[Denki's POV]
I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, feeling the cool air fill my lungs before releasing it in a controlled stream.
Then I activated my Quirk, channeling electricity through my neural pathways to accelerate my thought processing speed. The world around me seemed to slow slightly as my brain kicked into overdrive as neurons began firing at enhanced speeds.
'I can't let anger control me. I need to make rational, calculated decisions that won't negatively impact my future.'
I began running through possible scenarios in my mind with cold, analytical precision.
Scenario One will be I kill him here. Quick and efficient. But the consequences would be immediate and severe. Murder charges and expulsion from UA. My hero career over before it even started. Mom would be devastated and all my plans would crumble.
Scenario Two will be I leave him alive but make him suffer. Cripple him and make him wish he was dead. I severe his hands—the primary contact points required for his Quirk activation. Without them, he's powerless. A fitting punishment for someone who used those hands to torture a child. The satisfaction would be immense, and I could potentially avoid murder charges if I framed it as self-defense.
After cycling through multiple variations and calculating risk-versus-reward ratios, I decided it was better to let him live.
'I can make him feel that death would be a mercy compared to what's coming.'
After all, as some people might say, Sometimes the cruelest punishment isn't death, but being forced to keep living with everything that broke you.
Moreover, the location was perfect for what I had in mind. The narrow alley was empty—completely deserted. It was Monday, and everyone in Japan was at work. Even though most people hated Mondays, the workaholic culture meant the streets were practically abandoned during business hours.
So it was perfectly safe for me to use my powers without being seen by civilians or security cameras.
The logical assessment calmed my anger somewhat, channeling it into cold purpose rather than hot rage.
I looked down at Eri in my arms, and my heart clenched. I knew what had happened to her. What would continue to happen to her if I let this bastard take her back.
But knowing intellectually was completely different from seeing it with my own eyes.
Even someone with no context—seeing a five-year-old child completely covered in bandages, trembling like a frightened animal at just the sound of a man's voice—would immediately understand what kind of hell she'd been living through.
The evidence was written on her body, in her terrified eyes, in the way she clung to me like I was the only solid thing in a world that had shattered around her.
But I didn't let the guilt of not saving her sooner consume me. 'I can't change the past. But I can decide the future by making the right choice in the present.'
And my choice—my absolute, unwavering decision—was to make this motherfucker get a taste of his own medicine. Everything he'd done to Eri, I'd return to him tenfold.
Kai Chisaki took another step closer and his voice is still maintaining that calm, reasonable tone that probably worked on most people. "It seems you didn't hear me clearly. I said she's my daughter, and she's upset because I didn't buy her a new toy."
He walked closer still, and I felt Eri's small body go even more rigid with terror in my arms.
"Kids these days don't know what's best for them," he continued, his golden eyes cold behind that plague mask. "Please hand her over. I have a tight schedule to maintain."
I smiled—but not at him.
I looked down at Eri with the warmest expression I could manage, making sure she could see nothing but kindness in my eyes.
"Don't worry too much, little one." I shifted her weight slightly to hold her more comfortably with one arm, then placed my free hand gently on her head, being careful to avoid the horn. "Say, I noticed your clothes aren't very cute. For an angel like you, you need adorable clothes to really shine."
Chisaki stopped a few feet away, clearly taken aback by my sudden shift in topic. He raised an eyebrow, visible confusion flickering across what little I could see of his face.
Eri looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes, like she couldn't quite process what I was saying.
I continued with that same gentle smile, "Would you like to come with Onii-chan to buy a dress for you? I promise I won't be cheap—I'll get you the best one out there." I paused, then added with a light laugh, "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! My name is Denki Kaminari, but you can call me Denki-onii-chan. I'm currently a high school student at UA, training to be a hero, so you don't have to worry about me being a child trafficker or anything scary like that. Hahaha..."
The casual, friendly introduction left both Eri and Chisaki completely speechless.
Eri seemed to relax slightly at my casual, non-threatening manner—like she wasn't used to adults talking to her like she was a person rather than an object.
Chisaki, on the other hand, looked like he'd just been slapped with a fish. His professional composure cracked slightly with irritation bleeding into his voice. "Kid, don't be nosy and involve yourself in other people's matters."
He took another step forward, closing the distance to just two feet. Close enough that I could see the gold flecks in his eyes, the slight twitch of annoyance in his eyes.
