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We cannot let it continue

Why must we stand around longer?

There are less

And that’s why we must do this

We kept control

But no longer if we don’t act

Allow us to judge them again

Their hubris will lead them to demise

We should not do this

They have devolved into a singularity

We must remind them

There is nothing to remember, only an end

Humanity lost their curse

And yet amongst them they live

…I have a set of rules…

For us to judge them appropriately

You must find them first

Only once every single one is dead

Shall I see if humanity is still worth of my love

Do not dare get ahead of my word

Or consequences shall be given

But this time, do not fail me

This time, don’t let it repeat

This time

KILL AGITO

As the green-haired boy woke up, his eyes were stunned by the blaring light of the sun coming in from the window, making him clean his eyes while trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was confused, honestly, he didn’t know what more to do as he cleared his eyes and tried to stand up.

His body was tired, too tired to move around and do much, but at the end of the day he had to manage. Standing up and walking off towards the bathroom, he needed to get himself clean soon enough.

Looking in the mirror, the green-haired boy smiled briefly, it was a blurry view, but it wasn’t that bad for him.

“Just another year of school… Come on, Izuku, you can manage.” The boy whispered to himself, washing his face just enough before reaching to the side, grabbing a pair of glasses and putting them on while trying to ignore his headache.

Looking at the mirror once more, there it was, a greenette with diamond shaped freckles, a face recognizable with ease even tho for the standards of his world he is… rather plain looking.

He didn’t like to argue about that, apart from basically winning nothing out of it, it wasn’t worth it getting in trouble with. Stepping out of his bathroom and towards the nearby closet, the boy grabbed a uniform and put it on quickly, stepping out of his room and walking towards the kitchen, getting a hold of some stuff and beginning to eat in a quiet manner.

It was quiet in his apartment, not a single noise other than him munching on his food was heard across the place as he kept on eating. His eyes looked towards the clock to see it was still very early, so he couldn’t help but wonder why exactly he was the only one awake.

He wasn’t going to bother anyone though; the last thing he wanted was to piss off anyone at a time like this. He just kept on eating in peace, when he suddenly stopped, his eyes looked back at the clock to see the hour again and it made him think something.

“…I think I have time for it…” He said, taking one final bite from his breakfast before washing the dishes.

Once done there, he opened the fridge, checking to see what there was as he opened the door and grabbed a few things from it, beginning to cook up something. It really wasn’t much, but it was the least he could do while having time to spare before school and knowing that his family was still asleep.

“Dururu duduru…” Izuku kept on singing to himself, making weird noises to replicate the song as he kept on cooking, as he did so however, he could hear some distant movement. Someone had woken up.

The greenette didn’t stop singing while preparing the meal, the noise of a door opening echoed into the kitchen as he kept on cooking in peace. Izuku was unbothered really, no matter what happened he wouldn’t really break out of his concentration as he finished up the breakfast, suddenly, he felt something be placed on top of his head, making him turn around briefly and spotting who it was.

“Oh, hi Asami.” Izuku said, staring at the sleepy girl laying his head on top of him.

She looked really similar to him, it was kind of uncanny to an extent, honestly, but the biggest difference was found in their hair and height. While Izuku’s hair was short, Asami’s was longer, even better looking than him. The height, just the fact she was able to lay her head on top of his should say enough.

“I smelled some nice cooking… What are you making, Izu?” She asked a little groggy, cleaning her eyes as she hugged her brother. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Is nothing much, really, just American style pancakes.”

“Nice.” The girl said, smiling as she cushioned her face with her brother’s hair. “Why is your hair so fuzzy… It feels so comfortable…”

“H-Hey, knock it off, you’re gonna make hair fall in the pancake mix if you keep that up.” Izuku says, feeling embarrassed as he flips the pancakes. “And it’s all genetics and you know it.”

“Yeah… I guess…” The girl looked towards the clock, seeing the time. “It’s still pretty early, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m making this, but don’t you have classes soon too?”

“I don’t go back to school until next week. Grades were that good.”

“College sounds so much better than middle school at times.”

“Well, it’s not.” She looks back at her brother. “Want me to take you to School?”

“…While tempting, No, I’ll take my bike.” He looks at her. “I want you to rest appropriately.”

She scoffed at that.

“Mr. Fancy Pants as always bragging how he has a bike, and I can barely get enough to buy myself a meal.”

“H-Hey is not my problem I actually saved enough money for it.” Izuku says, only gaining a strike from his sister’s chin on top of his head. “O-Ow…”

“Don’t take it the wrong way, the fact you’re a good chef certainly helps you get a pay of sorts in your job, but you make me feel like I suck at MY job!”

“Well, is not the same stuff a teen has to buy than someone near adulthood, is it?”

“Don’t remind me.”

Asami kept hugging her brother, nuzzling with his hair and enjoying the moment as he kept on cooking pancakes.

“…So do you know what you’ll do once you enter High School?”

“…” He simply stayed silent, not really knowing what to say. Asami stayed silent too, she knew the answer, but she really didn’t know what more to say about it as she sighed.

“Very well. It’ll be hard, but I’m sure you’ll manage something somehow… But remember… If anything, you can still join the Academy with me. It’s not that bad.” Asami said, her tone was worried, to put it lightly.

“…I’ll think about it…”

“…” Her hug suddenly tightens, making the greenette let go off the spatula in his hands as he feels her lips next to his ears. “I love you, Izuku, but I… I’m beginning to find it hard to support you when everyone treats you how they do.”

“…I know, sis…”

“Please don’t get it wrong. I want to see you make your dream come true but…” Her arms only tightened even more around him, her face quivering with emotions as she held her brother. “…L-Look at reality. See what there is, and try to work with it, and while it’s good to dream big…”

“…It’s too big for me, isn’t it?” Izuku finished her sentence, only making her stop as he turned off the stove, laying down the pancakes in a plate that he lays down in the bar. “Your food’s ready, have at it.”

“…”

Slithering out of her hug, the older girl could only stare at her brother walking off. Letting him go felt cold, even colder felt her words as she hugged herself hating the words she said, but she just wanted him to be honest with himself. He knows it as well as her, but he doesn’t want to admit it. But how could he?

Why would he admit his dream is impossible as a Quirkless Person?

It stung her to think those words again. Her brother wasn’t guilty of this, the luck of the world was, the unfortunate turn of events in his life was, Izuku ended in life how he did not because he wanted, but because fate had other plans for him.

“…Please, to whoever is up there in the skies looking over us…” Asami could only bite her lip, while grabbing one of the pancakes. “…Just let him do something with his life…”

The green-haired girl took a bite out of the pancake, passing it down as she felt the still warm food go down to her stomach, almost bringing her to tears.

“…Ugh… You’re so good at cooking you make me jealous, Izuku.”

ORUDERA MIDDLE SCHOOL, SHIZUOKA PREFECTURE – 9:05 A.M.

 The greenette sat quietly at his desk, the usual headache striking him while writing down in his notebook. It had been a few minutes since the teacher applied a little apprehension test to all of them, it was an interesting little thing to do and, honestly, Izuku didn’t know what to make of it.

The answer he wrote to it made him a little uncomfortable, mainly because he already knows how the class will react if anyone hears what he wrote in it. Knowing this school by now, he was about to step into some serious problems the moment the teacher opened his mouth and mentioned what he wrote down, it was not unusual for him to be the target of everyone for the simple reason that he’s different in a very specific way. It was annoying to him, but he has grown used to it. Which aren’t the words he should be saying, of course, but that’s just how it is to him.

Izuku, right now, only wanted to get school over with so he could leave and go to his job. At least there he’s given a little respect for being a good chef, but it was such a small thing to do. He was to leave school and go to work, then make it home by 8:30 PM or 9:00 PM depending on the traffic.

But whatever, right now he wanted to focus on classes, even if the words of his sister kept on echoing within his head, the greenette wanted to simply work with this and move on. He had grown tired, to an extent words cannot describe well enough.

He didn’t know if it was the constant headaches he’s had for years, or if he simply has grown to understand just how cruel life is, but Izuku really has come to become someone who doesn’t like spending too much time in his Middle School. At times he’s hoped to skip classes and do something else with his time, but he knows that this school would probably eat him alive for doing so, they already didn’t give him a break for missing school while sick, so what would happen if he missed school out of his own volition?

Honestly, he didn’t want to find out. He’s better off focusing and trying to keep his head above water so-

“Oh, Midoriya is also going to UA? How amusing.” The voice of the teacher had a bored tone with a mocking undertone as he said this. Izuku froze at hearing this as he snapped out of his headache, feeling all gazes falling on him.

