HPSC
Madam President sat in a room full of criminals and the worst of the worst. Many had endorsed training and using children as slaves, and others had children working as soldiers, killing those who threatened their rule. Many had gotten a sip of the ocean of power she had and had become drunk on it in moments.
And they were the face of the HPSC, the advisors and people who made the hero laws themselves. And she was the worst of them all, driving Lady Nagant (My Persona Fav) to killing the former president was not her doing, but she was happy to clean up the mess and drop her in Tartarus. Of course, she had that idiot Hawks she was in the process of training at the time, so it was no small loss.
"The recent drop in criminal activity is sudden and unprecedented, despite the inflated taxes we have had the government establish, crime continues to drop. We have not been able to find a cause for this anomaly."
Honestly, the President wondered when she lost her humanity. It felt like so long ago when she had wanted to make a change in the hero world. Now she was the most powerful person in the heroing world despite her quirk literally only being that she could choose what her breath smelled like.
"Well, what if we assign more of the class R heroes? Bring down morale and scare the women?"
What is it with that man and sending those perverts to solve the problem?
"The heroes who rape whom they want, then threaten them so they don't talk? How is that supposed to raise crime? The more crime there is, the more funding. The more funding, the more in our pockets."
Another person whose vote could release thousands of criminals capable of leveling a city from their cells. And he only wanted money. That's how the president liked them. Simple, idiotic men who could easily be manipulated.
"Just get some of the old criminals and threaten them."
Another man drawled.
"We tried, the men don't break. Not for many, and we can't find any information about their families."
Another grumbled, which caught the President's attention.
"What do you mean we can't find information on their families? We are literally second only to the actual government; we have access to everything."
She demanded, and the men around her straightened.
"We don't know, our hackers can't find anything. One of them got close, but then suddenly had a heart attack. The rest are scared."
Something was happening in her city, and she didn't like that she did not have control.
"This better not be that rat…"
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That rat happened to be investigating everything the HPSC was not about the situation. It was strange to him; he knew the HPSC was the cause of the criminal incline in recent years, but it was outside his predictions that they would actually try doing their jobs for once. It was a confusing puzzle that was not the simple three-piece puzzle that the HPSC was.
It occurred then to him that it might not be because of the HPSC but an independent party. Pressing a button on his desk, it clicked, and he spoke.
"Aizawa, stop sleeping in the storage room. Coffee beans, we drink those. And get to my office, please."
Sometimes, he swore he could hear the faint cursing that echoed through the halls when he did these things to the man. Eraserhead was one of the only heroes that still stuck to the definition of heroes that the tales of old said they were. So it was fun for the rat to mess with the man. Actually, the entire staff here was some of the few real heroes left in Japan.
The door slowly opened a moment later with a grunt of effort from Aizawa.
'Shame that the weights implemented into the door to stop intruders happened to be stuck in the door today.'
Nezu mentally chuckled as he sipped some tea.
"What do you want, Nezu, you know I don't sleep in the coffe beans."
His scraggly voice was a rough but calm cadence.
"I am simply helping you, my dear friend! If the rest of the staff believe you sleep in the coffee beans, then they won't dream of drinking it."
Nezu happily chirrped, and Aizawa deadpanned.
"Mic saw one roleplay clip of us being shipped together and now asks me which bags of coffee I sleep in so he can drink from them. He's taken the bit far enough to the point he can actually tell if I have said I slept in a bag or not."
"He is a man of many talents."
"He tied his and Midnight's hair together, and they ended up living together for a week. We were forced to watch them running around half naked, getting work done."
"Good thing it was summertime."
"All Might bleed more from his nose than his mouth."
"I have definitive proof that the man has never even held a woman's hand in a romantic sense ever in his life."
"That explains so much and so little."
Nezu grinned at the little back and forth as Aizawa sat down in one of the plush chairs while Nezu pulled up some notes.
"There has been a sudden and steep decline in villain activity around our area. As an underground hero, what have you heard.
Aizawa sighed and half-laughed as he rubbed his eyes.
"Only a name, the decline has made my job in that area way easier. All the thugs I would routinely catch now wave hello and show me pictures of their newborn babies."
Nezu nodded, and Aizawa continued.
"They all say they found somebody who was able to help them in return for making a deal with him. They seemed to struggle to say something else, but they all eventually settled on something…"
Aizawa trailed off as he groaned.
"Radio Demon"
Nezu paused, and his ears perked up.
"Oh? We have a new player in the game?"
"Yeah, and they are collecting followers like flies to honey."