"I'm her father, and I have the legal right to take her with me right now." His voice turned cold and threatening. "Now get lost before I lose my patience. I'm already running late."
I adjusted Eri in my arms, pulling her into a protective hug, and my expression shifted from friendly to deadly serious.
"You do have the legal right—assuming you actually are her father," I said, "But as I said before, I'm training to be a hero. And from the looks of this little girl, she's extremely scared. She can barely talk freely, and you claim to be her parent, but I don't see any resemblance between you two."
I let my gaze travel over him deliberately—his expensive clothes, his pristine white gloves, the plague mask that screamed "villain aesthetic."
"To me, you look more like a child trafficker and abuser than a father." I pulled out my phone with my free hand, keeping Eri secure against my chest. "So here's the deal, We'll go to the police station and go through the legal route you just mentioned. This situation is suspicious even to a five-year-old, and I'm sixteen."
I started scrolling through my contacts, making a show of looking for a number.
"If you say you don't have time, that's fine too. As I mentioned, I'm a student at UA, and All Might is my teacher." I looked up, meeting his eyes directly. "I can call him right now and ask him to verify the situation. He's incredibly fast—probably the fastest hero in Japan. He could be here in minutes."
I raised the phone to my ear, my finger hovering over the call button, watching his reaction carefully.
"You've got a death wish, kid."
He moved—or at least tried to move—before freezing completely... But it wasn't him freezing voluntarily.
It was me activating Raijin Drive and entering Flash Time.
'We both know the moment I said "All Might" and "police," he lost his patience for playing civilian.'
Yellow lightning erupted around me as the world shifted into extreme slow motion. Chisaki was frozen mid-lunge as his white gloves already removed and his bare hands reaching toward me with deadly intent.
For him, this was an instant but for me, it was practically an eternity.
I carefully set Eri down, her small form frozen in Flash Time, her expression still showing traces of hope mixed with fear. I made sure she was stable, then turned my full attention to Chisaki.
'Need to make this look believable. Self-defense requires evidence of a struggle.'
I moved around him in slow motion, carefully arranging the scene. I knocked over a trash can, scuffed the ground where a "fight" would've occurred, created impact marks on the wall that suggested violent movement.
Not too much—a prolonged fight would be suspicious for a speedster like myself. Just enough to show that an altercation occurred and I defended myself.
Two or three clear fighting marks. Evidence of struggle and proof of aggression from his side.
Then I moved beside Chisaki, who was still frozen in that attacking position, his hands mere inches from where I'd been standing.
Yellow electricity crackled around my right hand, condensing and sharpening into a blade-like form—my own version of Chidori, inspired by a certain ninja from my previous life's favorite anime.
With surgical precision, I severed both of his hands at the shoulders.
In slow motion, I watched them begin to fall, blood just starting to seep from the stumps in thick, dark droplets that hung in the air like crimson jewels.
'These hands tortured a child. They don't deserve to exist.'
Then I moved behind him, positioning myself carefully, and placed both of my hands against his temples. Time to get technical.
I'd spent years studying the electrical pulses in the human brain—how neurons fire, how signals travel through synapses, how different frequencies affect different brain regions. The brain is essentially a biological computer, running on electrical impulses that control every function of the body.
When you think, move, feel—all of it is electrical signals traveling through neural pathways at incredible speeds. The brain generates different types of brainwaves, Delta waves during deep sleep, Theta waves during meditation, Alpha waves during relaxation, Beta waves during active thinking, and Gamma waves during high-level information processing.
These waves operate at different frequencies, measured in Hertz. Delta waves run at 0.5-4 Hz, while Gamma waves can reach 40-100 Hz or higher.
By manipulating these frequencies with precise electrical pulses, I could theoretically control brain function and it wasn't my first time messing with neural tissue.
To reach the maximum potential of my Electrification Quirk, I'd studied advanced neuroscience, experimented extensively—first on rats and later myself to enhance my own cognitive functions, achieve photographic memory, accelerate my thought processing.
But I'd also experimented on Mice, cats and larger mammals. Learning how to stimulate intelligence, how to enhance memory formation, how to improve neural plasticity.
All of that research taught me something crucial, If I could enhance brain function with electricity... I could also destroy it.
The human brain is remarkably fragile when you know where to apply pressure.
I sent carefully calibrated electrical pulses into Chisaki's brain, targeting specific regions with surgical precision.