“…Really? Midoriya? Didn’t he like give up on doing that or whatever?”

“Honestly, he’s an idiot for even thinking he’ll make it near UA at all.”

“Ugh, not this guy again, is he stupid?”

“Probably gonna die in the Exam.”

“Yeah.”

“….” Izuku kept silent as he stared at his notebook, none of these words were anything new to him, but it didn’t mean they didn’t hurt to hear. But he knew what was coming, as such, he didn’t hesitate in taking off his glasses and sighing in defeat, because here came the fist of doom.

BOOOM!

His eyes were blinded by the flashing light and a cloud of smoke, he felt himself fall backwards and collapse onto the ground as he felt the skin in his face itching, any facial hair he had was burning away as he could only wince in pain after crashing into the floor.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing trying to take the test into UA, Deku?!” The voice came from an ash-blonde, one that even with this cloud of smoke in his face, Izuku could already see his angry face gazing upon him. “Didn’t have enough with the lesson I taught ya?!”

“…ugh…” The greenette struggled a little, trying his best to stand up before feeling the ash-blonde’s grip around his shirt grip onto him and pull him off the ground. Izuku could only see flashing lights as his ears kept on ringing, he tried his best to come to his senses as he kept on screaming towards him.

“I told you before already, but next time I’ll make sure you stay fucking blind if it means you understand where you belong!!” His growling was insufferable, his actions even more, and the fact the teacher was acting as if the threat wasn’t being given only made this more irritable to him. “So come on, Deku! Speak up and tell me what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“…j-just trying a little…” Izuku answered, his eyes slowly coming back to his senses while staring at him. “I-it sho-shouldn’t even bother you… Kacchan…”

“The fact you’re going for it means you think you’re in my level; that’s how it is isn’t it?!”

“…G-God I hate how you think…” Izuku muttered behind his teeth, his eyes staring at the ash-blonde. “It’s not that… I-I’m just not going to stand around like I can’t do anything…!”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong… You can’t do shit!! That’s why its repulsive to see you think you can even near UA!!” His red eyes glared towards the greenette, who only looked away. “Never in your years alive have you managed to do some good! And suddenly you think you can be above me?! That’s pathetic.”

“…I can cook…” Izuku said, half-jokingly yet serious as his eyes look back at the ash-blonde.

Bakugo stared at him, letting go of the greenette as he began to chuckle and point at him, making a few to stare at the greenette and laugh at his answer. Izuku clenched his jaw, because he knew what was coming.

BLAM!

“OOOUUUHH!!!” Most students could only yell as Izuku received a powerful haymaker to the jaw, making him collapse to the ground while feeling blood running down his nose. He was absolutely stunned by this, out of breath even, as Bakugo stared at the greenette beneath him.

“Try being a stand-up comedian, you’re already the butt of all jokes, so may as well make a living out of it!” Bakugo growled at him, Izuku at this point didn’t even know what to say.

“Ough…” coughing out in pain, the greenette stood up as he saw blood spill out and hit the desk, staining the open page of his notebook and the harness of his glasses. He hated this, and yet no matter what he did, it went nowhere.

“Dammit Midoriya! Go for a damn mop and clean your mess! Bakugo, at least next time hit him in the stomach! Is easier to cover up vomit than bloodstains!” The teacher yelled out annoyed, as Bakugou only scowled at this.

Izuku just nodded as he began walking off to get the mop. Cleaning his nose on the way out, the greenette stared at it as the itching from his nose began to slow down as he noticed something. Blood fell in the white shirt beneath his gakuran, he just groaned at this, realizing he’ll have to explain himself about it once he gets to work.

 “…someone please, make this day go by faster.”

NINOMARU, NAKA WARD, AICHI PREFECTURE – 10:50 AM

Tsukauchi didn’t know what to make of the scene in front of him, even less did he know what to say to the families of the victims. He was speechless to an extent; it was hard to process what was brought to his attention along with the investigation team.

“…How the hell did this happen…?” The man was confused, when he was called in, he never expected to see all of this.

“15 victims. Estimate says the murders happened around 12 to 11 hours ago in the middle of the night. There seems to be no relationship between the victims, no mobile interactions, online persona, nothing else yet to come up. Yet all of them ended like this.” An officer with a look similar to a bull said, he only stared at the files in his hands as he couldn’t even witness the sighting in front of him.

“…Any signs of struggle?” Tsukauchi asked, a little concerned.

“Nothing, it seems. The attack must’ve been so sudden that… none of them had time to react.” The same officer said, as the noise of a revving chainsaw echoed. “If it’s not much…”

“You’re free to leave, Kurosawa.” Tsukauchi said, as he grabbed the files from the bull officer who simply walked away while holding the need to puke. “…Not that I blame you…”

In front of him was a gruesome sighting, it was a tree with the massive roots of it being coated in the crimson color of blood. The trunk was filled with holes in a way similar to a honeycomb, though he’d argue it’s more akin to the result of a woodpecker’s work, as in said holes were gouged eyes. The branches of the tree were covered in dried blood and even a few pieces of skin tissue, while from the crown hung a total of 15 bodies, all mangled and ripped apart.

He didn’t know what to think of it, even less what to make of this situation. In his last few years working as an investigator, Tsukauchi has never seen something so horrid and inhuman like this before, he wanted to look away, but he needed to make sense of what he was looking at to understand what kind of sick degenerate could’ve done this.

When he was called in to see the situation, he never expected to be met with something like this. He could only take a deep breath and pray.

“…God… those poor kids that stumbled into this are going to need a lot of therapy.” Tsukauchi muttered to himself, all as his eyes looked back to the papers in his hand.

The only reason the names of the victims were already known was thanks to the pieces of skin laying in the branches, had it not been by it, he couldn’t help but imagine the painful process it would’ve been to even see this through. Part of the detective didn’t even want to know what the Autopsy would say, because if the sighting is gruesome, the act that brought it forth must’ve been even more.

Suddenly his phone vibrated, letting him grab it from his pockets and answer.

~Tsukauchi here. ~

~Dear god, what the fuck am I looking at, Tsukauchi. ~ The man on the other side of the line said, seeing the images he was sent about the case.

~*sigh* I’d like to know too, Eraser Head. But I needed you to look into the victims’ personal lives. ~

 ~I’m not the most ideal person to ask in this topic, y’know? Plus, what about asking family? ~ Eraser head asked, looking through the names in his phone, while in the distance the tired screams of people were heard.

~We tried. Most either said they weren’t associated with them anymore or haven’t interacted with them in decades, while the rest were orphans or widows. ~ Tsukauchi answers, seeing as the cleanup crew pulls down the first few bodies and wraps them in sheets.

~So, what are we getting here exactly? ~

~Any clue on who possibly could’ve killed them, or maybe an unknown connection between them. ~

~Y’know whoever this was, is probably more insane than we could imagine, right? ~

~I don’t even want to think about it. ~

~Don’t blame you. I’ll see what I can find in their homes, maybe they were a part of a group? What were their quirks? ~

~From what research says, they were all Quirkless. ~

~Great… So, for all we know this can overlap with our case on the Meta Liberation Army, or hell, open a case in the CRC. ~

~Liked to think otherwise, but for all we know you’re onto something. ~

Tsukauchi began to walk away from the tree. Keeping the call going.

~Still… The case can’t go anywhere right now. Autopsy could give us some answers, but I need you to look into their lives. Got it? ~

~Yes, but that may take a while. ~

~ Why do you…? Oh, right, First Day. ~

~I’ll do the usual, hopefully I’m out before the afternoon and have some answers by night. ~

~Very well, don’t hesitate to call me if anything comes up. ~

~Understood. ~

Ending the call, Tsukauchi sighed as his eyes looked back towards the scene, the crew was carefully removing the eyeballs from the trunk, making the man cringe at this sighting as he began walking off. As he did so, however, his eyes noticed something nearby. A camera.

His eyes stared at it as he neared the pole it was hanging from, letting him see who it belonged to. It was from the Gymnasium in the area.

The detective looked towards the entrance of it, making him walk up towards it and step in, quickly being met with an employee of the place and asking the obvious. It didn’t take much before he could step into the security room to review any footage. Maybe the camera didn’t capture that much, but anything he could get from it would be enough.

