From the Eyes of Others

Inside his office, Sir Nighteye was looking at the clues and evidence that the polices and other heroes had gathered from the former base of Shie Hassaikai. What was supposed to be intel gathering and – after gathering a sufficient amount of it – mass arrest had turned into a mass murder investigation.

They managed to identify at the very least the important members of the Yakuza clan. There was the leader, Kai Chisaki, personal assistant, Hari Kurono, the general manager, Joi Irinaka, and his bodyguards. All of them possessed a quirk that made them formidable opponents. And someone managed to kill all of them.

Said person was also very likely to be the current "caretaker" of Eri, the "daughter" of Chisaki. According to the lab result, the bullet that caused Suneater – Tamaki Amajiki - to temporarily lost his quirk was made from the genetic material taken from the little girl. In this age, that was the kind of weapon that nations were willing to kill for, much less a villainous organization.

He knew that it sounded like something out of conspiracy theory but he needed to keep his mind open on any possibility. Chisaki had a record of being…not exactly right in the mind. Him selling his new invention to foreign actor couldn't be disregarded. He hoped that was not the case since that was something not even All Might could solve.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

On the street, Uraraka, Asui, and Nejire were currently patrolling. Thanks to the unexpected turn regarding the Shie Hassaikai case, the hero that they interned under, Ryukyu, was busy with the police and other heroes in finding any clue that they could find.

"Is there something wrong, Uraraka?" Froppy asked her classmate and close friend.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that…" Uravity remained silence for a few seconds before sighing. "It's Deku. He's hit really hard by the news."

"I see. Kero." She put her hand on her chin. "Not sure if there's much that he can do since he would have to face the leader himself. Just a touch can be deadly."

"If your friend Deku is even only half like Mirio, then he will beat himself regardless," Nejire stated, glancing at her juniors. "He might hide it really well but I know Mirio long enough to know when he lies."

"That bad?" Tsuyu put her hand on her chin.

"You – oh, an ice cream truck – no, no! Focus!" Nejire put her hands on her cheeks with her eyes closed. "It's – a cat – nope!"

"Is…Is everything alright, Nejire?" Uraraka asked, worried about her senior.

"Nothing. Just trying to keep my mind focused." She shook her head several times. "Anyway, I guess so. He still has his cheerful face but not so much with the tone of his voice. Feel quite forced."

Uraraka and Tsuyu contemplated on what they had just heard. They weren't quite close with Mirio, most of their experience with him involved him beating them in a spar between the blonde and the entire Class 1-A, but they knew quite enough about his personality to know what Nejire meant. The brunette was about to open her mouth, having more to say, when suddenly…

"Shitty brat, where are you?!"

The three of them stopped walking and turned their attention towards the yeller. It was an albino man, somewhere around late teen to early adult, walking around with a crutch, anger, and annoyance evident in his face.

"Shitty brat!"

As the man walked away, looking for the "shitty brat," the three students of UA blinked several times before looking at each other.

"Should we…help him?" Uraraka suggested, sounded unsure about her suggestion.

"While the answer is obvious, I can understand your reservation." Tsuyu replied before flinching when the man yelled again.

"We should help him regardless," Nejire stated before walking towards the man. "At least we could make sure that nothing bad will happen to the 'shitty brat' that he's looking for."

They were just a few feet away from the man when he suddenly turned his head towards them. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before walking towards them.

"What is it? If someone has a commotion problem, then tell them to fuck off." He stated before any of the students could even open their mouth.

Both Uraraka and Tsuyu couldn't help but get reminded of a certain friend of theirs.

Back in the dorm, a blonde boy with explosive quirk and temper suddenly sneezed without warning.

In another part of the city, Kirishima and Tamaki were also patrolling. The latter was currently eating a small box of takoyaki to ensure that he could use his quirk in case of a crime happening. The former on the other hand was eating French fries because he felt a little hungry.

"Strange. I feel tired." The redhead commented as he finished his food.

"Let's take a seat then." The hooded man replied as he gestured on a bench.

Both students took their seat. Tamaki took out a canteen and drunk the content before offering his junior the drink, who gladly accepted.

"Huh, it's lemonade," Kirishima commented as he closed the canteen.

"It's not only animal parts," Tamaki explained, starting to feel nervous. "Anything that I eat, I can use it."

"Really? So, if you eat steel, you can manifest a steel blade?" He said excitedly. "That's so manly!"

"There's nothing manly about it…" The older student created a distance between them. "Besides, I can't eat steel."

