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Himiko kept looking back as Rudra led her toward the door.
She searched her parents' faces—for hesitation, for anger, for regret, for anything that might say stay.
Nothing came.
They didn't reach out. Didn't call her name.
They just stood there.
Silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
As soon as she crossed the threshold—
SLAM.
The door shut hard behind them.
From inside, voices followed—lighter now.
"…It's finally over."
"…At least we won't have to worry anymore."
Relief. That was the word.
Himiko's chest caved inward.
"...."
Her steps slowed, shoulders drooping as if something heavy had finally crushed her down.
Rudra noticed immediately—but didn't comment.
He didn't rush her.
He just kept walking with her.
Nearby Restaurant — Later
They sat at a quiet table by the window.
Rudra ordered without asking—warm food, simple, comforting.
He made sure something was placed in front of her too, even though she barely looked at it.
The food arrived.
Steam rose. Neither of them touched it at first.
"...."
"...."
Silence stretched between them—not awkward, just… heavy.
Himiko poked at her food absently, appetite gone.
Then she spoke.
Her voice was small.
"…What did I do wrong?"
Rudra looked up.
She still hadn't raised her head. She asked quietly.
"Is it my fault? Was I really born wrong?"
Her fingers tightened around the spoon.
"…Is there even a place for me in this world?"
That finally made Rudra set his utensils down.
He leaned forward—not looming, not imposing—just enough to be present.
"Himiko,"
He said gently. She flinched slightly at her name, then looked up.
"...."
Her eyes were red. Empty. Tired.
"You didn't do anything wrong,"
Rudra said clearly to cheer the depressed girl.
"And no—you were not born wrong."
"But—"
She tried to interrupt.
He raised a hand—not to stop her, but to steady the moment. Then he continued.
"...."
"The world is bad at understanding people who don't fit neatly into its boxes, When it doesn't understand something, it calls it dangerous. Or broken. Or evil."
He met her eyes.
"That doesn't make it true."
Tears welled again as she whispered.
"…Then why didn't they want me?"
Rudra didn't lie to her and spoke calmly.
"Because loving someone like you requires effort, And they chose the easy way out."
Her lips trembled.
"…So what am I supposed to do now?"
He gestured gently to the food.
"First, you eat. Even if it's just a little."
She hesitated—then obeyed, taking a small bite. Then he continued.
"Second, you understand this: being abandoned doesn't mean you're unwanted."
She stared at him, confused.
"It just means you were in the wrong place."
He straightened slightly as he explained to her.
"There is a place for you in this world, A place where people won't look at you like a ticking bomb. A place where your quirk is treated as something to manage, not something to fear."
Her breath caught.
"…Where?"
Rudra's voice was steady.
"With me—for now, And soon, somewhere better."
Her eyes widened.
"You're not… going to leave me too?"
He shook his head then he replied.
"No, I don't save people just to abandon them later."
That did it. Tears spilled freely now—not loud, not dramatic—just quiet sobs as years of rejection finally cracked.
After they finished eating, Rudra paid the bill quietly and stood as he took Himiko Toga with him.
"Come on, We're going somewhere safe for you."
Himiko nodded and followed him without question.
-Nod
They walked a short distance until they reached a deserted alley, dimly lit and empty.
Rudra stopped, glanced around once—and then—
Tiny red cubes flowed over his body.
They assembled smoothly, layer by layer, plates locking into place with a soft mechanical hum.
-Gleam
Armor. Mask. Red glowing lenses.
In seconds, Ra-One stood where Rudra had been.
Himiko froze. Her breath caught in her throat.
"...."
"…No way…"
She whispered as she knew that suit. Everyone did.
"H-Hero… Ra-One?"
She stammered. Her eyes widened in pure awe as realization crashed over her.
'All this time… the one who listened to me… the one who held me back… the one who spoke for her to her parents... the one who took her in... was a famous hero Ra-One.'
Her heart pounded.
"You're… a hero?"
She asked softly still not able to believe what she had just witnessed.
Ra-One tilted his head slightly.
"Yes."
She stared at him like he'd just stepped out of a dream.
"...."
"That transformation was so cool…"
She breathed as her face turned red like she was intoxicated.
Without another word, Ra-One raised his hand.
More red cubes poured outward, swirling and assembling into a futuristic astral bike, sleek and glowing with contained power.
He swung a leg over it and looked back at her.
"Hop on."
She hesitated for half a second—then hurried forward and climbed on carefully.
"...."
Ra-One glanced back.
"Hold on tight."
She wrapped her arms around him instinctively.
"R-Really tight?"
She asked once again for confirmation she was still processing the news of she was being rescued by an hero.
"Yes."
The engine hummed.
Then—
VROOOOM—!
The bike shot forward, acceleration snapping the breath from her lungs.
"WAAAH—?!"
Before she could panic, energy bands locked gently around her hips and feet like a safety harness.
"T-That's cheating!"
She shouted—half terrified, half thrilled.
The bike didn't slow.
Instead, it drove straight up the back wall of a building.
"AAAAAA—!!"
