings looming over him.  

“Calm down…” Toshinori told himself repeatedly.

That child was safe. He was far more intelligent than even most adults. Even so, his safety will only be temporary. The enemy’s eyes may be on him right now, but…

If he lets it drag on, then we might change target—is what he’ll think.

The enemy might grow impatient and turn their eyes to the boy. To ensure that boy's safety, there was only one thing Toshinori can do…

So his only option will be to confront us.

He will find the Port Mafia before they find the boy.

Will he charge into the Headquarter?

No.

Toshinori thought of charging into the Port Mafia base, but that will be too risky. First, he has no idea if there are any innocent people in there. Second, if he pushed the Port Mafia to the corner, there was no telling what they will do. At any given time, this entire city could become hostage used against him.

He has too little information, but he couldn’t afford to wait until he’s prepared like he originally planned. If he doesn't act, the Port Mafia might go after that boy and he won't let that happen.

The blond turned and looked around the table before finding a map within the stack of advertisements and coupons.

He will use the map.

 

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On the highest floor of the Port Mafia headquarters, a young boy wrapped in bandages stood by the window, staring at the hotel below them.

A man quietly stood behind him, dutifully waiting for orders with his hands folded behind his back. His raven hair mixed with gray ones were swept back over his head. He wore a monocle over his right eye, secured by a gold chain.

He observed the child he had been assigned to. While he was unable to understand his boss's decision, he didn't question his orders. He treated this child like any other commanding officers, disregarding the fact that the boy was just eight years old.

In Yokohama, age is irrelevant as long as the individual has the talent.

“Tell the tails to let the target notice them.” The boy ordered. “Don’t make it too obvious.”

“Yes.” The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a black flip phone and began typing the new order to his subordinates.

“Say, Hirotsu-san…” The boy looked over his shoulder as those dull eyes stared at the tall man behind him. “Do you know what the biggest difference between Heroes and Villains is?"

“I do not," Hirotsu replied.

If the people of the outside world were to be asked that question, they could probably write up a whole book to define the differences between Heroes and Villains.

The best example they will use would be to talk about how evil and justice were like two sides of a coin. These are two sides that can never meet face to face. If one looks up, the other must look down. However, to the Port Mafia, they may be two sides of a coin, but in the end they were still the same coin.

“Villains devise plans and Heroes break their plans. A good Villain need to have a good brain, but Hero doesn’t need that. What they need is the power to overcome obstacles. As long as they are strong, they can overcome anything.” The child muttered, sounding extremely bored with that kind of concept.

“There are three fundamentals for Heroes and Villains. For Heroes, it’s to rescue, protect and defeat. For Villains, it's to destroy, kill and take. Evil does evil for the sake of evil; justice does justice for the sake of justice. It's a very simplistic world outside."

Hirotsu didn't say anything. He stood there quietly when a buzzing sound followed by strong vibrations came from his pocket. He pulled out his phone again and looked down at the caller ID. With the phone centered in his palm, he bowed and presented it to the child.

The boy didn’t even look at the phone as he took it and put it against his ear.

“Mori-san.” He greeted the person on the other side without a beat.

“Dazai-kun.” Came the voice on the other end. “How are the preparations for our guest?”

“All according to plan.” Was the short and simple answer.

“Excellent. I will be expecting him in my office at eight o’clock tomorrow.”  

With that, the person on the other side hung up. The child handed the phone back to Hirotsu and gazed up at the crimson sky that was painted by the setting sun. 

“Hirotsu-san, I believe we have two new additions that came in last month. Bring them with you.”

Hirotsu furrowed his brows, needing a couple of seconds before he remembered which two the boy was referring to.

“They have just begun their training period and are still new to the organization. We have far more experienced members with suitable Abilities that can—”

“No need.” Dazai coldly cut the older man off. He turned away from the window, giving one last look to the hotel before taking his leave.

“Those two are more than enough.”

 

Chapter Text

When midnight fell over the city, a huge blond man wearing blue, yellow and red spandex could be seen walking down the quiet street.

Toshinori—no, he was All Might now. The No.1 Hero looked at the windows that were lit up around him.

He had never experienced such a quiet night in a populated place before. While this was what he has been fighting for all this time, actually experiencing was something else. Hearing some noises, All Might brought his eyes back down to see an elderly couple walking by. The old lady was using a walker while the old man was using a cane. All Might stepped aside, turning his body so that his large frame wouldn't block their path.

The two elders thanked him with warm smiles on their faces. All Might smiled back. He watched two go, feeling a bit uneasy. He felt a sense of responsibility to escort them home. After all, night time was never dangerous, especially with Villains lurking in the shadows.

All Might had to remind himself that this wasn't the outside world. Just one look and he could tell these two elder couples must come out for a nighttime stroll a lot. There wasn't a single fear or wariness on their faces.

All Might looked around the buildings that were filled with people resting in their homes.

He needed to get away from the residential area.

All Might sucked in a deep breath.

It was time.

Gathering power into his legs, he darted swiftly into a nearby alley.

He ran through the maze of the city, having memorized every single road as he headed for his destination. He made sure to keep his pace slow, just so his pursuers can catch up.

He eventually came out into a wide street filled with factories on both sides.

He ran until he found the place he was looking for.

With a huge leap, he soared into the air and landed at the center of a construction zone. The entire place had been sealed off to prevent people from coming near.  

All Might took a deep breath before he shouted, “I know you’re there!”

His voice echoed into the quiet night.

His enemies didn’t keep him waiting.

A loud buzzing sound vibrating the air as helicopters flew out from behind buildings. They covered the night sky; each helicopter was armed with a machine gun with a shooter already in position. Strong headlight shot down from the helicopters, lighting the entire construction ground as men in black suits appeared. They swiftly surrounded the premise, armed with assault rifles with the muzzles aimed at their target.

All Might watched as the men in black suits parted before him, revealing a man in his forties dressed in long black coat and brown scarf.

“Greetings.” The man greeted, walking forward with his hands behind his back. “My name is Hirotsu Ryuurou, Commander of Port Mafia’s assassination team—the Black Lizard.”

All Might didn’t move. He just continued to stare at the man, watching for any move he might make. With his lack of knowledge in Abilities, the Hero had to be extra careful to all of his surroundings.

“It is not every day we get an honorable guest like yourself visiting our humble city. My apologies for being unable to present you with better a welcoming party.”

“I think you got together a grand party already.” All Might replied.

The man raised his hand. With a snap of his fingers, two silhouettes emerged from behind him.

All Might’s smile nearly broke at the sight of two children—a girl and a boy. The red-haired girl looked to be another twelve years old while the brown-haired boy appeared older, but a child nonetheless.

“Allow me to introduce, they are Kouyou and Kajii, our Port Mafia’s latest addition. They will be your opponents for tonight.”

“YOU—! Toshinori gritted out, eyes burning with rage but the two children had already sprung into action.

“Ability: Golden Demon!" The girl called out, drawing a katana as a crimson woman appeared behind her, wielding a similar blade.

“YAHOOO!!” The boy cheered as he threw out a bunch of lemons—no, those weren’t lemons!

Gathering power into his legs, Toshinori leaped into the sky. The Hero held back most of his strength so that he wouldn’t get too close to those helicopters circling the sky. The moment those lemons scattered over the ground where he once stood, they exploded.

Dirt was blasted all over the air as dark smoke created by the explosions covered the construction site.

All Might landed back onto his feet and looked around the smoke obscuring his vision. His clenched his fists in anger. To think the Port Mafia will go as far as using such young children against him in a fight!

He looked around cautiously. He knew these children were just a distraction. The Port Mafia had counted on the fact that he wouldn’t be able to hurt them. While these children drew his attention away, the real enemy must be hiding somewhere, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Sensing something coming at him from behind, All Might jumped to the side as a katana thrust by him, missing him by half a meter. The little lady clutching onto the katana didn’t falter. Instead, she flipped her blade around and instantly changed the course of her attack. When All Might dodged that as well, she jumped back and vanished into the smokescreen.

All Might frowned, unable to keep his smile just from what he saw. Had he not dodged, the girl’s blade would have pierced his heart the first time, and split open his throat the second time. Every move the girl made was to take his life. There was absolutely no hesitation in her movement.

And what’s more, the moment All Might met the girl’s gaze, he saw intense bloodlust spilling from those ruby red eyes…

As much as All Might didn’t want to think about it, this girl was used to battle. Or rather, she was used to killing. His right hand curled into a tight fist.

“Texas Smash!”

He punched the air, the power of his fist created a strong gust of wind and blasted the smoke away.

“Hya!” The red-haired girl screamed as she was blown back, but thankfully the creature she made caught her protectively within its arms.

All Might had purposely lowered his power. He didn't want to risk harming the girl, and if he used any more strength he was also wary of those helicopters over his head. He hadn’t thought they would bring out helicopters…this was bad.

The No.1 Hero wasn't worried about the guns on the helicopters. What made him worried were just them being there. From the map and what he saw on his way here, this place is filled with power plants and warehouses for dangerous chemicals. If he accidentally knocked one of these helicopters down from the sky and hit one of these warehouses, it might cause explosions. He couldn't risk that, not when he has no idea if there were any civilians around. That was the whole purpose of leading these people here, so innocent people wouldn't get involved.

“Golden Demon, eliminate him!”

All Might swiftly leaped back and dodged the creature that had appeared over his head and slashed its sword at him. He didn’t know what will happen to the girl if he destroyed this creature.

Will she suffer the same damage as her creature?

Will she receive any backlash if this creature was to disappear?

With those thoughts in mind, All Might once more has to control his strength. His first lightly collided into the creature’s gut, sending it hurling backward. Blue eyes instantly shifted to the girl who didn’t seem to feel anything as she rushed towards him with her sword.

Not connected then, that makes things easier.

On the sideline of the battle, Hiroshi observed the way the Pro Hero so carefully fought with Kouyou.

“Truly frightening…” He mumbled with a hint of awe in his voice.

Everything was going according to how the boy said it would. Right from the start, the Hero was fighting while holding back his strengths. He didn’t even realize the changes his body was already going through. Perhaps even now, he was still waiting for his real opponents to show up.

The No.1 Hero on the Hero Billboard Chart…such a pity.

Hirotsu pulled out a golden pocket watch, taking a glimpse of the time and raised a hand.

The men surrounding the perimeter raised their guns and took aim at their target. 

All Might who had kept a close eye to these men naturally didn’t miss this. His eyes widened as he watched the man, Ryuurou Hirotsu, brought his hand down. Sounds of gunfire shook the ground as bullets pierced through the air, coming right at the Hero and the young girl.

All Might quickly grabbed the girl, dislodging her katana and ducked behind a stack of steel beams. It was at that moment that searing hot pain blossomed from his abdomen. He looked down to see a dagger halfway buried into his flesh. On the end of the dagger's hilt was a pair of small hands, shaking as they tried to push the blade through the hard muscles.

“Stop, you don’t have to do this.” All Might tried to calm the girl down with one hand holding the blade of the dagger, preventing the girl from pushing any deeper. He smiled, trying to show the child how he meant no harm.

However, when the girl saw his smile, she only smirked. She let go of the hilt and jumped back.

“NO!” All Might shouted. Ignoring the blade half stuck inside him, he darted forward, reaching for the girl who was falling towards the rain of bullets.

“Golden Demon!” The crimson creature appeared, materializing behind the girl as it unsheathed its sword and swung it down towards him.

All Might held up an arm over his head. He tightened his muscles as searing hot pain shot up his arm. He bit down and endured it, sacrificing his arm to block the blade so that his other arm could reach out for the girl.

But despite all that, the girl was falling further and further away from her. No matter how hard All Might tried, he couldn’t reach her.

Why?

All Might’s mind almost went blank as he stared at his quivering hand that was so far from the girl.

Something was wrong.

He should be able to move faster.

He should be able to reach her.

So why?

Why was that girl still so far away?

Why wasn’t he reaching her already?”

AAAAH!” All Might roared, as if by doing so he'll miraculously gain the energy he needed to propel himself forward and reach the girl.

The girl looked back at him, that condescending smirk still on her face. There wasn't the slightest bit of fear on her face at the concept of death. With a flip in the air, she landed gracefully out in the opening.

The air instantly became silent.

It was as if the thundering sound of bullets a split second ago was nothing but a dream.

All Might was dumbfounded by the sudden change. He didn’t even realize when the girl’s summon creature had disappeared, leaving only a deep cut in his arm. The girl turned around, throwing him one last smirk before she darted away.

“HEY OLD MAN!!” A voice echoed from the sky as a dark shadow cast over the man.

All Might looked up in surprise. Through the bright light shining down from the helicopters, he saw a figure dropping towards him at a dangerous pace.

It was that boy!

“Which one do you believe?!” The child shouted with a gleeful look on his face. “When you die, do you see God, or does God not exist at all?!"

And then, All Might watched in horror as lemon-like grenades poured down from the helicopters.

“WHY DON’T WE FIND OUT TOGETHER?! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Bastards!” All Might cursed the Port Mafia from the bottom of his heart. He gathered strength into his legs and leaped into the air.

He had wanted to snatch the boy and fly away from this construction zone, away from these helicopters, away from Port Mafia…but reality was he didn’t. He had used all of his strength, but he only just barely reached the boy. He wrapped his arms around the boy, watching in surprise as the muscles in his arms began to thin down.

His Quirk has deactivated!

The sound of explosions pierced his eardrums as heat scorched his body. He held the boy tightly in his arms, using his body to shield him even as he hit the ground with grenades raining over him. Pain blossomed from all over his body. All Might couldn’t even think, all he knew was the scorching pain, yet despite all that he held the boy under him, desperately trying to keep him safe.

He didn’t know how long the explosions lasted for.

It could be seconds.

It could be minutes.

It could be hours.

By the time it ended, All Might was laying on the ground. His hero costume was pretty much destroyed with the blackened flesh underneath still sizzling. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, weakly opening an eye to see the boy he had protected crawling out from beneath him and tossing his battered hand away.

“Kehahahaha, just kidding~” The boy, completely unharmed even down to his cloth, laughed at the Hero’s stupidity. "My Ability, Lemon Bomb, is to not take any damages from any lemon-shaped bombs! Lemons! They are wonderful, don’t you think?! KUAHAHAHA!!

All Might’s lips tremble, but he couldn’t speak. His vocal core must have been destroyed…or perhaps it was his lungs…he couldn’t tell anymore.

"I made those bombs myself!" The boy boasted, not caring if the charred man on the ground could hear him or not. "I even added that special gas that you Quirk users loved so much!”

Gas?

“…but to think that would lower the explosiveness…I must—…refine…da…”

All Might could no longer hear the rest of the boy’s words. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat steadily getting slower and slower. His visions were slowly being consumed by black spots, like insects chewing away a film. The immense heat that was burning his body away began turning into bitter coldness. Every passing second, All Might could feel his life leaking from his body and pooling beneath him.

Was this how he will end? No, he can’t.

He hasn't defeated All for One yet.

He hasn't found a successor for One for All either.

He can’t let it end like this.

Damn it.

Damn it all…

 

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Toshinori never expected to open his eyes again. He hadn't even expected that he could still be alive with that kind of injuries. Yet here he was, alive and well, without a single scratch on his body.

The pain and suffering felt like a dream. Nothing of this feels real at all. If anything, the whole trip to Yokohama felt like a dream, if not for the fact that he currently seated on a chair in the center of a dark room. The only light source in the room was the strange cubical energy surrounding his hands and feet.

