[Denki's POV]
The UA rooftop stretched out before me, quiet and peaceful in the late evening sunlight. Emma Akane stood a few feet away, positioned near the edge with her back to me, the wind gently tugging at her dark hair.
I sighed, a heavy, weary sound that came from deep in my chest. 'Here we go again.'
Memories flooded back—every single time I'd been alone with a girl on a rooftop during middle school. Without fail, it always ended the same way.
I mean, sure, I'd gone to rooftops with friends plenty of times. Eijiro, Mina, even by myself when I just needed some peace and quiet to think. That was fine. Normal, even.
But the moment I was alone with a girl who wasn't Mina?
It was confession time.
"I really like you, Kaminari-kun!"
"Would you go out with me?"
"I've been watching you for a while..."
It got predictable after a while. Almost boring, if I'm being honest.
'Please don't let this be another confession,' I thought desperately. 'I really don't have the energy to let someone down gently today.'
I sighed again, louder this time. 'Great. I just raised a massive red flag, didn't I?'
The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy with unspoken tension.
Then Emma broke it. "What are you doing, Kaminari-kun?" Her voice was light, almost playful. "Following an innocent girl like myself all the way to the rooftop? People might get the wrong idea~"
She slowly turned to face me, and the smile that spread across her face was absolutely unhinged. Wide, manic, with just a touch of dangerous excitement glittering in her eyes.
"Are you here to confess your feelings for me?" She tilted her head, that crazy grin widening impossibly further. "Because I'm ready to accept them! After all, I've wanted to get to know you better for so long."
'Oh god. Here we go. Classic rooftop confession scenario.'
I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Can you cut the act so we can talk seriously?" I said flatly before meeting her gaze directly. "Honestly, what are you even doing here? You're not supposed to be at UA."
Her grin didn't falter. If anything, it intensified.
"Then where am I supposed to be..." She took a step closer, "...in your heart?"
She walked toward me with deliberate, measured steps, hands clasped behind her back, her entire body trembling slightly—though whether from excitement or nervousness, I couldn't tell.
'Okay, damn. That was actually smooth. I should remember that line for future reference. Might work on other girls.'
But outwardly, I maintained my serious expression.
"Cut the act already," I said firmly. "It'll be dangerous if the staff finds out you're here. Though I doubt they don't already know, considering UA runs background checks on all students." I paused, watching her reaction carefully. "But if you seriously managed to fool UA's security and enrollment systems, then honestly? I'm impressed by your skills, Himiko Toga."
Her grin transformed into something more genuine—less manic, more pleased—as she continued approaching until she was few inches from my face. Her hands remained behind her back, and that slight trembling hadn't stopped.
"I knew you'd recognize me," she breathed, her eyes locked onto mine with disturbing intensity. "After all, you're the one who found me. You're the one who asked Megumi-nee to take care of me for all these months."
'I figured out who she was pretty late.'
After the USJ incident, when I'd gone through my mental database of bioelectrical signatures—everyone I'd ever sensed, catalogued, analyzed—I'd found a match. Emma Akane's signature was identical to someone I'd encountered months ago in a very different context.
When I heard the news about a girl who had killed a boy and gone on the run after drinking his blood, I knew immediately who it was—Himiko Toga.
And in that moment, I made my decision that I was going to help her.
I hadn't met Toga personally back then. I was just... there. Present when Megumi-nee and I found her hiding in an abandoned apartment, alone after the incident where she'd attacked her middle school crush.
The media had painted her as a monster. A dangerous villain-in-the-making who'd tried to kill someone by drinking their blood.
But I knew she wasn't a villain. She was just a girl who'd never been taught how to express her feelings properly. A girl whose Quirk made her crave blood, but who'd been told her entire life that those urges were wrong, disgusting, villainous.
Society had failed her, her parents had failed her, her school had failed her.
All she needed was someone who would understand her. Someone who wouldn't look at her like she was broken or evil.
