Third Person POV
It didn't take long for Nezu and All Might to reach UA and then the principal's office. Their footsteps echoed faintly down the quiet hallways, but neither of them spoke. Both were lost in thought, weighed down by the shadows of what they had just witnessed and the unanswered questions swirling in their minds.
They entered the office, the door shutting behind them with a muted click. All Might slumped into one of the seats, his features grim. Nezu hopped onto his chair, folding his tiny paws together as silence lingered between them like a heavy fog. Finally, it was Nezu who broke it.
"I don't think young Aaron has any ill intentions towards UA or the students," he said, his calm voice cutting through the tension. "No one goes so far to protect others if they secretly intended to harm them."
All Might's eyes narrowed but he didn't interrupt, allowing the principal to continue.
"And I also don't believe he has any connection to All For One. The timing simply doesn't align." Nezu's tone grew firmer, analytical. "I looked into Aaron's history more deeply. It is true—he awakened his quirk shortly before turning nine. And that was a full year before your battle with All For One."
He paused, tilting his head as if testing his own reasoning, then continued.
"First of all, can All For One even pass on his true quirk to someone else? Even if he could, why would he? And let's assume, for the sake of argument, that he did… then how do you explain his power when he fought you? You passed your quirk to Midoriya only a month ago, and already the remnants of One For All are fading within you. At this pace, it won't be long before your own strength dwindles further." Nezu's dark eyes studied All Might carefully.
All Might nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. "I also don't think Aaron is connected to All For One. From what we've gathered about the USJ incident, the Nomu was not some ordinary villain. He was manufactured… a bio-engineered weapon designed solely to counter me." His voice dropped, heavy with disgust. "Even after his brain was destroyed, the doctors discovered that his quirk factor had been altered beyond recognition."
A grim silence followed. All Might's face hardened, his eyes glinting with a mix of fury and resolve. "There is someone bigger moving behind the scenes. I'm convinced All For One survived our fight. He must have gone into hiding, too injured to continue… but alive nonetheless. And if that monster has decided to return, then it's only a matter of time before he strikes again." Murderous intent leaked into his words, a rare glimpse at the man beneath the smile.
"Hmm…" Nezu tapped his paw against the armrest. "If he truly plans to reemerge, then yes… another attack is inevitable. We must be ready."
The principal's eyes glimmered with sharp intelligence as he added, "Still, one detail remains strange. Since the emergence of quirks, never once has there been a case of two individuals awakening the exact same quirk. Similar abilities, yes—but identical? No. Aaron's situation is… unprecedented."
All Might drew in a breath, his face softening just slightly. "We'll untangle this mystery in time. But for now, this secret must never leave this room. If word spread that Aaron could somehow be tied to All For One, it would ignite chaos. Fear, suspicion… it would destroy him. Besides, if Aaron were truly his successor, he wouldn't have helped Midoriya learn to control One For All. That alone speaks volumes." His voice grew steel-hard. "Aaron is not All For One. He is nothing like him. That villain lives only for himself, severed from all bonds. Aaron has family. Friends. Anchors that keep him grounded. Those connections are his greatest strength—and also what our enemy could use against him."
Nezu closed his eyes, nodding solemnly. "Then let us bury this matter here. For now."
The two shared a silent agreement, but the unspoken weight of their conversation lingered heavily in the room.
...…
Three Days Later
Aaron's POV
Aunt had kept me under strict rest for the first three days, hovering over me like a hawk. I wasn't allowed to lift a finger. In the end, I spent most of my time helping Sora train his quirk instead.
His quirk, Nimbus, allowed him to generate and manipulate clouds. For now, his control was limited—he could only summon clouds about the size of his head. But I could see the potential. One day, he might command the entire sky itself.
On the fourth day, Aunt finally relented, allowing me to return to UA. The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted with a wave of excitement.
"Thank you for saving us back then," Midoriya said earnestly. The others followed, offering their own words of gratitude. Even Bakugo stayed silent, though his sharp eyes now held a faint glimmer of acknowledgment.
I waved them off lightly. "Ah, no need to thank me. Any of you would've done the same." My gaze lingered on Midoriya, seeing the determination behind his gratitude.
Kirishima grinned, punching his palm. "Man, let's train together until the sports festival! You were so cool against the Nomu—I wanna learn some of those moves."
I couldn't help but smile. "Sure, let's do that."
The day rolled on as usual until afternoon, when we prepared to head home. But a crowd had gathered in front of our classroom.
