"According to the directions, it should be... right here."
Lifting my head, I gazed intently at a sleek, five-story white building. It stood precisely on the corner of a freeway intersection, which struck me as a somewhat peculiar location for any building, let alone a Hero Agency. But then, who was I to judge the eccentricities of urban planning?
A few minutes prior, Aizawa-sensei had escorted us to a train station, explicitly to ensure none of us attempted to flee our assigned internships. It was a bizarre measure, certainly, but I supposed U.A. was keen to maintain an unblemished reputation with the various Hero Agencies. After all, he had delivered a stern warning to treat everyone with the utmost respect during our internships – classic Aizawa. He'd also given us the typical, albeit unenthusiastic, motivational talk about how we would all become great heroes if we simply tried hard enough, and blah blah blah. Although it sounded more like:
"If you don't strive to be Heroes... you're dead."
Something along those lines. I honestly wasn't paying much attention, but it was Aizawa! That grumpy dog could barely grudgingly praise someone, so I was 100% sure his entire talk was utterly awful.
Anyway, it was a rather remarkable coincidence that the Nighteye Agency was located in the very same city where I resided. I genuinely couldn't fathom how I hadn't noticed it before.
(A/N: Before anyone puts on their glasses, let me tell you that I didn't find where the Nighteye Agency is; I just took Shizuoka for convenience and because the buildings look a bit like Shizuoka or Musutafu style.)
"HEY!"
I instinctively launched a roundhouse kick towards my back, startled by the sudden, boisterous exclamation. I was genuinely surprised when my kick merely passed through the person without inflicting so much as a scratch. Regaining my balance, I looked closely at the smiling boy. For a fleeting moment, I actually thought it was All Might... but a smaller version. Although "small" was a bit of an exaggeration, as he was noticeably taller than me. His hair pointed upwards, a pure golden color, and he had small, electric blue eyes that regarded me with amusement. He was also quite muscular, perhaps on par with my own physique. It was only after a thorough appraisal that I realized he was wearing a U.A. uniform.
Grinning from ear to ear, the "Mini-Might" spoke cheerfully. "I guess that's not the customary way to greet someone, you know?"
"No, but I'm certainly not going to apologize," I retorted, folding my arms and pouting playfully. "Clearly, it was your fault for startling me."
"My bad, my bad," he said, scratching his head and laughing good-naturedly. Seeing him like that, I found myself unable to stay angry and began smiling too. "But I'm sure that reaction was quick. I can tell just by looking at you that you get a lot of exercise... I'm sure Sir will like you."
I blinked twice, a faint frown creasing my brow. "Sir?"
"Yes, Sir Nighteye. You're the new intern, right?" Mini-Might inquired, his head slightly bowed, still smiling.
My mind went blank for a moment, my eyebrows shooting upwards, before I replied, "I guess so, but aren't you new here too?"
"No, I'm a third-year. I've been interning with Sir since early in my second year," the boy replied as he began walking towards the building. I quickly followed him through the doors. I expected to find someone at the reception, but it was unusually empty and lonely. Still, one could discern the meticulous care put into the interior; everything looked extremely clean and spotless.
"Hey, that's weird..." Mini-Might muttered, looking around the front desk with a curious expression. "Normally, Bubble is here..."
After that, we ascended to the third floor. Despite being a moderately large building, it was strangely empty. It exuded an atmosphere reminiscent of a hospital, but even more desolate, as there was absolutely no noise. After climbing to the third floor, I couldn't bear the eerie silence of the strange place any longer and decided to break the uncomfortable quiet. "By the way... what's your name?"
"Togata, Togata Mirio. I'm a third-year student at U.A. You've possibly heard of me," he replied with a smile as they stopped in front of a door. I didn't need to be a genius to know that Nighteye was on the other side.
'That name... ah.' Suddenly, a distant memory resurfaced in my mind. 'The winner of the Third-Year Festival....'
