This time I will protect them I won't be a coward

191

"You can't always expect a quirk to remain a constant variable. No matter what happens, they keep evolving."

The Pro Hero, Rock Lock, immediately sprang to his feet, anger flashing across his face as he barked, "Who's outside the door?"

The door creaked open softly, revealing Kaminari Denki dressed in a white turtleneck, a blue cloud-patterned cardigan, black pants, and matching boots. A black bucket hat adorned with little embroidered bees sat snugly on his head. His outfit was effortlessly striking.

Sir Nighteye was on his feet in an instant, his quirk buzzing wildly—something was off. The boy’s aura had shifted mere moments ago, and Nighteye could swear he had seen a flicker of red in those golden honey-colored eyes.

The golden-haired boy turned sharply toward Fatgum and, in a low voice, said, "Don't you ever brief your interns, Fatgum-san?"

The remark caught Fatgum off guard, his usual composure faltering under the weight of the unknown boy's presence.

Silence spread through the room as all eyes remained fixed on Denki.

Some watched him in shock, others in confusion—uncertainty tinged with suspicion. Bubble Girl was the first to blurt out, "How pretty—uh, I—" .

She quickly pulled her clipboard up to shield her face, her embarrassment palpable. But she wasn’t wrong. He was, undeniably, stunning.

Several Pro Heroes turned to Sir Nighteye, their voices edged with concern. "Who is this boy... and why is he covered in blood?"

Denki strode into the room without hesitation, unfazed by the scrutiny. He barely acknowledged their gazes as he reached Sir Nighteye’s desk and tossed a bundle of bills onto its surface.

Sir Nighteye’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How did you find those quirk booster transaction records so fast?"

His sidekick, Centipeder gasped, pointing at the papers. "Some of these are unauthorized—!" His voice wavered. "And they're covered in blood."

The room fell into a dead silence, every ear tuned in as the pretty boy spoke.

Denki chuckled softly. "The first day of my internship, when I was choked—"

Before he could finish, Kirishima, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Asui shot up from their seats, horror etched across their faces. "You were choked!?". They cried in unison.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes silently at his student, Kaminari, his expression unreadable, while Sir Nighteye cast an irritated glare at the UA first-years.

The sudden weight of his stare was enough to make them freeze, hastily muttering apologies as they sank back into their seats.

Unfazed, Denki continued as if nothing had happened. "—to death by a mentally unstable patient, right in one of the hidden corridors beyond the naked eye. I saw them doing some pretty shady business there."

He paused, his gaze scanning the room before he went on. "It piqued my interest. They used the psychiatric ward to keep people away, knowing that most would avoid passing through that department out of fear. So I did a little digging and came up with a theory..."

His voice dropped slightly, steady but weighted. "They were hiding the transaction bills in that secret room."