Ok so i hope yall enjoy this chapter.
Also if yall have any ideas for extreme training for cid im all ears im talking borderline suicidal stuff that would actually make him stronger. I have a few ideas but let me know what yall think.
Chapter 38: The Truth of The Future
Cid didn't sleep well.
After everything that had happened, even after the emotional weight of the last few days had finally settled, his mind refused to stay quiet.
He wasn't going to wait around in a hospital bed while the world kept moving.
The next morning, Cid sat up slowly, wincing at the stiffness in his body. His ribs still ached, and his shoulder felt tight and sore, but after carefully moving his limbs and testing his range of motion, he decided it was good enough. He wasn't at full strength, but he was functional. That was all he needed right now.
Without hesitation, he reached over and began pulling the sensors off his chest and arms. The machines immediately started beeping loudly, filling the quiet room with sharp, urgent alarms.
A nurse burst through the door seconds later, eyes wide with alarm. She froze when she saw Cid already standing beside the bed in nothing but his hospital gown, the wires dangling from his hands.
"Mr. Kageno!" she said quickly, hurrying over. "You shouldn't be out of bed yet! Please, lay back down. Your body still needs time to recover."
"I'm fine," Cid said calmly, already reaching for his clothes that had been folded on the nearby chair.
The nurse looked genuinely worried, stepping closer as if she could physically stop him. "You're not fine. You were in critical condition when you were brought in. Your body hasn't fully healed yet. If you leave now, you could make your injuries worse."
Cid pulled his shirt over his head without slowing down. "I'm fine. Can I get discharged now?"
The nurse tried again, her voice growing more urgent as she explained the risks, but Cid didn't budge. Eventually, after realizing he wasn't going to listen, she sighed in frustration and left to get the doctor.
A short while later, the doctor arrived. After a brief examination and some stern warnings, he reluctantly agreed to discharge Cid once he signed the necessary waivers stating that the hospital would not be held responsible for any complications that arose from leaving early.
Cid signed without hesitation.
When he finally stepped out of the hospital, the afternoon sun felt brighter than he expected. His body still protested every movement, but he kept walking.
A black car was already waiting at the curb.
Nighteye sat in the driver's seat, one arm resting against the open window as he calmly drank from a cup. He didn't look surprised to see Cid. If anything, he looked like he had been expecting this exact moment.
Cid got into the car without a word. Then Nighteye started the engine and pulled away from the hospital without asking any questions at first. The ride was quiet for several minutes, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional passing car.
Eventually, Nighteye spoke, breaking the silence between the two.
"So," he said, eyes still on the road. "What's your plan now?"
Cid looked out the window for a moment, thinking. He had already made up his mind the night before, and there was no point in lying about it.
"Once I'm healed enough," Cid said, "I'm going to talk to Nezu. I'm going to ask him to create something that will push me as hard as he can so I can grow stronger."
Nighteye didn't respond right away. His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. He had already suspected something like this based on what he knew of Cid and the way he carried himself, but hearing it out loud made something click. This wasn't just about getting stronger anymore. This was about punishing himself for almost dying. About making sure he never felt that helpless again.
Nighteye realized then that simply telling Cid not to lose himself in training wasn't going to be enough. The boy needed something more to fight for than just avoiding pain or that feeling of not being enough.
Without another word, Nighteye pulled the car over to the side of the road and shifted it into park. He turned in his seat to face Cid directly.
"I think," Nighteye said quietly, "it's time I stopped keeping things from you, Cid."
Cid turned to look at him, confused by the sudden seriousness in his tone.
Nighteye's usual composed expression had shifted. The sharp, professional mask he always wore was gone. In its place was something rawer. He reached out and placed a firm hand on Cid's shoulder, staring directly into his eyes and began to speak.
"My Quirk allows me to see the future of others," he said. "Every single person I have ever used it on has had a future set in stone. No matter what choices they made, the outcome I saw never changed."
" You, Cid, are the first person I have ever seen whose future is different."
Cid's eyes widened slightly. The memory of their first meeting came back to him, that long handshake. He had thought it was just Nighteye being weird or eccentric. Now he understood.
Nighteye continued, his voice growing heavier.
"At first, I was cautious of you. Your power was already significant, and your background made you difficult to trust. I needed to know what kind of future someone like you would bring. So I requested you as an intern. Then mirio came to me and told me of what was happening to you and I saw an opportunity to ensure you came to my agency, so I could see for myself what you would become. But when I looked… I didn't see one fixed path. I saw multiple. Paths that branched and changed depending on the choices you made. I saw futures where you fell into darkness. I saw futures where you became something terrifying. But I also saw just as many where you stayed good, then I saw something else."
Nighteye's grip on Cid's shoulder tightened. His voice grew quieter, almost unsteady.
