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Three Days Later...
Opening Day...
The Recovery Center opened its doors under a clear sky—and the world noticed.
For three straight days, Rudra had been absent from U.A., officially on leave, unofficially buried in planning, interviews, approvals, and last-minute crises that came with building something no one had tried before.
This wasn't just another hospital.
This was a place meant only for people broken by their quirks—mentally, physically, emotionally.
And that made all the difference.
Earlier...
Jeremy had been relentless.
"We should take in all new young candidates,"
He argued, pacing with a tablet in hand.
"Fresh minds, no bias, adaptable—"
Rudra shook his head rejecting his idea.
"Not all problems are learned from textbooks."
He laid it out clearly. As Rudra explained what's in his mind.
"60–40 approach, Sixty percent new recruits—young, adaptable, open-minded. Forty percent experienced professionals who've actually treated problematic quirks in the field."
Jeremy frowned, then slowly nodded.
"...."
-Frown -Nod
"And counseling?"
"Ten dedicated professionals,"
Rudra added without hesitation he don't want to compromise on this.
"No medical shortcuts. Trauma doesn't disappear because bones heal."
Jeremy sighed theatrically.
-Sigh
"Fine, fine. Professor younger beautiful staff still connect better though."
He coughed.
-Cough -Cough
"…Purely professional reasons."
Rudra raised an eyebrow.
"Of course."
At the recovery centre...
Two rooms had been prepared with exceptional care.
One for Toya. One for Himiko Toga.
Both had arrived quietly, away from cameras.
Both carried wounds no scanner could fully measure.
The centre wasn't rushed with expectations.
No pressure to "recover quickly." No demand to "be normal."
Just time. Support. And people who refused to give up on them.
Opening Day...
Pro heroes arrived. Medical professionals followed. U.A. staff members—Rudra's colleagues—stood among them, quietly proud.
Cameras flashed.
-FLASH! -FLASH!
Microphones crowded the entrance.
And the headline spread like wildfire.
"Pro Hero Ra-One Opens Dedicated Recovery Center for Quirk-Related Trauma"
News panels debated it for two straight days.
"This could change hero society views on quirks which could be lethal if ot controlled properly."
"A center focused purely on problematic quirks?"
"Why hasn't this existed before? Is there is need for it... Don't we already have this functions at the regular quirk hospital."
"Is this the future of mental health in hero culture? Or a failed attempt or may be some kind of stunt for avoiding tax?"
Public opinion shifted. Slowly. But noticeably.
Because this wasn't about villains. It was about the people who never became heroes—and never chose to become monsters either.
Peoples who were discriminated just because they had a mutant quirk.
As Rudra stood at the entrance, watching staff guide patients inside, he felt something rare.
Not triumph. Not pride. But quiet certainty.
This place would save lives. Not all at once. Not dramatically.
But one person at a time.
And for the next two days, as the world talked and argued and speculated.
Nagano Prefecture...
Rented House...
Meanwhile,
Amirtha, Junoo, Ravi, Shiva, Meena, and Sandeep didn't attend the opening.
Not because they didn't care.
Because they were working.
Deep in training grounds away from the public eye, they pushed themselves to understand the Astras now adapted to this world—learning limits, syncing instincts, discovering how differently power behaved here compared to the Brahmastra world.
Layla and Gwen stayed behind with them, acting as anchors, observers, and occasionally referees when Ravi and Sandeep got too enthusiastic.
When the news played on TV—
"Pro Hero Ra-One opens the first dedicated Quirk Recovery Center…"
They all stopped whatever they were doing and turned to look at the news.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Amirtha watched silently, arms folded, eyes soft.
"…He's grown,"
She said quietly. Not stronger. Grown.
Junoo smiled with quiet pride.
Shiva nodded once. Meena rested her chin on her hand, thoughtful.
-Nod
Ravi grinned. Sandeep pumped a fist.
They made a decision without speaking it out loud.
'When we're ready… we'll visit.'
U.A. High School...