Toshinori tried to move, but he couldn’t budge an inch. His hands were tightly secured against the armrest and his feet to the floor. Whatever these yellowish lights are, Toshinori found himself powerless against it. Someone was standing behind him, but all Toshinori could see of that person were the gloved hands hovering beside him, emitting the same light as these shackles holding him down.

This must be an Ability user.

Toshinori couldn’t tell if his Quirk was still working properly, but these things binding him were strong. He has a sinking feeling that even with One for All, he still won’t be able to break through these confinements.

“Exactly eight o’clock.” A voice spoke from across the room.

Toshinori looked up to see a man sitting behind a wooden desk. He was mostly hidden within the shadows, Toshinori knew this must be the Port Mafia’s Boss. This man was giving off a dangerous aura so similar to All for One that it made his stomach lurch.

“I have been waiting for you, eighth holder of One for All.”

Toshinori’s eyes widened with a sharp intake of breath.

How…?

“Randou-kun, leave us. I would like to have a talk with him.”

“Yes, boss.” A voice spoke from behind him, confirming that the man before him was indeed the boss.

The light around his hands and feet vanished as those gloved hands disappeared out of Toshinori’s sight. Despite being freed, Toshinori sat still. He knew he couldn’t move recklessly. Not without confirming whether or not his Quirk was working properly again.

Just from the power of that Ability user holding him down, he knew he was outmatched. The Mafia Boss himself must also be an Ability user as well. He had to act carefully if he wants to leave this place in one piece.

It was only when the sound of the door closing could be heard that Toshinori gave the Mafia Don his full attention.

"I can see you have questions to ask." The man hummed, folding his white-gloved hands over his desk.

“How do you know about One for All?” Toshinori demanded while testing out his body’s function. Everything felt normal.

“You One for All successors seemed to make it your business to come into our city every generation.” The man sighed as if it was something extremely troubling for him. “If we do not allow you into our city, you will start wrecking our barrier, that’s why I decided to invite you in.”

“Invite…?” Toshinori tried to think back to how he had entered the city. It was that crack in the barrier underwater that he…

“That crack in the barrier was made by you!” It wasn’t a question, because the moment Toshinori spoke out loud, he knew he was right.

From the very beginning, it was a trap!

When looking for a way into the city, Toshinori did tons of researches. He looked through the barrier’s history, ran a marathon around the city, dive underwater and even tried digging underground nonstop for three days, just to see where the barrier would end.

In the end, he came to the same conclusion that all those that had researched the barrier came to.

The barrier protecting Yokohama is spherical. Which means—there was no opening.

With that fact confirmed, Toshinori decided to go with Plan B, which is to break the barrier down with pure force! However, he had to do it in a place where the people in the city wouldn’t be alarmed, and the best place for that would be in the water.

He bought a full set of diving gears and a year's worth of oxygen tanks. He swam around the barrier. Due to not being able to see what's on the other side, he had to be cautious. There was no telling when the enemy may spot him.

It took him a full week of living with the fishes until he found a small, barely noticeable crack in the barrier. Knowing this was the breakthrough he needed, he quickly began to work. He started pounding on the barrier carefully with his fist. He didn’t dare to do it too hard, fearing it might alarm the Port Mafia or worst—create a tsunami. 

After two days of nonstop pounding, Toshinori finally made a hole big enough for his body to squeeze through.

Never did he suspect that crack would be a trap. It was too small and too unnoticeable that he brushed off the possibility. But if he thought of it from another angle, that was what made that crack the perfect bait for intruders. Usually, baits should be something more noticeable. Otherwise, how else would the enemies notice? But these people did the opposite.

They made it nearly impossible to find so that only those looking for a way in would find eventually come across it.

“The last One for All successor that came into our city was twenty-seven years ago. I believe she was the seventh. I’m sure you are familiar with her.” Even from the shadows, Toshinori could see the grin on the Mafia boss’s face.

His teacher had come to Yokohama?

Why hadn’t he ever heard of it?

“Tell me, what is it that you seek within our city?” The Port Mafia boss asked as he slowly stood up. “Did you come to stop crimes? Did you come to save innocent civilians? Or perhaps you have come to take down the Port Mafia and free Yokohama to the outside world?”

Toshinori didn’t speak. He just continued to glare at the man.

"All you Heroes are like that. You come into our home, intrude on us with your beliefs without bothering to understand the circumstances of this city. The Port Mafia is what's been maintaining order within Yokohama. What do you think will happen to this city if we are gone?"

“Maintaining order?” Toshinori narrowed his eyes. “Forcing children to fight is also a way to maintain order?”

The Boss of the Mafia chuckled as if finding his anger amusing.

“You heroes never fail to amuse me.” He hummed. “Despite all the Villain activities going on in your world, you’re still so naïve and ignorant. Your belief in your so-called justice is so strong that you only see things in black and white. As result, you became incapable of seeing colours.”

“How many people did those children killed?”

“Hm?” The Mafia boss turned to him as if he didn't hear his question properly. 

“How many did you make them kill?”

“Well now…do you remember how many ants you stepped on when going outside?” The Mafia boss questioned back. It was then that Toshinori saw those dull red eyes, staring at him coldly without a fraction of emotion.

Anger rushed through his veins as the No.1 Hero flew out of his seat. His Quirk activated, his body buffed up and his fist pulled back. In an instant, he was in front of the man, about to smash his fist into the other's head when suddenly, One for All deactivated.

Toshinori halted in his track.

The deactivation of his Quirk was one reason, but the second was the feeling of a cold sharp tip resting at the center of his throat. His breath hitched. He couldn't even swallow, as the pointed object was positioned just below his Adam's apple. The American didn't know what weapon was nipping his throat, but the Mafia Boss before him was emitting a pressuring aura as he gazed at the Hero with a light smile on his face.

“Sit back down.” It wasn’t a request, but a command. “Showing violence in front of a child wouldn’t be very heroic now would it?”

Child?

Toshinori slowly backed away and lowered his fist. The Mafia boss retracted his hand, and it was then that Toshinori finally saw the weapon the man had used.

It was a surgery knife.

Never in his entire Hero career has he ever seen or heard of anyone using these as weapons. Even with his trained eyesight, he couldn’t see when the Mafia Boss had pulled out his weapon. The only thing that even alerted him of danger was that flicker of silver before the blade kissed his skin.

Toshinori stepped back, only to feel something tugging against his right leg. Cautiously, while keeping his senses on the enemy, Toshinori spared a glance and was shock by what he saw.

A small and frail little kid was gripping onto his leg with those tiny quivering hands. Toshinori couldn’t see the child’s face as from his angle he could only see that mass of messy raven locks. However, from the way the boy was trembling and how he was covered in bandages, Toshinori instantly stood in front of the child, shielding him from the eyes of the Port Mafia Boss.

He didn’t know why a boy like this was here, but he has no doubt this was another one of this man’s trick.

The Mafia boss broke into laughter at the sight.

Toshinori’s hands rolling into fists as he tried to activate his Quirk again, but still nothing. What exactly was going on?

“I am finding the fact that the outside world still hasn’t been taken over by Villain very peculiar.” The Mafia Boss chuckled.

“How many children have you Port Mafia been keeping?” Toshinori asked. He has no interest in talking in circles with this man. All he wanted to know was if there were more children like this boy and those two kids he faced in the Port Mafia.

“Oh? I would have thought you’d be more interested to know the reason of your Quirk’s deactivation.” The Port Mafia said back.

Toshinori didn’t say anything. Yes, he was concerned about that, but he doubted the Mafia boss would tell—

“You were injected with Quirk suppressants, as well as inhaling a large quantity of Quirk suppressant gas.”

“What?” Toshinori’s eyes widened in shock.

Quirk…suppressant? 

“Did you think Yokohama wouldn’t develop any weapons against outsiders?”

All Might thought back to that red-haired girl. He remembered the way she smirked at him after stabbing him in the abdomen. His hand unconsciously moved to where he was stabbed.

That’s right…it was right after that his Quirk started weakening.

That was why the girl smiled like that. All along, her only job was to stab him with her blade. But Toshinori had grabbed the blade. He didn’t feel anything smeared on the metallic surface, so that could only mean…

It was inside the dagger. That was why the girl kept pushing the dagger! She wasn't trying to push it deeper into his body; she was injecting the Quirk suppressant into him!

As for the gas…

Toshinori remembered the boy with grenades in the shape of lemons. He vaguely remembered the boy saying something about putting the gas into those grenades before passing out.

So those grenades he threw right at the beginning already decided everything...

And to think that Toshinori only figured all this out now.

“Tell me, Hero.” The Port Mafia boss said as the wall behind him began to move.

Toshinori stepped back, reaching down to gently push the petite boy back as he watched pieces of wall slide up one by one.

The morning pale light flooded into the room, chasing the shadows away as Toshinori stared at the huge panels of windows behind the Mafia Boss. The sudden exposure to such strong light made Toshinori squint his eyes, but never once did he turn his attention away from the dangerous criminal before him.

With his back facing the light, the Port Mafia boss was completely covered in shadows as he regarded the Hero with those red eyes.

"Do you see children as liabilities? Do you see them as weak and fragile beings that need your protection?"

“What are you trying to say?” Toshinori gritted his teeth.

“What do you think will happen to this city once we are gone?” The Mafia Don then asked, turning to the window with his hands behind his back. He wasn’t even the slightest bit concerned whether or not the Hero would use this opening to attack him.

Toshinori blinked a couple of times to get accustomed to the light. When his eyes finally adjusted, the first thing he saw was the blue sky and the city of Yokohama. The blond took in the peaceful and undisturbed city.

There was no explosion, no smoke rising out from the distance…nothing.

“The answer is simple.” The Port Mafia glanced back at the blond, crimson eyes meeting the Hero’s ocean blue ones. It was at this very moment that Toshinori has finally gotten a clear view of the enemy. 

The man was quite young, looking to be in his early thirties with chin length-black hair slicked back over his head with two bangs hanging on the side. He wore a set of black suit with a black trench coat and maroon scarf hanging around his neck.

He was looking at the Hero with a mixture of bemusement and mockery. It was the gaze of someone looking down upon another that is below them.

"When Port Mafia falls, every organization lurking in the shadows of this city will fight to obtain absolute control. Battles will occur and lives, including innocent ones, will be lost. Orders will no longer exist. The idiotic bunch may even open Yokohama's barrier, wanting to use their Abilities to conquer the world. What do you think will happen to your world if that happens?”

Toshinori wanted to say something back, but he couldn’t.

What organization was this man talking about?

What order exactly did he mean keeping Yokohama in place?

“Yes, you cannot answer, because you never thought about consequences.” The Mafia boss ridiculed. “In the outside world, defeating Villain means justice. There are never consequences for Heroes to defeat Villains, as your Villains do not play a role in your society.”

The Mafia boss looked sharply at the No.1 Hero.

"Since you cannot answer I will answer for you. The moment the barrier of Yokohama falls, your world will come to an end. If you think this barrier exists to protect us from the outside, then you are sorrowfully mistaken. This barrier exists for the protection of you outsiders.”

Toshinori shook slightly as the blood in his veins turned cold as a scary realization dawned him.

“There are countless Ability users within Yokohama that can end the outside world as simple as a snap of their fingers. The only reason they hadn’t is due to Yokohama’s barrier and the fact that all these individuals have zero interest in your world. But that is only if your world doesn’t interfere with ours.”

Toshinori felt cold.

Never did he ever felt like what he does might be considered bad.

He stared at the peaceful city displayed before his eyes. He remembered the carefree looks on people’s faces and those elderly couples taking a midnight stroll. If he brings down the Port Mafia, what would happen to those smiles?

But were these Ability users really that powerful?

He wanted to think of it as a bluff until he remembered that boy on the street. The power of his Ability was not a combat one, but that level of intelligence alone could change the balance of good and evil depending on where he stood.

Then there was also that Ability user that was holding him down just minutes ago. What exactly was that man's power?

Finally…there were his injuries. He had been blasted by explosions. He remembered the pain, remembered the way his body had looked. He wasn't even supposed to be alive, yet he was standing there with his body completely unscathed. Was this also the work of an Ability user? If so, then he has never in his life heard of such strong healing power.

No, this can't even be considered healing anymore. Even among Quirks, a power like this only exists in fantasy.

The thought of Ability users like these being exposed to the outside sent a chill down his back. It may be fine if they were to become Heroes, but if they were to join the Villains…

For the first time, Toshinori was lost. A criminal was standing right here in front of him, yet he wasn’t able to bring him down. He couldn’t. He might be able to before knowing these facts, but now…he didn’t dare to think what might happen if he does.

“This is Yokohama.” The Port Mafia boss said, once more reminding the Hero that this was not the world he lived in. “Do not presume our world is the same as yours. Naturally, that goes for those you see as children. You seem to think that the reason you lost was due to us using them as shields, but the truth is that the ones that defeated and capture you were none other than three children. Isn’t that right, Dazai-kun?”

Toshinori felt the tiny hands that had been gripping his leg disappeared. He looked down, watching with rounded eyes as the young boy walked around him and headed towards the Port Mafia boss.

He wanted to reach out and stop the boy. Despite everything the Port Mafia boss had said, Toshinori still held strong to his belief in protecting those weaker than him. He wanted to hold this child and tell him that it’s alright anymore. That he didn’t need to obey this man…that he was here.

However, when the boy looked up and their gaze met, Toshinori froze.

Dull burnt umber eyes gazed back at his without a speck of life reflected in them.

In all of his years of careers, Toshinori has seen different kinds of eyes.

Those brimming with anger, desperation, sadness, pain, terror, lost…but these eyes showed nothing of that. If Toshinori had to come up a word for it, it would be 'hollow'.

“This boy is a prodigy.” The Port Mafia boss decided to enlighten the Pro Hero. “However, because nothing can surpass his expectations, he became extremely bored with everything around him, including life. That’s why he came to Port Mafia, so that he can seek out challenges—something that can surpass his mind. When you came into Yokohama, I decided to let this boy handle your case. All I told him was to bring you here at eight o’clock sharp, and he did just that. I’ve never instructed him on how to proceed with your capture. Do you understand what that means, Hero?”

Toshinori felt himself tremble as he stared at the boy.

"Everything you did and everyone you came into contact with, including the two children that you fought—they were all planned by Dazai-kun here.”

“Everything? Then…?” Toshinori couldn’t continue as he remembered that cheerful smile the boy wore as he ate his treat.

Was he also part of Port Mafia?

Was that also a part of their setup?

He wanted to ask, but he couldn't. He was scared of finding out the truth. He was even more scared if he was wrong, because that will expose the boy.

Never would Toshinori ever expect himself to doubt the heart of a child. However, he could no longer see any of these children as mere kids. Any last shard of hope he had been gripping onto shattered the moment he looked into this boy—Dazai’s eyes.

At the very least…he can’t see this boy in front of him as a mere child.

This boy…

“Leave our city, watchdog.” The Port Mafia boss said with a cruel smile on his face. “There is nothing for you to protect here.”

He does not want to be saved.

Chapter Text

The day of the trip to Yokohama arrived faster than the students had anticipated.

Sunday at 4:45 am, Midoriya Izuku stepped out of his dorm. He was fifteen minutes early, but he found that pretty much everyone was already gathered at the school gate. Pulling along his luggage, he hurriedly joined his classmates.

“Deku-kun!” Uraraka was the first to greet him. “Good morning.”