Himiko Toga was born with a blood-consumption Quirk—one that let her transform into anyone whose blood she ingested. As a child, she'd shown innocent fascination with blood, the way other kids might be fascinated by shiny objects or animals. But instead of helping her understand and control these urges, her parents had suppressed them violently, telling her she was wrong, that she needed to be "normal."
Years of suppression built up until middle school, when she finally snapped. She confessed her feelings to a boy she'd had a crush on—but her idea of affection was wanting to drink his blood. When he rejected her in horror, something inside her broke. She attacked him, not with the intent to kill, but driven by overwhelming emotion and instinct she'd never learned to control.
She fled. Went into hiding. Became a fugitive at fifteen years old. That's when I'd found her.
I'd been watching crime analysis videos and news reports—partly for genuine interest in understanding criminal psychology, partly as cover for my meta-knowledge of future events. Megumi-nee and I often discussed cases together, analyzing evidence and theorizing about motives.
When Toga's case hit the news, I'd immediately recognized it for what it really was, not a villain origin story, but a tragedy of systematic failure.
So I'd convinced Megumi-nee to investigate. Used my "analysis skills" to track down Toga's likely hiding spots. And when we found her who is thin and hungry, I'd asked Megumi-nee to take care of her.
The reason I hadn't met Toga personally back then was strategic. I didn't want to become an emotional anchor for her. Didn't want to be the center of her world or the foundation of her recovery.
All she needed was one person who understood her. Just one. And Megumi-nee was perfect for that role—experienced, patient, non-judgmental.
It had worked perfectly... For months.
'So why is she here now?'
My thoughts were interrupted when Toga's body began to melt.
That grey, clay-like substance that made up her transformation started dissolving, revealing her true form underneath—ash-blonde hair, golden eyes, that distinctive fang-toothed smile.
Before I could react, she pushed and I stumbled backward, my balance completely gone, and hit the rooftop floor hard.
Toga followed me down, straddling my waist, her hands planted on either side of my head, effectively caging me beneath her.
She grinned down at me—that same manic expression, but now tinged with something vulnerable and desperate.
"I tried to hold back," she said as her voice began cracking slightly. "I really, really tried. But I couldn't. Not after finally meeting you. Not after talking with you for so long."
Tears started forming in her golden eyes, threatening to spill over.
"I didn't want you to think I'm a freak," she continued as her voice began dropping to a whisper. "I tried my best to maintain that good-girl behavior. The kind of normal that other people expect." Her hands trembled where they pressed against the rooftop. "I watched how others act. Copied their mannerisms. Suppressed everything that makes me... me."
She leaned down, bringing her face close to my neck, and looked at me with eyes filled with fear and desperate hope.
"But I can't help it. I was born this way." Her breath was warm against my skin. "I can't change. Even after getting a second chance, even after trying so hard—history repeats itself."
A tear finally escaped, trailing down her cheek.
"I wanted to avoid this. I tried to live like a normal person after meeting Megumi-nee. She understood me. She didn't run away or look disgusted even after I cut her and drank her blood." Toga's voice was shaking now, barely holding together. "Megumi-nee didn't fear me or try to change who I am. She just... helped me understand that if I want to show people my love, they should at least have some understanding of me. Of my unique way of expressing affection."
She pulled out a small knife—where she'd been hiding it, I had no idea—and held it up.
The blade glinted in the evening sunlight.
"This won't hurt much," she whispered. "I promise."
Then she made a quick, precise cut between my neck and shoulder—shallow enough not to cause serious damage, deep enough to draw blood.
I didn't try to stop her and just sighed. "It's fine."
'After all, what is morality but a social construct we use to navigate coexistence? If her expression of affection causes me no lasting harm, and denying it would cause her significant psychological damage, then the ethical choice is clear. Sometimes understanding requires sacrifice. Sometimes love means accepting people exactly as they are.'
