Heroes Gamble: A BNHA Story

Chapter One: Captured

The harsh fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flickered weakly, casting a sterile glow over the cold, metallic table. It smelled of disinfectant and sweat, the room saturated with a tension that neither man acknowledged but both felt. On one side sat a young man—known to most as Jester—his wrists shackled in heavy iron chains that rattled faintly with every subtle movement. His posture was relaxed, leaning back in his chair with an air of indifference as if he were simply passing time in a doctor's waiting room.

His silver hair swayed slightly despite the still air, always in motion as if the very wind responded to his presence. His eyes, one electric blue, the other white with a scar running over it, stared lazily at the table, tracing the dull reflections in the polished surface. His entire being radiated calm, the kind that was unsettling to anyone who knew him.

Across from him, Detective Osakabe paced. His heavy footfalls were the only sound in the room aside from the faint buzzing of the lights. He had been hunting this bastard for years—Jester, the elusive mercenary who left nothing but destruction in his wake. Countless gangs had hired him, each transaction signed in blood. Every trail led back to him, and every time Osakabe got close, the storm would vanish without a trace. Until now.

Osakabe slammed a thick file onto the table, breaking the silence. Paper rustled as the stack of reports spilled across the surface. The young man didn't flinch, didn't even raise an eyebrow. He just sat there, unmoved by the detective's show of force.

"Jester." Osakabe spat the name with contempt, circling the table like a predator. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He stopped, placing his hands on the back of the chair in front of Jester, leaning in close. "Six years. Six long years of chasing a ghost. You made quite the name for yourself, didn't you?"

The mercenary remained silent; his gaze still lazily fixed on the table.

Osakabe straightened, his eyes narrowing. "Property destruction in three districts. Assault on multiple pro heroes. Involvement in illegal quirk enhancements—hiring out to crime lords, trafficking weapons." He paused for effect. "Murder." He leaned closer again. "Six people dead. Their blood is on your hands Jester."

Jester's lips barely twitched. It wasn't a smile, more like the shadow of one, but it was there for a brief second before vanishing again. His eyes were still vacant, bored even. Osakabe's grip tightened on the chair, his knuckles going white.

"You think this is a joke, don't you?" Osakabe snapped, his voice sharp, barely reined in. "You've ruined lives, destroyed families, and for what? Money? Power? You're a thug. A lowlife who crawled out of the gutter to play mercenary."

Still nothing.

The detective's patience was wearing thin, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "We've got enough to put you away for life. You're not walking out of here again. You know that, right? No more running. No more hiding."

Jester blinked slowly, his fingers tapping the armrest of his chair rhythmically. His breathing was calm, unnervingly steady. Osakabe's tirade washed over him like the wind over a stone, not leaving so much as a scratch.

Fed up, Osakabe slammed his fists onto the table. The sound echoed through the small room like a gunshot. "Say something, damn it!"

The rattling chains finally stilled. Jester's eyes flicked up, meeting Osakabe's for the first time. His electric blue and scarred white gaze cut through the detective like a cold gust of wind. His expression remained passive, but there was a flicker of something deep in those eyes—weariness, perhaps.

"Are you done?" Jester asked, his voice low, indifferent. "Because if you're finished, just take me to jail already. I'm tired."

Osakabe's jaw clenched, anger flashing across his features. "Don't worry," he growled, "that's exactly where you're going. You won't be seeing the outside of a cell for the rest of your life."

Jester shrugged, the chains clinking softly as he leaned back again. "Good. Sounds peaceful."

Osakabe stared at him in disbelief. After everything he had said, after listing the man's crimes—after all the blood, the destruction—this was the response he got? He ran a hand through his graying hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. He wanted to break him, to see the man's calm shatter under the weight of his guilt, but it wasn't working. Nothing got to him. Jester was a storm contained in human form—silent, lethal, and untouchable.

A knock on the observation room's glass broke the tense silence. Osakabe turned sharply, glaring at the window. The glass suddenly became clear and the figure behind it gestured for him to step outside.

With a scowl, Osakabe moved toward the door, glancing back over his shoulder at Jester. The mercenary hadn't moved. He didn't care. He never did.

Outside the room, Osakabe was met with Tsukauchi's serious gaze. The two detectives exchanged a few hushed words, their conversation muffled through the door. From inside, Jester could make out fragments—something about "out of jurisdiction" and "a special request."

Then came Osakabe's voice, louder now, laced with anger. "You can't be serious Tsukauchi!"

More muffled conversation. Osakabe's fists clenched at his sides, his body shaking with fury. Finally, he stormed back into the interrogation room, his face red with frustration.

"You're a lucky bastard," Osakabe seethed. "You think this is over, Jester, but you're dead wrong."

Before Jester could respond, the door opened again. This time, two new figures stepped in— one he recognized right away, they had a few fights in the past, Eraser Head, walked in first. Dressed in his signature black outfit, complete with a scarf that doubled as a weapon, he looked every bit the part of a seasoned hero. His unkempt hair and tired eyes gave him a laid-back appearance, and following behind him was a mouse? Bear? Dog? The small, furry creature exuded an air of authority and intelligence. He had a keen, perceptive gaze that seemed to see right through Jester. The moment he entered the atmosphere of the room shifted, despite his fluffy body looking out of place in the cold sterile room. Eraser Head, as stoic as ever, stood to the side allowing the small creature to have a seat on the chair across from Jester. His head barely reaching the height of the table.

Jester's eyes flicked between them, his calm demeanour finally showing the faintest hint of interest. His lips curled into a lazy smirk.

"Guess I've got an audience now," he muttered under his breath. "How's the shoulder Red-Eyes?"

Aizawa's gaze turned serious a moment, recounting their last encounter and how it ended with him having a one-month stay in the hospital. "Doing fine now. I meant to say thank you, got me out of marking my student's work for a month."

For the first time since being locked in the interrogation room, a cheeky smile broke through Jester's calm demeanor. A soft chuckle echoed throughout the enclosed space. "Good to hear good to hear. They should be second-years now, right? Or did you expel them all like the last batch?"

The furry creature made his presence known with a chuckle of his own. "You'd be surprised Mr. Jester; Shota actually passed the whole class! I may have persuaded him, but they moved on regardless! Hahaha!"

"Whipped by a furry," Jester said aloud, laughing a little harder now, Nezu joined him in enjoying Aizawa's torment.

As the laughter died down, the atmosphere turned serious once more. "If you don't know who I am Mr. Jester, my name is Nezu and I'm the principal of UA High. And I've come to talk to you about an opportunity."

Hello hello! This is a rewrite of a story I posted a while back to those who read it you'll find it to really different. It's much more well thought out and I am proud of what I've written. Let me know how you guys like it!

It also has a new name! Instead of "A storm is brewing" I've changed it to "Heroes Gamble".

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