Mirio opened the door, and swallowing my nerves, I stepped inside to face All Might's former partner. I took a deep breath and walked through the door... and the very first thing I saw upon entering the room was a large roulette wheel with a scantily clad, blue-skinned woman hanging from it, spinning around as she shrieked and cried loudly.
"Wahhh!!!"
"Hahaha! That never changes!" Mirio exclaimed, laughing out loud at the poor girl's plight.
I could feel my brain briefly shut down at the utterly surreal situation unfolding before me. 'Where the hell have you ended up now, Lena... in a BDSM dungeon?...' I began to understand why All Might eventually stopped working with Nighteye.
While I nodded as if enlightened by some divine revelation, Mirio carefully helped the girl down from the roulette wheel. Looking at her more closely, I could see that she was actually quite cute. She had dark blue hair with a fringe that almost completely hid one of her eyes, her skin was a light blue hue, and she was approximately the same height as Kyoka.
"Thank you, Mirio..." the girl replied, swirls still visible in her watery eyes.
"No problem, but you have to find something to make Sir laugh if you want to avoid this again," Mirio said as he placed his hands on his face to form a wide, forced smile. "You have to get a smile out of him!"
"Because I'm surrounded by humor freaks..." mumbled the blue girl as she mentally reviewed all the wrong turns her life had taken. "Where did I go wrong..."
I cautiously approached the dynamic duo as I inquired, "This... I don't mean to interrupt... whatever you guys are doing, but where is Nighteye?"
"Right here," replied a voice from the corner of the room.
Turning my head towards the voice, I saw a strangely intimidating man dressed in a smart gray suit. He had shiny dark green hair with some golden locks, and strict red eyes hidden behind his glasses. I couldn't quite make him out clearly as he was sitting down, but he looked quite tall compared to a normal person... 'God, and they say salarymen aren't scary...'
I unconsciously straightened up as I felt his gaze on me, and quickly approached Nighteye, completely ignoring the multitude of All Might posters adorning the walls around him.
"Welcome to my Agency. My name is Nighteye; those over there are my assistants," Nighteye explained, gesturing towards Mirio and the blue girl. "The blond is Togata Mirio, and the blue girl is Awata Kaoruko. During your internship, you will address them by their Hero names: Lemillion and Bubble Girl."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Oxton Lena, my Hero's name is Tracer. It's an honor to work—"
"I haven't decided yet if you will work for me," Nighteye interrupted me, continuing to work on his computer without paying any attention, which annoyed me a bit, a frown forming on my face.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me, why did you choose my agency?" Nighteye asked, deftly dodging my question.
"From what I understand, your Agency, unlike the others, focuses on kidnapping cases, drug trafficking, hostage situations, etc. Cases involving various people and civilians. I want to be a Heroine who can help as many civilians as possible; that's why I saw this Agency as a good opportunity," I answered seriously, the raw memory of my past self having a panic attack in the capsule briefly invading my mind. "I want to help people, not just save them. I want to make sure they feel like they have someone to trust and feel safe in."
"I see... What was your first impression when you walked into this room?"
"That you are a fetishist," I replied without hesitation.
Nighteye stopped typing on his computer. He looked at me with dead eyes, which made a lump form in my throat.
"PFFF!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Suddenly, Mirio's and Bubble Girl's loud laughter erupted behind me.
"And why do you have that impression of me?" Nighteye asked, ignoring his assistants.
"Because Bubble Girl was hanging on a roulette wheel. It reminded me a bit of BDSM. Plus, you have all those All Might magazines and collections, so you must be a perverted stalker obsessed with All Might!" I nodded to myself several times, completely sure of my accusation. Nighteye's silence only confirmed my suspicions.
"DID YOU HEAR THAT, SIR?! HAHAHAHA," Mirio couldn't contain himself and laughed out loud as he rolled on the floor. Mirio never thought anyone would insult Sir to his face in such a blatant manner!