As Tsukauchi looked at the footage, his mind thought back to the scene outside in the tree, making him shake off the feeling of the situation. A part of him already knew things weren’t going to be good, but as he arrived at the estimate hour of the crime, his eyes stared at the screen with absolute horror, really, he was finding hard to make sense of what he was seeing in front of him but everything in front of him left something clear to him.

This was going to be a long case.

“…Where is All Might when you need him…”

UA CAMPUS, CLASS 1-A CLASSROOM – 11:11 AM

“E-Expelled?!”

The class was appalled at what they were hearing, their eyes looking at the black-haired man in front of them. His eyes were indifferent at their response, even if their faces showed horror to an extent, they all felt their hearts drop at hearing those words, even more did a light pink haired girl, who stared at her teacher with a sense of anger and disappointment. But not towards him, no, while those emotions were present on her, they weren’t targeted towards him, if not to herself.

Eraser Head was a rigorous and very logical man, he was very calculating, straightforward and seemingly fearless against whatever they threw at him, and as such, his words were even more painful. Because it was dead clear he was being honest to them.

“But you can’t do that sir!!” One of her classmates yelled out.

“Who says?” His voice kept a monotone tone, but it also seemed to be in a rush.

“Well, I…!! I assume the principal?!” That same student yelled out, only gaining a scoff from the teacher.

“Yeah, and guess who gave me the authority to deal with you kids however I wished?” It was hard to believe those words, but again, it was very clear that Eraser Head is very straightforward, so to the girl it was hard to argue against his words.

“S-Still… It doesn’t make sense…!! What did we do wrong?!”

“What did you do wrong? I wonder.” Those words only made the girl flinch, she knew he was about to bring a storm.

“None of you can cooperate with one another in the most menial of tasks, the hardest all of you tried in this exercise was in throwing a damn ball, none of you even have a good enough condition to get running a 50-meter sprint. And overall, you are nuisances that leave everything to their quirks. None of you have a talent of sorts other than that fancy power you were born with, and even then, half of you can barely use it at all. So, show me ANYTHING in this god damn world that makes you worth keeping around in a school trying to make you into the best when you can’t even TRY or ACT like you can do something.” Eraser kept his voice as low and calm as possible, not screaming at all, and that for some reason made his words harsher upon all of the students.

It didn’t feel like they were being scolded, no it felt like they were being cornered and beaten by how straightforward and calm he was being. This made all of them keep quiet, none of them had the willpower to speak up against the words of the Erasure Hero as he stared at them briefly.

“You may leave the School Premises; I will give all of you 40 minutes to leave before your ID is taken off the security system. If you’re still in the school after that, it will be considered trespassing and go straight to your records, Understood?” That suddenly shook up everyone. “Go.”

Most students didn’t hesitate after that, grabbing their backpacks and sprinting out of the classroom the fastest they could, while the light pink haired girl stood there frozen at these words. She really couldn’t believe it, years of her life preparing for this moment, all amounting to being expelled on the very first day of her dream High School.

She really didn’t know what more to say as her eyes stared at the ground, lost and still struggling to make sense of all that happened. Slowly, she began to move, grabbing her backpack and looking around, seeing a nearly empty classroom as all the students that remained were still shocked just like her or were crying about what had just happened.

As she began to leave, she couldn’t help but notice her teacher’s gaze focused on his phone at hand while scrolling through something. His face had changed from the stoic look of earlier, he looked much more… Frustrated and seemingly disgusted. The girl didn’t know why, and she was curious to know why that was his change of expression.

The problem is, curiosity won her over as her hand reached out to her earring, grabbing the ball of cotton hanging from it and pulling it. Her eyes looked at the ball in her hand before she enclosed it, soon after by lifting her hand, the ball of cotton moved softly before turning towards her with a face similar to a sheep. The ball had come to life.

“Mind seeing what he’s looking at…?” The girl asked the cotton ball in her hands, it nodded to her as it jumped off her hand. As it walked towards the teacher, she stepped out of the room and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she was seeing from the perspective of the little thing, feeing it tippy tapping its way up the wall and blackboard while looking at Eraser Head from behind. As it climbed, her eyes could see the screen of the phone, showing a few files and different names across them, all of them were unfamiliar to her, but it made her wonder why said names made him gain the reaction he had.

Suddenly, he switched from them, her eyes widening in horror at what she saw. It was a newer image of the tree, at least now with the bodies laid down and some of the cleanup crew in the process of taking out the eyes from within the trunk, which only made Shota Aizawa grimace further. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp, more like a scream really, to what she saw, making the Erasure Hero’s ear perk up.

Suddenly he turned towards the cotton ball, grabbing it and staring at it a lot to the dismay of the girl whose actual body collapsed to the shock of what she saw.

“This is… Cotton.” Aizawa said, looking towards the door and walking out of the classroom, spotting the girl covering her mouth and keeping that horrified expression, she gained. “Mawata Fuwa.”

Hearing her be called by the full name, she flinched as her eyes looked towards the Erasure Hero. His eyes narrowed as the cotton ball stopped struggling and went back to normal.

“…You saw, didn’t you?”

“…” She simply nodded at him; she genuinely didn’t have words to what she saw as Aizawa sighed in annoyance.

“Dammit with you kids… Always snooping in the adult stuff.” Aizawa said, crouching down next to her and handing her over the cotton ball. “What you did was very wrong, Mawata.”

“…I-I noticed your face… y-you were disgusted… and…” She really couldn’t finish her sentence; she was stuck within her own words.

“Look, I’ll only spare you the problem, mainly because I just expelled you and really, I don’t have much else to put you in trouble with.” The Erasure hero said, staring at her before muttering to himself. “At least you didn’t see the other one.”

The girl heard him, she genuinely didn’t want to imagine just how much worse this image actually was originally. Suddenly, he felt Aizawa grab her hand, softly pulling it before handing her over the piece of cotton she uses as an earring.

“The world is cruel… and time waits for no one.” He said, staring at her. “But sometimes, there is cruelty that teaches you exactly what you need in life. That… what you say is, no matter what anyone did, unjust cruelty… the darkest side of the world that you, as someone trying to become a hero, are destined to see sooner or later.”

“…”

“Hopefully it doesn’t have to be the kind of horrors I’ve witnessed, that keep me awake every night and make me look like the mess I am. But I’m going to tell you this to you, and only you…” His eyes looked at her, a surprising sense of assurance found behind them. “…You can prove me wrong, sooner or later, you’ll prove me you have the potential to break pass that cruelty. Because if there is something I believe in… is that the future your generation can create, can be one free of unwanted cruelty.”

“…” She tried to make sense of his words, it was a little hard, but at the same time a message was clear.

“Tell me, even with what you saw in my phone just now, will you give up or will you stand strong?”

“…I… I don’t know.”

“Then come back to me when you have an answer.” Eraser Head stood up, beginning to walk off as the girl could only stare at him, still conflicted about everything of just now.

Really, no matter what she did or what she thought, her mind was struggling about what had just happened in the last few minutes. It was hard for her to think straight, she really didn’t even want to think anything right now.

Fuwa decided to stand up, looking at the cotton ball in her hand briefly before putting it back in her earring. Right now, she didn’t know what to say or even think, but there was one thing she knew she needed.

Go somewhere to clear her mind.

Eraser Head looked back to the girl briefly, all before feeling his phone vibrate. It was Tsukauchi, and without much hesitation, he answered.

~What do you got for me? ~ Aizawa went straight to the point, as he heard the harsh breathing of the detective. ~Tsukauchi? ~

~Aizawa… This is much worse than we imagined. ~

~What is it? ~

~I got Camera Footage of the Event, I’m… looking at it right now. ~

~So, does that mean you know who the killer is? ~

~….~

~Tsukauchi? ~

~T-That’s the problem… Eraser Head. ~

~…?~

~I don’t know how they did it but… Nothing, and I truly mean NOTHING shows the Killer. ~

~…. ~ Eraser Head suddenly stopped on his tracks, looking towards the outside window in a panic.  ~What do you mean? ~

~It’s as I say…! All you can see is the killer massacre this people, tear their limbs, gouge their eyes! You see his actions but…! But…! ~

~…We cannot see him in the cameras. ~

The shock and panic in Aizawa’s voice was clear. This was much worse than anyone could have anticipated.

~When can we meet? ~

~I’ll be going back to Musutafu soon, the Police Department in Aichi doesn’t have the equipment needed to look deeper into this, but first I need to know the results of the Autopsy to make sure of one thing. I’ll most likely be there by sundown. ~

~Then you know where to meet me. ~

~Alright… God, what have we stepped into? ~ Saying this, Tsukauchi ended the call as Aizawa began to worry. The enemy was invisible to cameras, yet everything they did could be seen, what they just stepped into is the closest thing to hell he’s ever been to. And he didn’t like that.

