It was May 27th. The internship week had ended, and today was the day to return to U.A. and share their experiences with everyone else—or that was the plan. There might be a test from Aizawa, All Might, or Kaina.
"Morning already... hm?"
As he opened his eyes, the first thing Allen noticed was a sense of extra weight. Resting on his right arm was Kaina's head.
The terrifying Lady Nagant was currently wearing a purple blouse and white panties, creating a tempting image of beauty; however, it would have been more appealing if she weren't snoring like a truck driver.
The reason for this contrast between her beauty and the way she slept lay on the floor, where several empty beer cans could be seen.
Robecca – She's such a lady, hahaha.
Anemone – I like her, actually. Maybe in the future I'll invite her to a bar… of course, that would be after she finds out her adoptive son is a total womanizer, hahaha.
Allen smiled coldly. "Someone sounds like they want to be banned from getting alcohol from the system shop, don't they?"
Anemone – No! Wait! It was a joke, damn it!
After teasing Anemone, Allen blinked and looked at Kaina before flexing his arm and covering the woman's mouth. Then he used a Zatanna template, allowing him to whisper a spell that regulated Kaina's breathing and stopped her snoring. At least this way, he prevented her from losing any more feminine charm points.
"Mm~"
Once he finished, Allen heard a seductive moan from the other side. Turning to his left, he saw Nemuri's face. The beautiful woman was clinging to his arm, wearing a sexy black lace nightgown.
Esdeath – This woman is practically offering herself...
Jalter – At least she's wearing underwear, not like Miss "I'm going to sleep in just my master's shirt."
Esdeath – Heh… Envy me all you want.
Jalter – Huh?!
"..." Allen ignored the Dolls' argument and smiled as he watched Nemuri sleep. The thought of whether he should kiss her even crossed his mind. After all, he had already crossed the line with Kaina and Mirko.
However, before that thought could take root, the woman began to laugh—a silly and perverted laugh as she murmured things not suitable for all audiences.
"Hehe, Allen-kun, you can bite whatever you want ❤️~ I ****"
"..." Allen remained silent before deciding to stare at the ceiling.
....
Freeing himself from the arms of both women—which, though comfortable, were preventing him from starting his day—Allen went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Seeing that it was still early, he decided to prepare breakfast for the alcoholic princess and the perverted princess.
While cooking, thinking that after a week he was curious about how much the girls had grown, he suddenly heard shouting coming from his room and stopped his hands.
"What are you doing?!" Kaina exclaimed. "You came into my apartment again without permission!"
"Shut up, your breath smells like alcohol. I can't leave Allen with you—what if you pass your bad habits onto him?!"
"It was Sunday! Just one day a week isn't something to panic about… wait! What the hell are you wearing? Did you buy that at a sex shop, you pervert?!"
"This will be a long day," Allen muttered with a quiet laugh.
....
Allen landed near the UA and began walking normally toward the entrance.
On the way, Allen yawned once. His body had been strained to the breaking point after a week of administering justice.
It was true—he had done many things, and while it had been fun, Allen didn't have unlimited stamina at the moment.
The stares from the students around him were far more numerous and intense. Many were whispering, while others looked at him with astonishment, surprise, shock, and admiration.
"..."
Allen knew that many of the things he had done had reached everyone's ears. After all, more than once he had been recorded, photographed, and interviewed by reporters and different media outlets.
Once he reached Class 1-A, Allen paused as he heard everyone talking inside. He opened the door—and silence fell.
"Yo..." Allen gave a casual wave.
Hearing no response, Allen shrugged and walked to his seat. But before he could sit down, Toru grabbed his hand—only to immediately get embarrassed and let go.
"W-wait!"
"What is it, Toru?"
"N-no, well… um… ah! How do I say this?!"
Allen chuckled softly. "Well, you can start with 'good morning'… I missed you a lot~."
Toru blushed but still obeyed. "Good morning..."
"And?"
"I missed you… This is so embarrassing!"
Allen ruffled Toru's hair, and that interaction helped relax the atmosphere in Class 1-A.
Itsuka and Momo approached as well. The former stepped forward with a mysterious smile.
"Good morning. Notice anything different?~"
Allen blinked. "You trimmed your hair a bit, you're using a new shampoo, and you put on some lipstick—though it's barely noticeable because of your natural color—and I bet it's strawberry-flavored. And of course… You got stronger."
"...!" Itsuka froze. She had only expected Allen to notice that she had gotten stronger, but seeing how much attention he paid to her made her blush, leaving her speechless.
Not wanting to leave anyone out, Allen turned to Momo. She instinctively took a step back, trying to avoid the embarrassment of being praised in public.
"Hi, Allen, I'm fine," said the girl, looking away.
"..."
"What?"
"Nothing, I just feel lonely because you won't hug me. You know, I'm a tough guy, but I have feelings too."
"Shut up!" Momo blushed. "I'm not going to hug you!"
"Tsk..."
"Allen~" Mina jumped toward him. Being the least shy girl in the group, she had no problem showing that she liked him.