"Well, I have heard about this manly that can eat things that are not food. One of the things that he ate was an airplane! I am sure with enough training it will be possible for you to replicate his feats."

"Please, no. I don't want to eat an airplane…"

"Why do you look so downcast?"

Kirishima and Tamaki looked to the left upon hearing the voice. They saw no one that seemed to be speaking to them.

"Misaka asks as Misaka…"

They then turned their heads to their right. Once again, they saw no one that seemed to be speaking to them.

"…clings to your back as a therapeutic mascot!"

"AAH!"

Upon feeling someone was touching his back, Tamaki immediately stood up and took several steps away from the bench as fast as he could. When he felt that there were arms on his neck, he tried to grab whoever it was on his back. He then found himself staring directly at a little girl.

"Please don't do that!" He exclaimed though it sounded more like begging.

"Sorry about that, Misaka apologizes as Misaka feels bad about mister hero."

Tamaki groaned a little as he put down the little brunette. Kirishima, who was still sitting and tried to not laugh due to not wanting to cause his senior even more depressed, stood up and walked towards the girl.

"Hello there, young miss." He greeted her with a lot of spirits. "Name's Red Riot and this is my senior Suneater. Be gentle with him, OK? He has a confidence issue."

"Misaka notices that Misaka says as Misaka giggles a little." The girl, as she said herself, giggled.

"Excuse me but are you lost?" Tamaki asked while calming himself.

"Nope. Misaka just wants to explore the city, Misaka says as Misaka raises her left hand."

"I…see" The redhead felt a little bit weirded out by her speech pattern. "Say, Misaka, that's your name, right?"

"Hmm…" The girl tilted her head with her right hand touching her chin. "Yes, Misaka says as Misaka nods her head."

"Right. If you don't mind me asking, why do you narrate everything you say and do?"

She kept her pose. However, it was clear from her face that Misaka was thinking deeply about that. She made several noises, trying to create a word but was unable to. After several minutes, she shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

"Misaka doesn't know how to explain it in a way that normal high schoolers could understand, Misaka states as Misaka struggles to simplify how her ability works."

Both of them couldn't help but feel Misaka had just accidentally insulted them.

In their latest hideout, Shigaraki Tomura was contemplating about the latest news that he had received. From what he had heard, Overhaul – along with his entire organization – had been killed by an unknown individual. Likely someone with a quirk more powerful that the quirks of the entire Yakuza group combined.

He admitted that he was quite confused about how to react to the news. On one hand, he was furious because now he lost the opportunity to gain a weapon that could turn the tide of his fight against the heroes. He also had a beef to settle with that guy. On the other hand, and was related to said beef, Magne's death has been avenged, albeit not by him or his comrades.

The man with decaying quirk couldn't help but laughed a little at his thought. Comrades. Avenging the death of one of them. If someone told him in the past how he would grow to care about a bunch of henchmen, Shigaraki would wonder whether the man had consumed a hallucinogen drug or something.

He still remembered the day that the League of Villains made its debut. How he simply discarded the thugs that he recruited when things went south and him threatening Kurogiri with death for letting one of the students got away. Now, Shigaraki couldn't help but feel worried when the teleportation user told him that he would be unavailable for a while due to shaking off the authority.

"Hehehe…" He let out a little laugh. "Oh, how much things have changed before the year even ended."

His thought was interrupted when he felt something was vibrating in his pocket. When he took it out, he found out that it was a burner phone. Recognizing who the caller was, he accepted it and put the phone on his ear.

"What is it, Giran?" Shigaraki asked.

"Hey there, Shigaraki." The man on the other side, Giran, greeted him. "So, you remember about that time when Kurogiri asked me to investigate a vigilante or two?"

"Of course. I was there, after all." He scratched his neck a little. "Do you manage to get something about them?"

"Well, for one, it's quite unlikely that the League would be targeted. All of the victims are common criminals but they share one similarity; they were parts of money-making activities, like drug smuggling or ransoming."

It was true. After the capture of All for One and running away from the heroes and police, the financial status of the League was – to put it simply – in red. Kurogiri only knew some accounts with the rest at the hands of the Doctor, who was still missing.

As it turned out, it was a blessing in disguise as it was very unlikely for them to be a target of these vigilantes.

"I see. Well, we do not need another enemy as for the moment, so that's good news." Shigaraki commented.

