Chapter 47

As the police swiftly took custody of the incapacitated villains, the chaotic scene began to shift into one of relative order.

Amidst the clamor and relief, I felt the unexpected sensation of Momo's arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace.

She was checking me over for injuries, her concern evident in her touch. It was a gesture of care that left me both touched and slightly amused, a reminder of the bond we shared.

The tide of students surged around me, a chorus of voices firing off questions like rapid-fire bullets.

Some inquiries reached my ears and received my responses, while others simply faded into the background. Bakugo's snide remarks tried to make their mark, but I was beyond the reach of his barbs. Let him grumble—I had more important things to focus on.

Momo broke through the crowd once again, her concern a beacon in the chaos. Her meticulous inspection of my well-being was almost comical, as if she expected me to suddenly sprout injuries like some sort of villainous chia pet.

I offered her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, a simple gesture to convey that I was indeed unscathed.

The cacophony around us was momentarily punctuated by Denki's exclamation, his jealousy palpable. I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction—it was a testament to the dynamic among our friends.

My sanctuary from the flurry of attention came in the form of a teacher who deftly intervened, rescuing me from the onslaught of student inquiries.

With a nod of gratitude, I followed their lead, my steps guided away from the maelstrom of curiosity.

I found myself standing before two imposing figures—All Might and Aizawa, a pairing that showcased the bridge between legends and pragmatism.

The principal, Nezu, articulated his intent with a seriousness that commanded attention. "Kai, I would appreciate it if you could join me in my office once we return to the school."

My curiosity piqued, I nodded in agreement. "Of course, Principal Nezu. I'll be there."

As we began to move toward the awaiting school bus, the students' chatter seemed to take on a new energy.

Some were recounting the events with wide-eyed amazement, while others speculated on the finer details of my battle.

I couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm—it was a stark reminder of the potential that lay within their hearts and the strength they could wield.

The journey back to the school was a marked contrast to our earlier exuberance. The bus seemed to carry an air of quiet reflection, a collective introspection that followed in the wake of the day's events.

Upon our return, I was promptly summoned to the Principal's office. Walking in, I found Nezu and All Might already present, Aizawa having departed with the other students.

All Might's weariness was evident; the fight had clearly taken its toll, even though he hadn't battled Nomu directly. He excused himself with a sense of urgency and left the room.

Nezu motioned for me to take a seat across from him. I obliged, settling into the chair and fixing my attention on him, ready for the conversation to unfold.

"Firstly, I want to express my gratitude for your assistance today," Nezu began earnestly. "Your actions played a crucial role in averting potential disaster."

I nodded, acknowledging his words and the gravity of the situation we had faced. The appreciation from someone of Nezu's stature felt both humbling and affirming.

Nezu shifted the tone, mentioning that in light of the situation, I could make a request within his power to honor. I considered the offer but replied, "I don't have a specific request at the moment, but I appreciate the gesture."

Nezu nodded, understanding my position. "Moving on," he continued, discussing the attention my actions might attract from other villains. It was a logical consequence of our world, where heroism often came with risks.

He then suggested the idea of assigning a guard for my safety. I understood the concern, but I believed in my own capabilities. "I think my abilities are sufficient to ensure my safety," I stated.

Nezu acknowledged my stance, agreeing to explore options for precautions. "You're dismissed for now," he said.

Exiting the room, I felt a sense of relief. The encounter had been a genuine conversation, devoid of judgment or undue scrutiny. The hallway bustled with students resuming their routines—a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield. Amidst it all, I found a moment of solitude, a space to process the events that had unfolded and to contemplate the path that lay ahead.

---

The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint glow of a laptop screen casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Amidst the obscurity, a silhouette moved with restless agitation, the sound of objects being tossed and overturned punctuating the air.

"I hate him...!!" The words erupted with frustration, reverberating in the confined space. Tomura's voice dripped with a volatile mixture of anger and exasperation.

He paced like a caged animal, his agitation tangible as he grappled with the fallout of his plans.

A chair met the floor with a resounding crash, the impact punctuating his outburst.

It was a visual representation of his internal turmoil—the chaos he sought to inflict upon others reflected back at him in the disorder of his surroundings.

His eyes glared at the laptop screen, its soft glow casting eerie light on his features. Kurogiri's hazy figure materialized on the screen, a spectral presence in the digital realm.

Tomura's frustration was palpable, his clenched fists and contorted expression revealing the depths of his disappointment.

"Why didn't Nomu work?!!" The accusation rang out, a desperate plea for answers in the face of his thwarted plans. The laptop screen remained a silent witness, its digital visage offering no solace.

Amidst the tension, the room seemed to close in, the walls closing ranks as if to stifle Tomura's rising fury.

His breath came in harsh gasps, his chest heaving with a temp of emotions.

"It isn't over, Kai" Tomura's voice trembled with a venomous determination. The name itself was a vessel for his anger, His gaze remained locked on the laptop, a phantom antagonist reflected in its screen.