Nighteye was only silent for a few moments before turning back to his computer. "You passed the test."
Lena cocked her head to one side with a confused look on her face. "Huh? What test?"
"You start patrolling alongside Lemillion; he will explain everything you need. If there is any subject you don't understand, you can talk to me," Nighteye explained, ignoring my question as he stood up from his seat. Yes, he was stupidly tall. "But first of all..."
"How do you know what BDSM is?"
I froze at the sudden question as my face began to heat up. "I-I... w-well, you see..."
As I was trying to come up with a poor excuse, I didn't notice that Nighteye's hand had touched my shoulder....
<#-ª$%(&¿1 / @*!-#%& / 872:234>
Nighteye, the All-Seeing Hero. He never liked that nickname. Sure, he could see the future, but sometimes it's better not to know what tomorrow holds. Nighteye learned the hard way how heartbreaking the future can be. He still vividly remembers how he saw All Might's death a few years ago. It was such a terrifying moment, so horrible that it made him lose his mind. And although he knew that sooner or later he would die, he could not accept it, even more so when it was he who sealed the fate of Japan's No. 1 Hero.
It was his obsession with All Might that led him to look into his future. It was his false hope that made him seal the fate of the greatest Hero that all Japan has ever had... In his guilt and fear, Nighteye looked for a thousand ways to change the fate, to change the future. But he quickly realized the harsh reality, a reality in which even to this day, he lived completely resigned. Since then, he has been careful about when and with whom to use his Quirk. When he sees someone's Future, it is as if Nighteye is in the same scenario of the future; the longer he sees someone's future, the more confused and less detailed the vision becomes. That little detail was the only thing keeping him sane today. The hope that what he saw was a simple mistake from abusing his Quirk....
Now, in the present, Nighteye looked at his new intern with a blank stare. He wasn't going to see much of her future, just about 10 minutes, to figure out what her future would be like. Only this time, his vision was nothing like his previous visions... The sky became crystal, each crystal showing a different image. There were too many for Nighteye to tell them apart. Looking around, he saw several mounds of earth drifting by; some had houses on them, some had burning buildings, and one appeared to be a reverse waterfall.
Nighteye's mind went into a panic. 'This is going to happen in 10 minutes?!'
I blinked, and now I was in the middle of the ocean. I thought I would fall in and drown, but I stayed there, floating. The locations were constantly changing with each blink, so fast that I could only faintly make them out. A city. A forest. A cave. A mountain. A desert. A highway. All in the blink of an eye.
I finally managed to concentrate enough to blurt out a few feeble words. "Where... am I?"
What I didn't expect was a voice to respond. "I think the question here is: why are you here? I really don't mind you being here, but this is the first time I've seen someone here who isn't one of my other selves."
I turned around, looking for the source of the voice, and blinked as I saw the familiar figure. "Oxton?..."
The figure looked a lot like his new intern. But... it wasn't right. Her brown hair was now a deep, dark blue, her face was hidden by a black gas mask, her jacket looked worn out from damage from different cuts.... This was no Oxton... instead of the confident and cheerful air of his intern, this one was serious and ancient, as if he was looking at a presence that easily tripled his age.
The Blue Oxton approached, walking slowly towards Nighteye before stopping a few feet away from him. He looked at him as if he were an anomaly before speaking seriously. "Technically, you're not wrong, but you're also wrong a lot... whatever, don't do this again, or there will be serious consequences for you."
With a snap of her fingers, Nighteye felt a tug on his chest, and before he knew it... he was back to normal.
"Um... maybe I should monitor this timeline. It's the first version of me to go with Nighteye..." Kairos muttered to herself before snapping her fingers. With a thunderous sound, reality ripped in front of her, showing Nighteye quickly pulling Lena's hand away. "Oh! It's that Lena! Now this could be interesting... though maybe I should block the interference between Time Quirks... meh, too lazy to do that."