The emergency meeting at UA had stretched late into the night. Around the polished conference table, the faculty sat in heavy silence, the weight of the day's events pressing down on them. Security footage played on the screen – carefully edited segments showing only the League's initial attack, cutting away before Radahn's intervention.
Aizawa's bandaged fingers tapped against the table.
"They knew our schedule. Our security rotations. The locations of every camera in the facility."
His dark eyes swept across the room.
"This wasn't luck. They had inside information."
Vlad King's massive frame tensed. "You're saying we have a traitor." It wasn't a question.
The air grew heavier. Nezu steepled his paws, his beady eyes missing nothing.
"At this stage, we cannot rule out any possibilities. However—"
"However nothing." Midnight interrupted, her usual playful demeanour absent.
"If there's even a chance someone here is feeding information to villains who just tried to murder children, we need to—"
"We will investigate." Nezu said calmly, cutting her off.
"Discreetly. Until we have proof, accusations will only breed paranoia."
All Might sat stiffly in his chair, his skeletal frame looking even more gaunt under the fluorescent lights. His mind wasn't on the potential mole – it was on the man who had turned the tide of battle.
That fighting style , the way he moved.
"All Might?"
Nezu's voice snapped him back to the present. The principal's whiskers twitched. "Your thoughts?"
All Might straightened.
"We must consider this a declaration of war. The League showed they're willing to attack children to get to us." His blue eyes hardened.
"And we still don't know what that creature – the Nomu – truly was."
Aizawa nodded grimly.
"It had multiple quirks. That shouldn't be possible."
"Unless someone found a way to make it possible," All Might murmured, his thoughts turning dark.
Meanwhile ,
Radahn stood alone on the UA grounds, the moon casting long shadows across the training field. In his hand, the black blade glinted dully, absorbing the light rather than reflecting it.
The taste of using Destined Death still lingered – bitter as regret.
He could still see it – the golden capital crumbling, the Erdtree burning, Godwyn's corpse spreading death through the roots of the world. All because of this accursed power.
His grip tightened on the hilt. Never again. This world had no Greater Will, no Elden Ring to disrupt, but the lesson remained: some powers were too dangerous to wield.
A breeze stirred the leaves around him. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called into the night.
Radahn sealed the blade in his inventory.
The Class 1-A dormitory was unnaturally quiet.
Normally bustling with energy at this hour, now the common room felt more like a morgue.
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Uraraka sat curled up on the couch, her usual cheerful demeanour absent.
"I just, I've never seen someone die before." she whispered, staring at her hands.
Beside her, Iida adjusted his glasses stiffly.
"They were villains. They chose their path." But even his righteous tone wavered.
"Doesn't mean they deserved that." Kirishima muttered, his sharp teeth worrying his lip.
"That was brutal."
"Damn right it was brutal!" Bakugo slammed his palms on the table, making several students jump.
"Those bastards came to kill us! You wanna cry over them? Go join their damn side!"
Jiro's earphone jacks twitched nervously.
"It's not about them, Bakugo. It's about us. About what kind of heroes we want to be."
Todoroki sat apart from the others, staring into the middle distance. "He didn't hesitate," he said quietly. "Not for a second."
At the edge of the room, Midoriya sat with his notebook open, the page blank. His mind kept replaying the moment Radahn had looked at him – those golden eyes seeing straight through him, as if his secret, his connection to All Might, was laid bare.
A shiver ran down his spine.
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Somewhere else,
The dimly lit bar stank of antiseptic and decay. Shigaraki Tomura hunched over the counter, his fingers scratching compulsively at his neck. The skin was raw, bleeding.
"He tore through us like we were nothing!" he hissed, voice cracking.
"The Nomu! The Nomu was supposed to kill All Might!"
Kurogiri's mist-like form swirled uneasily. "Indeed. This variable was unforeseen."
The television screen flickered to life, casting an eerie glow across the room.
"Tomura."
Shigaraki flinched, then whirled toward the screen. "Sensei! I—"
"Calm yourself." The voice was smooth, almost amused.
"Tell me everything. From the beginning."
As Shigaraki recounted the events, a figure emerged from the shadows – a gaunt man in a stained lab coat, his eyes gleaming behind thick glasses. Doctor Garaki listened intently, his fingers steepled.
"Fascinating!" the doctor murmured when Shigaraki finished.
"To dismantle a Nomu so easily, this bears further study."
"Indeed." All For One's voice had lost its amusement. "This Hoshigami Enrai, an interesting complication."
Shigaraki's scratching intensified. "Complication? He destroyed us! We need to—"
"You need to think, Tomura." The rebuke was gentle but firm.
"This changes nothing about our ultimate goal. Only the current events."
The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Shall I accelerate the next batch, then?"
A moment of silence. Then:
"Yes. And begin preparations for the... other project. If this new player can challenge a Nomu so easily, we must be prepared to match him."
Shigaraki's breath came faster. "What about him? If UA—"
"Our inside source remains secure. For now, we watch. We learn." The screen flickered.
"And when the time comes... we shall see how this 'hero' fares against true power."
As the screen went dark, Shigaraki slumped forward, his breathing ragged. The doctor patted his shoulder absently before shuffling back into the shadows.
Kurogiri remained still, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.
Somewhere in the distance, a monitor beeped steadily, tracking the vitals of dozens of unseen subjects.
The dim glow of medical monitors cast long shadows across the underground lab, their flickering light reflecting off rows of containment vats. Doctor Garaki adjusted his glasses as he studied the latest Nomu's vitals, his raspy voice cutting through the hum of machinery.