But for some reason, deep within him, this felt familiar. Like he had heard of something like this before, but Aizawa simply couldn’t piece together the why that may be. He’s worked in hundreds of cases, so maybe it has to do with dealing with an invisible enemy before? But if that’s not it, then what is it? Why exactly does the enemy being unseen by cameras seem so… familiar?

“…This is going to be painful…” It was all he muttered to himself.

NEAR TATOOIN STATION, SHIZUOKA – 4:30 PM

“Can one become a hero without a quirk? No, I don’t think it’s possible.” The skeleton man, better known as Toshinori Yagi or even better as the No. 1 Hero, All Might, said to the greenette in front of him.

Izuku stood there, after a long day of school and getting many more threats from Bakugo including… You know what, never mind what happened in school. What matters is what happened afterward. Making his way out of the school, the greenette noticed his bike had its wheels popped and chain broken again, which left him the option of walking home, in the way there, a headache struck him once more and a villain made out of sludge suddenly struck trying to take over his body which ended with his bike destroyed.

All Might ended up saving him and he grabbed him, which brought them to the situation on the rooftop. Izuku had asked the question he’s always tried going against, only to end up learning the secret of All Might and being told the words he always knew.

 “If you do wish to help people, becoming a police officer is definitely an option.” Toshinori told him, as he began to walk towards the stairs. “People tend to mock police officers for their work and-…”

“I-I know… My sister is… Training to be one and… M-my dad was one.” Izuku answered, his voice was clearly broken as he clung onto the bottle in his hands. His tone made the man stop on his tracks, his eyes looking back at the greenette who bit onto his lips.

“…It’s not wrong to dream, Young Midoriya. It never is…” The man said, looking at the ground. “But sometimes, reality doesn’t allow such dreams to be a reality.”

“…I know…” He said one more, as he too began walking to the stairs before handing the bottle to Toshinori, all while trying to hide the tears covering his glasses. “Y-You almost dropped it when trying to pull me off you… I-I caught it before it was too late.”

Toshinori stood in silence, his eyes looking at the bottle now in his hands and back to the boy. He didn’t notice it at all during his leap, but the boy apparently did well enough, even while the wind was too much for him, that he stopped what could’ve been a really terrible mistake.

“I-I’ll get… NGH… AGGGH…!!” Izuku couldn’t finish his sentence as he stopped halfway through the stairs, his head slamming to the side of the wall while he struggled to bear with the chronic pain brought by the headache.

“Y-Young Man are you alright?!” Seeing this concerned Toshinori, who approached the boy and grabbed his shoulders as to not let him fall down the stairs.

“…Yeah… ugh…” Izuku could only rest against the wall, the stinging feeling of the headache was still ongoing, but it wasn’t as painful as other times. “I… I suffer headaches since I can remember… Do-doctors say it’s a consequence of stress and… aaah… trauma.”

 “I… see…” All Might stared at him, he was surprised by what he was hearing. His mind thinking back to years ago in his times as a kid. “…Young Man, you said you were Quirkless, right?”

“Y-Yes…? Why?” Izuku asked him, slowly feeling the headache come to an end.

“Well, is because… I once knew a quirkless fellow who suffered headaches like you. And similar to you, his headaches started since a very young age.” Toshinori said, his words had a lie here. That lie being that he didn’t know a guy, he was that guy.

Izuku stared at the blonde man, surprised at what he was hearing.

“Re-really?”

“Yes, if I recall correctly, he also told me he was given a diagnosis not too different from you.”

“…That’s… oddly similar.”

“Too oddly similar, if you ask me, young man.” Toshinori said. Could it just be a coincidence? Or was there more to this?

“…Could it be because he too was quirkless…?”

“…I don’t know, Young Midoriya. Maybe it was that.”

Izuku suddenly thought of something.

“Now that I think about it… All Might, sir, have you ever seen a person with a Quirk have a headache? L-Like at all?”

Toshinori stood there, quiet, thinking about the question posed by the greenette. And he only came to one answer.

“…No… At most the headache was a consequence of suffering concussions during battle but, as a random sickness to catch? Or even anything chronic like your case? There isn’t a single person I can think of.”

“…”

Both fell silent while looking at one another. This suddenly stopped feeling like a coincidence to both, and more like a conspiracy. It was an eerily similar tale, way too similar for the likeness of either of them, and that question posted by the greenette really got both thinking of their years alive and just how basically nobody in their lives has ever had the same experience at them.

“…What a… weird discovery.” Toshinori said, as he couldn’t help but feel uneasy all of a sudden.

“Y-yeah…” Izuku answered, it was even clearer that he felt uneasy, even more as he coughed to try and divert the topic. “I-I’ll get going, All Might, sir, I-I’m sorry for delaying you any further.”

“It’s alright, boy. Be careful in your way home.” Toshinori exclaimed, yet his mind kept on lingering on the greenette’s words.

“Goodbye.” Izuku said, beginning to walk down the staircases as he too kept on thinking of his own words. Neither his sister nor his mother ever suffered headaches, his father, from what he knew, didn’t either. But he, the quirkless child, does. “…Why does that make me so uncomfortable…?”

As the boy left, All Might felt his phone vibrate, making him look at it curiously as he grabbed it and stared at it. It was a call from an old friend of his, Tsukauchi. But let’s go back to Izuku, shall we?

Stepping out of the building, the greenette continued walking across the street. Everything All Might had told him suddenly didn’t matter, his mind was too focused on thinking deeply about this. He thought back to his years knowing Bakugo, to his classmates in elementary school, primary school and even all those he has in middle school, his mind kept on thinking of the teachers from all the years he’s seen and how they’ve never called in sick for anything such as a headache.

Not a single person without any exception in his life, aside from himself, has ever suffered headaches of any degree. It’s almost like what once was a common sickness that would simply be gone, spared by the genetic lottery that is having a quirk. Almost as if having one, spared them.

“…The genetic lottery couldn’t be worse, Ey…?” Izuku muttered as he kept on walking down the street, his eyes looking up front as he kept on thinking about this.

Really, what didn’t help his thought process right now was All Might’s words. The No. 1 Hero in Japan, one of the most influential people in the world, has never seen a single Person with a Quirk suffer a headache other than the “Quirkless Fellow” he mentioned.

This genuinely was starting to feel like a conspiracy, and there truly wasn’t much Izuku could do-

RIIING! BAM!

His train of thought stopped as suddenly as he did, someone had slammed onto his shoulder and threw him off balance much to the dismay of everyone in the street, the greenette couldn’t do much more as he tried to stand his ground with one leg, but his balance was way too off already. As such, Izuku fell to the ground and towards the street.

And yet, no impact happened.

He looked around surprised to see a massive piece of cotton beneath him, covering him from his impact to the ground and even safeguarding his glasses from breaking.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The voice called out, making the greenette turn back to the source and see a light pink haired girl wearing a UA Uniform and holding some bags. Grabbing onto his gakuran, the girl pulled him up as he stared at her still in a state of shock. The cotton came back to her, connecting back into her earrings as she grabbed his glasses and cleaned them up. “I’m really sorry, I was so distracted that I didn’t take notice of you!”

No is all right. Izuku wanted to say that, but he was too mentally checked out while staring at the girl in front of him to even react. She seemed panicked, maybe because she used her quirk to save him, or maybe it was because she almost got him to break his nose, again.

“Here!” The girl put on his glasses, letting the greenette see her even better now. And if he was checked out from staring at her before, well my god he couldn’t even think. “I’m sorry, it’s been a really long day and the one time I try to do something I almost end up getting someone hurt. Ugh, I don’t know why I let my curiosity win earlier, now I’m all lost and really stressed! It’s so annoying and frustrating and here I am just holding you and annoying you and you must be thinking I’m trying to get out of you when all I want to do is say sorry for a fourth time! God!!!!”

She was pretty. And also, very apologetic for obvious reasons. Izuku tried to say anything, hell even say a word about how pretty she was or something at all, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Then, came another headache. He hates this so much. First, he couldn’t speak, and now he got so lost that once again a headache struck him so hard that he could only grip onto his head.

“Are you okay?? I did stop you from actually hitting the floor, right?! O-or did I make the cotton too hard?! Oh god I’m gonna get in more trouble!!” Fuwa panicked, her eyes staring at the greenette as he began to relax.

“N-no… Is all good… j-just… it happens to me.”