First, I disrupted the motor cortex—the region responsible for voluntary movement. By overloading the neurons there with erratic electrical signals, I created a permanent state of neural confusion. His brain would send signals to move, but the pathways would scramble them into useless noise.
Next, I targeted the connections between the brain and spinal cord—specifically the corticospinal tract that carries motor commands from the brain to the body. I flooded those neural highways with chaotic electrical interference, creating something like permanent static on a radio frequency.
Then I went deeper, targeting the basal ganglia—structures deep in the brain that coordinate movement and motor control. I introduced irregular firing patterns that would persist, creating a state similar to severe Parkinson's disease, but worse. Much worse.
But here's the crucial part, I left all the sensory pathways completely intact and even enhanced it's functions, meaning he will feel pain several times that of a normal person.
The somatosensory cortex, responsible for processing pain, touch, temperature—all perfectly enhanced and fully functional.
The limbic system, responsible for emotional processing left untouched.
He would feel everything. Every sensation, every pain, every moment of helpless awareness but he just wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
His body would become a prison—fully aware and conscious, but completely unable to respond to his commands. Unable to move, speak and even blink on command.
A living nightmare. Locked-in syndrome, but engineered specifically to maximize suffering.
'Exactly what he deserves. Exactly what he did to Eri—making her feel pain while being unable to escape it.'
But I wasn't done. I started experimenting with applications I'd theorized but never tested on humans. My electricity could affect more than just the brain—it could target the peripheral nervous system, the autonomic functions, the very cells themselves.
I sent pulses through his vagus nerve, the major nerve that controls heart rate, digestion, and respiratory rate. I introduced irregular patterns that would cause chronic dysregulation—his body would struggle to maintain basic functions without constant medical intervention.
I targeted the nerve clusters in his spine, introducing micro-damage to the myelin sheaths that insulate nerve fibers. This would cause chronic pain signals to fire randomly, creating phantom sensations of burning, freezing, stabbing—pain without source, impossible to treat.
I disrupted the electrical gradients in his muscle cells, causing the sodium-potassium pumps that allow muscle contraction to malfunction. His muscles would be in a constant state of micro-spasms, exhausting and painful, but never strong enough to actually move his body.
I even targeted his cellular metabolism, using precise electrical pulses to damage the mitochondria in key tissues. This would cause chronic fatigue, organ stress, and ensure that any recovery would be agonizingly slow if possible at all.
Finally, I implanted a "fail-safe"—stored electrical charges throughout his nervous system that would activate if anyone tried to heal him with a Quirk or stimulate his neural pathways back to function. Any attempt to wake him up or repair the damage would trigger another cascade of disruption.
I guess after I'm done with him, even Recovery Girl won't be able to heal him completely.
'I may not be an expert in human biology compared to a doctor, but I know enough to ensure he'll never hurt another child again.'
I stepped back, examining my work with cold satisfaction.
Then, for good measure, I delivered one final strike. I kicked him squarely in the groin—not a normal kick, but one enhanced with both my physical strength and a concentrated burst of electricity.
The impact was devastating even in slow motion. I could see the tissue compress, rupture, the electrical current spreading through the sensitive nerve clusters concentrated in that area.
'Pretty sure those are completely paste now.'
I paused, tilting my head thoughtfully. 'Sigh... I feel like I shouldn't be targeting that specific area so often. It might become addictive.'
I moved back to Eri, gently lifting her frozen form back into my arms, then repositioned us several feet away from the narrow alley, placing us in the direct line of sight where Megumi-nee would soon appear.
I could sense her bioelectrical signature approaching in the distance with two ice cream cones in hand, 'Perfect timing.'
I took one last look at Chisaki—frozen mid-attack, hands severed, body about to experience catastrophic multi-system failure—and deactivated Flash Time.
The world lurched back to normal speed.
SPLAT.
The sound of his testicles being crushed into paste.
SHLICK SHLICK.
The wet sound of his hands hitting the ground while blood spraying.
THUD.
His body collapsing limply to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, blood pooling rapidly from the stumps of his wrists.
His eyes rolled back until only whites showed, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream that his paralyzed vocal cords couldn't produce.
The entire sequence—from his perspective—happened in a literal flash.
One moment he was lunging to attack a teenager. The next, he was on the ground, mutilated and paralyzed, drowning in pain he couldn't even scream about.
His body couldn't follow his commands anymore. But he could feel everything I'd done to him.
Just like Eri before him—feeling the pain but unable to do anything about it. 'Poetic justice.'
