MHA: Mewtwo

After the incident, the school descended into chaos. Parents flooded the campus, even for other courses, not affected by the incident, their anger was palpable as they demanded answers.

Many accused the school of negligence, insisting that their children should have been safe. Director Nezu, maintaining his serious demeanor, addressed the crowd with authority.

"The villains didn't exploit a mistake," he explained, his tone firm. "They surpassed the school's defenses—layers of security that were considered nearly impenetrable. This was not a failure of oversight but an unprecedented breach. Our priority remains, as always, the safety of your children."

Nezu's words hung heavy in the air, did he just admitted that the school wasn't safe? Pondered most of the parents, sensing the rising emotions, he continued, he shifted his tone to one more affable "I must remind you all," he said, his piercing gaze sweeping across the assembled parents, "that the profession your children have chosen is fraught with danger. This isn't new information—it's outlined explicitly in the documentation you signed at the start of the academic year."

The crowd murmured uneasily as Nezu elaborated, citing the clauses they had likely skipped months ago. "The risks associated with hero training are clearly stated, including the possibility of encounters with villains before the first year concludes, even in students that aren't in the Hero course. While the school could never have anticipated an attack on our own premises, the consent forms you signed provide the necessary acknowledgment of these dangers. It's important to remember that internships are just around the corner in every year. While professional heroes will not place your children directly in combat situations, they will still be close to the action—closer than many of you may be comfortable with."

His words were not sugarcoated, Instead, they were cold, clinical truths designed to cut through the haze of panic. Even if this means the parent's frustration. They had, indeed, signed the documents. They had, knowingly or not, agreed to the risks.

Faced with the undeniable reality, the protests began to subside. Some parents cast uneasy glances at one another, their outrage tempered by a dawning realization: they had willingly enrolled their children in a program that embraced danger as a fundamental part of its curriculum. Nezu's logic and the parent's sign were a shield against potential lawsuits.

Once the uproar quieted, Nezu moved to address the next pressing matter: relocation. Seven families from the affected accepted the school's offer of secure housing, agreeing to move immediately to locations known only to them and their assigned protectors. These families acknowledged that the additional layer of security was worth the inconvenience.

The remaining families, however, opted to stay in their homes. "The hero and police protection is sufficient," one parent asserted, their tone resolute and untouched, like a mule if Nezu could say.

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After the dust had finally settled and the chaos subsided, following several tense meetings with the 1-A student's parents, everything the same day

, it was time to address the matter of the principal victim's safety.

That same day, Raiden, Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki were officially relocated to the U.A. dormitories. Their families were moved to undisclosed, secure locations under protection. To avoid drawing unwanted attention, the police discreetly oversaw the transport of the student's belongings, ensuring every item arrived intact and without incident.

The U.A. dorms were an impressive sight—three modern buildings designed to house up to 30 students each. The four students were assigned to Building number two. As they stepped through the main entrance, laden with their bags, they were greeted by a spacious and inviting common area. Plush, oversized couches were arranged around a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

A carpet, adorned with the U.A. logo, spread across the polished wooden floor, giving the room a sense of warmth amidst its modernity. To one side, a fully equipped kitchen gleamed, its chrome surfaces catching the soft light of recessed fixtures. Every detail seemed meticulously planned to ensure the students' comfort.

As the group wandered deeper into the dorm, their initial unease began to turn into curiosity. The sleek design and homely touches momentarily distracted them from the weight of recent events. The sound of approaching footsteps brought them back to reality. Turning toward the noise, they spotted Teacher Snipe stepping through the main door.

"Welcome to the U.A. dorms—your new home for the foreseeable future," Snipe announced, his voice calm but authoritative. "At least until the situation stabilizes or the investigation brings us some answers."

"This place is amazing!" Mirio exclaimed, his signature grin lighting up his face. His enthusiasm was a brief but welcome reprieve from the tension that had followed them for days.

"Definitely fancy," Raiden added, his eyes darting around as he admired the immaculate surroundings.

"This is going to be fun!" Nejire chimed in, her excitement infectious as she twirled around, taking in the cozy yet sophisticated space. Tamaki, ever quiet, had already claimed a seat on one of the couches, his expression softening as he sank into its plush cushions.

Snipe allowed himself a small smile at their reactions before nodding toward a hallway. "I'm glad you like it. Now, let me show you to your rooms."

The dorms were designed with practicality in mind. Two hallways extended across separate floors, with identical rooms spaced neatly along each corridor. Each room was simple yet spacious, containing a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. Compared to the luxurious common areas, the rooms were plain.

"You can choose any room you like," Snipe explained, gesturing toward the open doors. "The only rule is that Nejire will take one on the third floor, while the rest of you will pick from the second floor. You're free to modify your rooms however you like. There are shared bathrooms on all three floors—anyone can use the one on the first floor, but the second floor is reserved for boys and the third for girls."

Satisfied that they understood, Snipe tipped his hat slightly. "Get settled. Classes resume tomorrow, and they'll be more demanding than ever. Prepare yourselves." With that, he turned and left, heading back to the main U.A. building.

The group quickly chose their rooms with practical efficiency. They opted for those closest to the staircase for convenience. Mirio and Raiden picked rooms directly across from one another, while Tamaki took the one beside Mirio. Nejire selected a room on the third floor, directly above the boys. Once the decisions were made, they busied themselves unpacking and organizing their belongings.

They prepared for the next day, knowing that classes would not only continue but intensify. The teachers had made it clear: the students needed to be ready for any eventuality.