"Oh, another thing." The white-haired boy could hear the sounds of papers being flipped. "There's this one unique case. The victims were kidnappers. It was a boy of a rich family, somewhere around seven years old. The kidnappers were identified through DNA since their remains… In any case, don't hurt little children."

"Why would I?" He rolled his eyes. "At worst, they are wannabe heroes. Nothing like those kids at UA."

"Just a little warning. Be safe, Shigaraki."

"Same with you."

"The results have arrived from the lab," Centipeder said as he held the papers in his hand. "To put it short, only Kai Chisaki and Eri that was still missing."

Sir Nighteye said nothing in return. He merely sat on his desk, hands holding in front of his mouth, covering it.

Once again, they were no closer to gain the answer. It was more questions that they received instead. They had been looking through the database, trying to find a possible suspect. One that was capable of fighting an entire Yakuza and win. Since they found none, they wondered if it was a team effort instead. With the retirement of All Might, there was a big increase in people using their quirks in a way that was against the laws.

That simply made things more difficult. Sir Nighteye had already made several possible teams that could theoretically beat the Shie Hassaikai. And that was based on the people that reside in the city.

"Do they find anything regarding the quirk-erasing bullet?" He asked.

"No, they don't. There are traces that an experiment was committed in the basement but that's it." The hero replied before looking intensely at his boss. "We're dealing with a professional."

The former sidekick of All Might fixed his glasses. A professional villain was something that was very, very rare in this age where heroes were common. Most villains were only able to commit one or two crimes before getting caught. Those who "passed the test" tend to keep low by only doing small-time crimes. The only professional villains that he could think of were the League of Villains and even then, they were only recently created…

"Wait…" His eyes became wide. "Is the League the only people that All for One has?"

How could he forget about it? Just because All for One was captured, doesn't mean his lieutenants would simply stop committing a crime. With their leader captured, they could be offering their service to other people, perhaps to gain enough finance to help All for One escape, no matter how close to impossible that was.

He needed to contact Gran Torino and All Might. It seemed that their war against All for One was nowhere close to being ended.

Uraraka and Asui had to admit that this was one of the scariest experiences that they ever had. Who would have thought that merely helping a disabled man looking for a "shitty brat" could be so scary? Alas, that was what happened.

"I swear if you open your mouth one more time, I'll toss your fucking contractor's ass to the orbit!" The albino said towards Nejire. "Fuck the consequence!"

Of course, the girl did nothing close to following his demand. He turned his eyes towards the younger students, who flinched upon being stared.

"She's one of you. Deal with her." He stated as he gestured Nejire with his thumb.

"W-W-Well…that's k-kind of…" Uraraka tried to form a sentence but was unable to do it coherently.

The man merely clicked his tongue before turning his head back. Both of them let out a sigh of relief before following him. After a while, Nejire looked towards him and asked a question.

"Hey, hey, you keep calling us 'contractors.' What do you mean by that?"

"Private security contractors." He said before grumbling.

"What do you mean by that, kero?"

"You're paid to ensure security. You're also not a government worker, just someone hired to do a job. Thus, the name." He gave a glance towards Asui. "Though you're also hired to do other jobs like sponsoring or rescuing, security is the main income of most of you."

"Man, that sounds mouthful. Why don't just call us hero like how others do?" Nejire stated as she hopped around.

"Because you're not a hero. Most likely never will."

She immediately stopped hopping and paid more attention to the albino. Her juniors also did the same, looking at the man in confusion.

"Well, admittedly, we're still students," Asui stated as she put her hand on her chin. "But…"

"If you're no longer being paid, would you still go and rescue people?" He interrupted her.

"O-Of course!" Uraraka joined in. "But if we don't get paid, we…"

"Then you're no hero. A hero would care not about themselves to the point of stupidity. It's always others first, themselves far second."

"That would be impossible for most heroes. Many of them have a personal life and family, you know." Nejire stated.

"Police and firefighters are also paid to save people yet you don't hear them calling themselves heroes." The albino clicked his tongue as he walked away from them. "Calling yourself heroes, that's merely your ego talking."

The three of them remained silent as they watched the man walked away. They looked at each other before following him once again despite knowing his distaste for their profession.

If Kirishima had, to be honest, Tamaki looked as if he was inches away from his own grave. Makes sense as he had problems with socializing due to his shy nature and Misaka was the polar opposite. Didn't help that her excitement attracted a stare or two from pedestrians, further making Suneater more uncomfortable.

"Please kill me…" He murmured under his breath.

"Come on now, senpai. It isn't that bad." The red-haired tried to calm his senior. "By the way, Misaka, shouldn't you go home now?"