“It happens??” She stared at him a little worried. “Hey, I don’t know about you, but I don’t think your reaction is anything that just happens!”

“…” That made Izuku stop, is this really what he was about to- “Is there anyone you know who has headaches at random?”

He really did it… Izuku Midoriya, you sure are a special boy.

“Huh? No? Well, unless they suffered an injury.” Fuwa asked, all of a sudden confused by the question brought up by the greenette in front of her. “Why do you ask though?”

“…Just… something I’ve been thinking about recently.” Izuku says, letting out a defeated sigh and yet his face looked worried. “S-Sorry, I’ve been having it a little rough and I just spoke my mind out.”

“…No, it’s uh… It’s all good.” Fuwa answers, looking down to her bags, making Izuku gain a concerned look as he asked her.

“Are you alright?”

She was a little surprised at hearing him ask this as she really didn’t expect such a question from a stranger, her eyes looking at him briefly before feeling defeated once again.

“Well, I, I too have been having it a little rough today if I’m honest. My dream got ran over by a semi-truck, and now I’m just… here.” She said, looking around the street.

“…Heh, Guess we’re in the same boat…” The greenette said, letting out chuckle that felt almost tragic as she looked at him curious.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I asked… someone… if I could be a hero and, well I got the answer I expected.” Izuku answer, deciding to keep to himself it was All Might of all people who told him that.

“Dreams of Heroism crushed too, Ey?” Her tone matched his now, only making him look at her.

This day couldn’t get weirder, Izuku thought.

SHADE-O-LAW CAFÉ, SHIZUOKA. – 5:20 PM

Sitting outside at one of the tables, Aizawa continued to look around while drinking from his coffee mug and letting time pass. Right now, he was wearing nothing out the ordinary clothes with some sunglasses on, the only outstanding thing being the scarf wrapped around his neck which belonged to his Hero Costume, his intentions weren’t to raise any questions, and as such he had decided to keep himself to civilian clothing. The sunglasses? Well, those weren’t to compensate for his goggles, he had them in his jacket in case of anything, it was to hide the exhausted look he had.

Soon enough, some steps approached him before sitting down in front of him. It was Tsukauchi, still in his detective clothing and holding onto a folder.

“So, what do we got?” He asked.

“It’s like I suspected, none of them had much going on for themselves.” Aizawa says, putting down his cup of coffee. “The worst one of them had were drugs hidden within their medication. Mind altering ones, I mean.”

“So, a form of Opium?”

“Marihuana actually.”

“Wow, okay how did they get this into the country?” Tsukauchi seemed confused. “Anyways, the actual situation. Was there really nothing more?”

“They all had what you can call the “average pre-quirk life”, working 9 to 5, reading, exercising to keep yourself in a good enough condition, few mental health problems caused by stress. But end of the day, all 15 victims were just… normal.” Aizawa answers, a part of him feeling like the word normal isn’t truly fitting right now.

“I see… so I guess… the only real connection is that they were all quirkless.” Tsukauchi said, looking down at the files in his hands. “But that did raise me a concern.”

“What did?”

“The percentage of Quirkless Suicides.”

An imaginative graph formed around the two of them, displaying the category of individuals in the world. The division was Emitters, Transformation, Heteromorphic and Quirkless, by all technicalities these where the societal divisions humanity had fallen into since the Superhuman Society was established, and as such were the way they got documented.

“What would all of this have to do with it?” Aizawa asked curiously as the graph began to take shapes along with Tsukauchi’s words.

“The suicide rate between Emitter Quirk Users is low, they only make about .8% of the global rate of suicide, but that changes as soon as you get to the Subtype of Accumulation, even more Transformation Quirks. Those two, due to the dangers entailed by their quirks, have led to the suicide rate growing recently, as they make 16% of it. Heteromorphic Quirks... Sadly their rate is high, making 20% of it, but even higher is the homicide rate. But that brings me to my point.”

As the graph took shape in the form of bars, all percentages mentioned before shrank nearly to nothingness, looking like pebbles in a street compared to the final graph which didn’t even stop, in fact, it kept on growing by the decimal.

“The most recent research showed that Quirkless Suicide Victims make 63.2% of the Global Rate.” Aizawa’s eyes shot wide at hearing this. “It is said that 7 out of 10 Quirkless People you come across in life, have at least attempted to take their lives one time, and that 6 out of 10 Quirkless Kids in these newer generations have chosen to end their lives than continue, by the words of some, being nobodies with no life ahead.”

“…But what does this have to do with it?” Aizawa felt a little unnerved at hearing all of this, but he hadn’t yet figured out why this was brought up.”

“That the situation with the tree raised me a question. How many of those are actual suicides, and how many are covered up homicides?”

Aizawa froze at hearing this. He really didn’t know what to even say about his words as he stood there, the unnerving thought only grew bigger by the second.

“I took some time to find some information in some recent suicide victim after that question came to me.” Tsukauchi reached into the folder in his hands, taking out a paper from it. “The victim was a boy called Hiromasa Yuji, he was in high school and seemingly having a normal life, when all of a sudden his parents walked into his room where they found him with a slit throat and a knife in his hands.”

“…” Aizawa stared at it, looking at the file of the boy. He had a promising life ahead in the Sports Business.

“There were some notes from him, narrating how he felt about life, but not much more was seen other than his body. Apparently, he had been having issues due to some dispute with friends but, according to them, it never was that serious.” He suddenly showed him an image, showing a photo taken from outside by a camera. “His room faced towards the street, so there was footage of him cutting his throat, this is the image shown in the report which ruled it to be a Suicide.”

“…But the cameras couldn’t see them…” Aizawa said, looking at him. “Don’t tell me the footage shows something else.”

Tsukauchi put on the video and showed Aizawa.

This allowed him see the shadow of the boy behind the curtains moving stuff around, when all of a sudden a knife begins to float towards him, the man’s eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing, even less as the kid tried to fight back against the knife, it was almost like the killer intentionally made him grab onto the knife, like it wanted it to be ruled out as a suicide.

The Erasure Hero decided to close his eyes, knowing the inevitable fate that kid met against his invisible killer. But suddenly Tsukauchi snapped his fingers.

“I need you to keep watching.”

Opening his eyes, Aizawa saw as if the boy’s body dropped to the ground, vanishing from the window. But something weird happened, the curtains were suddenly flying out of the window, and a figure could be seen walking through them. What it looked like he didn’t know, as he was invisible to the cameras and only some weird shining blue circle could be seen, but it only left it clearer.

“…God, how many others have been actual homicides…?”

The answer was unclear, the world across the years has kept on covering up the truth of situations such as this one, but it wasn’t always because they wanted. This case, it was clear they were killed by an invisible attacker, but what if there were more unexplainable deaths? Scratch that.

“How many disappearances haven’t actually been ruled out as deaths yet…??” Aizawa asked, covering his face, realizing just how massive a rabbit hole the detective and him were starting to fall into.

“I… I don’t know, Aizawa. But I think what we’re dealing with is something extraordinary, even for the kind of world we live in, I have a feeling that this is beyond it.” Tsukauchi answered, putting his phone away.

“It seems I arrived at a bad time?”

The two turned towards the source of this, their eyes meeting with a blonde skeleton man looking at both the hero and detective curiously. Aizawa was confused by the man, as Tsukauchi just stared at him.

“Ah, Toshinori. You got here quick.”

“Well, I was in the area. So, it was much easier to get here than you think.”

“And he is?” Aizawa asked, looking back at Tsukauchi.

“He’s Toshinori Yagi, the Press Representative of All Might and a good friend. Toshinori, this is Eraser Head.” Tsukauchi answered.

“Pleasure meeting you, Eraser Head.” He says, giving him a bow, who answered back with one of his own. “I’ve heard of your work across the years, I can’t help but respect what you’ve done for so many.”

“So, you got access to the big guns in case this goes haywire. Great.” Aizawa says to the detective, who just sighs.

“I’d really like to say I do, but he’s been… preoccupied.” Tsukauchi answered, giving a look at Toshinori who just cleared his throat.

“I came here to be a bridge between the situation and All Might, and when I told him he was really curious about what to do about it, but he was being slated for some other business to attend. As such, I came here to see if the case is serious enough that his assistance is needed immediately.” Toshinori told the Erasure Hero, who sipped on his coffee.

“Oh, it’s serious.” He took another sip, before looking at him. “Very fucking serious. So, I hope you have All Might on speed dial in case this case gets out of hand.”

“I’ll give him a quick rundown.”

