(Third Person POV)

  A green-haired boy was seen standing amid the freezing snow. He flicks his head back and forth, looking around before resting his gaze on the footprints on the ground. 'This might be Alf's footprint,' he thought. There were two directions littered with wood branches and footprints. 'Is he heading this way?' he asks, in his mind. After some time, he collects his thoughts and picks the direction to the right. Even though he's quite freezing, his eyes are determined to find Alf.

  One long walk ter, he stumbles upon an abandoned town. It seems habituated, but the atmosphere felt like it was deserted in a hurry. He entered a house with the door left open and the walls decaying. Almost all the furniture was covered with moss.

  There were signs of cw marks on the ceiling, bullet casings on the floor, and two dead men with pools of blood oozing from them. Those happened in the kitchen right few front of him. He can see a handgun held by the man on the right, donned in a bloodied bck coat and bck trousers, along with the same-colored mask. He leaves the world with half of his head and his nape mauled. The other man with the same clothes died more gruesomely, as he was leaned back to the sink full of water, with his abdomen ripped.

  Deku was startled; he wasn't ready for this. While he'll likely fight a superpower vilin on his own, he cannot begin to comprehend what terror the two men encounter. He steps forward, keeping himself in one piece while checking what's left of them. 'Not much, ' he thinks. None was left for him to check. He goes back to the front door and takes a right to the stairwell, the second floor. He was greeted with a rge bedroom. Vase, couches, a scent of blood on the windows, and a bunch of provisions id on a coffee table.

  'Did he go here?' He thought. Unbeknownst to him, six men carrying weapons are walking towards the town. They then scatter around pces, ransacking houses and buildings, searching for food. It's their turn for the week to look for supplies, as they hadn't been sent out so long ago. And like the bodies in the kitchen, they wore the same outfit, albeit with little alterations.

  One of them, carrying a Backpack and a Cleaver, opens the door slowly and carefully, peeping into the house. He moves his gaze left and right, trying to spot a threat. Once he deems the house safe, he pushes the door and waltzes in. As soon as he sees the grim scene, he walks past them to check the refrigerator. He finds apple juice in a carton box, bottled water, and a hardtack.

  "Kyle's dead and Gus' cwed. I thought that Sickler was in the hangar. You both pissed him off, didn't ya?"

  Upon hearing the man's voice, Deku starts getting tense. He knew the guy would come up the stairs soon, he needed to hide. So, he rapidly looks around the room, trying to find a good spot. Behind the door? No, the guy might sm the door. Under the bed? He might shine a light there. In the cabinet? He'll most likely be found and killed on sight. Where else? There isn't much choice for Deku to hide in.

  'Where should I hide??'

  For a brief second, he panicked, forgetting the basic things he had missed to observe. Then, after gazing at the window, he slithered towards it and slowly nudged it open. He peeked down below and saw nothing but snow to nd on. He knows that if he fell out of the window, the man would hear him.

  And so, only one idea came to his mind.

  As the rustling wind whirls into the bedroom, the door is smmed against the wall. He'd thought he heard someone in the bedroom. The open window is a clue. He gazes down at the ground from the window, only to find footprints of himself and the two dead men. He then proceeds to check every single thing inside the room, such as drawers, cabinets, and underneath the bed.

  He found nothing, of course.

  He puts down his backpack and starts packing. Foods, clothes, and even miscelneous items like a pendant and a lighter. Then, he realized something was wrong. He noticed the window was left open, the cold winter of the pnet scratches his neck, passing by nonchantly.

  'Someone else was here before me!'

  The items down in the kitchen hadn't yet been touched, and the bodies of his friends were all still in their previous death poses if his assumption is correct. That left the unexpected survivor somewhere in this house. He readied his Cleaver and extended his hand at the cabinets. He'll check there first before peeking under the bed, that's what he thinks. The hard rustling noise of the snow alerts him, causing him to rush to the window, where he finds a terrified teenager in a blue tracksuit running away from the house. Just below the window is a pair of footprints burying itself deep into the snow.

  'Did he jump down from here? Why, though?'