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While the school prepared countermeasures in response to the incident, relocating the families of the four students and arranging their new rooms, a different kind of discussion unfolded far from U.A.

In a dimly lit chamber, a man with burning red eyes paced slowly, his tailored suit stretching taut against his broad shoulders, almost like the suit was going to explode.

His eyes, glowing red, spread a faint light across his face, kneeling before him was a diminutive figure, a man, reminiscent of a penguin, the penguin-like man bowed his head low and trembled.

"Carl," the man's voice was a low growl, ice and fire fused in his tone, calm and fury. "Let me ask you one more time. How many people did I instruct you to send to infiltrate U.A.?"

The smaller man shiver, his words barely audible. "F-four, sir."

"And how many did you send?" The red-eyed man's question was laced with an eerie calm.

"T-two, sir," Carl mumbled, his entire frame quaking as he awaited the inevitable response.

The red-eyed man chuckled—a sound devoid of humor, "Two. You sent two. Against my explicit orders. Let me guess," he said, his voice dipping into mocking tones, "You thought fewer people meant less risk of detection? Fewer resources spent? An economical, low-profile operation?"

Carl nodded frantically, his throat dry. "Y-yes, sir. I thought it was... the safest approach."

"Ah, I see. A logical decision, you'd say?" The man's voice sharpened with mockery, his crimson eyes narrowing. "You placed your trust in Nanaki, with his ability to hack U.A.'s entire security system, and Dari, who could teleport anywhere within a shadowed radius. A clever pair for infiltration—on paper."

Carl clutched the floor, his mind racing, but he kept silent.

"You probably thought," the red-eyed man continued, his tone growing colder, "that Nanaki's precision and Dari's mobility would ensure success. But you ignored one crucial fact. I gave you a plan. A specific plan. It wasn't just about getting the samples. It was about safety, about having our men our best men a secure mission." His voice dropped, "And you disobeyed me."

Carl's fear deepened as he recalled every detail of his decision. It had seemed reasonable at the time. He'd weighed the risks, measured the odds, and chosen what he believed was the optimal course. They were just children against seasoned villains. But standing now before his superior, logic offered no shield.

"Do you even understand what we lost?" The red-eyed man stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "You underestimated the children, Carl. Worse, you underestimated me. If you'd followed my orders, Kin and Pakur would've been there to neutralize those brats while Dari and Nanaki secured the samples. Two minutes—two minutes—was all it would've taken. But instead, you sent two people and lost one of our most vital assets."

The man paused, his voice turning into screams. "Dari was captured. Do you know what that means, Carl? We now have only two operatives with teleportation quirks. Our mobility—our most critical advantage—is crippled because of your idiocy, you dam penguin."

Carl whined as the man's form began to shift. His body elongated, muscles swelling grotesquely. Two additional arms sprouted from his torso, and his skin turned a deep red. The crimson glow in his eyes consumed them entirely, transforming his gaze into pits of lava.

"You seem to misunderstand how crucial this moment is for us," the red-eyed man growled, his voice a dangerous blend of contempt and suppressed rage. "You're focused on the small picture, Carl. Let me spell it out for you—AFO. What do they call him in the underworld circles?"

The penguin man trembled, his knees pressing into the cold, hard floor. His voice quivered as he replied, "He... he has many names, but the most common is the 'Symbol of Evil.'"

The taller man's lips curled into a humorless smile, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Yes, yes. That's what the heroes call him. I asked about our circle, Carl—not theirs, not the heroes."

Leaning in so close that his hot breath was felt by the penguin-like man's, the red-eyed man's voice turned into a whisper. "Think carefully. What do we call him?"

Carl swallowed hard, his throat dry. His voice cracked as he stammered, "Th-the Accumulator."

The crimson-eyed man nodded slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Good. And now, what is the name of our boss?"

Carl's trembling intensified. His words came out in a panicked rush. "T-The Evolver, the symbol of progress."

"Exactly," the taller man said, his tone laced with venomous satisfaction. He rose to his full height, towering over Carl. "They are called these names for a reason, Carl. It's about their approach to Quirks. AFO—the Accumulator—take power by force, consuming and controlling. And our boss, the Evolver, sees potential, constantly pushing the boundaries of what's a quirk can do. Now tell me, Carl, what do you think happens when there's a void in the underworld left by AFO's fall after his battle with All Might over half a year ago?"

Carl couldn't respond. His body trembled too much to form words, but the red-eyed man didn't seem to care.

"Our boss, to whom we owe everything, is stepping into that void," the man continued, his voice rising with each word. "He will fill the gap, to claim the throne—and you—" he pointed a clawed finger at Carl, "you messed up. You endangered everything."

The taller man's grin stretched unnaturally wide, his sharp teeth glinting. It was a smile that promised pain.

Carl's eyes darted wildly as he tried to stammer an apology, but no sound came out. His lips moved uselessly, his breath was caught in his throat.

The red-eyed man's gaze burned into him like molten steel. Suddenly, without any indication, he struck. It was so fast that Carl didn't even register the motion.

There was a moment of disorienting silence. Carl's vision shifted, and he found himself staring at his own body—headless, slumped on the ground, a crimson pool expanding beneath it.

The red-eyed man stood over the lifeless form, his voice calm and cold now, as though nothing of consequence had occurred. "This, Carl, is what happens when you fail to see the big picture, and you idiot, don't think I don't know you tried to mess up my plan just because it was me."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the room shrouded in an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint drip of blood hitting the floor.

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