That's why I can say this with certainty—never mess with a speedster who isn't nerfed by the author.
I might even visit him in the hospital later. Vent some frustrations. Make sure the medical staff "accidentally" makes mistakes in his treatment.
It might sound dark for someone training to be a hero, but everyone has a dark side they want to hide. I'm human too. And thanks to this piece of shit, I now have a perfect outlet for any future frustrations—someone I can punish without any moral guilt whatsoever.
Eri who is still in my arms, started to turn her head toward where Chisaki's body lay twitching.
I immediately adjusted her position, gently redirecting her gaze away. "It's not a good sight right now, little one. Just keep looking at Onii-chan, okay?"
She nodded slightly, her small hands clutching my shirt.
I walked calmly toward Megumi-nee, who was approaching with a bright smile, completely unaware of what had just transpired.
"See, Denki-kun? I got two chocolate-mixed ice creams! But remember, you have to pay me back for—"
Her words died abruptly as she noticed the child in my arms.
Her eyes widened and professional instincts immediately kicking in. "Who's the girl? And what's with all those bandages?"
I slowly looked back toward where Chisaki's body lay motionless in a spreading pool of blood.
Megumi-nee followed my gaze, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm to cold professionalism in rapid succession.
"What happened?" Her voice had completely changed—no longer the friendly older sister, but the trained agent assessing a threat.
Then she recognized the body. "Is that—Kai Chisaki?!"
'So she does know him. Makes sense—she's been gathering intelligence on the Yakuza.'
I gave her a brief, carefully edited explanation.
The little girl ran into me, terrified. The self-proclaimed "father" tried to take her. The situation seemed extremely suspicious—a child covered in bandages, absolutely terrified, with no physical resemblance to her supposed parent.
When I suggested going to the police for verification, he attacked me immediately.
I tried to defend myself, but he was fast. When he removed his gloves to use his Quirk—which I recognized as extremely dangerous based on his aggressive intent—I had no choice but to neutralize the threat.
I cut off his hands accidentally (the activation points for his Quirk) in self-defense and shocked him multiple times to subdue him. The damage was... extensive but necessary.
Megumi-nee's expression was unreadable as she listened, but she immediately pulled out her phone and made several calls in rapid succession, using codes and terminology I didn't fully understand.
Within minutes, the area was swarming with police and Pro Heroes.
My mother arrived shortly after, having been alerted that I'd been "attacked again." Her expression was worried, but not panicked—she knew I was strong enough to handle myself.
Among the responding heroes were Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady, who often worked in this area, plus a few others I didn't recognize.
Eri didn't talk at all during the initial questioning. She didn't leave my side either, her small hands maintaining their death grip on my shirt.
When one of the officers tried to approach her directly, she flinched so badly that they immediately backed off.
My mother, reading the situation perfectly, knelt down to Eri's eye level with a gentle smile. "Are you hungry, sweetie? Would you like something to eat?"
She produced a small wrapped snack from her purse—the kind of thing mothers always seem to have on hand.
Eri looked at the food, then up at me with uncertain eyes.
I nodded encouragingly. "It's okay. You can eat it."
She took the snack with trembling hands and ate slowly, mechanically, like she wasn't used to being given food freely.
The sight made others chest ache.
Megumi-nee handled most of the official statement, giving them the broad strokes while carefully editing out certain details. She was good at this—spinning the narrative to protect me while still providing enough truth to satisfy the investigation.
Eventually, they left us relatively alone, moving to secure the scene and transport Chisaki's body to emergency medical care.
'Good luck with that, doctors. I made sure he's going to be your worst nightmare patient.'
Now, only me, Eri (who had fallen asleep in my arms, exhausted from stress and fear), and Mom remained, since Megumi-nee had stepped away to make more calls.
'She's going to have a lot of work after this. Taking down the Shie Hassaikai just became a lot easier with their leader incapacitated.'
I looked down at Eri's sleeping face—peaceful now, but still showing signs of the trauma she'd endured. The bandages, the malnourishment, the way even in sleep she held onto me like I might disappear.
"Mom... what's going to happen to her?"
Mom's expression softened as she looked at the sleeping child. "If they can't find her parents or legal guardians, she'll likely be placed in an orphanage or foster care system."
I took a breath, then asked the question I'd been planning since the moment Eri ran into me. "Can we adopt her?"
Mom's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Denki..."