Rudra finally showed his face again on campus.
Three days of leave. Two missed classes.
For a Creativity Professor, that mattered more than people realized.
As he walked through the halls, his footsteps echoed against familiar walls.
Students passed by, whispering—some respectful, some excited.
"Did you see the news?"
"That recovery center was insane."
"That's our professor—right?"
Rudra didn't react. Then he heard that conversation.
"…Don't get cocky just because you're Class 1-A."
The tone was sharp. Smug. Provoking.
"Sports Festival will show who's actually better."
Rudra paused.
"...."
Ahead, a small crowd had gathered. At the center stood a blond student with a permanently irritated expression, arms crossed, voice loud enough to carry. He declared.
"Class 1-B will crush you, You people are just lucky you got attention first."
Ah. There it was.
Neito Monoma, doing what he did best—turning rivalry into a performance.
Rudra sighed. Not annoyed. Resigned.
-Sigh
"...."
"So it begins,"
He murmured. He didn't intervene. Not yet. This is a important chapter in Class 1-B's development.
Instead, he continued walking, letting the tension simmer. Rivalry wasn't bad—unchecked ego was.
Moments later, he entered the staff room.
The door shut behind him with a soft click.
-Click.
Another day at U.A.
And Rudra knew—the Sports Festival wasn't just about competition this year.
The staff room door swung open.
"Wow,"
Came a familiar, teasing voice.
"I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you work."
Rudra looked up to see Nemuri Kayama strolling toward him, hands behind her back, a grin already in place.
"...."
"Three days,"
She continued dramatically.
"No dramatic entrances. No creative lectures. U.A. almost felt… normal."
Rudra chuckled, setting his bag down.
-Chuckle
"Careful. Say that too loudly and Nezu might make it official."
Midnight laughed and leaned closer.
-Pfft...
"So what was it this time? Secret project? Underground operation? Saving the world again?"
"Just paperwork, Terrifying stuff."
Rudra replied smoothly.
She scoffed acting like she was angry.
"Liar."
Somehow, without either of them noticing when it happened, the teasing felt… easy. Natural. Comfortable.
Before she could push it further—
"YOOOOO, GOOD MORNING, U.A. STAFF—!"
The door burst open as Present Mic stormed in with his usual volume, throwing finger guns at no one in particular.
"RUDRA'S BACK, BABY—!"
Right behind him—
A caterpillar-shaped sleeping bag slithered in across the floor, bumped into a corner, and immediately went still.
A soft snore followed.
-Snore.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Midnight glanced down.
"…He didn't even make it to a chair."
Rudra smiled faintly.
"Typical."
Shota Aizawa, already unconscious, had officially arrived.
The room settled—until another presence entered.
The door opened more quietly this time.
Sekijiro Kan walked in, posture straight, expression serious, a thick bundle of papers tucked under his arm.
He stopped at Rudra's desk and placed the files down neatly. As he spoke.
"Information on Class 1-B, Student profiles. Quirks. Behavioral notes."
Rudra straightened slightly.
"...."
"Thank you. I heard today's my first class with them."
Sekijiro nodded. He paused, then added, more quietly,
-Nod
"It is. Their first Creativity class since the term started—three weeks in. They're competitive. But they work hard. Treat them fairly, and they'll respond."
Rudra met his eyes and smiled—genuine, respectful.
"I will."
Sekijiro nodded once, satisfied, and turned to leave.
-Nod
"...."
As the door closed behind him, Present Mic leaned over. He said, lowering his voice theatrically,
"Man, Vlad King runs his class like a military unit. Respect."
Midnight smirked with a raised eye brow.
-Smirk
"And now they get you."
Rudra picked up the file, flipping through the pages thoughtfully.
Class 1-B. Fresh minds. Untapped creativity. And a rivalry already simmering.
He let out a quiet breath. While he murmured.
"Alright, Let's see what sparks fly today."
Outside the staff room, U.A. buzzed as usual.