“Ah, goodmor—NING?!” Midoriya squeaked out that last part when he saw the heavy bags beneath her eyes. “W-what happened?!”

“Seems she didn’t sleep last night, gero.” Tsuyu who was standing beside Uraraka explained.

“N-no, I think I slept for maybe three hours…” Uraraka weakly laughed as she scratched the back of her head. “I guess I’m too excited!”

Excited?

Midoriya could only muster a weak smile. He knew that was a lie. Rather than excitement, they were all feeling nervous, anxious and unease. He hadn’t gotten much sleep either…not since learning about Yokohama.

Today was finally the day where they will enter the city of criminals…how could they not worry?

“That’s no good, Uraraka-kun!” The class president reprimanded as he came over to them. “Not sleeping is bad for your body! Not to mention it will cloud your judgment and slow your reflexes when in battle!”

“Good morning Iida—KUN?!” Midoriya’s voice cracked once again when he saw the taller boy. His eyes met with those bloodshot and dry eyes that reminded him of Aizawa’s. They were staring unblinkingly into the distance with blackened bags underneath.

"I heard he's been standing at the gate since 9:00..." Sero whispered helpfully.

“Eh?!” Midoriya gapped but gasp, but when he turned to Sero, he found that the other got dark circles under his eyes as well.

No, it wasn’t just them. Now that he observed his classmates closely, they were all talking quietly, lacking their usual rowdiness and energy. Nearly all of them got dark bags under their eyes except for Todoroki, Tsuyu, Shouji, and Tokoyami—though honestly, Midoriya couldn't tell on the last one due to the feathers.

"Kacchan isn’t here yet?” Midoriya asked, immediately noticing his childhood friend's lack of presence. Kirishima wasn’t here either.

“We’re here!” A voice shouted as Midoriya turned to see the familiar and energetic redhead running over with an angry Bakugou—as usual.

"Man, I can't believe I overslept!" Kirishima laughed as they stopped before the group. “Good thing Bakugou came to get me or I’ll get scolded by Aizawa-sensei!”

“I DIDN’T COME FOR YOU!!” Bakugou roared. “I WAS JUST PASSING BY—”

“So!” Kisirhima turned to the rest of the class, oblivious to his ragging companion beside him. “Did something happened last night? You guys don’t look so good!”

“HEY! DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME!!”

Fortunately, principal Nezu arrived at that moment with All Might and their homeroom teacher. If any of the teachers noticed the class' sleep-deprived states, they didn’t say a word about it.

“Ahem~” The principal cleared his throat as he stood before the students with his paws folded behind his back. “Good morning everyone! I hoped you all had a great rest!”

Midoriya couldn’t help but sweat-dropped like most of his classmates. Was the principal trying to crack a joke, or was he poking fun at their lack of sleep?

"First, I must thank you all for choosing to participate in this trip. It takes great courage to decide to attend this field trip, and I am happy to see that not a single student has backed out. I understand that a lot of you are feeling unease, but I am sure that will change once you've entered Yokohama."

The students stared at the white mouse quietly. Despite his words, none of them were reassured. How could they? They are entering a criminal city—an isolated criminal city.

“Inside Yokohama, there is one rule you must always remember to follow,” Nezu told them seriously, the smile he wore just seconds ago vanishing from that furry face. "That rule is that no Quirk shall be used inside the city, no matter the circumstances. Please do bear that in mind."

All at once, gasps could be heard as the students stared at their teachers in disbelieve.

No quirks?!

That’s pretty much asking them to walk into a lion cage naked without any weapons to defend themselves!

“Sensei!” Yaoyorozu quickly raised her hand to object.

“Yes,” Nezu nodded to her, giving her permission to speak.

“What if it was for self-protection? Can we use Quirk then?”

“…No, you may not.” Nezu answered.

The students couldn’t even gasp anymore. They all stared at the principal as if he had lost his mind. Perhaps he had, that would explain this ridiculous rule.

“We can’t use Quirk even if we’re attacked?!” Kaminari shouted, not bothering to raise his hand anymore.

“That’s right!” Ashido joined in.   

“Absolutely no Quirk is to be used,” Nezu repeated. “As long as you do not use your Quirks, there will be no danger to you. Please keep that in mind.”

The students wanted to say more, but Nezu raised his paw, silencing all of their protests.

“The Port Mafia has sent their guides to greet you at the Tokyo harbour. Once there, they will take you into Yokohama. The ride will be two hours long. If you need to use the bathroom, now is the time, as there won’t be any stops in-between!”

Midoriya could barely hear his words, as his mind was stuck on the fact that none of them were allowed to use their Quirks.

But why?

Why aren’t they allowed to use their Quirks?

Midoriya wasn’t blind, and neither are his classmates. They all saw the principal’s expression when he had told them that they couldn’t use their Quirks. The principal was firmly set on that rule, even if they argue, he won’t change his mind.

“In Yokohama, you will be under the care of an agency called the Armed Detective Agency. During your stay, you will all be following them and observing how they work.”

“A detective firm?!” Kirishima blurted out, obviously not expecting that. In fact, none of them had expected to hear that they will be staying at such a …lawful sounding place.

So maybe…it won’t be as dangerous as they thought?

“Well, that will be all from me!” Nezu said as with a wave of his paw. “I wish you all a safe and fun trip!”

With that, the principal left, leaving behind Aizawa and All Might to take care of the rest.

“I will now take attendance," Aizawa said, holding up the clipboard with the class attendance sheet. “When I call your name, come up and hand your bags to the driver,” he gestured to the bus driver stepping out of the tour bus. "After that, you can get on the bus and find a seat."

With that, Aizawa started going through the names.

One by one, the students went up, giving their luggage to the driver and grabbing a seat on the bus.

Midoriya ended up sitting right next to a super uptight Iida. Across from them on the same row were Uraraka and Tsuyu.

Bakugou was with Kirishima at the very back. Bakugou looked as if he couldn’t care less about the whole thing while Kirishima was checking his backpack to see if he got everything.

Koda shivering in his seat while Todoroki next to him had already fallen back to sleep. Apparently, it was too early for him.

Mineta and Kaminari sat by each other, looked as if the world was ending as they complained about the ridiculous request from the principal.

Ashido and Hagakure sitting in front of them were doing the same.

Shouji and Tokoyami were quiet, but their faces showed how nervous they actually were. Sero and Ojiro were very much the same.

Jirou and Yaoyorozu quietly talking over what had happened.

Aoyama was shaking so back he looked like he was going to faint. He was spluttering and crying while Satou who was unfortunate enough to sit beside him tried to calm him down.

When the bus finally moved, all their conversations stopped, leaving nothing but silence in the vehicle.

The ride felt like an eternity, especially with how two-third of the class were heavily lacking in sleep. The shaking of the bus was like sweet temptation trying to lull them in, but the tension in their brains forced them to stay awake and alert.

Aizawa and All Might sitting at the very front pretended not to notice the class’s unusual silence. After all, there was nothing they could say or do that can ease the children’s mind. So after the first half-hour of quietness, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to talk about something.

That someone is Kaminari.

“That detective place that principal Nezu said…what do you guys think about it?”

“Isn’t it weird? Why is there a detective firm in a criminal city?” Sero pointed out.

“It couldn’t be a trap by those criminals, could it?!” Mineta shook in horror.

“Of course it won’t!” Iida fired back, offended that Mineta would even accuse of something so outrageous. “This field trip is organized by principal Nezu himself! I'm certain that this detective agency is a very righteous, crime-fighting organization within Yokohama!"

“Maybe it’s like The Last Heroes!” Ashido said excitedly—or at least, as excited as she could with those deep purple circles under her black eyes. "In the city of ruins, only one group of Heroes stand to fight against the invaders!"

“I love that movie!” Hagakure piped in.

“I wanted that movie three times!” Uraraka joined in.

Soon, the tension around them eased as they somehow began chatting about the most recent movies. Perhaps it was due to the tension finally easing. Exhaustion finally overwhelmed a lot of the students as they fell asleep in their seats.

The ones that were still awake kept quiet at the sight, allowing their classmates some well-deserved rest.

With Iida also nodding off beside him, Midoriya stared out the window as the bus entered the highway. The smile was lost on his face as he thought of their destination—Yokohama. No matter how much he wrecked his brain, he couldn’t understand the purpose behind this entire trip.

What exactly was it that All Might wanted him to see?

What did principal Nezu expect them to see?

What is in that city governed by bad guys?

Why aren’t they allowed to use Quirks?

With these thoughts plaguing his mind, Midoriya slowly dozed off...

An explosion in the distance. Black fumes rose towards the sky as huge vines were seen breaking through the ground and destroying the buildings around it. People’s cries could be heard as they escape from the vicinity, screaming for Heroes to come save the day.

The tour bus drove by as if it didn’t notice the chaos and danger. An eerie silence filled the interior of the bus. No one on the bus spoke up or reacted in any way. They sat in their seats, eyes tightly sealed and breathings even.

Soft greenish light particles gently drifted down, touching the tip of Midoriya’s nose before vanishing out of existence. Green aurora light created by countless small characters spread through the bus. The light flickered and the air that was clear just seconds ago was now covered by a thin layer of fog.

The two teachers sitting at the very front were fast asleep much like their students.

None of them were able to see how the driver's form completely changed during that flicker of light.

The forty years old man had turned into a youth with soft brownish-orange hair sticking out from beneath the black driver cap. The cap was pulled low over his eyes, covering the upper half of his face in shadow while the lower half of his face was concealed by a gas mask.

The bus drove into an underground tunnel as the green light shrouded its form.

It never came back to the surface.

Just like that, the bus of twenty students and two teachers from U.A. High School vanished from Musutafu without a trace.

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When Aizawa woke to the darkness with weird grogginess in the back of his head, he instantly knew something was wrong.

In all his years as a Pro Hero working to capture villains, he had trained his body to act the instant something didn't feel right. Without his head fully clearing, he already up on his feet, hands fisting his Capturing Weapon as he forced his eyes to snap open and analyze the situation.

They were still on the bus, but Aizawa couldn’t see anything but darkness beyond the window. There was only the sound of engine, shaking of the bus and dim flickers of lights passing by that indicated that the vehicle was still moving. Although the windows were all tightly shut, he could still hear a faint echo from the outside.

So they were in an underground tunnel.

The children were all here, and so was All Might. They were all still asleep. The scent in the air was clean. He didn’t smell anything weird or out of place. The raven-haired teacher gritted his teeth, unable to believe how careless he had been. He had completely let off his guard just because the bus was organized by the school.

His eyes finally narrowed towards the extra passenger on the bus.

Sitting at the front row seat right next to the two teachers was a blond-haired man with glasses. Judging from his body proportion, Aizawa concluded that he must be around 190 centimeters. He wore a black long-sleeved dress shirt with a beige vest and matching pants.

In his hand was a green notebook with the kanji characters ‘Ideal’ written on it. Before Aizawa was fully conscious, he had heard the sound of something scratching against paper. This man must have been writing something just before the underground Hero had jumped onto his feet.

“Who are you?” Aizawa demanded, his eyes flicking towards the bus driver, then back to the unknown man.

He wasn’t stupid enough to forget about the middle-aged man who must be the blond’s companion. He had no idea what they did. He hadn’t smelled anything wrong or noticed anything different before passing out.

Could it be a type of Quirk? And more importantly, who was this man? Aizawa had memorized all the names and appearances of major Villains and none of them matched this man before him. 

Or perhaps he wasn't a Villain. If so, then there was only one thing Aizawa could think of...

The Port Mafia.

“Calm down, we merely put them to sleep.” The blond-haired man said as he gazed down to his wristwatch. "They should be waking up any time now.”

As if on cue, soft hums and groans traveled from behind the teacher.

The students were waking up one after the other.

All Might was the first to wake up. He blinked a couple of times before his instincts kicked in as well. Despite no longer having his power, he was still able to quickly access the situation as he too stood up to face the stranger occupying the other seat.

“Hmm…”

“Gero?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Ngh! That was a good nap!”

“Hey! Weird hairdo! GET UP!”

“Where are we?”

“Oh, we’re here?”

“Wha? Is it time to get off?”

In an instant, the entire bus was rowdy with life again.

However…

“Quiet!” One command from the Erasure Hero silenced them all. It was then that they noticed the tension swirling around their teachers and a man whom they’ve never seen before.

“Who’s that?” Ashido whispered to Hagakure who responded with a shrugging motion.

“A friend…?” Uraraka mumbled, but the moment she saw the cautious on the two teachers, she immediately knew that was wrong.

“Enemy!” Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya said at the exact same time as Aizawa stepped forward.

“Port Mafia?” He questions, ready to activate his Quirk at any given time.

The moment he said those two words, the students immediately fell silent as their muscles tightened, looking as if they will jump into action the moment their teachers permit them.

The blond man closed the notebook in his hand and stood up, facing the teachers as well as giving the students a clear view of him.

“Do I look like someone from the Port Mafia?” He rebuked, seeming offended to be mistaken as them. “My name is Doppo Kunikida. I’ve been tasked by our President to bring you to our agency.”

“You’re from the Armed Detective Agency?” Toshinori asked, looking at the man before turning his gaze to the bus driver who hadn’t spoken a single word. These were the people that will be taking care of them in Yokohama?

“Correct.” Kunikida replied, adjusting his glasses. “I apologize for the way we brought you in, but we cannot allow you to know the entrance to Yokohama.”

“Yokohama?!” Ashido shouted.

“Then, you mean right now we’re…!” Yaoyorozu gasped as she along with few other students looked out the window, but all they saw was pitch blackness.

That darkness didn’t last long though.

The next moment, the bus emerged into the bright blinding light that forced all of them to shut their eyes.

“Welcome to Yokohama.” Kunikida’s voice spoke from somewhere in the distance as the beautiful landscape of the city matched with the bright blue sky that was revealed to them. 

The students were dumbfounded as the bus drove down the curved slope and headed for the city below.

“We’re on a mountain?!” Kaminari shouted when he realized where they were.

“Wait, how did we already get to Yokohama?” Kirishima shouted, unable to wrap his head around how a nap had landed them within the mysterious city.

The first thing Midoriya noticed was how high up the sun was in the sky. Even before he fell asleep, the sun was just barely peeking out from the horizon. He wasn’t the only one who noticed. The two experienced Heroes also didn’t miss such obvious indication of how long they’ve been out for.

Aizawa slowly let go of his Capture Weapon. It wasn’t like he trusted this man, but if this really was Yokohama, then they were already in the enemy territory. Fighting at a place like this will only bring danger to all of them, especially when he has zero knowledge of Abilities.

What also made him wary was whether or not these people were Ability users. Nezu didn’t tell them how to spot Ability users, but just from the blond-haired man’s postures, Aizawa could tell this man knew how to fight. His partner (the bus driver) must be experienced in battle as well.

Seeing Aizawa no longer showing any signs of attacking, the man—Kunikida, sat back down. He pulled out a pen, flipped his notebook open and started jolting things down onto the page.

Toshinori placed a hand onto Aizawa’s shoulder, hinting for him not to do anything. Aizawa huffed. He didn't like the feeling of being in someone else's palm, but there was nothing he could do about it. He sat back down, cautiously eyeing the man claiming to be from the detective agency, then to the driver.

The ride down the mountain took half an hour. When they entered the city, the students were all blown away. Even Aizawa was taken back as he gazed out the window from the corner of his eyes.

Toshinori had seen this view already, but even so, he couldn't help but stare. 

