We didn't even finish breakfast before someone tapped the side of our table.
"Finish your food," Aizawa said calmly. "Then come with me."
That was it.
No explanation.
No emotion.
Just that quiet, controlled tone that somehow made it ten times more serious.
Bakugou muttered something under his breath but stood up anyway.
We ended up in an empty classroom.
Aizawa closed the door gently behind us and walked to the front of the room. He didn't sit. He didn't lean.
He just observed.
"Last night was a breach," he said. "Minor. But deliberate."
Midoriya immediately had his notebook ready again.
Aizawa's eyes moved across each of us.
"I need precision. No exaggeration. No emotional coloring. Just facts."
Denki visibly swallowed.
Mina raised her hand slightly. "Even if the facts are… creepy?"
"Yes."
We all looked at each other.
Here we go.
"Time?" Aizawa asked.
"12:17 a.m.," I said immediately.
He nodded once.
"Entry method?"
"Rooftop descent," Kaito answered. "She approached from above, not ground level."
"Balance capability?" Aizawa asked.
"Perfect," I said. "She stood on the railing like it was flat ground."
Aizawa made a small note in his tablet.
"Behavioral demeanor?"
Everyone looked at me again.
I exhaled slowly.
"Manic," I said. "But controlled. Not chaotic. Intentional."
Aizawa's eyes sharpened slightly. "Explain."
"She wasn't surprised we were awake," I said. "She expected it. Or hoped for it."
"She was excited," Mina added quietly. "Ren said that."
Aizawa turned to me. "You sensed that directly?"
"Yes."
The room felt smaller suddenly.
"When your Sovereign Pulse connected," he continued, "what was the range of data received?"
I hesitated.
"It wasn't surface thoughts," I said. "It was structured. Like organized files. Rooftop routes. Surveillance blind spots. Patrol timing. League member records."
Aizawa went very still at that.
"League records?"
"Yes."
"Complete?"
"Not fully," I said. "But detailed enough to confirm internal documentation."
Midoriya looked up. "So she either has direct access or memorized the information."
Aizawa nodded slightly. "Or both."
Denki shifted nervously. "So she's not just… sneaking around for fun."
"No," Aizawa said calmly. "She is conducting reconnaissance."
That word hit harder than anything else.
Reconnaissance.
Mina crossed her arms. "On us?"
"On U.A.," Aizawa corrected. "You are simply part of the environment."
That should have been comforting.
It wasn't.
Aizawa finally looked directly at me.
"When she realized you could sense her," he said, "did her emotional state change?"
The Pulse gave a faint hum just thinking about it.
"Yes," I answered. "It sharpened."
"In what way?"
"Interest," I said. "Focused interest."
Bakugou scoffed quietly. "So you're her new favorite subject."
I didn't respond.
Aizawa stepped closer.
"Renny-Penny," he said evenly, "your Pulse is not just detection. It is interaction. The more you connect, the more she learns about you as well."
I felt my stomach drop.
"So I should stop?" I asked.
"No," Aizawa said immediately. "You should control it."
Silence.
He turned back to the group.
"She is escalating gradually. Testing response speed. Testing security awareness. Testing psychological reaction."
Midoriya nodded rapidly. "So if we become predictable, she loses stimulus."
"Correct," Aizawa said.
Mina perked up slightly. "So boring arc is real."
"For now," Aizawa replied.
Kirishima cracked his knuckles lightly. "And if she escalates past observation?"
Aizawa's expression didn't change.
"Then we respond proportionally."
The room felt heavy again.
He looked at each of us one more time.
"No solo movements. No emotional reactions at windows. No chasing rooftops."
Bakugou looked mildly offended at that one.
"And you," Aizawa said, eyes landing on me again, "are to document every fluctuation in your Pulse. Time. Intensity. Direction."
"Yes, sir."
He gave one final nod.
"This is no longer a curiosity case."
The pause after that felt deliberate.
"It is a developing threat assessment."
As we left the classroom, the cafeteria noise felt louder than before.
Normal.
Too normal.
Denki walked beside me. "So… developing threat assessment sounds bad, right?"
"Yeah," I said quietly.
The Pulse gave the smallest hum in my chest.
Not close.
Not near.
Just… thinking.
And for some reason, that felt worse.