Rudra leaned back in his chair and started going through the Class 1-B files, flipping pages with the calm focus of someone who enjoyed understanding people more than judging them.
He read slowly. Thoughtfully.
Class 1-B — Initial Assessment (Creativity Perspective)
1--> Yosetsu Awase
Quirk: Weld
Assessment: Practical thinker. Strong support instincts. Tends to think in straight lines. Needs encouragement to experiment beyond "functionality."
2--> Sen Kaibara
Quirk: Gyrate
Assessment: Disciplined, technical. Good control but overly rigid. Creativity lies in angles and momentum, not imagination yet.
3--> Togaru Kamakiri
Quirk: Razor Sharp
Assessment: Aggressive, instinct-driven. Surprisingly creative in combat improvisation. Needs emotional regulation to unlock higher-level ideas.
4--> Shihai Kuroiro
Quirk: Black
Assessment: High potential. Strategic, stealth-oriented thinker. Creativity thrives in unconventional environments.
5--> Itsuka Kendo
Quirk: Big Fist
Assessment: Natural leader. Balances logic and emotion well. Creativity expressed through teamwork and adaptability.
6--> Yui Kodai
Quirk: Size
Assessment: Quiet but observant. Thinks in scale and proportion. Underestimated creativity, needs confidence.
7--> Kinoko Komori
Quirk: Mushroom
Assessment: Extremely creative. Abstract thinker. High battlefield control potential. Needs structure to avoid chaos.
8--> Ibara Shiozaki
Quirk: Vines
Assessment: Moral rigidity limits creativity. Strong symbolism-based thinking. Needs exposure to moral gray zones.
9--> Jurota Shishida
Quirk: Beast
Assessment: Physical powerhouse. Creativity suppressed by self-control issues. Needs outlets for instinctive creativity.
10--> Nirengeki Shoda
Quirk: Twin Impact
Assessment: Excellent timing-based creativity. Thinks in sequences. Reliable under pressure.
11--> Pony Tsunotori
Quirk: Horn Cannon
Assessment: Wild creativity. Cultural gap causes misunderstandings but also unique ideas.
12--> Kosei Tsuburaba
Quirk: Solid Air
Assessment: Defensive creativity. Thinks spatially. Needs encouragement to think offensively.
13--> Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
Quirk: Steel
Assessment: Simple mindset, but adaptable under stress. Creativity emerges through resilience.
14--> Setsuna Tokage
Quirk: Lizard Tail Splitter
Assessment: Highly creative. Tactical thinker. Uses misdirection instinctively.
15--> Manga Fukidashi
Quirk: Comic
Assessment: Literal creativity powerhouse. Needs discipline to avoid overuse.
16--> Juzo Honenuki
Quirk: Softening
Assessment: Strategic genius. Thinks three steps ahead. High creative intelligence.
17--> Kojiro Bondo
Quirk: Cemedine
Assessment: Support-focused creativity. Reliable but cautious.
18--> Neito Monoma
Quirk: Copy
Assessment: Insecure brilliance. Creativity fueled by rivalry. Needs validation without comparison.
19--> Reiko Yanagi
Quirk: Poltergeist
Assessment: Subtle, elegant creativity. Works best when unnoticed.
20--> Hiryu Rin
Quirk: Scales
Assessment: Balanced fighter. Creativity tied to adaptability and endurance.
Rudra took a sip of cola—
HISSSS—
Perfect timing.
He glanced up as All Might, in his lean form, walked in with a plastic bag.
"Hydration is important!"
All Might said cheerfully, handing over the drink.
"Saving society one beverage at a time,"
Rudra replied dryly, taking another sip.
All Might laughed.
-HAHA!
"You sound like Aizawa."
Right on cue—
snrrrrrk
The caterpillar sleeping bag in the corner twitched.
Rudra smiled, finished reading, and carefully placed the files into the rack on his desk. He locked it. Time.
As he stood, Midnight leaned against the doorframe. While she teased,
"So, ready to inspire Class 1-B? Or are you planning to mysteriously vanish again?"