“This…this is…it isn’t…” Iida stuttered over his words a couple of times, unable to come up with the correct one to describe what he was seeing.

“Definitely not what I imagined, right Bakugou?” A huge smile stretched apart on Kirishima’s face as he turned to his companion.

AH?! I TOTALLY EXPECTED THIS!” Bakugou hollered defensively.

“Woah!” Kaminari gapped at the scenery in awe. “Everything is so retro!”

"Hmm~ They have refined taste!" Aoyama nodded approvingly, though he was still a bit pale from the initial fright of the blond stranger.

“I’ve only seen these kinds of buildings in history books!” Hagakura squealed to Ashido.

“These kinds of structures were very common hundreds of years ago around the era when Quirk began to appeared," Yaoyorozu explained to her classmates.

“Everyone, I think you should take a look at the people," Ojiro suddenly spoke out with a complicated look on his face. At that, the students stopped flaunting over the buildings and finally took noticed of the people on the street.

They were all blown away by the fact that they were all…well, similar. As in, they all got only four limbs, similar skin colour as well as body sizes…

There was no one with any extra limps...

No one with pink skin…

No one with engines in their legs, earphone jacks for ears or tape in their arms…

No one with any animal characteristic...

No one who is invisible…

…Or balls for head.

And this wasn’t just one or two people. It was a whole bunch of them.

These were the people of Yokohama.

“Old Humans…” Midoriya whispered, eyes shining as he remembered what their teachers had told them about the civilians here.

These were all Quirkless human beings.

No, to be precise, they were humans that retained the same genes as their ancestors.

“So these are Old Humans.” Shouji stared at all these people they passed by. Since the tour bus windows were tinted, none of the people outside were aware that they were being gawked by a bunch of high schoolers.  

“I feel so out of place now,” Sero said jokingly.  

“But isn’t this a city ruled by criminals?” Jiro pointed out the very important fact they were all conveniently forgetting.

When the class heard of a city ruled by criminals, the first thing that came to their mind was chaos and ruins. After all, that’s what Villains do, right?

"It looked just like any other places to me," Kirishima said, looking around as he tried to spot any Vill—no, criminals.

“Are you an idiot?” Bakugou grumbled, eyes narrowing as he looked over the city.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes were also sweeping over the people outside. Though he didn’t say anything, there was a serious look on his face as his brows slowly furrowed.

“Hey…don’t you guys feel something different?” Uraraka suddenly asked, gaining the class’s attention.

“What do you mean?” Yaoyorozu questioned.

“Umm…I don’t know.” Uraraka thought hard, but she couldn't tell them what exactly was wrong. "Just something felt…off? Or maybe something's missing?"

“…I feel the same.” Tsuyu agreed.

“Excusez-moi?” Aoyama looked around.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ashido turned to Hagakure who was seemingly shaking her head and hands, indicating how she didn’t know either.

"I don't feel anything," Kaminari mumbled before turning to Mineta. “Hey, Mineta—”

“Just a bit more…just a bit more…!” Mineta’s face was smeared against the window, hot breaths coming out in puffs with his eyeballs nearing budging out as he gawked at a girl walking down the street. She was wearing a very short skirt that fluttered every time a car passed by…

“Just a bit more…!!”

So caught up in trying to see up the girl’s skirt, the petite pervert didn’t realize how his classmates (mostly the girls) were looking at him as if he was a pile of trash left in some forgotten alley to rot away.

At the very front of the bus, Kunikida’s eyebrow twitched as he jotted something onto his notebook.

Midoriya’s eyes swept through the city and the people. Yes, he had felt it too. The moment he looked outside, Midoriya already noticed something weird about everything, but he couldn’t put a finger on what exactly wasn’t right. He wasn’t given much time to dwell on that fact, as another half an hour later, they’ve arrived at their destination.

The students and teachers stood at the corner of a crossway with their luggage. They gazed up at the red building in front of them. It was a nice building, but it was very simple and ordinary…not exactly what any of them had in mind when they heard the word agency. After all, every Hero agency, no matter how small, got their unique styles to their buildings. This, on the other hand, was just a plain office building.

“This is where we, the Armed Detective Agency, operate!” Kunikida declared, earning nothing but looks and silence from the group. The blond didn't seem to mind the lack of reaction as he continued. “The Armed Detective Agency focuses on solving crimes that are considered too violent or difficult for the police to handle. Often, these crimes are of a supernatural origin, therefore almost all of our members are Ability users.”

“Please wait!”

“What is it?” Kunikida asked, looking over to Iida who was the one that interrupted.

“You said the police just now!” Iida had a disbelieving look on his face, much like the rest of his classmates.

“Yeah, I did.”

“You have police here?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?” Kunikida deadpanned as if it was an extremely dumb question.

“Isn’t Yokohama run by criminals?” Midoriya pointed out.

“What does that have to do with having police?” Kunikida didn’t say that in any mocking way. It seemed like he was genuinely confused by Midoriya’s questions. It was as if he didn’t think anything was wrong with having police in a city ruled by criminals.

The entire Class1-A just stared at their guide in awkward silence. None of them knew how to proceed with their questions. This man obviously didn't get their point and they certainly don't get his.

“Oops, that was close!” Kunikida gazed down at his silver wristwatch. “Now come along, we have no more seconds to waste! Get inside before you make a scene.”

Scene? What scene? The students looked around, but they couldn't understand what the man was talking about. Despite speaking the same language, they're starting to wonder if their Japanese was different than Yokohama's Japanese. Otherwise, why was it so hard to communicate?

"Let’s go," Aizawa said in his usual indifferent tone as he and All Might followed the man. The students looked among each other before they grabbed their luggage and trailed after their teachers.

They stepped into the building which they will be staying at for the remainder of their trip here at Yokohama.

Chapter Text

Disappointment didn’t even begin to describe the students’ feelings when they stood within the Armed Detective Agency office.

It wasn’t like they got a problem with the office. It was a lovely office with emerald floor tiles and overall it gave off a nice, relaxed feeling.

It’s just that they had expected a bit…more. As in something that didn’t look like any other regular offices.

“Ah, Kunikida-san!” A boy perked up at the sight of all the people that came in. He jumped out of his seat by a desk and quickly came over to Kunikida.

The boy was young, maybe just two or three years younger than the U.A Students—which meant he must be in middle school. The boy has sun-kissed hair and was dressed in blue overalls with a straw hat tied around his neck and sandals on his feet. His clothing made him looked like a farmer that just came from the countryside. But is there a countryside place in Yokohama?

And more importantly…

The boy was cute!

The soft features on his face that still got some baby fat, those freckles and that pure smile instantly won over all the girls in the group.

“This is Miyazawa Kenji.” Kunikida introduced the boy to their guests. "He is one of our staff at the agency.”

Staff?

“Hello~!” The boy sang energetically with such sweet smile that it practically melted all the students’ hearts—even the guys! Well, most of the guys. They didn’t know if they were seeing things, but they could have sworn there were pink bubbles floating around the boy beaming at them.

“Nice to meet you all!”

“Nice to meet you!” The class chorused—the tension and disappointment from before were all cured by that gentle smile. The boy was just so adorable that they didn’t even bother thinking over exactly what Kunikida’s introduction actually meant.  

“What the heck are you morons doing?” Bakugou muttered to the sideline. With him were Todoroki and Tokoyami.

Crouched on the ground not too far away was Mineta who was biting his thumb and muttering a string of inaudible words. However, if listened closely, one could make out that most of his words were among the lines of “pretty boys should all die”.

“Kunikida-san, I got a call from Ranpo-san so I’ll be going!” Kenji informed the older blond. Kunikida nodded as he wrote something down onto his notebook.  

"Bye-bye!” The boy waved to the U.A guests, skipping around them as he bounced away like a ball of happy energy.

“Bye-bye~” The students waved back union as they watched the delightful boy go. Really, he was such a precious boy!

“Hm…” Kunikida stared at his notebook, then around the empty office. “Yosano-sensei!” He suddenly called, gaining the students’ attention. “Yosano-sensei!”

They waited for a while, but there was no response.

“Um, could this person have left the office?” Toshinori supplied helpfully when it looked like Kunikida was about to call again.

“No, she’s here," Kunikida said, holding up his notebook proudly. “I have everyone’s schedule written down, there’s no mistake.”

“Okay…?” Toshinori stepped back as he watched the blond opened his mouth, ready to call out again when the sound of the door slamming open echoed from the other side of the room.

“Stopped yelling, Kunikida. I heard you." The tired voice of a woman came, followed by a long yawn.

Everyone turned to see a slender, black-haired woman stepping out of a room. Her red heels clattered against the emerald tiles as she strolled towards them, her black dress swaying to her movement.

“This is Yosano Akiko-sensei.” Kunikida gestured to the woman. Mineta instantly got hearts in his eyes while the other students greeted the older woman politely. "She is our agency's physician. If you have any injuries, you can come to her and she will have you treated.”

“So you’re the ones from U.A High School?” Yosano hummed, hands on her hips as she regarded the crowd.

“Aizawa Shouta.” Aizawa greeted as he held out his hand politely. “Thank you very much for having us.”

“Oh? The one on the news?”

Aizawa was a bit stunned by her response. News? What news?

The Underground Hero didn’t have to think too hard before an answer came to his head. As an underground Hero, he tends to avoid media, so there couldn’t be much news about him. His expression darkened as he remembered that interview he had to do when Bakugou was taken by the League of Villains.

She couldn’t have meant that one, could she?

He heard from Toshinori that these people got access to the outside media…so it was true? It wasn’t that he doubted the former No.1 Hero. If anything he knew that his information was right, but it was just hard to believe until he could confirm it himself.

“If you have any injuries, come see me at any time." The woman said, taking his hand in a firm shake.

“Yes. I appreciate it.” Aizawa thanked, then stepped aside to let Toshinori go next.

“I am Yagi Toshinori, thank you for having us.” Toshinori offered his hand to the woman. Yosano took his hand in a firm grip—but she didn’t shake it. She just held the skeletal man’s hand, showing no sign of releasing as she stared into the ex-Hero's almost hollowed-out eye sockets.

A soft smile lifted her lips, one that was much different than the confident smile she wore when she made her appearance.

“Good to see you doing well.”

Toshinori froze as he regarded the young lady before him.

“…Have we met somewhere before?” Toshinori’s face was filled with uncertainty as he stared at the woman. He didn’t recall ever meeting someone like her, but the way the woman had spoken sounded like they should know each other.

“No.” Yosano let go of his hand and moved towards the students, not giving Toshinori the chance to question anymore. “So you are the Heroes-in-training?”

“Yes! We are!” Iida replied for the class, as it was his duty as the representative.

Yosano looked over each one of them, her gazes lingering longer on some more than the others. Specifically on those with more unique features.

“You there.” Yosano nodded to a certain invisible girl.

“Eh? Me?” Hagakure pointed at herself. Or at least, she appeared to be pointing at herself. Without any gloves, it was hard to tell.

“Is your blood and organs also invisible?”

“W-what?”

“I’m asking if your body from inside out is invisible, or is it only the outer layer of your body that has camouflaging capability that makes you invisible.”

“Uh…I’m invisible inside out?” Hagakure answered unsurely. She has no idea why the lady would ask her such a weird question.  

Yosano eyed the invisible girl with mild interest sparkling in her eyes.

“Will her invisibility be an issue?” Kunikida asked as he too eyed the floating clothing that’s a person.

Hagakure was practically sweating under the two adults’ intense gazes. Although no one could tell, her eyes were darting around, seeking her classmates for help.

“No,” After what felt like forever, Yosano finally drew her gaze back. “It won’t be a problem. If anything happens I will just have to get a bit more physical.

The lady smirked as a weird glint flashed across her eyes. She then looked over to Tokoyami who stiffened under her sharp eyes.

“Well, like Kunikida said, come to me if any of you are injured. I will give you kids a special treatment~”

Special treatment?!” Mineta was instantly panting out hot breathes at the explosive news.

“Seriously, that’s enough.” Kirishima who was standing behind Mineta frowned in disapproval.

“Since I’m not needed, I’ll be going out shopping," Yosano announced as she looked over to her co-worker.

“We’re low on Ranpo-san’s snacks and tea. If you could get some that would be much appreciated.” The blond man swiftly informed her, as if he knew she would say that.

The woman waved her hand as an indication that she will before walking straight through the students who immediately parted ways for her. Flashing the children a smile, she disappeared behind the door.

The kids stood there, listening until the sharp clattering of her scarlet heels faded into the distance. It was then that they all finally let out breaths of relief.

“Haa…she's finally gone," Hagakure muttered, sounding completely exhausted. 

“Right? I’m sweating just from her looking at me!” Asido whispered.

“Gero, it feels a bit unpleasant...” Asui felt like she should know what that weird look in that woman’s eyes was when she stared at them…but she can’t think of anything.

“What do you mean?” Uraraka blinked in confusion, unable to understand what her classmates were talking about.

“I didn’t feel anything?” Sato looked around, confused as well.

“What was it like?” Midoriya was immediately interviewing Ojirou, trying to get an understanding of what exactly did they experienced.

“She looked at your particularly long, didn’t she?” Shouji looked down at Tokoyami.

Tokoyami didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his arms crossed and brows furrowed, seeming to be thinking over that as well.

“It must be a pain to be so popular!” Sero joked as he nudged his bird-headed classmate with an elbow.

While some were confused and some were concerned…there were two individuals with a completely different reaction than the rest of the class.

“Think she’ll treat me if I get a little cut?” Kaminari wondered hopefully.

Mineta, on the other hand, was already fumbling with a piece of paper, about to slide the sharp edge over his finger when Iida snatched it out of his hand.

“Ahem!”

The sound of throat-clearing quickly reminded the students where they are. They quieted down, glancing at their homeroom teacher to find the man glaring at them warningly. Remembering how Kunikida was still standing there, they realized how rude they must be just now and hastily gave the blond man their full attention. 

Fortunately, Kunikida didn’t seem to notice their little chatters as he was checking something on his phone.

“It seems like the President is running a little late from his meeting.” Kunikida informed them, closing his phone and slipping it back into his pocket. “For the time being, you can look around the office and make yourselves comfortable. If you have any questions, now's the time to ask."

Jirou wasted no time raising her hand.

“Yes?” Kunikida nodded for her to speak.

“You mentioned before that there’s police here…does that mean you have your own government within Yokohama?”

Of all things Kunikida had expected them to ask, he did not expect them to still be hungover such trivial matter. 

“Of course,” was the simple answer he gave the girl.

“Then why the heck are these criminals running everything?!” Bakugou snapped.

“Because they’re criminals, you can’t expect them to maintain proper laws.”

…HAH?!” The boy exploded. Obviously, this was not the answer he was looking for. "THAT MAKES NO SENSE!!" 

Kunikida arched a brow at the boy’s rudeness, but it was thanks to this that he finally took a closer look at the other children’s faces. He finally understood their problems now. In their eyes, these kids can only see the good and the bad. They are blind to everything in-between.

No, rather than saying they were blind, perhaps it was due to the environment they grew up in…

“Listen carefully as I will only repeat this once.” Kunikida began. “In Yokohama, there are two main forces that oversee the city. The Port Mafia, and the Government. In your world, those with Quirks are the norm, but in our world, ordinary people are the majorities. The Government governs over those ordinary people while the Port Mafia oversees Ability users. Of course, over time the Government also developed their own Special Ability department to oversee that as well.”