  If the kid had hidden in one of the three possible spots on the second floor and ambushed him, the kid would've succeeded and would have had the man captive. But for whatever reason, he didn't. After the apocalypse, everyone's responses would either be flight or fight whenever they sense danger, cranked to a higher and more absurd level. Most of the people the man had met had been greeting him with neutrality or, much worse, with lead and blunt weapons. This kid does what the one percent people of Eden do: runs away like a coward.

  If he were being chased by a Sickler or stalked by a Hidden, that would make much more sense. Then, what other reasons caused him to sprint for dear life?

  Then he realised his purpose of being in the dome in the first pce.

  "Hey!!! Stop right there!"

  The man's shout was heard all over the town. A few of his buddies came outside to take a look at what happened, guns ready. They quickly discover a 150-centimeter boy with a respirator attached, going to the exit of the town. Each of them looks at the other before giving chase to the boy. After closing in considerably, one of them, holding an M1911, aims at the boy's leg, firing two consecutive shots. The bullets missed by a few inches. Lucky him.

  "Get the kid! He's gonna be a bargaining chip!"

  Hearing the order made Izuku's leg move faster than before. His analytical mind was in a panic state as he tried to make sense of why these people wanted to capture him. He gnced at his back to get a good look at his chasers. Two seconds is enough time to assess his situation because four people chasing him are adults, and one of them has a gun! Two more of them following from behind, not far back.

  'Are they with the vilins?! If so, this is bad!'

  These people are closing in on him with each step, slowly but surely. A minute ter, and he'll be captured by these criminals. They all seem to be quirkless. Good. He might be able to take down three or all of them if he chooses to fight, but that would be hard in the face of a hard-iron barrel.

  'What should I do?'

  Running out of options and time, he can see his fate in the future. Captured by the vilins. If that's the case, what will happen to him after that?

  In the midst of attempted murder by gunshots, Izuku saw a glimmer of hope in the form of a person inside what seemed to be a base a hundred meters from him. On the front of the base are two idle red turrets, guarding the base from any intruders. This looks like good news.The turrets might be the person's other quirks. It gives off the feeling of danger, and he can sense his body being shredded into cheese. With a bright face, he screams.

  "Alf!"

  The person, another boy wearing the same gym uniform as him, greets him back with a streak of emotion in a second. At first, he dispys a dumbfounded face, then a worrisome gaze as he sees the group of criminals behind Izuku, then a dreaded face the moment his eyes meet Izuku.

  'What's up with that face?'

  The boy across from him throws an empty wooden crate as hard as he can toward the green-haired student. It nds 15 meters in front of Deku. The boy's hands then move erratically, as if telling his cssmate to do something. It took him a good second to know what the gesture meant and dive right away without further questions. The criminals chasing him chuckled, unassuming the two turrets aimed at them.

  The results are...

  Three ser beams,

  *BSS! BSS! BSS!*

  Evaporating three grown men into red holograms before disappearing.

  "Holy s***!"

  The rest of the criminals halt just outside the turrets' detection range. As soon as they saw their friends gone, they took a few steps back and reconsidered their chase.

  "Back up back up!" The man closest to him warned, holding a green rake.

  "They're dead!?" Ask the 20-year-old man with a police baton.

  "Of f***ing course, Dumbledore." Swore the guy on the side of the second criminal.

  Izuku exhales a deep sigh, relieved that these people can't afflict harm to him without being turned to dust. Now, he just need to reach the base and regroup with Alf. As he's about to show his head to the gleaming red turrets, footsteps sounds from the direction of the base.

  Then all of a sudden, one bolt of arrow finds its way onto the man's head, his body falling to the ground alongside his rake. Why would anyone ever bring a rake when there are better options? Izuku asks himself that in his mind. Another arrow struck the second man on the temple while the st straggler turns around and quickly burst into a sprint. Unfortunately, the arrows fired by the boy they're told to kill are precise on targets. The green-haired teen is shocked. The gruesome view of the corpses disgusts him, and made him want to puke. His amazement towards this particur cssmate eases up the fear he has. If he has no quirks, Izuku would've mistaken him to be a great athlete at archery.

  "Thanks, Alf!"

  "No problemo. Now, take this. Strap it to your arm."

  Alf hands him a watch. It emits yellow neon light filled with a clock and a date.