SAME TIME. NOT TOO FAR FROM THEM

Izuku didn’t know how he ended up in this situation exactly, one moment he was sulking over All Might’s words, the next he was thinking about the discovery both the hero and boy had, and now he was walking alongside this girl whose quirk has something to do with cotton and who so far has been talking to him really casually after sympathizing with one another. But the biggest surprise in all of this was her reaction to who he was.

“So, you’re quirkless?” Fuwa was really surprised, it cannot be undermined just how surprised she was at hearing that the reason the greenette got his dreams shattered is because he’s quirkless.

“Yeah…”

“Wow.” That response is not what Izuku expected. “I’ve never met a Quirkless Person before, honestly I thought they were a myth!”

“…R-Really…?” Izuku just stared at her, really, he didn’t know what to make of the words. But suddenly he thought about it, the only reason he knew Quirkless people is because he was quirkless himself, but he has never met one other than him which is… weird.

“Yeah, I’m honestly surprised tho, you look like someone who would definitely have some sort of power!”

“D-Do I really?”

“Well, you wear glasses, so part of me thought it was kind of like that Pre-Quirk Comic Character who could shoot lasers out his eyes.” Fuwa said, motioning as if shooting lasers.

“I’m… partially blind because of someone.”

“Oh! Uhm… sorry.” She couldn’t help but cringe at her action now.

“It’s all good, you didn’t know.”

“…Wait, you said because of someone- Oh no, Midoriya are you bullied?” She sounded concerned, really concerned.

“No is just… I… oh who am I kidding, it was because of bullying…” At this point Izuku had given up any and all attempts to hide it. Because what the hell was there to hide. It was better if he was honest, even if Fuwa was still a complete stranger to him.

“…” Now Fuwa didn’t know what to say, she likes doing research and as such she knows that Quirkless people, specially in Japan, tend to have it real rough with how bigoted and abusive people with Quirks tend to be here, but she didn’t want that to sour the mood. She didn’t want to give him pity, because she felt like that would be the asshole move, but she also wanted to comfort him in some way. “I…”

“It’s all good. Y-You didn’t know any of this and we just met, so I… I can’t really blame you for anything. If anything, I shouldn’t be like… dropping all of this onto you… UGH.” Once again, the headaches struck him, making him cling onto his head as Fuwa stopped next to him.

“Hey, let’s take this slow.” She says, helping him stand straight before speaking up. “I know we may have met just now… but… that doesn’t take away a reason for me to be worried or care, in fact I’d say is the most human action to be worried about you, but at the same time I feel like I need to know much more to understand you.”

“I can’t simply jump in and interfere. We’ve… we’ve got a lot of talking to do, if we’re honest, so I’ll do something for you. I’ll listen to anything you have to say, alright?” Fuwa said, making Izuku stare at her a little surprised as the headache subsided.

“…A-Are you sure…?”

“Honestly, you look like you need something to vent out on without the need to get physical, so I think I can endure hearing you complain about some asshole who broke your nose and is probably being safeguarded by the school.”

“…How did you…?”

“Your nose is still a little too off center, and I couldn’t help but notice some traces of blood from your nostril.” She says, scraping onto it softly and taking it off. “And now the only proof of it is your nose being off center. Also admitting you’re bullied made me realize it was definitely not some work accident. By the way, didn’t you say you had work?”

“I have another hour until then, and it’s not too far from here...”

“Well, if that’s the case, then why not get you something to eat?” Fuwa smiled at him, taking out her wallet and putting out her tongue. “All on me.”

“…S-Sure…” The greenette was flustered by her comment, making her giggle slightly.

“Come on then.”

As the two began walking, another headache struck the greenette, but this time it was worse than ever. His body was losing it, the pain was such that he collapsed onto his knees while holding onto his head, it had been years since the last time he had a headache like this one, and the fact it didn’t give up and only kept on strengthening itself only made of this much worse.

Fuwa only grew more worried for the greenette, reaching him and holding him in a panic while trying to speak to him, but the throbbing agony and deafening noise brought upon him by the headache wasn’t ceasing at all. She began to worry as people around the street started approaching, the concerned look of many were big, and it was very clear that the greenette was beginning to lose it, as compared to even other headaches, he could only scream in pain.

“Midoriya! Come on, try and focus on my voice!!” Fuwa yelled at him, only being able to see the greenette struggle endlessly.

The pain continued, it didn’t cease at all, and Izuku could only withstand it until he heard something. A whisper.

…danger…

His eyes shot wide as he noticed a shadow above him, making him grab Fuwa and jump to the side, even tackling some people out of the way in the process as whatever it was crashed onto the ground, shaking the entire street and destroying the concrete in impact.

Screams of shock followed everyone as they looked back at the source, it was nothing. Which only made everyone much more confused, as the lack of something only made this much more worrying. But Izuku could see something, something amongst that crater stood up, it didn’t have a real form in front of him, it looked faint and really, his mind felt nothing but a threat, and whatever that blue ring on top of its head was didn’t help the situation at all.

“…W-we have to run…!” Izuku said, only making Fuwa stare at him confused as he lifted her. “C-COME ON!!”

The greenette started to run, pulling the girl with him who didn’t understand what was going, she couldn’t see what it was, and even less could she see why the greenette panicked. She wanted to make sense of things, but she decided not to hesitate in listening to Izuku.

From the crater, movement could be seen, the floor creaking and breaking further, deforming before the very eyes of people who didn’t understand how this was happening, all before its loud steps were heard as it began giving chase to the greenette and pink haired girl.

“So, there may be more cases than just… these ones?” Toshinori said he couldn’t help but feel afraid of what he had heard from his friend and the Erasure Hero.

“I really don’t know what more to say, honestly. But we believe that maybe the killer is an associate of the Meta Liberation Army going on a rampage against the Quirkless, but… It feels too uneasy.” Tsukauchi said, looking at the files in front of them on the table as he too drank a little bit from his coffee.

Toshinori kept on looking at this, seeing the names of the individuals and recalling the comment of them using drugs and what not. That brought him towards medication, and with that, back again to the topic that the boy Izuku Midoriya brought up earlier. The headaches.

“…Did you find any medical record for any of these names?” he asked, curiously towards Aizawa.

“Only ones I found without being considered a trespasser were three of them.” The Underground Hero said, taking out his phone and opening his gallery. “I took pictures of them, but why?”

“I want to check something. If it’s not much.”

“…Go ahead.” Aizawa handed him his phone, letting the blonde man look through the medical files.

As he read them, Eraser Head and Tsukauchi couldn’t help but be shocked as his expression changed. Toshinori’s eyes didn’t just grow wide, his jaw was almost falling off his face as he started to go pale to what he was reading. He couldn’t believe it.

“N-No… This has to be a coincidence right…?!” Toshinori panicked as the detective and the underground hero looked at one another.

“…What’s wrong, A- Toshinori?” Tsukauchi was concerned now.

“…Tell me… have you guys ever met someone with a Quirk who suffers of headaches?”

“….”

That question was weird to them, making them look at each other. Aizawa really was just lost to what this had to do, while Tsukauchi felt like there was something he was missing in the topic. But it did get them thinking and come to the same conclusion everyone else ever has.

“…No.” Tsukauchi said, suddenly feeling confused, realizing how weird that answer was.

“Only people injured in combat, but otherwise… never.” Eraser Head answered, he too felt like it was weird, because headaches are one of the more common sicknesses present on humanity. “Why do you ask?”

“…Earlier I came across a boy, I… I talked to him about something and halfway through he was struck with a headache.” This made them look at him a little concerned. “While talking about it, he mentioned he’s suffered them since he was a kid and… then he asked me if I’ve ever met anyone with a Quirk to suffer headaches. And my answer was no.”

“…W-Where is this going…?” Tsukauchi wasn’t just concerned, part of him was panicking at this.

Toshinori then showed them the photos Eraser Head had taken of the Medical Records, signaling to a particular sentence on it. The age of the victims was really varied, everything about them was unique, and yet as he scrolled through the photos, something daunted upon them.

“…w-what…?” Tsukauchi couldn’t shake off that creeping feeling.

“They’ve all suffered headaches since they were 4 years old?” Something within Aizawa snapped, something that made him feel horrified at the realization.

“Call me crazy, but… I think there is something more going on here. Because how can people with quirks live their lives free of headaches, and yet so many quirkless people suffer them constantly?” Toshinori’s words finally nailed it. “Whatever is going on, is much bigger than just some psycho going around.”