Her scream echoed through the alley—pure adrenaline, pure shock.
Then—
They reached the rooftop.
The bike leveled out for a split second—And lifted off.
The city dropped away beneath them.
Wind rushed past.
Lights stretched into glowing lines.
"...."
Himiko's scream turned into laughter, high and breathless.
"I'M FLYING—!!"
Ra-One's voice came steady through the wind.
"Welcome to the sky."
The bike soared higher, leaving the darkness of the streets behind as they headed toward U.A. High School—toward safety, toward shelter, toward a future Himiko had never thought she was allowed to have.
And clinging tightly to the back of a hero she never expected—Himiko Toga smiled for real.
After 45 minutes...
The astral bike descended smoothly inside the secured perimeter of U.A. High School.
Red cubes dissolved into the night air, leaving only quiet footsteps on stone.
Himiko slowly slid off the bike.
She froze looking at the campus.
"...."
U.A. High School...
Before her rose the massive campus—clean paths, tall buildings lit warmly from within, security lights humming softly overhead.
In the distance, students were leaving, laughing, arguing about homework, teasing one another, walking in groups like the world was gentle and kind.
Her chest tightened. Awe came first. Then jealousy.
"...."
Then something bitter and aching settled beneath it.
'I wanted that… I still want that…'
She watched a group of students bump shoulders, one of them laughing so hard he nearly tripped.
Her fingers curled into her sleeves.
Rudra noticed. He didn't comment. Didn't try to fix it with words.
"...."
He simply walked beside her.
As they moved deeper into the campus, students passing by noticed him.
"Good evening, Professor Ra-One!"
"Good night, sir!"
"Good evening sir!"
They bowed, waved, smiled—some excited, some respectful.
Himiko flinched each time.
"...."
Not because of fear. Because of contrast.
They smiled at him. They belonged here.
She walked a step closer to Rudra without realizing it. Then she said quietly.
"…They look happy,"
"Yes,"
He replied. Just that. No lies. No comfort wrapped in false promises.
They continued forward, the noise fading behind them as the campus grew quieter.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Dorm lights glowed softly in the distance.
"You know, what you're feeling right now isn't wrong."
Rudra said at last, his voice calm, steady,
She looked up at him. As he continued his speech.
"It's grief, For a life you were never allowed to have."
Her throat tightened. After hesitation she asked him in low voice.
"…Do you think, someone like me could ever belong in a place like this?"
Rudra stopped walking.
"...."
He turned to face her—not as Ra-One the hero, not as a professor—but as the man who had sat beside her on a swing.
"Not yet,"
He said honestly.
While hearing his response her heart sank. But he added.
"But, that doesn't mean never."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Belonging isn't something you steal, It's something you grow into. With help. With time."
He gestured around the campus.
Rudra made sure the guest room was ready before leaving—lights adjusted, water placed by the bed, the door locked from the inside.
Only then did he head toward the cafeteria.
The campus was quiet now.
Classes were over. Students went to their home. The hum of vending machines filled the empty space.
Rudra pressed a button and grabbed a soft drink—
"Rudra."
He turned to look who it was.
Leaning against a pillar was All Might—in his lean form, tall but no longer overwhelming, a man instead of a symbol.
Rudra paused, then pressed the vending machine again and tossed a second drink his way.
"...."
All Might caught it easily.
"Thanks."
They sat across from each other at a cafeteria table, the cans hissing softly as they opened them.
For a moment, neither spoke.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then All Might exhaled as he spoke.
"I was looking for you, I spoke with Nezu."
Rudra glanced up.
"About Toya?"
All Might nodded hearing him.
-Nod
"I informed him of Toya Todoroki's situation—his condition, his age, his potential."
Rudra waited calmly as All Might continued.
"Nezu, came up with an idea. A special admission."
Rudra's brow lifted slightly. As All Might explained in detail.
"...."
"He wants Toya to join U.A. High School, As a first-year, under special circumstances. No publicity. No pressure. Just… a chance."
Rudra leaned back, thinking.
"Not immediately,"
All Might added quickly.
"Only if he's interested. And only when he's stable."
Silence stretched. Rudra finally nodded.
-Nod
"I'll ask him. But the decision will be his."
All Might smiled faintly.
"That's what Nezu expected you'd say."
Rudra took a sip of his drink, then spoke again.
"I also wanted to talk to Nezu, About the future."
All Might looked at him attentively. As Rudra explained.
"The recovery center won't just treat injuries, It will house kids—young ones—rescued from neglect, bad environments, failed systems."
All Might's expression grew serious he knew how the society treats if they deem a quirk a villain type.
"...."
"They'll need more than therapy,"
Rudra said and laying out his plan for their future.
"They'll need education, structure, purpose. Somewhere they can grow without being labeled."
All Might understood immediately.
"…A bridge, Between recovery and society."
"Yes, And U.A. could be part of that future. Not for all—but for those who can walk this path."
Rudra replied letting out a low chuckle.
-Chuckle
All Might nodded slowly, thoughtful.
-Nod
"I'll set up a meeting with Nezu, Soon. since he had left for a conference."
