My Hero Academia: The Assimilation

A Circular Focus

It was the final day of the school week and Aeon came an hour before classes started. He was incredibly curious about the message in the bathroom and what it meant. When he noticed that the message was backwards, he read it as: "Come tomorrow, no cameras." 

He entered the bathroom to see no one in sight. The message was the same as yesterday, and every stall door was shut. 

"I thought you'd come early," said a voice, as a stall door was smoothly pushed open. Aeon spun around to see Mr. Aizawa, with even messier hair than usual and missing his scarf around his neck. 

"Did you leave that message?" questioned Aeon. His question was answered with a short nod. 

"There aren't any cameras in here. I assume that Maels...the criminal and his group have hacked all the cameras, so we have to discuss the situation where they can't see us." 

"So, what do we do?" asked Aeon. Aizawa smirked, implying that he had a plan. 

"Since they want to sabotage the sports fe...event, we're going to make it a trap. When you give them the co...password, a group of pro heroes will be waiting for them." 

"How are you going to tell the heroes about the situation? They'll see you and kill you with the devices they put inside us!" countered Aeon. 

"I already thought about that. There is no possible way that they can know what I am telling the heroes if I tell them to remain calm and I also maintain a normal composure. It will look like I'm just telling them about class statistics or something mundane," reassured Aizawa. 

"That sounds like it would work! I guess all we have to do is not say any of the words and keep the secret until the sports event," said Aeon. 

"Under no circumstances can you tell anyone in the class about this," warned Aizawa. "Especially Ashido." 

Aeon turned a slight pink at the mention of her name. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, and patted Aeon on the back lightly. "Don't worry, everyone already knows." 

After the school day was over, Aeon took his bike home. He spent the ride thinking about how he would keep the whole situation to himself until the festival. The sports festivals are usually near the middle of the first semester, so it would be a while until he could finally talk to anyone besides his teacher about what had happened. 

"Hi, Aeon, how was your day?" asked his mother as he parked his bike in the garage. 

"It was good," he said, sensing an itch on his arm. He tugged back his sleeve and scratched the area where Ben and his group had inserted the explosive. His face fell as he noticed his mother's eyes widen to their limit. 

"Aeon, HOW DID YOU GET STITCHES!?" she shrieked, causing the family cat to dash into the house for dear life. 

"It's just a battle injury, it's fine!" he lied, faking a smile. 

"Be careful, son! I can't have your entire body crumbling down at week one," Nozomi sighed, pacing back and forth in the garage. 

"Mom, it's fine, really! When the stitches come off, there's a nurse that can heal it at school. Kids get far worse injuries during fights," Aeon attempted to reassure. 

"That doesn't help your case, Aeon," she grumbled. She also didn't want to discourage Aeon after one week, as she assumed his quirk would improve after weeks of learning at U.A, lessening the amount of injuries. She waved him away affectionally without another word. 

A few minutes after Aeon took position at his computer, a knock could he heard from the front door. Being overly paranoid ever since the incident, he tip-toed toward the door and peered through the door peephole. Ever since Aeon's father had passed, he and his mother had to move to a less safe neighborhood. There were lots more villains in that side of Musutafu.