Rudra walked past her, smirking.
-Smirk
"Relax. I only disappear when the world needs fixing… or when staff meetings get boring."
She gasped dramatically.
-Gasp
"How dare you."
He paused at the door, glanced back.
"You're right. Staff meetings are far more dangerous."
Midnight laughed, genuine and loud acting like a senior.
-Pfft.
"Get out before I assign you detention, Professor Hero."
Rudra chuckled, opened the door, and waved.
-Chuckle
"Try not to traumatize anyone while I'm gone."
"NO PROMISES,"
She called after him.
The door closed. Laughter lingered.
And somewhere down the hall, Class 1-B was about to meet a teacher who didn't care about rivalry—Only potential in them.
Class 1-B...
The door to Class 1-B slid open. Mid-sentence chatter died instantly.
"…and then we'll show Class 1-A—"
"—they're not the only—"
Silence. Twenty pairs of eyes locked onto the man who had just walked in.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rudra stepped inside calmly, shut the door behind him, and walked to the board as if he hadn't just interrupted a very heated rivalry briefing.
He picked up a piece of chalk.
Tap. Tap.
And wrote, clean and deliberate:
RUDRA ESWAR
RA-ONE
CREATIVITY PROFESSOR
A few students stiffened. A few widened their eyes.
One blond boy near the back looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon.
Rudra turned, resting the chalk on the ledge, and smiled. He said warmly.
"Good afternoon, This is our first class together, so let's start properly."
He inclined his head slightly.
"I'm Rudra Eswar. Pro Hero Ra-One. I'll be handling your Creativity classes."
The tension didn't disappear—but it shifted.
Curiosity replaced bravado.
"Creativity,"
While Rudra continued,
"isn't about flashy ideas or copying what works for others. It's about discovering how you think under pressure."
His eyes swept the room once.
"And I'd like to know who I'm teaching."
He raised a hand and pointed gently toward the front row. Then he spoke.
"You, Class representative."
Itsuka Kendo straightened instantly.
'My favorite pro hero is asking me to introduce myself. Stay calm... Class rep dignity... Class rep dignity...'
She stood up, cleared her throat, and bowed slightly. She said clearly.
-Cough
"I'm Itsuka Kendo, Quirk: Big Fist. I aim to become a pro hero who can protect people and support my team reliably."
She hesitated, then added with a small smile,
"...."
"And… I want to lead by example."
Rudra nodded approvingly hearing her intro.
-Nod
"Good. Sit. Next—seat order."
One by one, they stood.
Awase spoke about building things that save lives.
Kaibara talked about mastering control.
Kamakiri declared he'd cut through villains head-on.
Kuroiro spoke quietly, eyes thoughtful.
Kodai kept her words minimal but focused.
Komori smiled brightly, talking about spreading influence.
Shiozaki spoke of faith and righteousness.
Shishida mentioned strength with restraint.
Shoda explained timing and precision.
Pony waved enthusiastically, accent thick but ambition clear.
Tsuburaba spoke about defense.
Tetsutetsu grinned and promised toughness.
-Grin
Tokage smirked, clearly enjoying attention.
-Smirk
Fukidashi's introduction came with visual sound effects.
Honenuki was calm, analytical.
Bondo spoke carefully.
Monoma stood last, voice sharp, eyes flicking toward an imaginary Class 1-A.
Yanagi spoke softly.
Rin finished with disciplined confidence.
Rudra listened to every word.
No interruptions. No judgments.
When the last student sat down, he leaned back against the desk.
"Good,"
He said simply. The class leaned in without realizing it. While She said clearly.
"Ambition is loud in this room, That's not a bad thing. But creativity doesn't grow in rivalry alone."
His gaze briefly lingered on Monoma—then moved on. He said,
"In this class, you'll learn how to turn your quirks into ideas, not just weapons."
A pause so the students could listen to his each words. He added with a faint smile,
"And by the end of this term, I expect each of you to surprise yourselves."