Toga's eyes widened, fresh tears spilling over as she smiled—genuinely this time, without the manic edge. "I knew it," she breathed. "I knew you'd understand me. Just like Megumi-nee said you would."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against the cut. "Thanks for the meal~"
And then she began drinking my blood like a vampire from those old movies.
Her transformation Quirk deactivated completely as she fed, the last remnants of Emma Akane's appearance dissolving away until only Himiko Toga remained—completely herself and exposed.
I sighed again, staring up at the sky visible past her shoulder. 'This can't be helped, I guess.'
I could piece together what had happened. Megumi-nee must have told Toga that I was attending UA. Toga, who I'd deliberately avoided meeting in person for months, decided she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to see me. Wanted to meet the person who'd understood her situation before even seeing her face.
'I didn't think I needed to be directly involved. I thought Megumi-nee could handle everything, and Toga would choose her own path forward.'
I paused, reconsidering that thought. 'Apparently, I became her path. That... came out wrong. Very wrong.'
After a minute or so, I sensed a familiar bioelectrical signature approaching rapidly—actually, make that three familiar signatures.
'Oh no.'
"Toga," I said calmly, despite the girl currently drinking my blood. "Are you done? We can continue this later at home."
She pulled back slightly, blood staining her lips, and smiled. "Mmm~ You taste amazing, Denki-kun!"
At that exact moment, the rooftop door burst open. "Kaminari-kun! I heard you were up here—"
Momo's voice cut off abruptly.
She stood frozen in the doorway, flanked by Jiro and Hagakure, all three of them staring at the scene before them with identical expressions of shock.
Me, lying on the ground with my shirt torn open and blood clearly visible on my neck.
A completely naked blonde girl sitting on top of me while licking blood from her lips with obvious satisfaction.
"..."
The silence was deafening.
Toga, seemingly oblivious to—or perhaps deliberately ignoring—the awkwardness, smiled brightly at the frozen girls.
"Thanks for showing me your affection, Denki-kun~" She traced a finger along my jawline. "Next time, at your home, I'll show you my affection. We can exchange body fluids properly~"
Every single person froze, including me.
'What... WHAT... THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?!'
This was not happening. This could NOT be happening.
'This isn't a romance anime!' I shouted internally. 'Misunderstandings like this aren't supposed to happen in real life! DAMN IT ALL!'
Externally, I immediately tried damage control.
"Toga, you don't have to phrase it in a way that causes massive misunderstandings!" I said desperately, trying to sit up despite the naked girl on my lap.
I looked at the three girls in the doorway, all of whom were now blushing furiously.
"Wait! Wait a minute! I can explain!"
But Jiro and Hagakure were already moving, physically dragging a shell-shocked Momo backward.
"S-sorry for interrupting your... affection time!" Hagakure squeaked.
"We'll just—yeah—bye!" Jiro added.
The door slammed shut.
I let my head fall back against the rooftop floor with a dull thunk.
"This is the most cliché misunderstanding scenario possible," I muttered to the sky. "But at least I got to see a beautiful naked girl on top of me. Silver lining, I guess."
'I'll have to clear this up tomorrow.'
Toga looked genuinely confused. "Did I say something wrong?"
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. "You need to cover up. You're naked."
"I'm fine~"
"You're not fine. Here." I shrugged off my jacket—which had miraculously survived her transformation—and handed it to her. "Put this on. And you should be able to copy my clothes now that you've drunk my blood. Use your Quirk."
"Mmm, okay~" She accepted the jacket, pulling it on. It hung oversized on her smaller frame, making her look oddly cute despite everything.
I finally managed to sit up properly, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
"Now, explain. What are you actually doing here? And what happened to the real Emma Akane?"
Toga's expression became slightly more serious—though that manic edge never fully disappeared.