“…What the fuck have we stepped into, Tsukauchi?” Eraser Head looked at his detective friend, the horror in his eyes hidden by the glasses he was wearing. The detective couldn’t utter a word as he processed it.

CRAAASHH!!

The three stood up from their seats, seeing as from the other side of the block a few cars were sent flying like a cloud of smoke chasing behind them. The three were too taken aback by this, as from the smoke came out two figures, a pink-haired girl and a greenette with glasses.

All Might’s and Eraser Head’s eyes widened for their own reasons and stared at both in shock.

“Young Midoriya?!”

“Mawata Fuwa??”

The two looked at each other briefly before looking back at the teens sprinting down the street. Suddenly though, the greenette spotted them, waving towards them.

“TOSHINORI, SIR!!!” Izuku yelled out, suddenly a figure came out of the smoke, but it couldn’t be seen properly, the trail of smoke it brought with it however left clear it was chasing after both kids, only making Tsukauchi stand up.

“All Might, is that the kid you told us about?!” He yelled out in a panic, he suddenly froze, realizing what he said as Eraser Head looked at him confused.

“…Don’t tell me!” His eyes looked back at Toshinori, who began sweating in worry for the greenette and Tsukauchi’s words. “…Explain yourselves later! We have to help them!!”

The two kids suddenly ducked as the nearby power line was slashed clean off, causing the entire block to shut down. The power line itself ended up falling in the middle of the street, stopping some cars driving pass.

Without thinking much, Aizawa began to sprint to the other side of the street as his capture scarf began levitating around him, Tsukauchi didn’t even think twice on reaching onto his coat, grabbing his Colt Python Revolver, taking off the safety and rushing behind the Erasure Hero. Toshinori backed himself into a nearby alleyway to buff up and enter in action, running out to see the two continue chasing behind the kids.

Neither of them stopped, they couldn’t actually see it, and yet they felt a threat chasing behind them. Fuwa and Izuku kept on running, dropping down out of pure gut feeling as they made their way into a parking lot in the hopes of losing their opponent there.

But that proved to be worthless, as a car in front of them exploded, making both scream as they stopped on their tracks due to the flames. Izuku noticed something within the flames, a shape, something walking towards them as if the flames meant nothing, it was unharmed and it didn’t care at all about itself. It just wanted to complete its mission.

Now, even Fuwa could see it, almost like it wanted to make itself visible now that its prey was cornered. Such thought only kept her and Izuku petrified as it began to walk towards them.

It had a rough red dark skin and a pair of massive eyes that could barely be seen through holes, it lacked any lips and as such one could see the teeth all the way in the back of its jaw with just a mere glance, it wore an armor of sorts above its chest covered in gold and red crystals of some sort, all it wore below was a robe of a dark brown color along with an insignia in its waist similar to a seashell, all while keeping a stance similar to a particular insect. A Mantis.

“You love making things hard, don’t you?” The creature spoke in a raspy tone that somehow felt angelic in some way. Making both Fuwa and Izuku shiver in the spot. “If only you hadn’t moved an inch, perhaps things would’ve been easier as you were purged out of this world.”

“…Who are you…??” Izuku couldn’t help but feel fear creeping up his back. Was this someone with a heteromorphic quirk? Maybe, but out of the hundreds of Heteromorphic quirks the greenette has seen on his life, he has never seen one as humanoid as this one. It for some reason was unnerving, even more it was its words

“Who I am shouldn’t matter, but what you are… What you are, truly does. And it’s the why I’m here.” It said, only making them much more concerned.

Fuwa suddenly stood in front of Izuku, she was trying to keep her head straight at the moment, but it was hard to do anything of the likes at a time like this.

“Y-You have to run.”

“What?! Fuwa I won’t-…!”

“You HAVE. To run!” She yelled, looking at him in fear, yet she stood her ground while looking at whatever was standing in front of them. “Please, Midoriya… Run!”

“…” He didn’t know what to say while looking at her as it began nearing them.

“Miss Mawata Fuwa.” This suddenly made her fear, looking at the creature in front of them. “Leave that pest to me.”

“H-How do you…??” Fuwa couldn’t make sense of what was going on anymore, as Izuku began to shake.

“Leave him to me. You can simply step aside, and you will be forgiven for this misunderstanding you are stuck in.” The mantis like being continued walking towards them, all as Fuwa didn’t even know what to do anymore. “My pledge doesn’t allow me to kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.”

“I… I can’t…” The girl stood her ground, still protecting the greenette who began to worry. “I won’t let you hurt my friend…!”

“…”

“Wrong choice of words, Miss.” The creature began running towards them, all before some ropes flew from above and grabbed it by the neck, pulling it much to its surprise.

Landing behind it, the black-haired man kept on glaring at the creature as his eyes turned yellow while pulling onto the creature.

“Stand down, villain.” Eraser Head said, as he kept on pulling onto him.

“Mr. Aizawa…!” Fuwa yelled out in surprise as something could be seen coming from above, a shadow growing smaller as it descended at great speeds.

“…-xas SMAAASH!!!”

His yell echoed across the parking lot as the punch struck the mantis like creature, causing an explosion of air pressure which sent both Fuwa and Izuku flying back to the entrance of the lot as a few of the nearby cars were lifted off their ground.

Both looked at the source of it, their eyes widening at the sighting in front of them. It was All Might, and he was struggling against the creature beneath his fist.

“You sure are tougher than you look…!! NGH…!” All Might tried applying more pressure, but the mantis-like creature kept on holding its ground with shocking ease.

“…No way…” Fuwa didn’t know if those words came from the shock of seeing All Might in person, or the shock of seeing this mantis like individual stand one on one against him.

Izuku stared at this as he heard someone running behind them, his eyes turned around to spot who it was, making him cover Fuwa’s ears much to her surprise as it suddenly came in.

BANG! BANG BANG BANG!!

Four shots were fired, even with her ears covered, Fuwa flinched at the noise as she saw Izuku cringe, since his ears were uncovered, the noise of the gunshots stunned him even more than the girl.

Right next to them stood Tsukauchi, who couldn’t believe the sighting. Not only was this villain who may be the guilty of the gruesome tree scene easily holding off All Might while being pulled back by Eraser Head who was using Erasure upon him, but the bullets he fired towards him didn’t even penetrate its skin.

“…God, I hate when Eraser is right…!!” Tsukauchi said, looking at the two kids and helping them stand up. “Come on, we need to get you two out of here!”

“Pro Hero All Might, and Pro Hero Eraser Head.” While All Might didn’t find much meaning in being called out, Eraser Head did, his work is that of being hidden in the midst of things, and yet this person so easily seemed to know who he was. “Please, stop interfering in my mission!”

“Our job as heroes is to interfere when others need a helping hand!” All Might said, swinging once more towards the mantis like creature who easily dodged it, letting the blonde man’s fist destroy the concrete beneath them. “And I intend to interfere if it means saving lives you plan on claiming, villain!!”

“Then you give me no choice but to make your injury worse.” All Might’s eyes widen at hearing this.

Suddenly Eraser Head noticed something on top of it, he could see a blue ring appear above the creature’s head. His eyes shot wide as he remembered the footage seen earlier, there was no doubt in his mind, whoever this was guilty of at least one of the two crimes they’re looking into, but one question came to him. How can he do all of this if he’s using his quirk on him??

“You humans still know too little, but I understand your doubts, Shota Aizawa.” Just like Fuwa, he dropped his defense at hearing this, the struggle of trying to pull against the creature came to an end as he heard it call him by his full name. It kept on grabbing onto something from the ring and pulling it, allowing it to stab All Might on the right side of his stomach, making him spew blood out from his mouth. “But all you must understand, unlike the powers of your people… Ours are still divine.”

Ours? There’s more than one killer? Divine? Is this a cult like he feared? Or is he just a religious nutjob? Is this why he said mission? “You humans”?? What does he mean by that?? Is it because he’s a heteromorph?? Or did he mean something else?? Questions kept on piling up the more it spoke up, but that didn’t matter much as the blade was taken out of All Might’s stomach, who could only grit his teeth due to the sudden stab as he began stumbling back and steaming.

Aizawa’s eyes widened as the creature pulled onto his scarf, suddenly gut punching with a strength the erasure hero could only compare to the one time a truck nearly road killed him in the middle of patrolling. By which he means it hurt like hell, he swore he could hear his bones crack behind the weight of the punch as he felt the lack of air strike him near instantly.