  "What's this for?"

  "Just wear it. You'll get blown to pieces if you don't."

  Hearing the threat causes him to put the watch hurriedly to his right arm. Done with that, Alf invites him to follow the boy into the base. He then expined the reason why wearing the watch is a must. Apparently, the turrets which were aimed at the direction of the crate was actually aiming at the st known location of his forehead.

  "You were literally a millisecond away from death. Good to know the arrows caught your attention."

  "Yeah. But... Is it really necessary?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "You know, they're just criminals. They're not vilins. They're quirkless."

  "Oh... Well, let's just settle down for a moment."

  They soon arrived at the base, sitting above mattresses with bnkets wrapping around their bodies. Alf presents what he calls 'good snacks' when it's actually just two cans of beans and sodas. After opening one for himself, he starts delving into the important subject of morality.

  "You know, if someone attacked a person first, then the person has the right to defend his body and belongings."

  "But you don't need to... Murder them all."

  "They went on a chase to capture you. You saw their faces. Will a shot to the leg stop them?"

  "N-No."

  "Then, did you break any of their bones?"

  "Uhm..."

  A long sigh was heard from the blue-uniformed boy. He seems impatient, holding back his anger from releasing toward the innocent friend of his.

  "I know heroes cannot kill vilins, they capture them. But, we are not heroes yet, and these adults want us dead."

  A gaze was shot at the boy. A pitiful and demanding gaze.

  "Then, why don't you use your quirks to safely disable them?"

  The boy went silent. His hand scoops out a spoonful of beans, snucking it into his mouth afterwards.

  "That's rather complicated. But, what I want you to know is that... I can't use my quirks for now."

  "Huh?!"

  "Yes. Somehow."

  "But, how?"

  Izuku has never been so shocked till now. How come a smart and powerful student like him with great quirks unable to utilise his own power?

  "I don't know. That doesn't matter right now, there's a more urgent matter at hand."

  "What is it?"

  "How did you get here?"

  "That's obvious, right? I entered the downpour dome through its designated door."

  "I don't see any door."

  "What?! But you were close to one!"

  "Really? Oh. You mean when I was doing something near a green trash bin?"

  "Yeah. You were just several meters away from me and Kirishima."

  "It's an illusionary then. Once you enter this pce, you cannot leave."

  The bad news hit Izuku harder than Bakugou's beating. This is bad. How can they tell their teachers to save them?

  "Don't worry. I trust we won't be long on our stay here."

  "Really? How can you tell that?"

  Alf scoops out another spoonful of beans. He halts the spoon right before his mouth.

  "Let's just say, someone wants me to suffer for two weeks."

  *Nom nom nom*

  The night arrives with the freezing cold wind. The two soon finished with their snacks and went to sleep, covered in yers of fabrics to keep the heat in their body.

  (THC, The Detention Consute)

  "So, you forgot to toggle the world's awareness?"

  The Head Director of THC mutters.

  "Yes."

  Answered bluntly and idly by the Inventor.

  "And that makes his life easier because the MHA world sticks to its timeline strictly, even though minor alterations happened?"

  "Yes."

  Their eyes met, one with a scowl and the other with a straight Saitama looks. One sitting on a bck leather chair while the other standing still.

  "And that, in turn, caused his life to suffer less than the supposed dose?"

  "Well, yes. But, in my defense-"

  "Just continue as pnned."

  "Wait, you didn't even-"

  "You yapping once in a week is enough brain damage for my calcuting brain."

  "Well, you don't need to cut my-"

  "Security!"

  "Oh, come on!"

  The Director moves his right hand vertically with the forehand open wide. Without dey, the Inventor (Jide) was teleported out of the main building of THC. Then, he continues scrolling down pages of AO3, trying to find the part of shota fic he left off.

  A second ter, several taps of gss echoed throughout the vast office of the Director. Looking outside, he sees the same boy he dismissed just now, with a thumbs up and a smile of a troll.

  That day, the citizens of Ethereal, particurly those in District J & K, witnessed a striking rainbow beam coming out from one of the high floors of the THC's main building. They can already tell another mishap or shenanigans has occured and was most likely done by one of the executives, again.

  Nolff