"Emma Akane is a person Megumi-nee knows," she explained. "She has a strong Quirk but wasn't interested in the hero course. She volunteered to let me use her identity to get into UA." Toga paused. "Because officially, I'm still wanted for assault. They haven't cleared my record yet."
I nodded slowly. That tracked, because I didn't know everyone in Megumi-nee contact and this Emma Akane.
"After I kept pestering Megumi-nee about you," Toga continued, "she told me you'd be attending UA. So I wanted to come here too! I wanted to be in your class, get to know you better." Her eyes lit up with that familiar intensity. "Because according to Megumi-nee, you understood my situation better than anyone—and you did it just from analysis, without even meeting me in person."
She leaned in closer, that crazy smile returning full force. "That's what I found cute about you. Destiny brought us together, Denki-kun~"
'Oh boy.'
I took a breath. "Then how exactly did you get into UA? The entrance requirements are strict."
"I tried to studied hard!" She said it like it was obvious. "But I couldn't enter normally because I don't have a legitimate middle school diploma. So I used a recommendation slot from a Pro Hero."
My eyebrows rose. "A Pro Hero recommendation? Who—"
"The same Pro Hero also talked with Principal Nezu about clearing my record officially," Toga continued, completely ignoring my question. "There's some background work happening to make it all legal and proper. Boring paperwork stuff."
"Toga. Who was the Pro Hero?"
She grinned mischievously. "I'll tell you after our next affection session~"
I stared at her and she stared back, completely unrepentant.
Finally, I sighed and looked up at the darkening sky. "What a drag."
Later that evening, we left UA without running into any of our classmates—they'd all gone home already, probably spreading rumors about what they'd witnessed.
'Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare.'
When I got home, I immediately confronted Mom and Megumi-nee who was about to go home. And her boyfriend Aki, picked up Toga from school. It seems everyone knows about their except me.
"Alright, who was the Pro Hero that recommended Toga?"
Mom looked up from where she was preparing dinner, a proud smile spreading across her face. "That would be me, sweetie!"
I blinked. "You."
"Yep! I pulled some strings, called in a few favors, had a long conversation with Principal Nezu about Toga's situation." Mom looked genuinely pleased with herself. "She's a good girl who just needs proper guidance and a chance to integrate into society normally. UA is perfect for that—surrounded by people her own age, in an environment where everyone can defend themselves if necessary. Not that I think she'd ever lose control," Mom added quickly.
Megumi-nee nodded from her spot on the couch. "We've been working on this for months, Denki-kun. Getting her record cleared, setting up the recommendation, coordinating with UA's administration."
"Every teacher knows about her real identity," Mom continued. "And obviously, our family knows. We just... didn't tell you specifically."
I stared at them both. "Why not?"
They exchanged glances, then answered in perfect unison, "We wanted it to be a surprise!"
"Bullshit," I muttered.
Mom swatted my arm playfully. "Language, young man!"
....
[Next Day at UA]
The rumors had spread like wildfire.
I walked into Class 1-A the next morning to find everyone staring at me with various expressions ranging from scandalized to impressed to jealous.
"Kaminari-kun was found naked with a girl on the rooftop!"
"They were having a make-out session!"
"I heard there was blood involved!"
"Kinky..."
I tried—genuinely tried—to explain that it was a massive misunderstanding.
"It's not what it looked like," I said to anyone who would listen. "There's a perfectly reasonable explanation—"
"It's too lewd, Kaminari-kun!" Mina interrupted, her face bright red. "I can't believe you! The bad playboy vibes are finally coming out! You never showed interest in girls during middle school, so I thought you were safe!"
"Mina, you're supposed to be on my side!"
"Not when you're being a playboy!"
Uraraka was blushing furiously whenever she looked at me, unable to meet my eyes.
Mineta looked like he wanted to murder me, tears of frustration streaming down his face as he lunged in my direction.
"HOW COULD YOU, KAMINARI?!"
Tokoyami and Ojiro grabbed him before he could reach me, holding him back.