"Hey, Mina."
Allen held her by the waist and spun her around.
"Hehe~ I got stronger too! I learned a lot from Ryuko-san."
"Oh really?" Allen smiled.
"Yeah! From your favorite food, the type of coffee you like, where you prefer massages, and your favorite color~"
Allen flicked Mina on the forehead. "Learn how to deal with villains..."
Mina stuck out her tongue cutely.
At the back, Tsuyu and Jiro—who were resting at their desks—looked at Mina with resentment. All week long, that pink-haired girl had been provoking Ryuko like a daughter-in-law teasing her mother-in-law, making the already harsh training even worse.
Allen smiled apologetically at both girls. "Sorry if our Mina caused you trouble."
"Ours?! Don't you mean my Mina? ❤️ No~"
Mina's clingy attitude made several girls feel annoyed. Allen set her down and walked toward Ochako, who was sitting quietly. As he approached, he leaned his face closer to hers.
"Did something happen, Ochako?"
"Huh?" Ochako, who had been staring blankly, snapped back to reality and looked at Allen in a daze before blushing intensely. For a moment, she almost fell backward, but Allen grabbed her arm.
"Hey, that's dangerous."
"S-sorry..." Ochako apologized awkwardly. Then she cleared her throat and composed herself. "It's just that… the internship week was exhausting. Don't get me wrong—Mirko-san is an amazing hero, but I feel like one more week would've killed me..."
"Mirko?! That Mirko?!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"You actually trained with the number five hero?!" Kaminari shouted.
"Hehe, me too!" Toru declared proudly, puffing out her chest.
"Incredible!" Deku gasped. "The Rabbit Hero Rumi Usagiyama, better known as Mirko, holds the record for the highest number of arrests in—"
Everyone ignored encyclopedia-mode Deku and continued reacting in amazement.
Monoma clicked his tongue. Bakugo glanced at both girls before turning his head away. Todoroki didn't react, Tokoyami nodded in approval, and Ojiro felt a bit envious.
"I wouldn't be jealous if I were you," Allen said with a mysterious smile. "Right?"
Toru and Ochako exchanged glances before their expressions dropped.
"We thought we were going to die!" both girls said, making many in the classroom swallow nervously.
"Walker, why don't you tell us about your week?" Monoma said in a sarcastic tone. "The noble Allen Walker wouldn't think himself so important that he wouldn't even share his experiences, right? After all, the future Symbol of Peace should be humble. I believe in your nobility, Allen—not like those sensationalist reporters. What do they call you again? The Symbol of Shamelessness?"
"Hey!" Momo slammed her desk angrily.
"That's going too far!" Ochako snapped.
"Monoma-kun, that's not right," Ibara scolded.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Allen smiled mockingly.
Seeing that his words hadn't even bothered Allen, Monoma grew irritated. Just as he was about to stand up, the door opened, saving him from a miserable fate.
"Sit down..." Aizawa said. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Allen sat down along with the rest.
"Alright. This week must have been very rewarding for all of you in many ways."
Most of the class tensed up, but Aizawa's next words calmed them.
"Don't worry. There won't be a test today. I know many of you are tired—those must have been difficult days—but relax, there won't be any demanding classes today."
A sigh of relief spread throughout the classroom.
"However, there are two situations I need to address. First is the encounter between Iida and Midoriya with the Hero Killer, Stain..."
This had been all over the news, and of course, Allen had heard about it. Somehow—most likely with help—Stain had escaped police custody and later appeared in the city where Deku and Iida were.
There was a confrontation where both of them were put in danger. They managed to hold back a Stain who, for some reason, was already injured.
In the end, Endeavor arrived—but before being captured, Stain shocked or frightened the entire country with his words, which revealed his convictions taken to the extreme. Although, there had been a shift in his mindset, along with a mysterious phrase no one understood.
– "I lost to you—your strength and spirit—but my conviction has not. Prove me wrong, or my hands will once again be stained with the blood of false heroes! I will be watching..." –
Allen knew those words were directed at him, but he didn't show much reaction.
"This incident may have come early for you, but take it as experience. Stain is not the most twisted villain to ever exist, nor will he be the last. There will be more—and worse. Sometimes you won't understand why villains act the way they do. Other times, even as professional heroes, you will feel fear when you look into their eyes and see evil manifest within a person... These are things you will have to face sooner or later."
Aizawa's words made everyone reflect. Then the teacher glanced sideways at Allen.
"The second topic is about Allen..."
The impact Allen had last week is beyond words, but it left everyone with a bitter taste in their mouths, as they felt that while they were crawling, Allen was flying.
Aizawa knew that all too well.
"Once again, I remind you not to move forward by comparing yourselves to someone else. Allen's existence, even outside of this generation, remains abnormal.... No, ever since the founding of U.A. there has never been anything like this."
"But there's no reason to feel ashamed. He may be ahead of you right now, but rest assured, one day you'll stand on the same stage. This isn't just comfort—based on my experience, this is the strongest and most talented generation I've seen since becoming a teacher."
