MHA: Dark Matter

Looking at the gigantic main building of U.A., I couldn't help but marvel at its size and the amount of money being poured into all of this. Today was my first day as a student within the walls of this academy. Walking toward the main entrance, I scanned the crowd of schoolchildren and recalled publicly available information about the organization of U.A.

U.A. holds first place among higher education institutions for heroes and is considered the best hero academy in the world. Students are divided into specific departments and classes: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, and K. Classes A and B belong to the hero course, the most popular of all. Izuku had gotten into Class A, judging by the letter he received. Though, given what he showed during the exam and the points he earned, that wasn't surprising.

But I laughed until my stomach hurt at Bakugo's seething rage and his desire to blow Izuku up. Based on the number of villain points, Katsuki had taken first place, according to the projected score table sent by the academy's device. However, there was a hidden twist in the competition in the form of rescue points. When you added the villain points and the rescue points together, Izuku took first place.

It was a shame I couldn't take a photo of Katsuki's face when he found out. But from what Inko said, his angry scream was heard by the whole street. Given his personality, they should have been used to it by now.

Next, we have classes C, D, and E, which belong to the general studies department. Most students who enroll here plan to go to college or university. This is also where the failures who couldn't get into the hero course end up. However, they may have the opportunity to transfer later. The business management department consists of classes I, J, and K. The curriculum in this department focuses on all aspects of hero business, from creating and managing hero agencies to hero management. Venture capitalism is even taught here.

As my acquaintance, the African arms dealer who managed to talk his way out of trouble with the police, used to joke, this is the "Jewish department." To understand the joke, I had to do some digging on the internet. And finally, my department, the support department. It consists of classes F, G, and H. Mei and I were placed in Class F. Students in this department learn to develop support equipment for heroes.

It was very interesting to look at the projects of the other candidates during the entrance exam. For this, the academy had set aside a room belonging to our department, where students usually test their creations, as the hero Power Loader, a short, thin man with long red hair and dull blue eyes visible through the slits in his helmet, who was the head of the admissions committee at the time, informed us.

My project was well received by the committee, but Hatsume's exoskeleton attracted the most attention. Power Loader praised it before tearing it apart, criticizing the placement of the power system and the not quite correct center of mass of the exoskeleton. In short, Mei hadn't even been accepted yet, and they had already started teaching her. I wished him good luck and strong nerves, because I would eat my shoe if she didn't blow something up in the first month.

With such positive thoughts, I finally navigated this damn labyrinth of U.A. corridors and made it to my classroom. I opened the door.

"Hi, Ken."

Who else? Hatsume was cheerfully waving at me from the desk closest to the window. I scanned the room as I walked over to her. It was too early to say anything about the other students, but in terms of enthusiasm and energy, Mei was unquestionably in first place.

"Hi, Mei. If you haven't blown anything up before our homeroom teacher arrives, we can consider that a good sign."

She pouted at that.

"Hey, are you always going to bring that up? That was ages ago!"

"My memories of that explosion are still as vivid as ever!"

The sound of the door opening interrupted our playful argument. A man walked in.

"Hello, Class 1F. I think you remember me from the entrance exam. My name is Higari Maijima, also known as the earthworks hero, Power Loader. Starting today, I am your homeroom teacher."

- - -

I raced across the rooftops, dressed as Ticci Micc, heading to the meeting place with the client. I was thinking about the day's events.

After his opening speech, Power Loader read us the safety rules and gave us a tour of our future workstations. I had the feeling that if I took my eyes off Hatsume, she would get lost somewhere in the vast spaces of our department and start building her "babies." Her burning gaze even scared off a few students. After the tour, we were dismissed.

On the way home, I received a message from Giran about a client who wanted to meet me. He vouched for the client's reliability and said that "he has information that might interest you, Ken kun." So I was now heading to the meeting place.

I had reduced the number of my outings as Ticci Micc because of my studies, but refusing jobs from people vouched for by Giran was risky. He knew what interested me, and I trusted him a little. And in the underworld, trust is valuable, though no less dangerous. Still, his relationship with the newly formed "League of Villains" worried me. And judging by their active search for strong villains, something big was being planned for the future. It interested me greatly.

I stopped near an unremarkable building and approached the designated entrance. I walked down the stairs and opened a wooden door. A darkened room with a bar counter and tables along the walls was revealed to me. Despite the pleasing design, I looked seriously at the two strangers.

One of them was made of dark mist, with yellow eyes and elegant clothes standing out against it. He stood behind the bar counter. The other man, with blue gray hair and a hand on his face, was dressed in a black sweater and black pants and sat at the bar counter.

When I appeared, the misty figure set down the glass he had been wiping.

"Hello, Ticci Micc. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kurogiri, and this young man is Tomura Shigaraki. We are the League of Villains. And although we have already received your previous answer, I wanted to ask if you have changed your mind?"

The misty figure asked politely, looking at me with polite interest. That was talent. Managing to convey such an expression without a normal face. I noticed the hand faced man staring at me. His red eyes had a slight trace of bloodlust.

"No, no, no. Thanks for the offer. To be honest, I'm not interested in joining your club of crazy hands. You have a cool bar and a nice atmosphere, but I'm used to back alleys and abandoned warehouses."

I refused jokingly, not taking my eyes off the man who had started scratching his neck.

"Then let's set that question aside for now. We have heard a lot about your infiltration and thievery skills. We would like to hire you to help with a certain matter involving U.A."

The misty silhouette continued in a polite voice.

"No. I try not to deal with hero agencies or academies."

I refused sharply.

"Afraid?"

The man with the blue gray hair spoke up. The slight murderous intent around him intensified.

"Yes, yes, yes. There are such strong heroes there. They could easily catch someone weak like me. And I don't want to go to prison, since I am still so young. So, if that's all you wanted to say, I'll be going."

I made a silly face and turned toward the exit.

"Even if we can offer you information about Haijima?"

Kurogiri asked, thereby stopping Shigaraki, who had been about to do something. At the mention of a familiar organization, I smiled involuntarily. The desire to kill those creatures overwhelmed me. I walked to the bar counter and lounged on a chair.

"So, what do you need help with? Something to steal, or someone to kill? What is your goal anyway?"

The hand faced man looked at me in surprise and answered with a hint of madness.

"Killing All Might."