"I saw you with a family. With someone who cared for you. With children. A life that was… peaceful, where you were a hero who stood as a symbol, just like all Might. Something I never thought I would see for someone like you. Something I never thought I would see for anyone after everything I've witnessed over the hundreds of futures I have seen."
Cid's breath caught slightly. The image Nighteye painted was vague, but it was enough. It hit something deep in him he hadn't even realized was there.
Nighteye's eyes were shining now. For once, he wasn't speaking as Sir Nighteye, the calculating hero. He was speaking as a man who had spent years drowning in the despair of futures he couldn't change.
"Unlike everyone else I've ever seen — even All Might — your future isn't locked in stone. It's an ever-changing path that you control. You can steer it toward whatever ending you choose. Even if things look hopeless at times, there is always a chance for something better. A chance for a future worth having."
He looked Cid directly in the eyes, his voice firm despite the emotion behind it.
"So even if you hate me for what I did, for using my Quirk on you without permission, I need you to understand something. Growing stronger isn't just to avoid losing again. You need to grow stronger for the future you could have. For the life you could build. I promise you, no matter how dark things may seem in any given moment, that future is still within reach. You just have to fight for it. To bring it to reality with your own hands."
Cid didn't speak.
His fists had clenched tightly in his lap without him realizing it. A sharp, uncomfortable feeling sat in his chest. He understood why Nighteye had done what he did. Logically, it made sense. Nighteye had seen someone dangerous and taken precautions. But that didn't erase the sting of knowing his mentor, the man he had started to look up to had looked into his future without his knowledge. It felt like an extreme breach of his trust.
At the same time, he could see how much this meant to Nighteye. The man who had always seemed so composed was barely holding himself together right now. Cid could see the years of quiet despair behind his eyes, and the fragile hope that had somehow taken root because of him.
He didn't know how to respond.
Nighteye didn't push him for an answer. He simply kept his hand on Cid's shoulder for a moment longer before slowly pulling it back.
"I won't ask you to forgive me right now," Nighteye said quietly. "But I hope you'll at least consider what I've told you."
Cid sat there in silence, his mind struggling to catch up with everything Nighteye had just told him. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again. He tried to form words, but nothing came out. Every time he tried to speak, the thoughts in his head tangled together too tightly.
He wanted to yell.
He wanted to demand answers.
He wanted to tell Nighteye how wrong it was to do this without his permission.
But every time the anger rose in his chest, it died just as quickly, leaving only frustration behind.
Nighteye didn't push him. He simply sat there, watching quietly as Cid wrestled with himself.
After a long moment, Cid's fists slowly unclenched. He let out a slow, heavy sigh and leaned back against the seat. When he finally looked up, his expression was calmer, though his eyes still carried a clear hurt in them.
"If it was anyone else," Cid said quietly, "literally almost anyone else who had done what you did… I would have killed them."
The words hung in the air between them. Nighteye didn't flinch, but something in his face tightened.
Cid looked down at his hands again, flexing his fingers slowly.
"But you didn't do it to control me," he continued. "You didn't do it to threaten me or someone I care about. You did it because you were afraid. And I can understand that. If I had the same ability and it was to protect Yui… I'd probably do the same thing."
He went quiet again for a few seconds, staring at his palms as if they held answers.
"But I can't forgive you," Cid said, his voice steady but low. "I just can't. Not right now."
Nighteye's shoulders tensed slightly at that, a small wince crossing his face before he could hide it.
Cid looked back up at him.
"But I also can't hate you," he admitted. "You're at least owning up to it. You're telling me to my face instead of hiding it. That means… something…. It means we can fix things. But you have to earn my trust again, Sir and that won't be easy, not at all"
He met Nighteye's gaze directly as he said it. Nighteye held the look for a moment before nodding once, the motion slow and deliberate.
"I understand," Nighteye said quietly.
Cid took another breath, his expression shifting. The conflict in his eyes was still there, but something steadier was settling behind it now.
"I also understand why you told me all of this," he said. "About the futures you saw. About how mine can change."
"You wanted to help me, to stop me from going down a path I might regret later so, thank you, I will take what you told me to heart."
He reached out in front of him, fingers slowly curling into a fist as if he were physically grabbing something only he could see.
"I'm going to take that future you saw," Cid said, voice firm. "And I'm going to make it real. I won't just follow whatever path you foresaw. I'll make my own. Just like you said."
He lowered his hand, but the determination in his posture remained.
Nighteye watched him quietly, something unreadable passing through his expression.
After a moment, Cid spoke again, his tone shifting toward something more practical.
"Let's get back to the agency, Sir," he said. "I need to say goodbye to Mirio… and thank him."
Nighteye studied him for a second longer before giving a small nod. Without another word, he shifted the car back into drive and pulled onto the road again.