The awkward tension was gone now. Replaced by something far more dangerous. Interest.
Rudra led Class 1-B to Training Ground Beta, an open stretch of reinforced earth and steel pillars where ideas could breathe without walls getting in the way.
Training Ground Beta...
"Training suits,"
He said simply while walking towards the ground.
They changed quickly.
The mood shifted the moment they stepped back out—less classroom, more proving ground.
Rudra checked the time on his watch. Then he announced.
"You have thirty minutes, Your task is not to fight. Not to show power. Come up with one creative application of your quirk that produces a positive response. Rescue. Support. Control. Anything useful."
A few brows furrowed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"No combat?"
Kamakiri blurted stunned by what he had heard.
"No combat,"
Rudra confirmed. He lifted a hand. Tiny crimson cubes clicked together midair, assembling into a comfortable chair.
Another flick formed a wide umbrella, shading him from the sun as he sat, relaxed, legs crossed. he said pleasantly.
"I'll be right here, Convince me."
The timer started.
At first, chaos. Students paced. Some argued with themselves. Some stared at their hands like the answers might be written there.
Monoma scoffed under his breath.
"Creative… without copying anyone."
Kendo clapped her hands once.
"Okay! Think support roles. Real-world problems."
That grounded them.
Awase crouched, welding broken metal scraps into a quick brace. He muttered.
"Temporary structural support during disasters,"
Komori giggled softly, already sketching mushroom growth patterns in the dirt.
-Giggle
"Air filtration… spores can neutralize toxins."
Kodai quietly enlarged a pebble, then shrank it back, eyes narrowing.
"Size manipulation for transport logistics,"
She whispered to herself like she had found a new way to look at her quirk.
Honenuki softened the ground beneath a pillar, then rehardened it. He noted.
"Controlled demolition prevention,"
Shoda tapped a rock twice, testing timing. Then he murmured.
"Delayed impact cushioning,"
Tsuburaba shaped invisible platforms, testing angles.
"Mobile shields… evacuation routes."
Tokage split a finger segment off, sending it scouting between obstacles. She grinned.
-Grin
"Remote search and rescue,"
Yanagi lifted a fallen branch gently, floating it across the field. She said quietly.
"Debris removal,"
Even Tetsutetsu sat down, thinking hard, scratching his head.
-Scratch -Scratch
"…I could block collapsing tunnels. Human shield."
Pony drew quick diagrams in the dirt, horns pointing in different directions.
"Non-lethal crowd control nets!"
She exclaimed as if she has just realized.
Kuroiro melted into shadows cast by the pillars, then reappeared.
"Stealth evacuation guidance,"
He said calmly. While Kamakiri struggled—then froze. He muttered.
"...."
"…I could cut paths, not people, Clear trapped zones."
Monoma watched them all, jaw tight. Then his eyes lit up. As he spoke slowly.
"…Temporary quirk simulation for civilians, Teaching emergency responses."
Meanwhile,
Under his umbrella, Rudra watched everything.
Not judging. Not interrupting.
He smiled when someone stumbled onto a good idea. Raised a brow when someone surprised themselves. He thought
"...."
'This, is where creativity starts.'
When the timer chimed, he stood.
-Ring -Ring.
"Time,"
He said loudly. The students straightened, breathless—not from exertion, but from thinking.
Rudra folded the umbrella away; the chair dissolved back into red cubes.
"Good, Very good."
A few students blinked.
"...."
"...."
"...."
As he added lightly.
"That wasn't a compliment, It was an observation."
He gestured to the field. Rudra continued.
"You just learned something important, Your quirks aren't just tools for rivalry. They're answers waiting for the right questions."
He met their eyes one by one. Then he announced.
"Next class, you'll refine these ideas. Prototype them. Stress-test them."
A pause. A faint smile. He shrugged—
"...."
"And if Class 1-A wants to compete—bring them solutions, not swagger."
Class 1-B exchanged looks by the compliment they just found some simple use of their quirk didnt expect to get praised. Which left them in good mood.
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