"This is most unbecoming behavior," Tokoyami said darkly.
Eijiro clapped me on the shoulder with a conflicted expression. "Dude, I'm not sure if I should be impressed or concerned."
Bakugo, surprisingly, didn't seem to care at all. He just scoffed and looked away.
'Probably because it doesn't involve Midoriya,' I thought wryly.
Iida, however, was deeply concerned. "Kaminari-kun! As class president, you should be setting an example for proper conduct!" He chopped his hands rapidly in that characteristic way of his. "Engaging in inappropriate activities on school grounds is unacceptable!"
"I wasn't engaging in anything inappropriate!"
"The evidence suggests otherwise!"
I sighed heavily and glanced across the room to where Momo sat.
She looked... lost and confused. Her eyes kept darting between me and Emma (still Toga in disguise), her mind clearly trying to piece together what she'd actually witnessed versus what the rumors claimed.
'At least she's thinking logically instead of jumping to conclusions.'
It seemed she had connected the dots and was planning to ask me about it later. If she'd heard that Emma had gone to the rooftop with me yesterday, that would explain half of it already.
Our eyes met briefly, and I could see the questions forming behind her gaze. That gaze told me she'd want to talk later.
I couldn't tell everyone that Toga had been disguised as Emma—but at least Momo needed to know.
'That's fine. Momo will understand once I explain properly.'
I sighed again, slumping in my seat. 'This is going to be more difficult than dealing with Nomu. Turns out it's harder to fight teenage rumors than actual criminals.'
.....
[Four Days Later]
[Third Person POV - UA Conference Room]
Principal Nezu sat at the head of the conference table, his paws folded neatly in front of him. Around the table sat All Might (in his skeletal true form), Midnight, Aizawa, and Present Mic.
The atmosphere was grave.
"As you all know," Nezu began as his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by serious focus, "we've gathered to discuss the recent attack on our students and the information we've gathered from interrogating the captured villains."
All Might leaned forward with a troubled, "What have we learned?"
"The police used various methods to extract information," Nezu continued. "The villain group calls themselves the League of Villains—a rather unimaginative name, but fitting."
The League of Villains was a newly formed organization dedicated to destroying hero society. Led by someone calling himself Tomura Shigaraki, with support from a warp-gate villain named Kurogiri, they'd orchestrated the USJ attack specifically to kill All Might and shatter public faith in heroes.
"But we still don't know who's truly behind them," Aizawa said, "Shigaraki and Kurogiri have remained mostly silent during interrogation."
"Not entirely silent," Nezu corrected. "Shigaraki made one particularly interesting comment. He stated that the Nomu—the creature Kaminari destroyed—was specifically created to kill All Might."
Silence fell over the room.
"Created to kill All Might?" Midnight repeated.
"Those were his exact words," Nezu confirmed.
Aizawa's jaw tightened. "I fought that thing briefly before Kaminari intervened. It had multiple Quirks, regeneration, shock absorption... It's a pain to deal with and if it was specifically designed to counter All Might's abilities..."
He didn't need to finish the sentence. Everyone understood the implications.
All Might's hands clenched on the table. "Then they have resources we haven't accounted for. The ability to create such creatures, to give people multiple Quirks..."
"There's more troubling news," Nezu said. "During transport today to a more secure facility, Shigaraki and Kurogiri were attacked by unknown assailants. They escaped custody."
"What?!" Present Mic shouted. "How did that happen?!"
"Detectives and Police are still investigating," Nezu replied calmly. "But it suggests they have allies with significant capabilities."
All Might's expression grew darker. "They'll target the students. If they failed to kill me directly, they'll try to draw me out by threatening those under my protection."
"Which is why security for all students—especially those involved in the USJ incident—has been significantly increased," Nezu said. "However, there's another matter we need to discuss."
He pulled out a folder and opened it, revealing photos and reports. "Kaminari Denki."
