When the Stars Align

Chapter 46: Vs. Hero Killer (Part 1)

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Slowly, as the fast train kept its steady pace, the calmer environment of Musutafu became lost to a sea of green and grey, the glare of tall office buildings replacing the dense agricultural landscape of U.A..

Located in the west of Tokyo, Hosu City looked every bit the bustling metropolis it was expertly designed to be, and then some. You tried not to appear too dazzled as you stared out of the trains window; you've never really had much of a chance or reason to venture this far into Japan outside the cover of night, and what a sight you were afforded to:

People moved in groups to and fro with heavy bags in hand, the occasional Pro could be seen engaging with crowds of fans or performing civic duties with personal flair, and all the humble shops you'd had the chance to go through in Musutafu paled in comparison to the large shopping district that seemed to embark the entire city. Hosu was a different beast entirely when it came to its surroundings, and it made sense now more than ever the constant need for Hero's or police to be on heavy surveillance when out on their runs.

And, while the night scene consisted largely of the same routine, it was different to see happy faces rather than the grim ones you often crossed, drunk to the nines and barely holding on.

The city probably smelled better, too, at this time of day.

When the train could be felt coming to a stop, the world no longer blurring together, you gently pick up your suitcase and bag from where it had been perched on the floor, head on a swivel. All the passengers on board began to do the same after a moment, and with everyone preoccupied over last minute items, you slip towards the crowd free doors in the back of the train car.

Hosu Station looked much the same when it came to foot traffic, however, you tried to keep an eye out for any familiar face, mind already swirling with lies you'd give as to why you were there.

'"Actually, I have a request..."'

As you looked around, you couldn't help but remember the fact that Nezu was taking a chance on you when it came to fulfilling your wishes, still no sight of dark blue entering your peripherals.

The request?

'"Assign me to whatever Pro Hero it is Tenya Iida files for in regards to the draft."'

There had been silence, a bit of hesitation that the Hero couldn't exactly hide when his tail swished awkwardly behind him, and a small sigh before he'd figuratively melted into his pillow.

You had been ready to fight for the chance to be heard out, confidence plummeting to your stomach at the display, but were quieted quickly when the Chimera bounced back, charisma restored as he said he would comply to your request, with little to no questions asked.

All Nezu had asked that you to do in return?

Act naturally. Arrive at your destination and stay for the allotted week. Do your self-assigned task and train when given the chance. No type of funny business allowed and, if things ever went south, you were to call your superiors for help, be they the ones at U.A. or the Commission. If all went well, you would be back at Aizawas by Sunday, with nothing more than a slap on the wrist for not heading to Kyushu like originally planned.

Simple enough, or so, it had felt like it in the moment when you had been hasty to agree. Now, though, when disembarking from the train?

You tried to keep your cool, hand fiddling with your skirt as you made to straighten it out, eyeing the station for any Pro that you might be staying with. It was stupid to feel nervous- you had been the one to ask for this- but as the seconds ticked on and neither Hero nor student entered your line of sight, you wondered if this was truly a good idea after all-