[•𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪 ℍ𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤•] Hero or Villain: Who Am I?

17. Betrayal: Part I

(A/N:) I just wanna say that this chapter is gonna be hectic. There will be a mix up and all the pieces of this chapter will be happening at different timings, so it will probably be a little confusing. Sorry.

In the Headmaster's Office:

The Next day,

September 5th, 20XX:

Third Person POV:

Professor Nezu was beyond intrigued. (please don't attack me! I know Nezu isn't stupid) He hadn't slept a wink, but he wasn't even close to exhaustion. The curiosity that was burning inside was fueling him. He was certain that these numbers weren't dates, in fact, he had decided that ages ago. He felt stupid for thinking that. These numbers were beyond the 12 months of the year. "Maybe... Just maybe..." Could these numbers not be numbers at all? Could the be words disguised in code? Why the ' - ' (hyphen) though?

Nezu jumped off the books he was standing on- books he had made Cementos get him. "Speaking of Cementos, I should probably get him to reinforce the Rehab dorms." Picking up the book on number-related codes, he flipped through each page. But he knew that he would be lucky if the League had used a pre-made code. All he needed was a spark of inspiration. Or a sign of familiarity. He need-

"I need some tea!"

*****

Third Person POV:

Somewhere, miles away from UA, LOV attacks. Three men stood in the dark. The sun had set.

"Compressor!" said a gruff voice.

"It's Mr. Compress!" The man said, a little upset.

"Whatever. Well, get some hostages or something. I don't care." the raspy voice replied. He seemed to be annoyed.

'Mr. Compress sighed and walked into a dark alleyway, followed by his two companions. A young couple who had the misfortune of walking by were captured by Mr. Compress. They barely had time to register what happened, let alone scream.

*****

Nezu POV:

He had found out the meaning of the message. Or was in the process of deciphering anyway. 'SEPT FIFTH'? But that was today! And the last line of the message was 'O'CLOCK'. He was missing something in between. His pen scratched furiously on the paper as his eyes went back and forth from the pieces of paper scattered across his desk. And then he solved it.

"Oh no." He looked up at the clock just in time to see the minute hand move to 12. It was 7:00. Then it went- BOOM.

Nezu rushed out of his office, collecting the scattered papers. Accidentally, he dropped one.

SEPT FIFTH SEVEN O CLOCK was written on it.

*****

Third Person POV:

7:00 pm,

BOOM

"What's going on?

"Is that smoke? At the student dorms? Oh no, someone get to the students!" Aizawa shouted, distressed.

He saw flames licking away at the buildings.

Blue flames.

They had been betrayed.

Now, they were screwed.