Everyone's attention sharpened.
"His performance during the USJ incident was remarkable," Nezu continued. "But there's another incident that concerns me greatly."
He explained what had happened with Overhaul—how Kaminari had left the man in what could only be described as a living death.
The police and Pro Heroes quickly begin digging deeper into the man known as Overhaul, the cold and calculating leader of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza.
Their investigation uncovers that Overhaul, real name Kai Chisaki, has been operating in the shadows, rebuilding yakuza influence by exploiting a terrifying Quirk—his ability to disassemble and reassemble anything he touches. What truly chills the investigators, however, is the truth about a small girl connected to him.
Eri... Records confirm that Eri is not his biological daughter, but a child he took in after her Quirk manifested. Her ability, Rewind, allows her to revert a living being's body to a previous state. Overhaul used this power mercilessly—subjecting Eri to repeated experiments, injuring and "repairing" her over and over to create Quirk-destroying bullets. The scars weren't just physical; her emotional trauma ran deep.
Thanks to Kaminari's quick thinking during the encounter, Eri was successfully rescued, and the fate that awaited Overhaul was far worse than imprisonment.
The result left Kai Chisaki in a permanent vegetative state. Medical scans show his brain activity is intact, but the connection to his motor functions is completely severed.
Even the best doctors, surgeons, and Pro Heroes with advanced healing Quirks are unable to help him.
The room went silent.
"That's..." Midnight trailed off, looking disturbed.
"Calculated and cruel," Aizawa finished. "Not the action of someone defending themselves in the moment."
"The police accepted his story," Nezu said. "And I don't blame them—a sixteen-year-old student who defeated seventy-five villains in two seconds claiming he 'accidentally' caused that level of precise neurological damage while defending a child." His eyes gleamed. "But we're not the police. And I'm not so easily fooled."
All Might looked troubled. "Young Kaminari is a good student. Heroic. He saved young Eri from a terrible situation."
"I'm not questioning his heroism," Nezu clarified. "I'm concerned about his methods and his capacity for... let's call it creative violence."
Aizawa nodded slowly. "He has the power to vaporize a bioweapon specifically designed to kill All Might. If he decided to go down a villain's path..."
"It would be catastrophic," Midnight finished quietly.
"Which is precisely why we need to guide him properly," Nezu concluded. "Keep him on the heroic path. Make sure he understands the responsibility that comes with his power."
"So we're watching him?" Aizawa asked.
"We're supporting him," Nezu corrected with a slight smile. "There's a difference. Young Kaminari shows all the signs of becoming a truly great hero. We just need to make sure he stays on that path."
...
[Unknown Location - League of Villains Bar]
The bar was dimly lit, grimy, filled with the smell of cheap alcohol and decay. Tomura Shigaraki sat at the counter, scratching at his neck with increasing agitation, while Kurogiri quietly cleaned glasses behind the bar.
A voice emanated from the television screen mounted on the wall—distorted and ominous.
"Don't worry, Tomura. We'll have another chance."
"That Nomu couldn't even kill a sixteen-year-old kid!" Shigaraki snarled while scratching harder, drawing blood. "How was it supposed to kill All Might?!" His voice rose to a shout. "That brat electrocuted me! Humiliated me! I'm going to crush him to dust! I'll make him understand true despair!"
"Patience, Tomura," the voice counseled. "To defeat our enemies, we must first understand their strengths and weaknesses. Then we strike—completely, overwhelmingly, with no chance of failure."
Shigaraki's hand continued its violent scratching, but he forced himself to listen.
"The Sports Festival is approaching," the voice continued. "The students will be exposed—broadcast to the entire nation. Their abilities laid bare for all to see. From that data, we can create Nomu far more powerful than anything before."
"Soon, Tomura. Very soon, your chance for revenge will come."
Shigaraki's lips pulled back in a twisted smile beneath the hand covering his face. "I'll be waiting."