21:30 of the same day
From the dark night sky, a streak of fire as bright as a meteor crashed straight into the headquarters of Wild, Wild Pussycats Agency, accompanied by a loud explosion that shook the entire area. The terrible sound startled Ragdoll and Tiger – two members of the hero group – and they immediately rushed out of the headquarters building to check what was happening. The peaceful summer night air was now torn apart by the explosion, and the acrid smell of fire spread in the wind, causing the two of them to squint from the bright light from the impact point.
From the middle of the circle of fire surrounding the spot where the streak of light fell, a teenager around 18 years old slowly stood up after landing in a "superhero" style – a pose that looked impressive and cool but was actually extremely harmful to the knees, with the impact force so strong that it cracked the surrounding ground. He had bright red hair, sparkling with streaks of fire as if it were coming to life under the moonlight, amber eyes that flashed in the darkness of the night, and a handsome face with sharp features, exuding a cold, solemn aura. He stood straight, his expression unbelievably calm, his lazy eyes scanning Ragdoll and Tiger, as if he didn't care about the chaos he had just caused.
"Who is it?!?!" Tiger immediately rushed forward, shielding Ragdoll behind him, not forgetting to radiate a dangerous aura, his muscles tensed in readiness for battle. But that aura was immediately pushed back by the terrifying pressure emanating from the other teenager – an invisible pressure, as heavy as a mountain, forcing Tiger to take a step back, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Where is the U.A. student campsite?" The teenager calmly spoke, his voice low, without any extraneous emotions. "I'm here to carry out an urgent mission from Principal Nezu."
As he spoke, he took out a carefully stamped express dispatch and handed it to Tiger for identification. At the same time, he didn't forget to repeat the original question about the location of Class 1-A's camp, as if he didn't want to waste any time on any unnecessary words.
Tiger took the paper and carefully checked the stamp and contents, while Ragdoll stood behind him and watched with a mixture of curiosity and vigilance. Confirming that the mobilization order was real, both of them immediately changed their attitudes, becoming much more serious. The contents inside were not just ordinary missions – it was almost a top-level secret of U.A.: Receive and verify the "prophecy" from "Onodera Ryuga", and simultaneously serve as a temporary advisor for Class 1-A together with Aizawa Shota, and prevent the "strategic-level scenario" from happening, or at least minimize the damage and casualties if it could not be prevented.
Understanding the seriousness, Tiger and Ragdoll did not hesitate, leading this "big character" along. On the way, he was silent, only focused on the target, not asking any further questions, making the atmosphere even more tense. The late-night forest with the chirping of insects and the whistling wind seemed to be overwhelmed by his pressure.
When they reached the campsite, he asked the two of them to transfer the documents to Pixie-Bob, Mandalay and Aizawa, then gather in the office to plan ahead. He would then call the person concerned directly. His words were short, clear and commanding, excluding any argument.
After giving instructions, he went inside alone according to the instructions to the area where the boys were staying and immediately opened the door...
...
For the boys of class 1-A, the person who opened the door immediately made them get goosebumps and prepare for battle immediately. Because this man, besides having a handsome and lovable face, his vibe was EXTREMELY THREATENING even though he looked very normal.
No, actually it wasn't normal, because the white office suit, white leather shoes and black shirt that exposed part of the neck looked no different from a yakuza. The fact that he was holding a large sword that looked like an evil thing with only one hand made everyone even more afraid...
Except for one person, of course.
Todoroki Shoto, who had the most superficial reaction, suddenly showed surprise when he actually knew who this person's identity was.
"Guren-dono?" Shoto asked, looking surprised. "What are you doing here?"
The red-haired young man - Guren, slightly raised the corner of his lips, a lazy smile that did not hide the sharpness in his amber eyes. He did not immediately answer Shoto's question, instead scanning the remaining faces in the room, his eyes lingering a little longer on Bakugo and Kirishima before returning to Shoto.
"Shoto, huh? Good," Guren said, his tone calm as if meeting an old acquaintance in an unexpected place was a daily occurrence. "Where is Aizawa-sensei? And the other one... Onodera Ryuga."
Only then did Shoto realize that Guren had no intention of chatting or simply playing around like his father often compared him to when he was young. His purpose, very clearly, was to come here purely for work.
The boys of class 1-A looked at each other, no one understood what was going on, but Guren's presence was too overwhelming for anyone to ask him or Shoto any more questions about the Todoroki family's complexity.
Shoto, after a brief moment of composure, pointed towards the building's office. "Aizawa-sensei is in there. Together with... Onodera."
Guren nodded in satisfaction at that answer before gently closing the door and leaving, the large sword in his hand swaying slightly with each step he took as he passed the group and headed straight for the office.
...
The atmosphere in the office was now both leaden and stifling beyond description. Izuku and I, both still wearing only towels, were sitting on a bench, enduring an endless moral lecture from Mandalay, and Pixie-Bob, Ragdoll, and Tiger sat across from us with disappointed looks on their faces, while Aizawa-sensei just stood in the corner with his arms crossed and used his tired eyes as if judging me.