"Why are you blocking the way? Please move aside," Tenya demanded in his usual class rep tone.
"Scouting out the enemy, four-eyes," Bakugo scoffed as he pushed forward. "We're the ones who fought our way out of the villain attack. They're just here to size us up before the sports festival."
The tension spiked when a student with tired-looking eyes stepped forward. "I came to see what the famous Class 1-A was like," Shinso said, voice laced with mockery. "But all I see are a bunch of arrogant kids. I heard it was someone named Aaron who actually took down the most dangerous villain. The rest of you just stood by and watched."
His words cut sharper than expected, the crowd murmuring in agreement.
"Do your best in the sports festival," Shinso finished with a smirk, "or I'll take your place in the hero course myself."
Tetsutetsu soon joined in, his booming voice adding to the commotion.
As Bakugo started walking out, Kirishima tried to calm him down. "Hey, you started this, at least help settle things—"
"It doesn't matter," Bakugo cut him off coldly.
"Huh?" Kirishima blinked.
"It doesn't matter as long as you rise to the top," Bakugo sneered, his arrogance unwavering.
I stepped forward, brushing past Shinso. "He's right, you know," I said evenly. Shinso's eyes snapped to me. "Words don't prove anything. Let your actions speak at the festival. If you're better than anyone in the hero course, then by all means—take their place." I patted his shoulder before moving on.
Shinso's lips tightened, but he didn't respond.
...….
A Few Days Later
"Ah, fuck," Kirishima groaned, clutching his forearm after another one of my punches.
"Dude, you hit like a truck," he hissed through his teeth.
"This is how you get stronger," I told him. "Harden your body to the extreme. Make it unbreakable." I cracked my knuckles, stepping forward again.
Our training sessions had become a daily ritual. To him, it was brutal. To me, it was necessary. He endured beatdown after beatdown, and the results were showing—his hardening was sharper, denser, more resilient.
"I swear, I'm turning into a masochist," Kirishima panted, lying flat on the floor.
"Stop whining," I said with a smirk. "Go see Recovery Girl."
...
Third Person POV
The day of the Sports Festival finally arrived. The air inside the stadium was electric, buzzing with anticipation. Tens of thousands of spectators roared as the students of Classes A through K marched into the arena.
Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers, hyping up the crowd, while Midnight—dressed in her strikingly sensual hero costume—took center stage.
"Time for the player pledge!" she announced dramatically. "This year's representative is Aaron Black, from Class 1-A!"
The crowd erupted as Aaron walked to the stage, every eye fixed on him. Whispers spread like wildfire, speculation and excitement hanging thick in the air.
He reached the microphone, scanning the sea of faces before him. For a moment, he said nothing. The silence grew taut. Then, slowly, a grin stretched across his face.
"Don't waste your breath or your energy aiming for first place," Aaron said, his voice calm but cutting. "It's already mine. Always has been."
A murmur of outrage swept through the stands. He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming.
"You're all welcome to fight for second place, though. Consider it… a consolation prize. After all, someone has to take it. Better than leaving empty-handed, right?"
Boos and angry shouts erupted instantly, echoing across the stadium. Aaron didn't flinch. Instead, he chuckled—a low, amused sound that only provoked the crowd further.
"I see. Still clinging to pride. Good." His grin widened into something sharp. "I want you all to come at me with everything you've got. Throw your quirks, your hopes, your dreams at me. Break yourselves if you must. Because the higher you climb, the better it'll feel when I kick you back down."
The public didn't know every detail of Aaron's battle at USJ—most of it was still hidden. But Class 1-A did. They had seen his true strength, felt the weight of his power. They stayed silent, their silence not of weakness but of resolve.
Aaron was a wall. And every single one of them silently vowed to climb over it.
Above, the giant screen flickered to life as Midnight announced the first event.
"The obstacle race!" she cried.
Her sultry voice explained the rules: stay on course, but everything else was fair game.
The students moved to the starting line, hearts pounding as they braced for the signal. The festival had begun.
Chapter ends here
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AN:
The two quirks Aaron got from Nomu are Shock absorbtion and Super regeneration.
Shock Absorption – This quirk allows the user's body to absorb and dampen the impact of physical blows, drastically reducing damage taken from powerful attacks.
Super Regeneration – This quirk grants the user rapid healing abilities, enabling them to recover from severe injuries and regenerate lost tissue within moments.