Aizawa's words lifted the heaviness that had filled the classroom ever since Allen entered. It was inevitable they would feel that way—Allen had demonstrated so much that he seemed unreachable. But thanks to Aizawa, a new spark of determination emerged within them.
Seeing this, Allen smiled.
"By the way, Walker... I have a message from the principal. It seems the Hero Commission has summoned you."
The rest of the class fell silent, stunned.
Allen stopped smiling. "Huh?"
....
...
....
It was a room with gray walls, a black metal table in the center, and two chairs—one on each side. There was a tinted window, but barely any light came through.
*Pam*
A man nearly two meters tall slammed a photograph onto the table hard enough to make a noise. He was burly, bald, and wore glasses—someone who could intimidate people just by looking at them.
"...?" Allen raised an eyebrow as he stopped drinking his coffee and looked at the photo. It was him lifting a vehicle. "If you wanted an autograph, you could've just asked, bald-kun. No need to put on this whole show just to get it."
The man smiled, though his right eye twitched. Still, he held himself back.
"Allen Walker... do you even understand what you've done?"
Allen tilted his head. "Huh? You mean all the good deeds I did last week? Like stopping around a hundred villains, preventing a bunch of crimes, and basically saving enough people to fill U.A.'s stadium?"
"You..."
A vein throbbed on the man's forehead. He couldn't believe how shameless Allen was, even after being warned about him.
"Fine... let's start over." The man pulled a remote from his pocket and pointed it at a projector. When it turned on, it displayed a peculiar image—a luxury car sitting on top of a tower.
"May 21st. Someone placed a Toyota Crown on top of Tokyo Tower."
The man narrowed his eyes.
Allen shrugged. "It was parked in a handicapped spot..."
The man did his best not to explode. "That was the car of Hikari Yamada-sensei..."
"..." Allen blinked without changing his expression.
"Do you understand?!! She's a member of parliament—of the House of Representatives!"
Allen stood up and slammed the table, "So what?! As far as I know, the law applies to everyone! I think it's ridiculous to use your position to ignore something that obvious! I'm disappointed!"
The man looked at Allen without expression, "Yamada-sensei can't walk..."
"..." Allen fell silent before sitting back down. He took a sip of his coffee and returned to his calm demeanor, which only irritated the man further. But before he could speak, Allen opened his mouth.
"The driver was in perfect condition. Also, the tinted windows prevented me from seeing the back seat, so I had no way of knowing," Allen declared with the confidence and calm of a scholar explaining the meaning of life to a brat.
The man opened his mouth. Did Allen really think that excuse would work? Did he think he was an idiot?!
"That's strange—I thought you had X-ray vision?" the man mocked. He had decades of experience interrogating the worst criminals and evil geniuses. A kid like this was nothing to him.
Allen frowned, offended. "Huh?! Are you stupid? Why would I spy inside a lady's vehicle? Do you think I'm some kind of degenerate?! Obviously, I didn't—I was respecting her privacy. I'm a gentleman."
The man opened his mouth, unable to say a word. In his entire life, he had never seen someone lie so shamelessly in a situation like this.
....
The man stared at Allen, and after a couple of minutes, he moved on to round two.
'I don't care if we have to stay here for a week—I'm going to make this brat regret underestimating the Hero Commission.'
The man pressed a button again, and a video appeared...
In it, miserable screams from villains, police panicking, firefighters praying to God, and civilians running in chaos could be heard. It was absolute pandemonium.
"Explain what happened on May 22nd at 3:34 PM in Osaka... and why it looks like the apocalypse. How the hell did it end up like this?!"
Allen blinked. "Well..."
....
(Flashback)
An officer grabbed his head as he looked at the situation in helplessness. There was a hostage crisis in an office building. The villains were demanding money and an escape route.
The leader had a history of killing civilians at the slightest provocation. The heroes were having trouble intervening—none of them wanted the bad reputation of being responsible for civilian deaths. That would severely damage their image.
"Damn it, aren't the reinforcements here yet?!" the police captain growled.
"Are you in trouble, Captain?"
At that moment of despair, a figure appeared in the sky, descending with a kind smile and a gaze filled with justice.
The captain was stunned. Setting aside the fact that he didn't recognize such a handsome hero, there was something about him that made people want to trust him.
"Can you handle this, hero?"
Allen smiled. "Leave everything to me. In the name of justice, I'll make sure everything turns out fine..."
The police chief smiled. He felt that Allen was someone trustworthy. It was true that he looked young, but a hero with that kind of entrance, presence, and charisma would probably resolve everything peacefully.
"Go ahead, hero."
....
(Five minutes later)
"Ahhh!"
"My leg!"
"Call my mom!"
"Where are my eyes?!"
"NOOOO!"
"It's the end of the world! We're all going to die!!"
"Someone rip my guts out!!"
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A/N The guy on the Hero Commission should be grateful he doesn't have any hair, because after reviewing everything Allen did, he'd go bald.🍷🗿
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