“Gero? But if there is government, why is Yokohama controlled by Port Mafia?” Asui asked in confusion.

“Because Port Mafia is stronger than the government, simple as that.” Kunikida replied. “They were the ones who secured Yokohama and created the barrier that exists to this day, so they gained initial control of this city. But!" The man adjusted his glasses. "Those are just matters of histories! One day they’ll lose their standings!”

“So…why is the government still around again?” Kirishima asked, not feeling as though the man had answered their questions. “If Port Mafia got control over everything, why are they keeping the government?!”

“Were you not listening to what I just said?” Kunikida was beginning to wonder if these kids got memory issues. “They’re criminals, they don’t run laws.”

“Then why didn’t they destroy the government?” Iida pressed on, and that’s when a small vein budged out from beneath the thin layer of skin on Kunikida’s forehead.

“That is what I kept telling you!” Kunikida gritted his teeth with a vein-popping onto his head. “They are Mafias, why would they bother with governing law and ordinary people?!”

“AND THAT’S WHY WE KEEP ASKING YOU!” Bakugou roared, finally having enough of going around in circles and not getting any answers. “WHY THE FUCK DO YOU STILL GOT GOVERNMENT HERE WHEN YOU’RE CONTROLED BY VILLAINS?!”

“THAT’S WHY I SAID—” Kunikida shot back at the kid.

“This is getting nowhere," Tokoyami grumbled as he stared at the screaming match between the grown adult and kid.

“There’s clearly a miscommunication somewhere…” Ojiro laughed weakly as he stated the obvious. As for where that miscommunication is…that's what they wanted to know.

“That’s enough!” Aizawa who had been watching by the sideline with Toshinori finally cut in. His intense glare made the students all withered under his gaze.

Kunikida quickly gathered himself and cleared his throat. He couldn't believe how he had just lost his temper to a brat who—in his opinion—was too old to be acting like one.

These kids were already sixteen! Seriously, how were they even taught in the outside world?!

“I am very sorry about that.” Toshinori hurriedly stepped up to apologize.

“No, I’m at fault too for raising my voice.” Kunikida sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Anyways,” the blond looked back to the kids, “during your stay at our agency, you will accompany some of us to learn how we operate. Since you are Heroes in training, I sure it will provide valuable experiences that you can use in your field of work. Other than that, you’re free to go around Yokohama. There are a few sightseeing locations in Yokohama you can go take a look at.”

“We’re free to go around? Just like that?” Uraraka was bewildered by the fact.

“Of course not.” Kunikida rebuked. The blond adjusted his glasses as his eyes narrowed over the students.

“As you know, Yokohama does not have Quirks. The citizens here retained the same genes as our ancestors before the rise of Quirks. When you go out, be sure to make yourself as normal as possible! Fortunately, it is autumn so no one would find it weird if you wear a bit more clothes.”

Normal he says…he makes us sound like we’re not normal…” Ashido muttered.

“Like you for example!” Kunikida pointed a finger at the mumbling pinkie, causing her to jump in surprise. "When you leave the office, put on a pair of sunglasses and a hat to hide those horns and eyes! Your skin as well! If you can’t cover them up then put on foundations!”

“Eeeeh?!”

Kunihiga then turned to Tokoyami. “You there! Wear a hat and scarf to hide your beak!”

“What?!”

“And you!” Kunikida turned to Hagakure who staggered back.

“Me again?!”

“When you leave the office, cover yourself up from head to toe! Put on foundations on any part of your body that might be exposed! You’ll need sunglasses, face mask, and wig!"

And then, the blond began pointing out all the students that didn’t fit into his human criteria.

“Don’t hunch your shoulders! Straighten up! Don’t stick out your tongue either!” That was to Asui.

“We don’t have engines for legs, keep them covered at all times!” That was to Iida.

“Hide those extra limps!” To Shouji.

“Wear a hat!” Koda.

“Get either earmuffs or headphones to cover up your ears!” Jizo.

“Conceal your arms!” Sero.

“Wear a coat to hide your tail!” Ojiro.

“And you!” Finally, Kunikida turned to Mineta.

“Me too?!” Mineta shouted.

“Cover your head!” Kunikida demanded, jabbing his index finger down at the tiny boy. “We don’t have balls growing out of our heads!”

Mineta was petrified by the remark. A woman saying that may be appealing…but hearing that from a man turned into great insult…

Kunikida adjust his glasses as he regarded the students. Half of them looked as if their souls had gotten sucked out of their bodies. Midoriya briefly wondered if this could be considered discrimination.

"B-but…I didn't bring that much stuff.” Hagakure could finally voice out her opinion now that Kunikida stopped. Never did she think she would one day have to cover herself from head to toes like some wanted Villain.

“Same here.” Ojiro agreed. He never wore any long coat or got any clothing big enough to let him tuck in his tail. Why would he need that in the first place?

“Oh, with my Quirk I can—” Yaoyorozu was about to offer a solution when Kunikida held out a hand to stop her.

“I already have everything prepared.” The man told them. “There are boxes of clothing at the dorm you’ll be staying at. Be sure to pick out suitable ones before going outside.”

Then, the man looked over to Yaoyorozu.

“I’m sure that you are already informed, but it looks like I will need to remind you all that you are not allowed to use any of your Quirks inside Yokohama. That is the rule Port Mafia has set for you during your time here. As long as you’re within this city, you are under Port Mafia's watch. Do keep that in mind.”

“But—” Yaoyorozu was about to question why when the door behind the kids suddenly opened.

“Apologies for our lateness.” A female’s voice came as everyone turned to see a woman walking through the door. She has long brown hair and red glasses, dressed in office lady uniform. She stepped aside, revealing a shadow of a person standing behind her. 

“The President has arrived.”

A tall man with silver hair and dressed in traditional Japanese clothing walked through the door. The sight of the man instantly made everyone in the room tensed up. There was a pressuring aura rolling off this man and the scowl on his face only made him that much more intimidating.

“I am Fukuzawa Yukichi.” The man’s voice was deep and stern, just like his appearance. From these short, simple words, the kids could already feel authority coming off the man. “The President of Armed Detective Agency.”

Like what they’ve done with the other agents, Toshinori and Aizawa stepped up to greet the President.

“I am Yagi Toshinori, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Toshinori extended a hand towards the man. “We are really thankful for you taking us in during our stay here.”

“I am simply returning a favour to the Port Mafia boss by letting you stay with us. You have no need to thank me.” The man said stoically, making no move to accept his guest’s outstretched hand. He glanced at the students—his sharp eyes made the kids felt like they were being stared at by a predator.

“For the rest of the week, you will follow my subordinates and learn of how we operate within Yokohama. As future Heroes, I believe this will be a valuable experience for all of you. While you observe, you must listen to my subordinates and follow their instructions at all times. Those who cannot follow the rules will be sent out of the agency immediately, is that clear?”

“Y-YES!" The students all shouted in unison, unable to help but feel a bit excited as they learned that they will be having the opportunity to follow these people to work. This was just like an internship!

“My secretary will brief you in on the rest and show you to the dormitory where you’ll be staying.” With his speech done, Fukuzawa walked away, leaving behind his secretary to do the rest.

“I am Haruno Kirako.” The secretary lady said, drawing everyone's attention to her. "First, let’s go to the dorm and get you all settle down!”

And that was how the Heroes and Heroes-in-training got back onto the bus and drove about fifteen minutes down the street. Much like the Armed Detective Agency, the dorm they will be staying was very…ordinary—and a little bit run down as well.

They gathered at the open space in front of the building where the secretary pulled out the keys to the dorms.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have enough rooms for everyone. There are only ten available rooms, so I’m afraid you’ll have to find a roommate to share. Two of the rooms will need to be a three-person room.” Haruno turned to the two teachers. "I will let the teachers decide on the students’ rooming.”

“…You guys decide on your own.” Aizawa quickly brushed off that responsibility. He didn't care how the kids decided to pair themselves up and neither does Toshinori.

The students looked at one another. It didn’t take them too long to sort themselves out.

For girls, it was:

Asui and Uraraka.

Yaoyorozu and Jirou.

Hagakure and Ashido.

For guys:

Kirishima and Bakugou.

Midoriya and Todoroki.

Tokoyami and Shouji.

Sato and Koda.

Iida, Sero and Aoyama

Kaminari, Mineta and Ojiro.

Naturally, the two teachers also had to share one room. It was in their room that they found the boxes of clothing Kunikida had mentioned.

As they move into their new living place and began to unpack their belongings, a problem soon erupted as horrified screams resonated into the air.

“My phone’s gone!”

“My camera! I’m sure I put it in here!”

“I swear mine was in my pocket!”

“I had mine in my luggage!”

“My watch! Was it dropped on the bus?!”

“Has anyone seen my phone?! It got a pink case!”

“This is…!” Toshinori stared his empty pockets before turning to Aizawa who was glaring at his bag.

It wasn’t just phones and cameras. All of their electronics were gone, including digital watches some students had brought with them...

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“Your electronics?” Kunikida looked at the group that has gathered back in the field after somewhat getting over with the initial panics. “They were confiscated by the Port Mafia the moment you entered Yokohama.”

“WHAT?!” Ashido was the first to react to the bomb dropped over their heads. “I just bought that phone! I got a lot of things in there!”

“Same here!” Uraraka joined in, almost breaking into tears at the news. “My parents bought that for me on my birthday!”

“You can’t just take them away without asking!” Kaminari complained.

“Don’t worry!” The secretary hurriedly reassured the kids who looked as if the world had just ended. “I’m sure you’ll get them back once you leave. They didn’t want to risk you taking pictures of Yokohama and bringing it outside.”

“I wish we were informed of that before bringing us in.” Aizawa was seething. Although he could understand the logic, he didn’t approve of the method. Who knew what those criminals might do to their personal devices! This was clearly a violation of their privacy!

“Then you can take it up to the Port Mafia.” Kunikida huffed as if it wasn’t his problem.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed.

For a second, Toshinori feared the raven-haired man might start an argument with Kunikida, but fortunately, Aizawa held himself back. Toshinori knew how Aizawa felt. He didn’t like this either. If they were told of this beforehand, then they wouldn’t even bring any phones or electronics, to begin with.

As Heroes, their personal information was very sensitive. In this modern age, all these private information can be found in their smartphones. Their contact list, their browser history, their apps...there was no telling what the Mafias might be doing to their devices while holding onto them.

“Please don’t worry.” The young secretary continued to work hard to resolve the tension. “I’m sure all of your devices are safe! The Port Mafia has no reason to tamper any of your belongings. Now that everyone’s here, how about I go through the arrangements for everyone during your stay here?”

While none of them were happy, there was nothing they could do about it. So they just listened as the girl began to go over a list of things for them.

“There is a cafe called Uzumaki on the first floor of the agency’s building. All of your meals will be provided by them. Their opening hours are 8:00 am to 9:00 pm every day. When you go, just tell them that you’re from U.A and they will understand.

As you can see, there are no baths or showers in the dorm, but there is a bathhouse just across the street. We have spoken with the bathhouse owners and they are aware you are students from the outside. Between 6:00 pm to 11:30 pm, the bathhouse will close and only open to you guys. So for those with special body structures, there will be no need to worry about exposing your identities. When you go to the bathhouse, just show them this tag and they will let you in."

And then, each student and teacher received a small wooden tag with the bath house’s mark on it.

“Lastly, if you need of Yokohama’s money, you can exchange them with anyone in the agency or any banks in general.”

“Currency?” Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yokohama’s currency different than ours?” The moment Sero asked that question, he already knew how stupid he must have sounded. Yokohama has been isolated for centuries. It would be weird if their money were the same as the rest of Japan’s!

“Yes. The exchange rate between Yokohama’s currency and Japan’s are 1:1.” The secretary replied. She pulled out Yokohama’s paper bills and coins, presenting it to the kids. Since Yokohama’s currency was also yen, it wasn't all that different than Japan's except appearance.

“Um, Haruno-san?” The green-haired boy hesitantly called out the woman’s name, unsure if he had got it right.

“Yes?” The secretary smiled at him. Okay, he got it right.

“Isn’t Yokohama is closed off? Why does the bank offer currency exchange?” Midoriya asked.

“Yokohama is only closed off from the outside.” The secretary explained. “The citizens living within Yokohama can leave and come anytime they want as long as their passport gets approved. Many large companies and even Port Mafias themselves have foreign business dealings with the outside world under the guise of a company in the outside world. That’s why our banks have currency exchange.”

The students were all stunned by the news. Never would they have thought that the people of Yokohama can leave the city. They had assumed it was a completely sealed off city where no one can come in or out.

But…that didn’t make any sense!

With a criminal organization controlling this place, why would they allow people to come and go as they pleased?

The secretary, oblivious to the confusion on their faces, reached into her bag and pulled out a phone. It was one of those extremely old flip phones that they don’t see anywhere else in the world nowadays. There wasn’t even a camera on that plain old device!

“These are rental phones for you during your stay. These will only work within Yokohama, so you won’t be able to make any calls to the outside world. It only has texting and calling systems. I have taped your phone’s number and the agency’s address at the back. My phone number has been set as your very first contact. If you have any questions or if anything happens, call me immediately.” The secretary instructed them seriously. “Even if you are lost, call me and I will immediately find help for you. Now then, please line up and I will hand out your phone. Unfortunately, we have limited phones, so I will give out one phone per dorm.”

Very quickly, the students lined up and soon received the phone which will be their only communication device during their stay in Yokohama.

“I didn’t think I’ll ever see one let alone use it," Jirou said as she examined the simplistic device with mild interest.

“I feel like we just went back to the Stone Age.” Sero heaved out a heavy sigh. Who in the world still use these things?! But then again, judging by how old this entire city seemed, they probably should have seen it coming.

“Here are your phones, Aizawa-san, Toshinori-san.” The secretary handed over two phones to the teachers. “Both of your phones’ contact lists got the complete contact numbers of all our employees, including the President’s. Please call anytime you need assistance."

“Thank you.” Toshinori examined the phone in his hand. Aizawa was doing very much the same.

The students may not know, but the two adults fully understood that Yokohama's technologies were way ahead of theirs. So why in the world do these things still exist here? Was there some sort of trick?

“Now then,” Kunikida who had been silent the entire time spoke. He glanced down at his watch. It was 3:00 pm already. This took more time than he liked, but fortunately, he had predicted this when making his schedule.

“I need to talk to the teachers back in the agency. There is nothing planned for today so you kids can go take a look around the city. Just remember to meet up in the office at 9:00 am sharp tomorrow. And remember,” he pointed towards some specific students, “cover yourself properly before you leave!”

The kids sweatdropped at the reminder of how some of them don't exactly fit the normal criteria. But they soon threw that behind them and started talking about where to begin their exploration of this mysterious city.

“Wait.” Aizawa quickly cut in as the class's chatter died down. The students all looked to their teacher with pleading looks on their faces. Aizawa ignored the stares directed at him and focused on Kunikida. “Is it safe for them to be wandering outside?”

“There is no need to worry. Arrangements have already been made.” Kunikida replied. Aizawa and Toshinori immediately understood what arrangement the man meant. “So long as these kids don’t use their Quirks, nothing will happen.”

Aizawa stared at the blond for a long time.

The raven-haired man weighted the danger…only to quickly toss that out of his head.

Who was he kidding? They were in the danger zone the moment they all took this field trip and thrown right under the eyes of the world’s largest criminal organization. There was no way he could keep the children lock up for an entire week. They will have to go out and see Yokohama at some point whether he like it or not.