"I know it's sudden," I said quickly, adjusting Eri's weight in my arms. "But... I've always wanted a little sibling. And being an only child gets lonely sometimes." I looked down at Eri's face. "She needs a family. A real one. And we could give her that."
It was a calculated emotional appeal—mixing truth with strategic reasoning. Because I know she still feels guilty in not taking care of me during my childhood and I plan to use it here.
Mom studied me for a long moment with a thoughtful. She looked at Eri, then back at me, clearly weighing the decision.
Finally, she sighed—but it was a fond sigh, the kind that meant she was about to give in.
"When you put it like that... how can I say no?"
I had to fight to keep the triumphant grin off my face. 'All according to the plan.'
"Really?!"
"Really," Mom confirmed before reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from Eri's face. "We'll start the process. It might take some time, but..."
"Thank you, Mom." And I meant it sincerely.
Eri shifted slightly in my sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible, her small hand clutching my shirt even tighter.
'Don't worry, Eri. You're safe now. And I'll make sure you stay that way.'
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[Next Day at UA, Class 1-A]
Classes resumed as expected the next day.
I was seated in my usual spot, idly observing the classroom as it filled with students. To my right, Momo was already chatting with Jiro and Hagakure about typical girl stuff—fashion, the latest trends, some celebrity gossip I couldn't care less about.
'Boys are never invited to conversations like these,' I thought wryly. 'And honestly, I'm fine with that.'
The entire class was buzzing with conversation about the USJ incident. Different groups were discussing it from various angles—some excited, some still shaken, most just relieved it was over.
"I still can't believe we got attacked by actual villains..."
"But we all made it out okay, so that's what matters!"
The door slid open abruptly, and Aizawa-sensei walked in with his usual tired expression.
Everyone immediately scrambled to their seats, the chaotic chatter dying down to focused silence.
Not surprisingly, Sensei wasn't injured at all this time—no bandages and visible damage. Makes sense, considering he didn't have to fight Shigaraki, Nomu, and dozens of villains by himself. The battle had been relatively easy compared to the original timeline.
"Good morning," Aizawa said in his characteristic bored tone, turning to face us.
Then he dropped the bomb. "Your fight still isn't over. The UA Sports Festival is drawing near!"
The reaction was immediate and explosive.
"SPORTS FESTIVAL?!" Multiple voices shouted in unison.
"An actual regular school event!" Eijiro jumped up excitedly, pumping his fist. "Yes!"
"YEAH!" Mina cheered, practically bouncing in her seat.
"Wait a minute, Eijiro," I spoke up, cutting through the excitement. "Don't get so excited, remember we're still in class."
The enthusiasm dimmed slightly as reality set in.
Jiro raised her hand, her expression skeptical. "Is it really okay to have a Sports Festival so soon after villains infiltrated the school? Doesn't that seem... risky?"
Most of the students nodded in agreement, murmuring concerns.
Aizawa's expression didn't change. "Apparently, the administration believes that holding this event will demonstrate that our crisis management system is solid and functional." He paused for effect. "Security will be increased by five times compared to previous years. There's no need to worry."
That seemed to ease most of the students' concerns, though a few still looked uncertain.
Aizawa continued, explaining the significance of the Sports Festival. It was one of Japan's biggest televised events, drawing millions of viewers. Pro Heroes from across the country—and sometimes internationally—watched specifically for scouting purposes, looking for promising students to recruit as sidekicks or future employees.
Needless to say, everyone was immediately pumped up again.
Even I had to admit I was excited. This was a chance to showcase my abilities on a national stage, make connections with top heroes, and potentially secure valuable internship opportunities.
"Homeroom dismissed," Aizawa said flatly, and walked out of the classroom before anyone could ask questions.
The moment he left, excited chatter exploded again.
Soon the bell rang, indicating our current class period was over.
Several students stood up to leave, but there was a problem. Our door was completely blocked by students from other classes, crowding the hallway to peer inside.
"What the hell..." Sero muttered.
"Move out of the way, extras!" Bakugo snarled, trying to intimidate them with his signature villain energy.
'And here we go,' I thought while settling back in my seat to watch the show.
An indigo-haired boy pushed his way to the front, his tired eyes scanning our classroom with obvious disdain.
"I came here to see what the hype about Class 1-A was," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "But you all seem pretty arrogant. Are all the students in the hero course like this?"
'Shinso Hitoshi,' I recognized him immediately from the anime. 'Here to scout out the competition and probably use his Quirk if anyone's dumb enough to respond.'