Rudra stood, finishing his drink as he spoke.
"Good, Because this won't be the last child who needs a second chance."
All Might watched him for a moment, then spoke quietly.
"You're changing things, Rudra. Society will definitely not like this idea."
Rudra paused at the edge of the cafeteria. Then started walking away as he left his reply.
"...."
"Someone has to,"
And with that, he left—already thinking not just about Toya or Himiko—But about the many unseen children whose futures hadn't been written yet.
Which earned him a immense respect for Rudra while All Might looks at his disappearing back.
Hosu City...
Rooftop, Night...
Wind swept across the rooftop as a lone figure stood still, coat fluttering like a torn banner.
Below him, the city buzzed with life.
Above the streets, a massive digital billboard flickered—news footage replaying on loop.
"—Hero Ra-One along with Eraser Head rescues multiple children from an illegal underground operation run by a villain doctor—"
The screen showed blurred images.
Red light. Collapsed facilities. Children carried out safely.
The man didn't blink. His eyes burned. While he murmured.
"...."
"…Ra-One,"
The name tasted different from the others.
He could feel it.
This hero wasn't smiling for cameras. Wasn't chasing rankings. Wasn't posing.
There was weight behind those actions. Conviction.
For the first time in a long while—The man felt something other than disgust as he spoke queitly.
"You have the heart of a hero,"
The wind carried his voice away.
This was Stain.
The man who had cast aside his name to become a creed.
His sole purpose was clear:
To purge false heroes.
To cleanse society of those who wore capes without conviction.
His fingers twitched.
For a split second, bloodlust leaked from him, a suffocating pressure that made the air feel thick—predatory, lethal.
Then—
He inhaled slowly. And suppressed it.
"…Not yet,"
He whispered. His gaze remained fixed on the billboard as it shifted to another story—another hero smiling for the camera.
His lip curled in disgust.
"You'll be tested,"
Stain said softly, eyes narrowing.
"All of you will."
He turned away, disappearing into the shadows between buildings.
Hosu slept on.
Side Street...
Three low-ranked heroes walked together, laughing casually—too relaxed for the quiet that had settled over the street.
The first one suddenly slowed.
A mutant-type hero, his nose able to transform into a sharp blade, stiffened mid-step. As he muttered.
"…Stop,"
The laughter died instantly.
"What is it?"
Asked the second hero—the one with no visible eyes, only oversized ears pressed against the sides of his head.
His quirk allowed him to hear sounds from kilometers away and unleash sonic blasts through his voice.
"I don't hear anything,"
The echolocation hero said, confused.
"But—"
The third hero—the cheetah-like mutant, built for speed and power—sniffed the air and frowned. Then he growled.
-Grr
"…Something's wrong, I feel it too."
A pressure. Cold. Focused. Predatory.
Then—A shape dropped behind them without a sound. A voice rasped.
"Correct,"
They spun—Too late.
Steel flashed.
The blade-nosed hero barely had time to harden his nose into a weapon before Stain was already in motion.
A dagger slashed across his forearm—not deep.
Precise. Blood spilled.
Stain's tongue flicked out, tasting it.
"…Unworthy."
The hero's body locked instantly, muscles seizing as paralysis took hold.
"...."
He collapsed forward, frozen in terror, eyes wide.
The cheetah hero roared and charged, speed exploding forward—
-ROAR!
Stain vanished sideways.
A throwing knife embedded itself in the cheetah's thigh mid-stride.
He stumbled. Before he could recover, Stain was on him—blade carving a shallow cut along his side.
Blood. Then taste.
The cheetah hero froze mid-snarl, momentum dying as paralysis claimed him.
Only one left.
The echolocation hero screamed and unleashed a sonic blast, the shockwave tearing through the street—
Stain ducked low, rolling beneath it, ears ringing but mind sharp. Then he spoke in a cold voice without any emotion.
"You scream, but you don't listen."
He rose inside the hero's guard and slashed the throat—just enough.
Blood spilled. Taste.
Paralysis struck instantly.
The hero collapsed to his knees, unable to move, mouth open in silent horror.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Three bodies. Frozen. Helpless.
Stain walked slowly among them, blood dripping from his blades.
"You wear the title of hero,"
He said, voice filled with contempt,
"but you walk the streets laughing while civilians bleed elsewhere."
He stopped in front of the blade-nosed hero.
"No conviction."
A blade plunged cleanly through the chest.
One life ended.
He turned to the cheetah hero.
"Power without purpose."
Another strike. Silence.
Finally, he stood before the echolocation hero, who could still hear everything—every breath, every step.
"You sensed me,"
Stain said quietly.
"And still you were unprepared."
The blade rose. As he finished.
"And that, is why you die."
A final motion. The street fell silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Stain wiped his blades clean on a discarded cape and vanished into the shadows.
Above the city, the billboard continued to glow—heroes smiling, rankings scrolling.
Somewhere else—A real hero was building places to heal.
And here—A fanatic was carving his ideology into the streets with blood.
Hosu City would remember this night.
Because the Hero Killer had begun his cleansing.
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