On top of that, Nezu had given him a long talk of not restricting the students before setting off...

“I won’t stop you kids from going outside,” Aizawa turned to the kids with an intimidating look on his face. That instantly made all of them shut up and give their homeroom teacher their undivided attention. “But you must all go together, or not at all. And I don’t care what your reasons are, no one is allowed to leave the group. If one person needs to use the bathroom, three others have to follow, understand?”

“YES!" They cheered.

“Aizawa-san, Toshinori-san, this way please.” The secretary called.

Giving the kids one last look, Aizawa and Toshinori followed the two agency members back to the bus. Toshinori spared a glance back as they left. He looked over the excitement on those children’s faces as they ran for their rooms to get ready.

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Arriving back at the Armed Detective Agency, the two teachers were showed to a meeting room.

“Please, have a seat.” Kunikida said as the secretary set down a pile of documents in front of the blond before leaving to let them talk in privacy. “Most of our jobs come from client requests and cases that may pop up from the police. As the President had said, your students will accompany us to observe our work. But before that, I need to get an understanding of them so that should anything happen, we can act accordingly.”

“And what do you expect to happen?” Aizawa questioned suspiciously. Something just wasn’t sitting right with him. His instinct was telling him there was more going on in this city than what it seemed on the surface.

“It is just precaution.” Kunikida replied, but the raven-haired man wasn’t convinced. “I have your students’ reports, but I would like to hear your input as their teachers.”

Aizawa and Toshinori looked over the papers in front of them. They were all detailed documents with the students’ photos attached to each one. There were descriptions of their strengths, weaknesses, Quirks, and personalities. 

“Where did you get these?” Toshinori’s brows furrowed as he looked through them, feeling uneasy that this agency got such sensitive information of their students.

“Relax, these were given to us by your principal.” Kunikida replied. “I need to make sure that these kids of yours won’t cause us any additional trouble. Especially these two.”

Kunikida gestured to two specific files with Bakugou’s and Mineta’s pictures stapled on top.

Aizawa was already feeling a headache coming. He wasn’t surprised by the man's concern about Bakugou. A lot of people were. Mineta, on the other hand, was one he didn’t expect yet probably should have.

“From what I gathered, this boy is very dangerous.” Kunikida said as he tapped his finger over Bakugou’s picture. “Just from our short interactions, I don’t need to read these reports to know that he has short temper and acts impulsively. As for the other one…”

His finger hovered over Mineta. There was a long pause before the blond man continued.

“…I frankly don’t understand the meaning behind his existence.”

The two teachers were unable to say anything back to that.

“If this Bakugou was a citizen of Yokohama, he would be put under heavy surveillance just for his personality alone never mind his powers.”

“I understand your concern.” Aizawa couldn’t remember how many times he had to repeat this line. “I can assure you that Bakugou has a high sense of justice—”

“That is not the issue.” Kunikida cut the Hero off. “Before you came, I looked over that interview you had after he,” he tapped at Bakugou, “was kidnapped by your world’s Villains.”

So they did saw that interview…

“Even those Villains believed he is better suited with them than as a Hero. Why do you think that is? This is not about whether or not they have a sense of justice; this is a matter of self-control. This is Yokohama, not your world. Your values of justices mean little here. This boy’s behaviour may not present an issue in your world, but here nothing will go his way. His rashness will only put the other kids at risk.”

“We understand. We’ll keep an eye on him to make sure he stays out of trouble.” Toshinori promised.

“I do hope so.” The way Kunikida looked at them clearly stated that he didn’t believe a word. “From what I can see, he doesn’t seem to be the type to listen to teachers either.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Aizawa gritted. Although he was a bit irritated by this interrogation—or that’s what it felt like—he nonetheless dipped his head politely.

“And give that other boy a stern talking about basic respect towards women.” Kunikida sighed, as if tired by just talking about this kind of subject. “I don’t want to get a call to go bail him out of jail for sexual harassment. Yokohama is very strict on that.”

“We’ll do that.” Toshinori sighed as well.

Mineta’s behavior was troubling indeed.

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 “…Mineta-kun?”

The group of students stared at the empty spot that Mineta was just at.

What happened?

What just happened?

One moment, Mineta was there and the next, he disappeared…

“Hey, bitch! What did you do?!” Bakugou demanded, glaring daggers at the girl standing right next to where Mineta was a split second ago.

Ah?!” The girl snarled, turquoise eyes fearlessly meeting the explosive boy’s. She patted her dress as if there was some sort of germ on there and flicked one of her thick, auburn braids over her shoulder. “That disgusting pervert was looking up my dress and you got the nerve to question me?!”

 

 

 

Chapter Text

None of the U.A students knew exactly how it had happened.

After the teachers left, they all went back into their rooms to get ready.

Midoriya, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Yaoyorozu, Asui, Sato, and Aoyama were the fastest ones to finish, as their appearances fit the normal criteria. As for Shouji, all he needed to do was to retract his extra limbs. Iida, Mineta, and Jirou took a bit more time, but their unique characteristics were simple enough to cover.

The rest had to look through the boxes of clothes Kunikida left them, seeing what they could use to mask themselves. The ones who had it worst were undoubtedly Ashido and Hagakure, for the two girls needed to smear foundations on their faces. They didn't know what to feel when they found that the blond-haired man had even prepared make-up in the box of clothes…

After they finished dressing up, the group headed off to begin their first exploration of Yokohama.

However, the moment they stepped out into the busy street, all of them froze. The first thing their eyes laid on wasn’t the people or the shops around them. It was five, sleek buildings dyed in black towering over the city.

“Woah! What’s that?” Kirishima said in awe as he stared at the building that looked completely out of place in contrast to the retro feel this city was giving off.

“Where did those popped out from?!” Sero gapped.

“We must have been driving away from those buildings, that’s why we didn't see it," Yaoyorozu explained, remembering back to the path they were talking. They had been going straight after all, so those buildings had been behind them the entire time?

“Ah!” Uraraka clapped her hands as a thought came to her. “Could those be the government buildings?”

“Gero, it’s possible!” Asui nodded, agreeing with her friend.

“Truly magnificent, they are overseeing the city itself! Look at how each of those buildings faced each part of the city!” Iida praised with stars in his eyes.

“Government buildings?” Midoriya looked over those towers. There was an odd feeling in his heart as he looked at those dark silhouettes. A call of his name snapped him out of thought as he looked down to see his classmates walking off.

Being surrounded by Old Humans was another very interesting experience. It was completely different from just observing from the bus. Just standing there within a crowd of people all having the same characteristic was very…strange.

It was a weird feeling none of them could describe, and it would be a lie to say that they felt comfortable. 

When the girls saw some beautiful kimonos being put on the display window, they wanted to go in and check it out, only to remember how none of them had Yokohama currency. So they continued on their journey, deciding to leave shopping for another day after they got the money.

That was when they came across a library.

The library wouldn't require any money and there won't be any clerks trying to introduce their products to them.  Thinking that perhaps they could find more information on Yokohama—especially Ability—everyone agreed to go in there.

And then it happened…

…Mineta-kun?

None of them could react in time. They didn’t know how it even happened.

“Hey, bitch! What did you do?!” Bakugou was the first to jump out as he screamed at the girl.

“Wait, Kacchan!” Midoriya quickly stopped his childhood friend by jumping between him and the girl. That girl…she definitely did something, but what?

What exactly happened that could make a person disappear within a blink of an eye without alarming any of them? Midoriya could only think of one—no, there was only this one possibility, but to think they’ll meet one so soon?

Ah?! That disgusting pervert was looking up my dress and you got the nerve to question me?!” The girl said through gritted teeth.

“You’re an Ability user.” Todoroki calmly spoke out the thought that was going through everyone’s head.

“So what if I am?” The girl’s eyes narrowed as she slowly looked through each of them.

“We’re very sorry!” Midoriya hurriedly apologized with a bow. After all, they can’t make a scene, especially after Kunikida specifically told them not to use their Quirks. Without Quirks, how could they stand up to the girl whose power was still unknown to them? And for all they know, she could be an ordinary civilian!

“Hey, Deku! What are you doing apologizing to that bitch?!” Bakugou roared behind him.

Iida also thought of the same thing as Midoriya and stepped up as well. “Mineta-kun didn’t mean it! He was just—”

Didn’t mean it?!” That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

The girl whipped around and pointed at the old ladder leaning against the bookshelf. “I was standing on that ladder trying to reach that book and he was standing right under me looking up and drooling!”

“Stupid Mineta!” Hagakure crushed her scream into a hush whine like many others. Though as much as they all wanted to shout at Mineta right now, they have to get him back first.

“Uh…I could get that book for you?” Sero tried helpfully.

“Who asked you?!” The girl exploded as Sero instantly raised his hands and backed away. Jesus, this girl’s temper was as bad as Bakugou!

“Then what can we do to have you give him back to us?” Jirou hastily cut in before the situation could worsen.

“You want him back so much?” The girl smirked as the air around her suddenly changed. The anger she was displaying on her face was gone in a blink of an eye, replaced by abnormal calmness. The sudden change in her was unnerving and had all the students unconsciously raised their guards against this one girl who couldn’t be that much older than them.

“How about you tell me who the hell are you and what do you want from me?” The girl spoke in an icy tone.

“W-what do you mean?” Yaoyorozu swallowed as her heart pounded. It can’t be that they’ve been found out already?

“Do you think I’m stupid? You’ve been following me for the past half an hour and into this book shop.”

“Hah?!” Ashido exclaimed, nearly exposing her face as she clumsily grabbed her scarf and pulled it up. Unfortunately, her gesture only made the girl’s eyes narrow.

“Why would we follow you?!” Kaminari shouted. “We don’t even know you!”

“Hold up! This is all a misunderstanding!” Kirishima tried to convince her.

“We just came in here because we wanted to look at some books!” Uraraka added. “We weren’t following you! Really!”

“Yeah, we’re not anyone suspicious!” Hagakure frantically said.

“No matter how I look at it you’re the most suspicious one.” The girl deadpanned as she glared at Hagakure who was currently the very definition of suspicious. “You’re Ability users, aren’t you?”

Huh?!

Of all things the girl might accuse them of, they were not expecting this.

“Why would you think we’re Ability users?” Yaoyorozu carefully questioned. She needed to approach this carefully. The girl's temper was short and currently, none of them has any idea what happened to Mineta. Without knowing anything, they can’t protect themselves if the girl suddenly uses her power on them.

“Don’t try to avoid my question. I’m going to ask you one last time.” The girl’s face twisted into the perfect balance of annoyance and anger. “Who. Are. You?

It was at this moment that the gravity of the situation finally hit them.

This girl was an Ability user—an Old Human with powers that they know nothing about. What’s more, the murder bleeding from her eyes was real. Having all experienced Villains first hand, all of them could tell that this girl wasn’t just a normal civilian. She was someone who could kill them without blinking an eye.

It was at this moment that they truly began fearing for Mineta’s safety.

“Yeah, we’re Ability users, what’s it to you?” Bakugou’s sudden declaration made his classmates looked to him in surprise.

Midoriya almost stumbled when Bakugou shoved him to the side. With his hands tucked in his pocket, his childhood friend began walking up to the girl.

“Bakugou-kun?!” Iida looked at the explosive boy as if he had lost it.

“Wait, Iida-kun!” Midoriya gasped, carefully standing behind Iida’s larger frame and gave a small tug on his shirt to stop him.

Iida paused in his step, but sensing that Midoriya didn’t want to draw the girl’s attention, he didn’t look back.

At the same time, Todoroki also discreetly positioned himself before his other classmates, using his body as a barrier to stop them from doing anything. The entire time, his eyes were on Bakugou who was getting closer and closer to the girl.

“You look so weak I wouldn’t even peg you for an Ability user!” Bakugou taunted as a vein on the girl’s head throbbed. “I don’t see why those bastards wanted us to bring you in!”

All of the students stared at Bakugou with a mixture of confusion and disbelieve. But even so, none of them stepped up to do anything, because they knew Bakugou must have something in mind—especially when he began talking nonsense.

“That’s right!” Kirishima joined in. Although he has no idea what’s going on, he was going to support Bakugou. “Let’s just hurry and just bring her in!”

“What did you say?” The girl glowered at Bakugou who now stopped right in front of her.

Midoriya swallowed. That’s right, this was the best chance they got right now.

From what he had analyzed, to be able to make Mineta disappear without even so much as moving could only mean that this girl’s power was something similar to teleportation. The girl must have moved Mineta to somewhere and confined him.

In other words, if they could also get the girl to use her Ability on them, then they will find Mineta.

“What a moron.” The girl snorted, the anger on her face lessened as she gave Bakugou a condescending look. This sudden change took them all off by surprise. "Whichever organization you're from, they must be desperate. I didn’t think armatures like you would exist in Yokohama.”

“What did you say?” Bagkuou gritted his teeth as he glared down the girl who didn’t even flinch.

“You want to taunt me into using my Ability and let you reunite with your friend, right?”

“Eh?! Was that right?!” Hagakure gasped as she looked at Bakugou. If they were capable of seeing her face, it must be one of pure shock right now.

…And then, their surroundings suddenly changed.

There was no warning at all. To Midoriya, it only felt like he had blinked and all of the sudden, the scene before him became foreign. He blinked a couple of times, staring at the magenta sky over his head before to the checkered floor he stood upon. It took a full five seconds before his brain reacted as chill crawled down his spine.

“…Eh?” Sero blinked as he did a double-take at the sudden change in their environment. 

“What the heck?!” Kirishima frantically looked around.

“What is this?” Uraraka whispered as she stared at the gigantic blocks, presents, ribbons, and balloons decorating the place. There was even a table and tea set. It was as if they arrived in a gigantic dollhouse or something.

“Hey bitch, where did you bring us?!” Bakugou snapped at the girl who was sitting on top of a stack of blocks, looking down upon them like tiny ants.

“This is my Kingdom.” The girl replied as she stood up with her hands laced behind her back. “Welcome to Anne’s chamber.”

“Could this be…Ability?!” Midoriya’s eyes dilated as he took in this space. Was this is an Ability? If so, then does that mean this girl’s power was to manifest an entire dimension and pull people in? Can something like that even exist?

“An Ability? But that’s…!” Yaoyorozu looked around in disbelieve.

“Impossible! There’s no way—” Iida couldn’t believe it as well.

"No, it's possible," Todoroki said as he carefully observed his surroundings, refusing to let go even the smallest bit of details. After all, Abilities aren’t Quirks. These are powers they’ve never heard of, it was only natural the effect would be something out of their knowledge as well.

Bakugou was putting on a confident smirk, but the droplet of sweat rolling down the side of his face betrayed what he was actually feeling.  

How could one person have the power to tear apart space and create a new one? Just who in the world was this girl?

“G-guys! Look at this!” Hearing Ashido’s shout, everyone turned to see Ashido standing by a white door. The door was designed elegantly, like those ancient western doors the kids remembered seeing in oversea movies. Despite its beauty, it was an odd place for a door to be, considering how there was nothing but the sky behind it.

“Come over here! Quick!”

“What is it?” Hagakure ran over, looking out the window on the door only to yelp in surprise.

One after another the students gathered by the doorway. When they peered out the window, they saw the library they were in just seconds ago. But that wasn’t what shocked them. The library has huge window panels, and through the glass, they were able to see the street and people beyond.

Everything—the car, the people, the birds in the sky—they were all frozen.

“Time…stopped?” Midoriya whispered in disbelieve.

