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The day the internships began, the U.A. station was a chaotic hub of energy. Students with their hero costumes roamed everywhere. A vibrant sea of colors, clutching their agency cases and saying their goodbyes before heading off to different corners of the country. Akaza found Rumi near the platform for the Shizuoka Prefecture train, her silver and white hero costume gleaming in the station lights, making her stand out even in the bustling crowd.
"So, this is it," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet, a mixture of pure excitement and a thin sliver of nerves radiating from her. "Time to go learn from the big grumpy firecracker."
Akaza smirked, the expression coming naturally. "Try not to give Endeavor a headache on your first day. I hear he's got a short fuse."
She scoffed, but the grin on her face was wide and feral. "Please. He'll be lucky if I don't give him a concussion. The old man needs to learn how to keep up with the next generation."
He chuckled, the sound soft and genuine, a private moment amidst the public chaos. "Just be careful, Rumi. He's the Number Two for a reason. Learn everything you can from him."
"I will," she promised, her expression turning serious for a moment, her amber eyes locking onto his. She stepped forward, closing the small distance between them and wrapping him in a quick, tight hug that spoke of years of shared history and future promises. "No promises about the headache, though." She pulled back, gave him a final, dazzling grin, and then she was gone, effortlessly weaving through the crowd and disappearing onto the train.
He watched her go, a fond smile on his face, before turning back to his own classmates. He exchanged goodbyes and well wishes with the rest of Class 1-A, each of them on the cusp of their own adventure. Kirishima gave him a manly fist bump, yelling about how he was going to come back twice as tough from his time with Fourth Kind. Kaminari whined dramatically about his own choice, already dreading the work. Iida stood stoically as he boarded the train to Hosu, his new hero name, 'Ingenium,' a legacy from his brother that felt both like an honor and a heavy weight upon his shoulders. Uraraka was practically vibrating with determination as she left for Gunhead's agency, promising to return with new combat moves.
Soon, the platform began to clear, until only one other person from his class remained. Fumikage Tokoyami stood by a pillar, his posture as somber as ever, Dark Shadow peeking out nervously from under his cloak.
"You still here, Tokoyami?" Akaza asked, walking over.
Tokoyami nodded, his bird-like head tilting. "Indeed. I was informed last night that my internship has been postponed by a day. A scheduling conflict on my mentor's end, apparently. I am to report tomorrow instead."
Akaza's mind briefly registered the information as odd. A last-minute change for a pro hero's schedule was unusual, especially for something as planned as the U.A. internships. Another one of those random changes, he thought, dismissing it as an insignificant butterfly effect of his presence in this world. It didn't concern him.
"Well, good luck tomorrow then," Akaza said with a nod.
"And to you, Asura," Tokoyami replied, the new hero name sounding fittingly dark and serious from his lips.
With a final wave, Akaza left the station, but he didn't head home. His own internship was about to begin. He made his way back through the now-empty streets to the towering gates of U.A., heading straight for the top floor.
He knocked once on the heavy door of the principal's office.
"Come in, Asura," Nezu's cheerful voice called out.
Akaza entered. The metal walls were not down this time, but the atmosphere in the room was just as serious as it had been during their last private meeting. Nezu sat behind his desk, a steaming cup of tea in his paws, the pleasant aroma a strange contrast to the gravity of the situation.
"Take a seat," the principal said, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "We have much to discuss."
Nezu slid a tablet across the desk. On the screen was a detailed file, headlined by a fearsome, jagged picture of a man in a tattered red scarf, his face contorted in a manic snarl, his tongue lolling out in a way that spoke of bloodlust.
"Your target," Nezu began, his voice losing its usual cheer, becoming cold and clinical, "is the Hero Killer: Stain."
Akaza picked up the tablet, his eyes scanning the information, absorbing every detail with practiced efficiency.
"His real name is Chizome Akaguro," Nezu continued, his lecture-like tone beginning. "A former student of a private hero academy, he dropped out, disillusioned with the system. He began a crusade as a vigilante, which quickly devolved into what you see today. His Quirk is called 'Bloodcurdle.' By ingesting a sample of a person's blood, he can temporarily paralyze them. The duration of the paralysis is dependent on blood type, with Type B lasting the longest and Type O the shortest. He is a master of multiple-bladed weapons like katana, throwing knives, and combat daggers. And is lethally proficient in close-quarters combat."
The file was exhaustive. It detailed every known victim, from minor heroes in rural prefectures to the high-profile assault on Ingenium. It included maps of his last known locations, transcripts of his rambling speeches left at crime scenes, and a comprehensive psychological profile that painted a picture of a man utterly consumed by his own twisted ideology.
"His latest, and most high-profile, crime was the attack on the hero Ingenium in Hosu City. It left him with career-ending injuries. Stain's entire ideology is predicated on a delusional fantasy. He believes that modern hero society has been corrupted by those seeking fame and fortune. He thinks that by culling these 'false heroes,' he is doing the world a favor, cleansing it so that only 'true' heroes, like All Might, remain. He is a lunatic, a fanatic who has twisted a noble ideal into a justification for murder."
Nezu leaned forward, his small paws steepled. "And while his philosophy is that of a delusional son of a bitch, it is a dangerous delusion. His words, if spread, could cause heroes to second-guess their profession. It could make them hesitate in a fight, afraid of being deemed 'unworthy.' Even the heroes who are in it for the money and fame still provide a crucial service to the community. They put their lives on the line and maintain order."
A slow, chilling smile spread across Nezu's face. "As for the truly corrupt heroes, the ones who exploit their positions for personal gain… well," he chuckled, "in the future, they will almost certainly appear on your personal hit list."
A matching, cold grin grew on Akaza's face, and he joined the principal in a shared, dark laugh.
After a moment, Nezu's expression turned serious again. "However, this is your first official mission of this nature. You are still a student. Therefore, you will not be going alone. You will be accompanied by a mentor, a pro who will provide oversight and support, just in case things go wrong." Nezu looked towards the door. "You can come in now."
The door slid open, and a figure leaned against the frame with a lazy, casual air. He had a pair of large, vibrant red wings, a cocky grin, and a visor perched on his head. The Number Three Hero, Hawks.
Akaza's calm expression didn't change, but his mind immediately connected the dots. Tokoyami's mentor. Of course, it had to be him.
"This better be important, boss," Hawks said, his voice smooth and easygoing as he walked into the room. "I had to postpone the start date for that bird kid I got for the intern program. He seemed pretty bummed."
Nezu gave Hawks the same, condensed briefing he'd given Akaza, outlining the target, the threat, and the objective: elimination. Hawks listened, his lazy demeanor never changing, but his sharp, intelligent eyes absorbed every detail. When Nezu was finished, he turned his gaze to Akaza.
"You sure you're up for this, kid?" he asked, a hint of genuine concern beneath the casual tone.
Akaza didn't speak. He simply met the pro hero's gaze and gave a single, firm nod.
Hawks' grin returned. "Cool. Well, go get changed into your hero costume. We'll head out as soon as you're ready." He looked Akaza up and down. "Oh, and don't forget those metal knuckles you normally use. Pretty cool, those are."
Akaza nodded and left the office, heading for the locker rooms. He stood before the mirror, his black and silver hero costume fitting him like a second skin. He strapped the custom-made, bladed gauntlet-knuckles onto his forearms, the metal cool against his skin. He stared at his reflection, at the unnerving black eyes that stared back. This was different from the festival. This wasn't a game. This was a hunt.
Let's do this.
He turned and walked out of the locker room, leaving the safety of U.A. behind.
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