I sighed internally at the blatant attempt to provoke us.
And of course, it worked like a charm.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU BASTARD?!" Bakugo roared with explosions already crackling in his palms. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Bakugo, calm down!" Eijiro immediately moved to restrain him, his Quirk hardening as he wrestled with the angry Pomeranian.
"LET ME GO, SHITTY HAIR! I'M GONNA BLAST THIS EXTRA INTO NEXT WEEK!"
I didn't bother paying them any attention. Instead, I just sat calmly in my seat, pulling out my phone to check messages.
'Let them handle this. I'm not getting involved in pointless drama.'
The crowd was eventually dispersed by a girl with orange hair and large hands—Kendo Itsuka from Class 1-B, if I remembered correctly. She was physically dragging some of the more aggressive students away while apologizing profusely.
Momo was doing the same thing with our class, using her natural authority and diplomatic skills to calm everyone down.
"Everyone, please calm down! There's no need for conflict!"
"But Yaoyorozu-san, that guy—"
"I know, but responding with aggression only proves his point. We should conduct ourselves with dignity."
'Good job, Momo,' I thought approvingly.
The crowd finally dispersed, though not without some final glares and muttered threats from both sides.
I noticed that several students had been staring at me specifically during that whole confrontation, but Bakugo's explosive personality had successfully redirected all the attention to himself.
'At least Bakugo's useful for situations like this,' I mused. 'I can use him as a lightning rod for unwanted attention in the future. Every time I want to avoid drama, just let him be himself and everyone forgets I exist.'
The thought brought a slight smirk to my face.
"Denki?" Eijiro approached, finally having released Bakugo (who was still grumbling murderously). "You good, man? You seemed pretty chill about all that."
"Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged casually. "Some random guy from another class trying to rile us up before the Sports Festival. Pretty standard psychological warfare, honestly."
"Psychological warfare?!" Eijiro's eyes widened. "Dude, that's so manly! You saw right through it!"
"It wasn't exactly that hard to guess," I pointed out.
Mina bounced over, still energized. "Denki, aren't you excited about the Sports Festival?! We're gonna crush it!"
"Of course I'm excited," I replied with a grin. "It's going to be fun."
'And a perfect opportunity to show the hero world what I can really do.'
Momo approached more hesitantly, her expression thoughtful. "Kaminari-kun... do you have a strategy for the festival?"
"Strategy?" I tilted my head. "Of course... it's to win the first place. That's the strategy."
She blinked. "That's... not very detailed."
"Why does it need to be?" I leaned back in my chair. "I'm fast enough that most conventional tactics won't matter. Just adapt to whatever the event is and execute perfectly."
"That's remarkably confident," Todoroki's voice came from nearby. He'd been listening quietly while his eyes focused on me with clear competitive interest.
"Yes, I'm confident in my capabilities."
"Then I look forward to facing you," Todoroki said simply. "It will be a good test."
"Same here, you Icicle."
Bakugo slammed his hands on my desk, leaning in with a feral grin. "OI, KAMINARI! DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU TOOK OUT SOME WEAK-ASS VILLAINS THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME! I'M GONNA CRUSH YOU IN THE FESTIVAL!"
I looked up at him calmly. "Looking forward to it, Bakugo."
"STOP BEING SO CALM, DAMMIT!"
"Would you prefer if I panic?"
"I'D PREFER YOU SHOW SOME DAMN EMOTION!"
"I showed plenty of emotion yesterday when I vaporized that Nomu."
That shut him up momentarily, his expression flickering with frustration and something that might've been grudging respect.
The rest of the day passed in similar fashion—classes, training, students from other courses occasionally trying to scope out Class 1-A, Bakugo serving as an excellent distraction from me specifically.
After class ended, I followed Emma Akane as she headed toward the school rooftop. I'd already said my goodbyes to Eijiro and Mina, brushing it off with a simple excuse—that I had something to take care of.
It was time to put an end to this stalker video girl… and find out her true motive.
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Author's Note:
Hey guys! How's the story so far?
I'd really appreciate your thoughts if there are any areas that need improvement, pacing issues, or moments you liked or disliked, feel free to comment and let me know.
Also, can you guess who Emma Akane really is—and why she's been observing Denki all this time?
Is she an OC? A reincarnated soul? Or someone we already know?
Some of you have already made the right guesses and the truth will be revealed in the next chapter, so stay tuned!