“What is going on?! First, we're in a weird place that’s not even real and now the time stopped?!” Kaminari furiously scratched his head, unable to wrap his head around any of this nonsense.

“Hey! I thought this was the sky but it’s just a wall!” Sero’s scream had everyone looking over to see that their classmate got a hand against the eerie sky. To them, it looked like the boy was just hovering his palm in midair, but when they stretched out their hands, they were soon met with an obstacle. It was as if there was an invisible wall there, preventing them from going further.

Midoriya gasped as he looked around the rails surrounding this place, noticing how it was forming a square. This wasn’t a floating platform like he had originally thought.

This was a room, with the sky being the wallpaper!

They were trapped in a room.

Uraraka reached out, about to grab the door handle when the Ability user’s voice came from behind them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

They all turned to see the girl standing up from on top of those blocks.

“That door will take you back to the real world.”

Real-world—Midoriya committed those keywords into memory. He needed to hurry and figure out just what this girl’s power was.

“But once you go through that door, you will lose all memories of what happened in this space, including your little friend there.” She smirked, left hand resting on her hip while the other jabbing a thumb over her shoulder to another door on the other side of the room.

That door was like the polar opposite of the white door. It was the same western-themed door, except it was black. Also, the wall around the door looked like normal walls made out of ordinary bricks instead of the reddish-pink sky.

“Mineta-kun?!”

They all rushed for the other door. When nearing the girl, they were all wary, but the redhead just watched them as they passed by. Once they arrived safely without meeting any obstacles, they peered through the window and saw their lost classmate Mineta.

“Gero! Mineta-chan!”

“It is Mineta!”

“Mineta-kun!”

“What’s up with that creepy room?!”

Shouts resonated through the space as everyone called out to Mineta who was separated from them by a metallic door. The room behind the door got no walls, no ceiling, it didn’t even have floors! It was just pitched darkness with wooden hands stretching out of the abyss, gripping onto Mineta and suspending him in midair.

The boy’s eyes were wide with his eyeballs completely rolled to the back of his head. White foams were slowly flowing down from his open mouth, disappearing into the shadows beneath. Mineta was out cold, and by the looks, he had fainted from some sort of shock.

“I can’t open! It’s locked!” Iida gritted as he pulled the door’s handle with all his might.

“Move!” Bagkuou snapped impatiently. Tiny sparks dancing on his palm were the only warning before a strong, but carefully controlled explosion blasted against the door.

“Hey, Bakugou!” Kirishima gasped.

“Bakugou-kun!” Iida shouted. “Have you forgotten—”

“Shut up and use your brains, moron! Right now we’re trapped in that woman’s fucking power, you know what it means, don’t you?” Bakugou smirked widely despite his fingers twitching at the irritation of how the girl had insulted him before doing exactly what they wanted.

The woman had brought them in here to taunt them, but she just dug her own grave.

This space isolated from the rest of the world meant no one else but them are in this space and knows what happened here.

In other words, they can activate their Quirks without the fear of being found out!

Fortunately, the smarter students caught on fairly fast, though the dumber ones still looked rather clueless.

“Try as much as you like, but it won’t work!” A snide remark reminded them that the girl was still there, enjoying their futile attempt to save their friend. “The only way to open that door is with the key.”

The students looked down and indeed saw a keyhole on the door.

"Give us the key," Bakugou demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The girl didn’t look pleased by Bakugou’s attitude, but she snapped her finger as a golden key appeared, hovering in front of her.

“Here you go.” The girl waved her hand at the key. She smirked when no one made a move to take it. “What’s wrong? You wanted the key, didn’t you?”

Something was up. They all knew the girl wouldn’t give them the key so easily. Why would she pull them into this place otherwise?

“I’ll do it.” Iida stepped forward.

“Dude, this is obviously a trap!” Kirishima warned.

"Don't worry, if anything happens I can run," Iida muttered just low enough so the girl wouldn’t overhear as he began to approach her.

One step….two steps…three steps…

Twenty-seventh step.

Iida stood in front of the key and the girl. He watched the redhead carefully as he slowly reached out his hand before he felt Goosebumps crawling over his skin.

What was this feeling?

It was as if he was being watched, but it wasn’t the girl. He had kept his eyes on her the entire time! He didn’t see her do anything, so what—

“IIDA-KUN!”

Urgent cries of his name snapped him out as the engine in his legs roared. With breakneck speed, he darted to the right, aiming to get away from the girl.

However…

“Too slow.”

Iida only saw shadow covering his eyes before what felt like walls slammed into him from both sides, completely immobilizing him.

“IIDA-KUN!” Midoriya, as well as many others, rushed forward towards Iida the instant they saw that…that thing materialized out of nowhere.

BAM

The black door that wouldn’t open no matter how hard they tried now slammed open on its own.

“KYAAAA!” Koda’s high pitched scream was what made them risk glancing away from Iida, looking behind just in time to see Koda—engulfed by wooden hands—got dragged back into the darkness.

“Koda-kun!”

“Gero!” Asui croaked as she—who was second last in the group and closest to the doorway—got caught by those hands as well.

“Tsuyu-chan!” Uraraka shouted as she jumped back and grabbed her friend’s ankle just as Asui was being pulled back. Like snakes swarming into prey, wooden hands snaked around her boy, gripping onto her limbs to immobilize her with another hand grabbing her by the throat, causing her to choke.

“Uraraka-chan! Tsuyu-chan!” Midoriya shouted, digging his heel into the floor as he sharply changed direction—only to be met face to face with Iida.

The green-haired boy's face twisted between horror and shock as he stared at the class president who was being tightly squeezed between a pair of giant wooden hands. And right there, hovering in front of him was an ugly doll with hair similar to the Ability user girl.

“Midoriya!” Seeing how their target had disappeared, Todoroki spun around to find Midoriya coming face to face with that weird floating doll. However, his attention was soon grabbed by the screams coming from the far back.

Stomping his left foot down, a pillar of ice shot across the room and towards the endless hands coming out from behind the door. To his shock, his ice barely held those hands stilled for three seconds before it shattered, leaving behind no damages to those wooden hands as they reeled in Asui and Uraraka.

At the same time, Midoriya had leaped up, first thrusting towards the doll’s face as he screamed, “Let him go!”

The loud sound of impact practically shook the room.

But…that was all. Just the sound that indicated the amount of strength he had used.

Midoriya stared in horror at that doll whose face didn’t even have the slightest bit of scratch.

How?

Even if he held back in fear of Iida getting caught up, he still used quite a bit of his strength. So how?

“Get away! Don’t worry about me, Midoriya!" Iida managed to choke out before smaller wooden hands grabbed onto him. The doll let go and instantly Iida was pulled towards the door. Being pulled along were Ashido, who was screaming as she kept releasing acid over the hands, but her acid only rolled off them like harmless water.

“I got you!” Sero shot out his tape, wrapping it around Iida’s ankle as Sato grabbed Sero’s tape and pulled with everything he got.

From another, Kirishima and Kaminari were grabbing onto Ashido’s hands as they tried to pull her free.

Tokoyami was using his dark shadow, desperately fending off the hands while protecting Hagakure who was hastily peeling off the layers of clothing on her body.

Shouji had grabbed onto Jirou, running from the hands with Jirou constantly trying to counter the hands with high-frequency sound, but that too was useless.

Forgetting that he had a trench coat on, Ojiro tried to flick out his tail only to be restricted by the large coat. This moment of delay led to his swift capture along with Aoyama who was screaming at the creepy hands grabbing him.

“Think, there must be some way!” Yaoyorozu told herself repeatedly.

With her Quirk, she could easily conjure a metal cuff over where the area where the hand grabbed her. By enlarging the cuff, she could easily slip out of those hands’ grasps, but if this continues she will reach her limitation very soon. She has to think of something before that happens. There must be a way for them to escape this place!

“Everyone!” Midoriya gasped, deciding to ignore the doll for now as he ran to save them. That was the biggest mistake. Midoriya had been way too confident with his speed. With Full Cowl enhancing all of his body’s physic, he hadn’t considered the fact that the doll would still be faster than him, given how when the doll went after Iida it was still at a speed he could follow with his bare eyes.

Midoriya was halfway across the room when the doll just appeared in front of him as if it had teleported. The green-haired youth tried to dodge, but he was too slow. He could only manage to free his right arms just before the doll’s hand came down on him, holding him within its iron grip.

“SMASH!” He roared, this time putting his all as his fist slam down into the hand gripping onto him. The sound of impact was deafening as the force of his punch created a blast of wind throughout the room.

The result was the same as before. Midoriya couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked down at the perfectly undamaged wooden hand. How was this possible?!

“BASTARD!” Bakugou roared, evading the hands trying to snatch him from midair and with a blast of explosions, he shot down like a rocket. He was aware of Midoriya’s predicament. Pretty much everyone was after the boy made a ruckus like that. But Bakugou’s priority at the moment was the save the others first, as they were the ones in danger of being locked away. 

It was fortunate that whatever that disgusting doll was, it was preoccupied with Midoriya. He held out his hands, about to blast those wooden creeps into charcoals when a strong force slammed into him from behind.

“Kacchan!”

“Bakugou!”

Midoriya’s and Todoroki’s shout sounded distant as Bakugou’s eyes spun from the impact. His head felt faint, there was even a weird ringing in his ears as the air was forcefully knocked out of his lungs. When Bakugou looked up, he came face to face with that disturbing doll. Its large hands were holding him so tightly that he couldn’t even budge an inch.

“The fuck?!” Bakugou painfully twisted his neck, managing to get a glimpse behind him to see that Midoriya was still being held by the same doll.

“Two dolls?!” Midoriya was equally as shocked as he stared at an identical doll gripping onto Bakugou.

“Damn it!” Bakugou growled as explosions began to go off from beneath the doll’s hands. At first, Bakugou had assumed with these explosions, even if the doll refused to let go he would still be able to blast its fingers off. It was wood, after all, and wood’s weak against fire. However, as time passed and explosions were repeatedly fired, the doll’s hand was perfectly fine without any hint of damages.

That was when realization dawned on Bakugou.

That this monster was immune to his attacks! No, no just his…perhaps this thing is immune to all of their attacks. But how the fuck was that possible? It didn’t make any sense!

On the ground, Todoroki was captured as well. He had been skidding across the rooms, sending blasts after blasts of ice at the hands coming at him to stop them momentarily. He had already found out how fire does nothing to these wooden hands. As he ran, he also used his ice in an attempt to slow down all the other hands, to buy his classmates some time.

In the end, he too was captured. He froze his left his foot firmly against the floor, stopping the pull of his hands as he let his continuously flow at the hands, doing whatever he could to stop them.

On the sideline watching the ruthless battle, the red-haired girl who was seemingly forgotten by the entire class watched the battle unfold. Instead of looking pleased or happy that she was winning, the girl had a really deep frown on her face. Her brows were furrowed as green eyes scanned over these kids.

A boy had…tapes for arms…

Fire and ice…

Explosions…

Sound…

Enhanced physic…

Aside from the elemental and explosion that are somewhat mediocre, what kind of useless Abilities were the rest of those?! Actually, were those even Abilities? She has never seen anything so pathetic in all of her life, and that was a lot considering how useless her own Ability was.

“…!”

Sensing something approaching her, the red-haired girl speedily jumped to the side, just as she felt something flew right past her, creating light wind brushing against her cheeks. And then…that invisible attack came with a weird sound effect…

“Hiyaaa!”

The girl took half a second to get over her surprise before instantly reacting. With a spin, she thrust her leg out and felt her foot sinking into something that weirdly felt like the flesh of a human.

“Geeeh!” The thing was only able to grunt out this much before wooden hands wrapped around it and immobilized it.

The red-haired girl stared at the wooden hands gripping onto her invisible attacker. The wheels were slowly turning in her head as she noticed a pile of clothes discarded in the corner of the room.

The girl’s turquoise eyes widened as something she neglected to consider hit her.

Quirk?!

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“Seriously,” The red-haired girl—whose names was Lucy—slammed down a mug of matcha latte in front of Midoriya. “If you just told me right off the beginning I wouldn’t have to go through all that trouble!”

“S-sorry…” Midoriya muttered meekly. He wrapped his hands around the warm mug and took a shy sip.

Lucy crossed her arm, letting out a huff as she looked over the quiet group of kids filling the small pastry shop. All the tables in the shop had to be pushed together just to fit all of them in. There was a dejected atmosphere around them—so much that Lucy didn’t feel like lecturing them anymore.

“Well…I suppose I’m at fault as well, so let’s just called it even.” She sighed before her eyes sharpened and glared daggers towards a particular boy with balls as head huddled in the corner. “Be grateful I didn’t lock that thing with Anne for the rest of the week!”

Ever since getting out, Mineta hadn’t spoken at all. He just curled up in the corner, hugging his knees close to his chest with his eyes practically budging out as he mumbled a string of incoherent words. No one dared to ask the boy just what in the world happened during their short time of separation, so they all just let him be.

"We're very sorry about his behaviour!” Iida—the ever so responsible class president—immediately shot out of the chair and bowed a perfect ninety-degree to the girl. "We’ll be sure to give him a stern talking after!”

“We’re sorry!” Yaoyorozu—the vice-president, followed as well.

With the two representatives setting an example, the rest of the students hurriedly followed—all but Bakugou who was fuming as he stabbed at his pancakes.

“L-Lucy-san!” Midoriya spoke up hesitantly. “About what happened back there…about our Quirks…”

“Ah?” Lucy looked over to the timid boy—who hadn’t looked so timid before when facing Anne. It wasn’t hard for her to understand what he’s asking.

“Don’t worry,” She said flatly. “I don’t make it a habit to blabber. What goes on here isn’t any of my business.”

“Thank you so much!” Uraraka let out a breath of relieve.

“Thank you, gero!”

“Yes! Thank you!”

“Thank you, Lucy-san!”

“Enough with the thanks.” Lucy snapped impatiently. The girl didn’t seem like she was used to having so many people thanking her. She walked behind the counter and began piling different kinds of cookies onto a plate.

“So uh…Lucy-san, is this café yours?” Uraraka asked as she looked around the cute décor of the store.

"No, I just work part-time here," Lucy stated flatly.

"Then is it okay for us to be here?" Hagakure wondered worriedly. After all, the moment Lucy brought them in, she had locked the door and closed all the blinds, making it impossible for anyone to see what’s going on inside the shop.

“The shop was closed for the day anyways.” Lucy set the plate in the middle of the table, earning a round of thanks. “And you’re all paying, so why would I have a problem with it?”

The redhead then went back to the counter, returning with a cup of steaming tea and a large Daifuku, cleanly cut in half to reveal the red bean and the deliciously ripe strawberry inside. She set it in front of Todoroki, taking the boy by surprise.

“I didn’t order this.” He told her.

“It’s on the house.” Lucy gave Todoroki a look before she grabbed a rag and began wiping the counter.

“What?!” Kaminari’s jaw dropped at the unfair treatment. “Is it the face?! Is that it?!”

“Yo! The pretty boy got charms!" Sero teased, though the person being teased had no idea what that meant.

To the corner of the room, Mineta’s mumbling got a tad louder, though no one but Jirou notice as she gave him a weird look.

Bakugou grumbled from the end of the table as he shoved another piece of pancake into his mouth.

The other students may not have seen it, but Todoroki did.