"Nope! Misaka still wants to explore, Misaka says as Misaka runs around!"

"But it's about to…" He looked upward to see that the sun was still quite high in the sky. "…oh."

Misaka laughed as she pretended to be an airplane, running around in front of the two students that followed her. Seeing the condition of his senior, Kirishima was now planning on how to convince the girl to return to her home. Hopefully, he would be able to think of a plan quick enough before it resulted in Tamaki becoming even shyer after this.

As it turned out, it wasn't necessary.

"Shitty brat!"

The three of them turned their attention towards the yeller, who was none other than the albino boy that Nejire, Uraraka, and Asui – currently walking behind him – helped. Misaka immediately ran towards him with a smile, which was replied by a scowl from the boy.

"Accelerator, you're here, Misaka says as – ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Not letting her finished her sentence, the boy – Accelerator – chopped the head of the girl with his left hand. After a minute of chopping, he let her go, rubbing her head in pain.

"What the fuck are you thinking, shitty brat?" He scolded her. "Don't just run away because you feel you like it!"

"Sorry, sorry, I just want to explore a bit, Misaka apologizes as Misaka rubbed her head."

"Whatever." He stated as he clicked his tongue. "We're leaving."

"Ah, wait, Misaka says as Misaka waves goodbye to the heroes."

With that, the two of them walked away from the heroes. Kirishima and Tamaki had their eyes on them as the three female students approached them.

"Hello there, Kirishima, senpai." Uraraka greeted them.

"Yo, Uraraka!" The red-haired boy raised his hand. "You too, Tsuyu, senpai."

"So, so, that's the 'shitty brat' that he's been looking for?" Nejire asked as he pointed at them.

"Considering how she reacts when he called her, most likely," Tamaki answered before putting his hand on his chin. "Still, calling her a 'shitty brat.' She is indeed quite a work but that's a little bit too far."

"I guess it's simply how he talks. He has a foul mouth." Asui suggested. "Not unlike our favorite explosive friend."

Back in the dorm, once again, a certain blonde student sneezed.

"Huh, if you put it like that, I guess…" Kirishima shut his mouth when he saw something. "Hey, look!"

They looked at the direction that he pointed. They saw that the albino man – Accelerator if they didn't hear it wrong – and Misaka was currently talking with two people; an older woman that looked very much like the brunette girl and an albino little girl wearing a green frog hoodie.

"Huh, do you guys think they are family?" Nejire stated her opinion.

"Most likely." Tamaki agreed. "Just look at Misaka and the woman who is likely her mother. Their faces look very similar, especially their sinister smile."

The red-haired boy couldn't help but awkwardly laugh at how his senior viewed the little girl. Then again, that was likely how any shy person views people who try to make them more open until they become one themselves.

"That girl…" Asui stated as she pointed at the family.

"What is it, Tsuyu?" Uraraka asked her friend. "Do you recognize…Misaka?"

"No, not her. The albino girl besides Misaka's mother. She looks like…" She squinted her eyes for a while before they returned to their normal size and her shaking her head. "No, forget it. I think I simply mistake her for Eri."

Uraraka's eyes became wide before she looked at them. True, the girl did share some semblance with Eri, what with being an albino, but there were…signs that indicated that the girl was not the same girl that was under the Yakuza's care and was on being looked by the authority.

As the family walked away, likely returning to their home, the students of UA continued their respective patrol, unaware of the significance of what they had just seen.

Inside the bar, the bartender that has been the employer of a certain Number One Esper was currently looking at several papers. While he succeeded in taking down the Shie Hassaikai and permanently stopped the production of the quirk-erasing bullet, Accelerator created quite a heat in doing so. There were going to be a lot of track to cover and time of laying down to let the heat passed.

All in all, it was a success. He might need to deduct some of the albino's payment for the future job to pay for the cover-up but he was sure that the Esper would understand. After all, this was the same person who didn't care much about the consequence of helping the little girl.

His thought was interrupted when he heard his phone was ringing. He picked it up and – upon recognizing the caller – gulped a little before accepting it.

"Yeah, it's me… What? You want to… But that doesn't make any sense. Like, I know you guys don't have the best relationship with them but… Personal reason, huh…? Alright, alright. I'll see what I can do."

After the call ended, he put the phone on the stand before letting out a sigh and covered his face with his hands. It was not something that he couldn't handle but it would not be an easy job either.

"What bloody business does the Church has in Japan?"

And it is done.

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