“Forgive me, sir, for having to hurt these humans.” Dropping him to the ground, the creature looked towards Izuku, aiming his blade at him. “But I shall do anything to honor my pledge… and KILL AGITO!”

Everyone in the parking lot was confused and lost, their eyes focused on the creature calling towards the greenette by a name he wasn’t given. All Might didn’t know where such a name came from, yet for some reason it rang a bell deep within himself, all as Tsukauchi, Fuwa and Eraser Head didn’t know what to even think or say, staring as the creature continued walking towards them.

Izuku’s eyes widened at hearing that, he didn’t understand why, nor could he make sense of it, all the greenette could do was stare at this as the headache struck him as painfully as ever, his head was lost in all the agony, his body convulsing as he held onto himself feeling his body be overtaken by these emotions when suddenly… It stopped.

Unlike any other time, there was silence, nothing could be heard except his thoughts, his eyes could see his surroundings, yet there was no sky, only darkness unlike any other making a path between him and the creature in front of him.

Tsukauchi snapped out of it, preparing to fire his revolver, when Izuku’s hand suddenly grabbed onto it much to his surprise.

“Kid you-…!” He suddenly noticed something, he wasn’t looking at him, no, Izuku’s eyes were centered on his opponent only. The boy was in a trance, and nothing they did would snap him out of it.

“…Midoriya…” Fuwa tried to reach to him, grabbing his hand briefly as he suddenly gripped hers. It was strong, much stronger than he even looked to be, all before letting go of her softly as he began to walk towards the mantis-like creature, who suddenly stopped on its tracks.

“Don’t tell me… He evolved already?!” The mantis-like creature couldn’t believe it, right in front of him, it happened. He had gotten a feeling he had to aim for this guy earlier, but he won enough time for himself to actually grow, and now he couldn’t help but shake.

Suddenly, Izuku stopped as well in front of everyone, their eyes looking at the situation in shock. Not only was the mantis-like creature shaking in apparent fear, but Izuku was doing something that unless seen, none of them would believe.

Extending one of his arms out, something appeared right in the area of his stomach, spinning like a hurricane, something of esoteric nature manifested itself upon the green-haired as it embraces his body, hugging onto him and manifesting fully. It had a yellow core to it, with two long blades extending outward from it like the tails of a tropical storm with a silver coating around them, holding the yellow core was a black gem of sorts with red joints travelling all around the belt, connecting both sides, on his hips there were two dark buttons on each side big enough to fit into a person’s palm.

“T-The Altering…?!” The creature yelled, much to its shock as it backed out. “No…! No, I thought this was just an Agito…! Not THE Agito!!”

None of them really knew what he was saying, but that at least gave a name to the belt around Izuku’s waist. But suddenly, the creature rushed towards the greenette, who easily sidestepped the creature before the belt detonated its yellow core into a blaring white light.

The blinding light made the Mantis-like creature stumble backwards, as suddenly, the greenette punched it, not hurting it much, but actually making it grunt. Making the shock grow even further upon the people watching the greenette.

That is when all of a sudden, his hands slammed onto the sides of the belt.

The white light engulfed Izuku, All Might and Eraser Head turned away while holding onto their injuries, all while Tsukauchi and Fuwa covered their eyes the best they could. As the light grew stronger, they couldn’t help but feel even more confused as the echoing noise they could only compare to the revolutions of a motorcycle engine hitting top speed.

As the light vanished away, their eyes widened at the sight of a figure holding the spirit of a dragon within it. His whole body had been covered on an obsidian-like substance, making his muscles grow thicker than before as he even grew a few centimeters, It had golden armored and a dark gem in the middle of his chest, its sides were a mighty grey silver combined perfectly with the obsidian-like substance, his head was covered by a helmet using all previous elements, looking like a beetle of sorts while having massive bright red eyes.

“…” Izuku was still in the trance, even after what he had done, the trance was still as strong as ever as he began walking towards the mantis-like creature.

In its desperation, the creature swung its fist upon him, only for the boy to grab onto his fist and strike the creature in its stomach, sending it spiraling to the ground much to the shock of everyone.

It stood up, looking at him and trying to punch him again as Izuku this time sidestepped, allowing himself to punch the creature in the face twice, shattering one of its teeth in the process.

It stood there confused, all before deciding to get a hold of its blade and swing it to the boy, who simply grabbed his arm and twisted it hard enough to break it, forcing the creature to let go of the blade as it screamed out in pain. All Might and Eraser Head couldn’t believe it, neither of them did much to the creature, and Izuku, now in this weird suit, could so easily break its arm.

Izuku grabbed the creature, throwing it aside and letting it land just a few meters from him. His eyes stared at it, focusing on it as he made sure neither All Might nor Eraser Head were on the way, of what you may ask? His decisive strike.

The horns on the greenette opened, revealing three smaller horns that suddenly released that draconic nature hidden within the suit.

Their eyes widened at seeing this as the greenette kept his eyes focused up front, before beginning to take a pose, all like a golden logo very similar to the form his helmet actively had begun to form below him. But it wasn’t just golden, it was pure light, looking at it, Fuwa could only compare it to staring directly into the sun in the middle of the day, it was stunning her, and yet, it was warm enough to make her feel safe.

Pulling his left leg backwards, the symbol, just like the belt the mantis-like creature called the Altering, began to spiral its ways into Izuku’s feet, his soles began to beam with energy as it all concentrated there.

“I will not allow this!!” The creature yelled out, running towards Izuku and making them panic. This was its last chance to kill this Agito.

“Midoriya!”

“Young Midoriya!”

“Kid, move!”

“ORYAH!!!” For the first time since entering his trance, the greenette said something, jumping into the sky while letting out his battle cry as he sent himself forward with a powerful kick that on impact detonated into a lens flare.

None of them had time to react, as the mantis-like creature was sent sliding backwards at insane speeds. It tried to keep its ground, but the floor beneath it started to break due to the incredible strength and speed he was propelled backwards at. Eraser Head and All Might could only look as if it slid pass them and slammed onto a car all the way to the back of the parking lot, all while the greenette landed, keeping a pose that Tsukauchi could only compare to ones used in Tai Chi.

Slowly, the greenette began turning away from the mantis-like creature, as Eraser Head stared at him in awe. All Might looked back to the creature, seeing it struggling to even move as that blue ring once again appeared above its head, but this time, it was expanding and cracking.

BOOOOM!!

The explosion took everyone by surprise as they could only see where the creature once stood, flames engulfing the area as nothing remained of it. None of them knew what to say anymore, looking at it before turning back to the greenette whose horns closed.

Soon enough, the bright light from earlier came back, this leaving the green-haired boy who suddenly collapsed to the floor.

“Midoriya!!” Fuwa yelled, standing up and running towards him in a panic and grabbing him. “Midoriya!! Are you still breathing?? Please tell me you are!!”

She began to check on him, as the two heroes and detective could only look at this. Slowly each of them approached as Fuwa checked on him, taking a sigh of relief. He was okay, but he still passed out.

“Oh, you make me so concerned and I met you just hours ago…” Fuwa muttered, holding onto him before turning towards the two heroes. “A-All Might! Eraser Head! A-Are you two alright??”

“T-This isn’t anything I haven’t experienced… But I can’t negate, it hurts.” All Might winced, trying his best to still hold his buff form and still steaming.

“I’ll… Live I think…” Eraser Head only bit his tongue, trying to hang in there before looking at Tsukauchi.

The man didn’t even look at Izuku, his eyes went to the blade next to him as he reached into his pockets to grab a pair of gloves. Carefully, the detective picked it up as he stared at it, it had a form unlike anything he’d ever seen in history books, and yet, it seemed so familiar for some reason. He didn’t know why, but it felt ancient to hold.

“…I hate when you’re right, Eraser Head.”

The mentioned hero looked at him, as he suddenly saw a piece of cotton cushion in his injured area, same as All Might, though he was more careful as he had a stab wound right in the stomach. This was little help given by Fuwa, who still held onto the greenette worried.

Aizawa’s mind began to think of everything going on so far. Each and every ounce of today has been filled with pain, and now he couldn’t help but wonder about what happened with that creature that is right now nothing but a burning pile of ashes.

“…Believe me…” He muttered, his eyes seeing the flames slowly die down. “I do too, but… I think All Might was right.”

Once again, his eyes looked at the boy on the floor, his breathing was calm, his glasses were intact, and overall, he looked to be fine. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking of that golden dragon warrior he saw just a minute ago, the warrior that is why this creature who almost killed All Might was defeated.

“We’ve walked into something far beyond what we can imagine.”