"A man who tore apart our bio-engineered weapon with his bare hands. Fascinating." His yellowed teeth showed in something resembling a smile.
"I'd very much like to examine him."
All For One sat motionless in his medical chair, the tubes and wires running to his skull shifting slightly as he tilted his head.
"Then make it happen." he said, his voice like oil sliding across glass.
"School records. Hero licenses. Even grocery receipts—if this 'Hoshigami Enrai' has left so much as a fingerprint in this world, I want it found."
Garaki tapped at his tablet, pulling up surveillance feeds from the USJ attack. The footage showed only glimpses—a flash of crimson hair, the arc of a black blade—before the cameras shorted out.
"Most curious, His fighting style doesn't match any known hero or vigilante." The doctor's finger hovered over the blurry image.
"Almost as if he's from—"
"Somewhere else?" All For One finished. A dry chuckle escaped his respirator.
"How poetic that would be. But no—every power has an origin. And we will find his."
He raised a withered hand, the gesture summoning Kurogiri from the shadows.
"Prepare the Nomu variants. If brute force won't suffice." The respirator hissed.
"We'll need something smarter."
Garaki's eyes gleamed behind his glasses as he turned toward the largest vat, where something with too many limbs floated in amber fluid.
"The High-Ends, then?"
All For One's answer was a silence that spoke volumes.
All For One's fingers twitched against the armrest of his chair, the IV lines swaying slightly with the movement. "There is another matter," he said, his voice lowering into something dangerous.
"The Starscourge."
Garaki paused, his scalpel hovering over a specimen tray. "Radahn?" He let out a wheezing chuckle.
"The warlord who vanished from the face of the earth? Even we couldn't dig up a trace of him after the collapse."
"And yet" All For One murmured, "Someone remembers. Someone always remembers."
His mask tilted slightly, the empty sockets where eyes should be seeming to pierce through the doctor.
"Cross-reference the timelines. Any record of a warrior matching his description—mercenary work, underground rings, even old hero commission blackouts. If he so much as cast a shadow in this world, I want to know where it fell."
The lab's fluorescent lights hummed ominously as Doctor Garaki reviewed the USJ footage for the thirty-seventh time. His gnarled finger paused the video frame showing Enrai's black blade halting mid-swing, the Nomu's arm already severed before the weapon appeared to move.
"Most peculiar." he muttered, adjusting his cracked glasses.
"This combat style., it's not just skill. It's like he's fought this exact battle before."
All For One's respirator cycled slowly in the dim light.
"You're focusing on the wrong detail."
Garaki turned from his monitors, the glow casting shadows across his wrinkled face.
"The Starscourge?"
Garaki adjusted his cracked glasses, the glow of his monitor reflecting off his lenses.
"Master , maybe this Enrai could be connected to Radahn?" He let out a wheezing laugh.
"That's absurd. Radahn was a mountain of a man—over eight feet tall, built like a siege weapon. Enrai's records show him at six-foot-three, average frame. Their facial structures don't match, their—"
All For One went unnaturally still.
The heart monitor beeped. Once. Twice.
Then—
."Doctor , bring out Enrai's data." His voice calm but there was a tint of impatience in those words.
The revelation hung in the air like smoke. Garaki's hands were already flying across the keyboard, pulling up dark web archives and hero commission backdoors.
"Most unusual." Garaki muttered, his voice raspy with excitement.
"This Hoshigami Enrai's records... they're too clean. Too perfect."
All For One sat motionless in his medical chair, the various tubes and wires connecting him to life support systems shifting slightly as he leaned forward. "Explain."
Garaki tapped the screen where Enrai's official hero license application appeared.
"Look here - his quirk registration, medical history, even his elementary school records. The data structure is flawless, no errors , no police records , no friends who remember him , no public sightings; which means it's fabricated."
The doctor's yellowed teeth showed in a grin.
"Someone went to great lengths to make this man appear ordinary."
The heart monitor beeped steadily as All For One processed this information.
"Trace the original files. Before the edits."
Garaki's fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up deeper archives.
"The encryption is... impressive. UA-level security protocols."
His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "But everyone leaves traces."
After several minutes of intense work, Garaki suddenly stiffened.
"Here! I've found the original metadata timestamps." The screen displayed two entries side by side:
Original File Metadata:
Name: Hoshigami Enrai
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Blood Group: Unknown
Quirk: Energy Manipulation
Timestamps:
Hoshigami Enrai - First Appearance: March 2, 20XX 07:01
Radahn - Last Sighting: March 1, 20XX 23:59
(A/N: I forgor the og dates.)
The timestamps glowed accusingly in the dark lab.
"Impossible!" Garaki whispered.
AFO's respirator hissed like a laughing serpent. "Unless our friend has been playing dress-up."
The doctor's hands trembled.
"—Are exactly what someone would fabricate if they needed to disappear." AFO's chair creaked as he leaned forward. "Tell me, Doctor. What happens if we remove Nezu's edits?"
The screen flickered violently as Garaki executed the final decryption. The last piece emerged - a single line from an erased police report:
"Subject has lost memory but claims—"
The text cut off abruptly, replaced by a UA security override.
Garaki's coffee cup shattered on the floor.
"This would require not just shapeshifting, but cellular reconstruction. Even my Nomu can't— Unless he has a similar quirk like yours!"
"Ahahaha!" AFO's laughter echoed through the lab, drowning out the bubbling vats.
"Oh, this changes everything."