Kazama's eyes snapped open at 4:27 a.m., three minutes before the alarm. The room was dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of his phone screen on the nightstand. He lay still for a few seconds.
He rose, feet touching the cool floorboards. Bathroom routine first: splash of cold water to jolt the brain awake, toothbrush.
He dressed in his training gear: black long-sleeve compression top, dark joggers, lightweight running shoes. Quietly, he slipped out the front door. The neighborhood slept under a pale pre-dawn sky as he started his jog.
After completing his jog he wasn't done. He moved to the backyard to train for a bit longer. He practiced his energy compression, molding the Aether into tight, vibrating spheres before letting them dissipate slowly. He needed his output to be instantaneous. If he was going to face what was coming, he couldn't afford even a millisecond of lag. Only after he felt the right amount of fatigue did he head back inside.
He then headed for a warm shower to relieve his fatigued muscles and, got dressed in his u.a uniform.
He headed downstairs for breakfast, at the dining table sat his father eating his breakfast.
"Goodmorning son" he said
"Goodmorning dad" "and goodmorning mom" i replied turning to her.
They ate together, conversation light.
He left with a quick hug, backpack slung over one shoulder. The walk to the station was brisk. Hiroki and Daichi waited on the platform.
The train was crowded with commuters, but the three of them managed to snag a spot near the doors. While sitting in the train, Takeru looked at his friends and then leaned his head back against the glass.
"I'm gonna shut my eyes for a bit until we reach the platform," he told them quietly.
Hiroki nodded. "Go for it, man. We'll wake you up."
Takeru let his eyes drift shut, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. Behind his eyelids, the world felt much larger and much more dangerous. He had a lot on his mind. He was living his best life; he had good friends, a loving family, and a body that functioned perfectly. He wasn't plagued by the mental illnesses or the crushing traumas that seemed to follow so many other "main characters." He was happy.
But that wholeness felt fragile. He knew exactly what was coming: the USJ—the Unforeseen Simulation Joint—and the villain attack that would shatter the school's illusion of safety. While he knew that he could take care of any ordinary villain that came through those portals, he also knew his current strength wasn't enough to beat the top-tier ones. He thought of the Nomu—that bio-engineered nightmare designed to kill the Symbol of Peace. He thought of Gigantomachia, a force of nature in human skin. They were in a league of their own, existing on a plane occupied only by titans like All Might and All For One.
He knew what was coming, but he couldn't do anything about it except increase his own strength. It was a cold, hard truth he had carried since childhood. He had never skipped a day of training, never taken a shortcut, because he understood the fundamental law of his life: the more he loved, the more he had to lose. To protect them, and the people he would one day serve as a hero, he had to become a monster in his own right.
There was also the burden of the secret itself. He knew that the moment he told anyone about it, directly or indirectly, he would become a target of suspicion. If he predicted the attack too accurately, the faculty wouldn't see a prophet; they would see a spy. Specifically, that rat, dog, or bear—Principal Nezu.
The Principal was a genius with a mind that could untangle the most complex webs of deception. If Takeru showed his hand, Nezu would start looking at him like he was the traitor, the mole inside the walls. Takeru truly didn't want that kind of life—a life of interrogation rooms and narrowed eyes. He had to play the long game.
The train hissed as it pulled into the station. Hiroki nudged his shoulder, and Takeru opened his eyes. They reached the platform and soon arrived at the school, walking through the massive gates of U.A.
The morning classes went by in a blur of academic lectures. Eventually, the time came for the homeroom period. Aizawa-sensei stood at the front, his yellow sleeping bag leaning against the wall.
"For today's homeroom," Aizawa began, his voice a gravelly monotone, "we need to decide on a class representative."
The room immediately exploded into a frenzy of ambition.
"I want to be the rep! Pick me!" Kirishima Eijiro shouted, his hand shooting up.
"In my humble opinion, the position should go to someone with style!" Aoyama Yuga sparkled, striking a pose.
"I'd like to do it! I'll make the class fun!" Ashido Mina cheered.
"SILENCE! QUIET DOWN!" Iida Tenya roared, standing up and chopping his arms. "This is a position of supreme importance! A leader must be the pillar of the class! We must hold a vote to ensure the most capable person is chosen!"
"But everyone's just gonna vote for themselves, kero," Tsuyu pointed out bluntly.
"That's exactly why we should hold a vote!" Iida insisted. "Whoever gets the most votes will be the one we truly believe in! Isn't that right, Sensei?"
Aizawa, who was already halfway into his sleeping bag on the floor, let out a muffled grunt. "I don't care, as long as you decide before the bell."
The ballots were passed out in a flurry of whispers. Takeru took his slip of paper and stared at it for a moment. He hadn't planned on being a leader in the social sense, but he knew he needed the authority. He needed the class to listen to him when the villains arrived.
When the results were finally written on the chalkboard, the class went silent.
Kazama Takeru: 6
Yaoyorozu Momo: 3
Aizawa scratched his stubble. "Kazama, president. Yaoyorozu, vice. Don't make me regret it. Moving on."
Cheers erupted. Kirishima slapped Kazama's back. "Manly! Class prez!"
Uraraka beamed. "You'll be awesome, Kazama-kun!"
Yaoyorozu approached, bowing slightly. "I look forward to collaborating, President Kazama. We should meet after lunch to discuss duty rosters, event coordination, and quirk training logs for class improvement."
"Agreed, Yaoyorozu-san," Kazama replied. "Let's keep 1-A at the top."
Later that day, the students were in the cafeteria buzzing, when a loud, and high-pitched siren began to blare throughout the entire building.
LEVEL 3 SECURITY BREACH. LEVEL 3 SECURITY BREACH.
Panic erupted instantly. Students scrambled over tables, lunches were forgotten, and a mass of bodies surged toward the exits. It was a stampede in the making.
Takeru didn't run. Instead, he channeled energy into his legs and core. A brilliant, glowing blue aura erupted around him, and he calmly floated up into the air. He rose above the sea of panicked faces, hovering.
From his vantage point, he looked through the high windows toward the school gates. He wanted to make sure it is the same incident as he remembers and not something else. He saw the truth immediately. A massive, swarming crowd of journalists and photographers were pressing against the barrier.
"Everyone, calm down!" Takeru's voice rang out, cutting through the crowd.
He moved his hands with deliberate precision, creating a shimmering, translucent barrier of glowing blue energy that blocked the exit path. The sudden wall of light forced the students to stop and look up.
"Look outside," he commanded, pointing toward the gate. "They are just journalists that invaded the school. There is no villain. There is no need to panic."
The students stopped and looked. Seeing the cameras and microphones, the realization hit them like a cold wave, and the panic subsided instantly. Takeru watched them for a moment more, ensuring the order held, before slowly descending back to the floor.
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Iida shouted, "Follow President Kazama's instructions! Maintain order!"
Yaoyorozu quickly created small megaphones, distributing them. "Use these to relay calm directions!"
After school, Hiroki and Daichi met him at the gates.
Train ride home was quiet. Kazama stared out the window, replaying the day
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That night, after dinner, he trained until his body screamed. Larger barriers. Faster absorption-conversion cycles. Stronger pulses.
In bed, staring at the ceiling, one certainty anchored him:
USJ.
He will do his best to protect them.
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A/N:
Hello readers, i know the updates are taking long but I can't do anything about it.
I'm swarmed at work and at home.
There isn't much time to think about the story, still I will write chapters like this with time and when the situation allows.