Although the girl’s eyes were seemingly meeting his, the half-fire half-ice Quirk holder felt her gaze lingering on his burnt scar. He almost touched his scar out of reflex but caught himself in time as his hand paused halfway. Changing the direction of his hand, he reached out, gently picking up the wooden fork and stabbing it into the soft Daifuku.

“Thank you.” Although he wasn’t sure what the girl's action meant, she gave him free food, so he must thank her. Lucy just kept on cleaning, showing no acknowledgment that she had heard him.

"Lucy-san," Yaoyorozu called. When Lucy just continued with her work without even lifting her head, the raven-haired girl realized that she was listening and waiting for her to continue. “Your Ability is really amazing. I’m wondering if all Ability users are as strong as yourself?”

“My Ability’s amazing?” That made Lucy paused. With her back turned to them, none of them could see what expression she was making.

“Yeah, it was super awesome!” Kirishima shouted in excitement. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“To make a whole new dimension like that is unreal!” Kirishima added.

“And you can even stop time!” Hagakure added.

“Your dolls were really strong as well! None of us could even damage it and there were two of them! Does that mean you got more of them?!" Midoriya greedily asked, wanting as much information as he could get with stars in his eyes.

The redhead straightened, dropping the rag before she turned around to face them. All of their praises died on their tongue when they saw the deathly stoic look on the girl’s face.

"There's nothing amazing about my Ability." She finally said, turquoise eyes tainted by a mixture of anger, sadness, and jealousy. “I envy you kids. I bet your Quirks are considered top-notched in your world.”

“How can that be?!” Iida looked offended that Lucy was selling herself out so short. "I've never even imagined a power like yours could exist in this world! With a power like that amazing, you could—!”

“Abilities aren’t the same as Quirks!” Lucy cut him off angrily.

Silence filled the room as everyone stared, shocked by her outburst.

“For you to be able to say something like that must mean I’m the first Ability user you’ve come across, huh?”

The students nodded mutely, not daring to speak, fearing it might anger the girl even more. Lucy almost wanted to laugh at how carefully they were behaving. She stared at those naïve and clean gazes—something that doesn’t exist in her world.

This was why she hated those outsiders.

“How did you guys even get to Yokohama?” She finally asked the question that’s been bothering her the entire time. At first, she thought these kids might have secretly snuck into Yokohama, but now that she thought about it, with their weak powers and low brain cells, they wouldn’t even be able to get in let alone survive a second within Yokohama.

"We're here on a field trip," Jirou answered.

“Field trip?” Lucy blinked. That was not what she had expected. 

“We’re from U.A High School. Er…it’s a school for Heroes.” Ojiro explained.

“I know what U.A High School is.” Lucy retorted. She looked around the kids before her eyes landed on a certain explosive boy. “…I thought you looked familiar! Weren’t you that brat that got kidnapped by those Villains?”

“AH?!” Bakugou hollered, the fork in his hand bending from the force he was applying.

The rest of the class tensed up, ready to jump on Bakugou the moment the boy loses control and jumps out to scream in the girl's face. After all, this topic was a sore spot for Bakugou, and for people to constantly bring it up to his face like this…they wouldn't be surprised if Bakugou literally explodes in rage.

To their surprise and relief, Bakugou just gritted his teeth and kept his bottom glued to the chair. His body was body shaking in rage but he just continued to stab his pancakes with his mutilated fork.

“W-we’ll pay for that!” Midoriya hurriedly said to Lucy whose brow had twitched when the boy had ruined the fork.

“Wait, how did you know about that?” Iida gasped once he reacted to what the girl had said. “With Bakugou and…”

“TV of course.” Lucy arched a brow as she pointed to the flat-screen television hung on the wall.

TV?!” The group shouted.

“So? You’re telling me the Port Mafia let you in because of a field trip?” Lucy asked, having no interest in explaining to these kids how television works.

“Uh…yes.” Uraraka nodded, still trying to get over the fact that there are televisions in Yokohama possibly broadcasting news from the outside world.

Lucy almost wanted to retort and tell them how it’s impossible, but when she saw those honest gazes staring at her, she felt every single hair in her body standing up unpleasantly.

“You’re kidding me.” She muttered.

These kids were serious.

These Quirk holders—Heroes-in-training—came to the city of Ability users—a city filled with criminals—with zero knowledge of what they’re in for?! Are they stupid?! 

“Is something wrong?” Midoriya looked at the girl in concern, feeling that something wasn’t right.

“Is something wrong? Are you idiots?!” Lucy looked at them in disbelief. “You should consider yourselves lucky you’re still alive!”

“W-what do you mean?” Hagakure asked.

“Since you outsiders just arrived, you wouldn’t know, but the underground is a mess right now!”

“By underground do you mean the Port Mafia?” Tokoyami asked.

“Did you really think the only criminal organization in this place is Port Mafia?” Lucy huffed. “Seriously, you guys don’t’ know anything and you still dared to come in here?”

The students couldn’t say anything back to that. They knew coming in here was dangerous, but after everything they saw, they sort of just brushed the danger aside despite knowing that this place was controlled by the Port Mafia.

“There are two worlds in Yokohama.” She stretched out a hand, gesturing to the blinds protecting them from the views of the outside.

“Ordinary people,” She then brought her outstretched hand and gestured to herself. “And Ability users. Ordinary people know the existence of Ability users, but that's it. Unless it’s those who have ties with the underworld, Ability users never interfere with them.”

"What do you mean they don't interfere?" Iida frowned, not understanding what she meant. After all, they lived in the same city, how could they not interact with one another? “Wouldn’t there be Ability users using their powers for evil?”

“There’s no good or evil in battles with Ability users.” Lucy scoffed. “Don’t put us on the same level as those Villains of yours.”

“But evil is evil and good is good.” Asui pointed out. “There’s always a difference, gero.”

“Oh?” Lucy looked down on them like looking at some five years old. “Then what’s evil?”

“Like robbing a bank!” Ashido shouted, eager to bring up the first example. After all, bank robberies were extremely common in their world. It was one of the most frequent crimes. "If you have so many Quirkless—I mean, ordinary people, wouldn’t it be easy to rob a bank?”

“And?” Lucy didn’t look impressed as she put her hands on her hips. “Why would anyone rob a bank?”

"Uh…because they want money," Kirishima replied as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“Why?”

“Get rich of course.” The lightning boy gave the girl a weird look. Why she was asking such obvious things?

“Ability users have no interest in such materialistic things as only getting rich," Lucy replied. “If they do want money, they get it through their own powers, not something as petty as robbing a bank. Do you really think robbing a bank would give you that much money? There’s no Ability user anywhere in the world that would do something so stupid. You brats live in an easy world. You’re all pampered the moment you’re born, that’s why you have Villains going after something so pointless.”

Midoriya’s eyes widened at Lucy’s use of words.

Ability user anywhere in the world—he was certain that was what she had said.

“Lucy-san.” Midoriya didn’t know why it never occurred to him before. Her name and looks were obviously not Japanese. Yokohama has been sealed for centuries—even if there were foreigners at that time, it was unthinkable that there would still be any left after so many years. “Where did you come from?”

That grabbed the rest of the class's attention as they looked at Lucy with a mixture of confusion and shock.

"America," Lucy replied easily, not even going to hide the fact that she was not from Yokohama.

“Wait, you’re American?!” Kirishima gasped.

“There are Old Humans and Ability users in America?!” Uraraka shouted in surprise.

“…Who knows?” Lucy wondered as well. “As far as I know, we’re the last ones in America.”

“Did something happen?” Yaoyorozu was hesitant to ask, fearing she might have asked something improper.

“No, our populations declined, that’s all.” Lucy sighed. “There are still some organizations surviving in other countries with strong Ability users holding the organizations together, but sooner or later they’ll be wiped out through time. Not all of us were able to preserve an entire city like Yokohama, it’s only natural we’ll slowly die out.”

“If population is a problem…why not just live in the open?” Yaoyorozu asked. “I’m sure the governments of any country will be glad to have you!”

"…Are you serious?" Lucy's eyes were dilated as she stared intensely at the ponytailed girl. "Do you even know what you people will do to us when we reveal ourselves in the outside world?!”

Lucy didn’t give Yaoyorozu the chance to respond. She just continued on.

“I’ll tell you what! We’ll be captured, experimented on and those with Ability will be used by your governments as tools!”

“We wouldn’t do that!” Iida immediately argued.

Lucy laughed. “Are you stupid or are you just ignorant of how the world works? You’re all what, sixteen? Are you seriously telling me that you don’t think your government will try to capture an alien species if they suddenly appeared within their arm’s reach?

“Alien?” Ashido looked at Lucy weirdly. “What alien?”

“It’s a metaphor.” Lucy deadpanned. “I’m saying that to your people, we might as well be aliens—although it’s you people who are the aliens.”

“What are you talking about?” Kirishima asked, unable to follow her words at all.

“You kids kept calling us Old Humans. Did you seriously think after so many years, we're still the same species?"

"Lucy-san…could it be that you know how Quirk came to be?" At Uraraka’s question, everyone looked at Lucy with surprise in their eyes. After all, this was humanity's biggest mystery of all time. Through years, there were only speculations, but no scientists have ever confirmed the truth behind the appearance of Quirks.

"It's not some secret," Lucy replied.

“Then can you tell us?!” Uraraka pleaded.

“Yes, we want to know too!” Yaoyorzu nodded frantically. 

“It was a virus brought into earth by a meteor," Lucy explained. “A meteor entered the earth’s atmosphere, but it dissolved into pieces from the force so the people at the times didn’t think much about it. In truth, that meteor was carrying a weird type of virus from outer space. When the meteor dissolved, the virus quickly spread throughout the earth’s atmosphere and became the air people breathed. I’m sure you can imagine what happened after breathing in these viruses for five continuous years. In those five years’ time, the virus spread through the body and that was what sparked the first change in humans and caused them to develop mutations.”

The students listened with their jaws hitting the floor. Outer world virus?! That was where Quirk came from?

“You can’t count on the governments to do much," Lucy said mockingly. It was clear she harboured no love for governments. “The only ones that acted were different Organizations scattered around the world in the underground. Whatever those viruses were, they got no effect on Ability users. Being the only ones still able to maintain order and with Ability users that have immunity, each organization separated themselves from the rest of the world. Some created a literal underground world while others sealed themselves within a barrier like Yokohama.”

“But wouldn’t you still breathe in the air, gero? You said it took five years before the mutation fully started, correct?” Asui asked.

“They developed a vaccine," Lucy replied. "I don't know which country's organization developed it first, but one of them created a vaccine to counter the virus within a year after Quirk began to appear. In early stages, while the virus still hasn't taken root, it was still possible to kill it and revert humans back to normal. For a price, that organization sold the formula to other organizations. That’s why we’re still able to keep our genes clean from the invasion of viruses.”

“Wait, but if those people had the cure, why didn’t they give it to the government?” Iida furrowed his brows in disapproval. “Wouldn’t that save the world from falling apart?”

Hah?” Lucy looked at the glassed boy as if he was stupid. “Why would they do that?”

“What do you mean why?” Iida whispered. “For the sake of the world, of course!”

Lucy almost laughed at that dumb remark. No, actually, she did laugh. It was a sarcastic laugh as she looked at Iida as if looking at a moron.

For the sake of the world.” She parroted. “Here’s something to keep in mind while you’re here. Whether it is Ability users of the past or now, we don’t care about the world.”

She leaned close to Iida, towering over him and making him shrink back as maniac rolled off her body.

“Before the appearance of Quirks, Ability users were dangerous and deemed by the public as threats. I just said the underground. Do you think organizations with Ability users were lawful ones? If I was in your world I’d be branded as criminal as well.”

“Did you do something bad, Lucy-san?” Hagakure swallowed hard as she looked at Lucy.

“When we came to Yokohama, we also tried to burn this entire city to the ground," Lucy said so casually that no one would think there was anything wrong with her sentences until the words registered into their brains.

WHAT?!

“To be precise, the one who wanted to burn down Yokohama was my old boss.” Lucy clarified. “Well, lots of things happened. Right now I’m just another resident in Yokohama.”

“Y-you tried to murder an entire city?!” Aoyama was hysterical. No one could blame him though, as they were all reeling from shock.

“W-wait! If you’re some sort of terrorist…shouldn’t you be arrested?” Kaminari gapped.

Lucy arched a brow at how the boy called her a terrorist. That was a new one. “I got their citizenship.”

“That’s not what I meant—they gave you citizenship after you tried to burn their city?!”

“That was in the past. Besides, it wasn’t like the plan succeeded. The Port Mafia shut us down before we can get there. So anyways, do you understand now?” Lucy dismissed the panicking kids, not interested in talking about the past.

“After so many years, the virus has merged with your DNA, creating completely new ones different from real humans. It’s only our appearance that looked similar, but we’re already two separate species. We had been since hundreds of years ago after the virus took root. Do you ever wonder why Abilities doesn’t exist in the outside world? Like Quirk that never manifest on Ability users, Ability will never manifest on Quirk holder. It doesn’t matter if they are Quirkless, because Ability only occurs in humans."

The kids fell silent after hearing the end of the story.

 Sure, they were shocked at the origin of Quirks, but they were listening with the mindset of hearing just an old story—a truth that no one in the outside world has discovered yet. The thought of being aliens never occurred to any of them or affected them in any way.

Perhaps it just hadn't fully sunk in yet, as the story sounded too surreal and distant for them to link it to themselves.

“Can we ask…uh…how did the Port Mafia…?” Yaoyorozu began hesitantly. The moment the girl mentioned the Port Mafia, that had become the center of their attention. After all, this was a valuable chance for them to know the enemy.   

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Lucy picked up her rag and began cleaning again. “We were completely crushed, that’s all. As far as I know, only me and three other people survived—the rest were all killed. Though the other girl that was close to my old boss believed he was still alive and went off looking for him.”

To say the kids were more shocked by how she so casually talked about her comrades’ deaths than knowing the origin of Quirk was an understatement. How could she act as if she was just talking about the weather? She didn’t even show the slightest bit of remorse, anger or sadness over their deaths.

“Do you hate the Port Mafia?” Uraraka whispered softly.

“No.” Lucy still had that not-my-problem tone. “It was our loss. That’s how things work in the world. There’s no point in resenting over anything. The loser dies and the winner lives.”

Her attitude and tone sent a chill down all the kids’ backs. How could she say this? What exactly did she go through to make her say something like that as if it was completely natural?

“Besides,” Lucy continued, “it wasn’t like we ever had a chance of winning. From the beginning to end, everything was in the palm of that person’s hand.”

That person?” Tokoyami spoke for the first in a long time.

"The boss of Port Mafia," Lucy replied.

“Did you meet them? The boss of Port Mafia?” Midoriya wore a serious expression as he stared at Lucy. The shyness he had when he first sat down in the shop was all gone by now.

“Never mind the boss, we never even saw any of his executives.” Lucy snorted as if mocking herself from that time. “Not a single one of them appeared when we invaded Yokohama. He only sent out his successors and their underlings to deal with us. From the very beginning, we were used by the Port Mafia boss to train his successors.”

“Successors?”

The kids looked around one another.

“That’s why I said you guys got here at a bad time.” Lucy turned to them with a solemn look in those turquoise eyes. “The Port Mafia boss announced that he will choose the next boss of Port Mafia by the end of this week. There are two successors. The last to stand will become the next to lead Port Mafia. After that announcement, everyone in Port Mafia started choosing sides. The underground is also a mess right now with various organizations plotting to use this chance to overthrow the Port Mafia. A war is coming.”