Shattered minds (My hero academia)

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Aizawa leaned against his desk, his dark tired eyes scanning over the roster of Class 1-A. The upcoming summer camp loomed over them, and despite the necessary preparations, a nagging concern gnawed at the back of his mind.

His eyes scanned the papers in his hand, again and again, mind never registering the words as he couldn't get himself to focus. Akatani had been plaguing his thoughts for a while now.

The kid had potential, enough to warrant keeping an eye on him. Aizawa sighed, his fingers running absentmindedly over the capture weapon wrapped around his neck.

The recent home visit had left him with unsettling vibes about Akatani's situation. The glimpses into the boy's life had been brief, but he had picked up on an undercurrent of unease. It was enough to get him on edge too. His instincts haven't failed him yet, and so Aizawa couldn't very well ignore them now.

As thoughts of the impending summer camp filled his mind, Aizawa's concern deepened. Akatani wouldn't be joining them, still officially being part of the general education course. The memory of the kid's nightmare during the weekend stayover added weight to his worry. He rubbed his throat instinctively at the reminder, betraying his own discomfort.

Classes would be out for the summer, and the hero course students would be honing their skills in the mountains. But for Akatani, it meant solitude, and Aizawa couldn't shake the feeling that the kid was grappling with more than just academics.

With a resolute nod to himself, Aizawa made a silent decision. He'd check on Akatani once they were back from the summer camp. The boy might not be part of the hero course yet, but he was under Aizawa's watchful eye, and the least he could do was ensure he was okay.

Summer camp preparations continued around him, but Aizawa's thoughts lingered on the student he couldn't bring along.

The responsibility of a teacher extended beyond just the classroom, and Aizawa was determined not to let anyone slip through the cracks, especially not someone who seemed to be facing more troubles than the eye could see.

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The dimly lit room hummed with the soft whir of monitors as Axel meticulously decrypted the files Arctic had handed in. Rows of executives, clad in military attire, were seated around a long, polished table, illuminated only by the blue hue emanating from the monitor ahead of them.

General Dragon, sat at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on Axel as he worked, his gaze cold and unnerving.

The atmosphere was tense, the weight of impending revelations hanging heavily in the air. Axel's fingers danced across the keyboard, his eyes focused on the holographic screens that displayed the decrypted information.

Each line of code unveiled a dark narrative of human experimentation, betrayal, and the all-too-familiar transformation of individuals into mindless weapons.

After what felt like an eternity, Axel straightened up, grim severity etched onto his features. He gathered the decrypted files into a sleek black tablet and moved to the opposite end of the room, facing everyone, eyes roaming until they landed on his superior.

"General," Axel began, his voice steady, "we've successfully retrieved and decrypted the files from the League of Villains' laboratory. Our target was found there, just as we suspected." He let that sink in before continuing. "He has not only joined the League but has also been actively working on replicating Project AW."

A murmur of disbelief rumbled through the room as the executives exchanged uneasy glances. General Dragon's steely gaze remained fixed on Axel, urging him to continue.