"…and invading the personal space of others, especially girls, is an unacceptable behavior for someone who is striving to become a hero!" Mandalay emphasized, hands on hips.
I yawned, not bothering to hide it. Izuku beside me was curled up like a kitten that had been doused with water, head down, mumbling apologies over and over.
How funny. It was obvious that I was the mastermind and it was just an accident, but that Kota brat—that damn brat, the direct cause of this—wasn't told anything, and instead both Izuku and I shouldered the blame.
"Onodera," Aizawa-sensei's dry voice rang out, cutting off Mandalay's words. "You don't seem to be taking this seriously, do you?"
"I - T - W - A - S - J - U - S - T - A - N - A - C - C - I - D - E - N - T," I replied, my face expressionless. "How am I supposed to tell all of you about this?"
Pixie-Bob looked like he wanted to pounce on me and punch me a few times. Aizawa just sighed, a sigh filled with helplessness. He knew I was deliberately trying to provoke them and .
At that moment, a loud explosion from outside shook the entire building. The cup of water on the table shook violently. Izuku jumped, his face pale. The Pro Heroes reacted immediately.
"Attack?!" Mandalay and Pixie-Bob shouted from outside.
Aizawa-sensei was already at the window, the bandage around his neck moving slightly. "No. An ally. But why did the Principal call this annoying guy here..."
"Another problem," I muttered, feeling extremely annoyed. "This scenario is getting more and more ridiculous subplots..."
We heard a brief exchange outside, then the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the office. The door swung open.
And Guren walked in.
I recognized him immediately from that night at the pool. The white suit, the black shirt with the open collar, and the demeanor of a yakuza who had just stepped out of a movie from a long time ago were very, very different from the fake politeness from last time. And this time, he carried a giant greatsword with only one hand and a pressure that made the air in the room feel thick.
He walked in, the greatsword in his hand moving slightly with each step, creating an indescribable feeling of heaviness. Guren's amber eyes swept over the Pro Heroes, stopping briefly at Aizawa, then locking onto me. A lazy, almost mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Well, let's see what we have here," Guren said, his voice low but resonant. "A family gathering? Am I disturbing you, Aizawa-sensei?"
Aizawa-sensei didn't reply, only slightly narrowing his tired eyes. It was clear that this guy's appearance wasn't within his pleasant expectations, and . Mandalay and Pixie-Bob stood in front of us defensively, their wariness evident.
"Todoroki Guren," Aizawa finally spoke, his voice dry. "What are you doing here? And why are you making such a loud noise?"
Guren shrugged indifferently, glancing at Tiger and Ragdoll as if ordering them to hand over the dispatch to Aizawa with irresistible authority.
"Urgent dispatch from Principal Nezu. I guess you already know what it's about." He glanced at me and Izuku, still wrapped in towels, and then smirked. "As for the noise... consider it a greeting. I don't really like going through the back door."
Aizawa took the dispatch, quickly skimmed through the contents, and I could see his expression become more serious. Silence filled the room, broken only by the rustling of papers. After a while, he let out a sigh, a heavy sigh of resignation.
"I understand," Aizawa said, then looked up at Guren. "Student Council President Todoroki Guren, you will be the temporary advisor for Class 1-A along with me."
Guren nodded indifferently, accepting Aizawa's introduction as a matter of course, his attitude like a king inspecting his domain. Then, finally, those sharp amber eyes turned towards me and Izuku - the two sinners still wrapped in towels, sitting huddled on the chair. A lazy but mocking smile spread across his lips, slow and provocative.
"This is actually quite funny..." His low voice, echoing in the quiet room, carried an undisguised superiority. "The training camp even has a sauna service? Why didn't anyone tell me so I could prepare?"
His flippant, adult-like joke made both Mandalay and Pixie-Bob show signs of discomfort. Izuku cowered, his face red as if he wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it right away.
What about me? I just shrugged indifferently, responding with an emotionless look, as if this cheap sarcasm wasn't worth my attention.
Guren didn't care about the reactions of the pro heroes in the slightest. He gently walked over, placed a hand on Izuku's trembling shoulder, then slowly spoke each word clearly, his voice not loud but carrying an undeniable authority.
"You go outside. This conversation can't be heard by everyone. Everyone who isn't the team leader and advisor, please go outside."
His words weren't a request, but rather an order. Izuku was startled, looking blankly at Aizawa-sensei as if seeking confirmation.
The teacher just sighed tiredly and nodded slightly, a nod full of resignation. Apparently, the authority of this Student Council President, at least in this mission, was absolute, to the point that Azawa - a straightforward and cold person - was seen for the first time acting helpless like this.
"But..." Izuku wanted to say something, perhaps to stay and support me, but a cold glare from Guren made him swallow all his words. That gaze was not just a threat, it was an affirmation of class, an overwhelming silence.
He stood up dejectedly, bowed, and walked out of the room with Pixie-Bob, Ragdoll, and Tiger with a face that was both embarrassed and worried.
The door closed. Now, the room was left with only me, still wrapped in a towel, facing Aizawa, Mandalay, and a Student Council President whose behavior and appearance looked no different from a gangster.
This situation could not be more ridiculous...