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Anan Kurose, also known as the Black Hole Hero: 13, was sitting at her desk in the U.A. staff room. She was scheduled to lead the new generation of heroes in their first-ever rescue training exercise—something she personally believed to be one of the most important skills a hero should have.

Rescue heroes are often misunderstood when it comes to their role in the grand scheme of hero society.

For some reason, the common misconception is that rescue heroes only appear during disasters and natural calamities. While that's partially true, people tend to overlook the fact that rescue heroes are actually among the most active professionals in the world of heroics.

Their duties aren't limited to responding to earthquakes or floods. They're also the first to respond when a villain and a hero clash in an urban area and the battle causes a building's wall to collapse. In such situations, the first ones on the scene are the rescue heroes. They're also the first called in after the dust settles from any hero-villain fight.

The only reason people don't realize how present and essential they are is because the spotlight always falls on the flashy fights—two people trading blows—rather than on the quiet hero who saves a trapped family of three from a burning building.

So yeah, there's not much love or respect for their kind of hero compared to the combat types. It sucks—but if you care more about helping people than being famous or rich, then this job is perfect for you.

If combat heroes count how many villains they've taken down, rescue heroes count how many people they've kept from dying. So yeah, in Anan's opinion, that's freaking fucking awesome.

She took another bite of her egg sandwich while staring at her computer, debating whether to teach Class 1-A or 1-B first at the USJ. A choice she was seriously dreading—because both classes sounded like a complete headache.

If she's being honest, she wasn't excited to meet this year's first-year hero course at all. Based on everything she'd heard so far, both classes had massive freaking issues—and Anan didn't have the patience to deal with problematic children.

Class 1-A, for starters, had the explosion boy who literally tried to blow up his classmates on day two, and Eraserhead acted like that was just a normal Tuesday. The kid didn't even get punished after that incident.

Then there was the pervert who tried to grope the female examinees during the practical exam—and somehow, Eraserhead pretended like that didn't even happen.

And don't get her started on the kid who broke his bones every time he used his Quirk—like that was normal. Like, boy, are you okay? Do you need therapy? Because that is not how you're supposed to treat your body. Especially when your Quirk boosts strength, not regeneration. If Eraserhead doesn't want to help him get his Quirk under control, he should at least tell the kid that chronic pain from old injuries is a thing. No way that kid's not going to suffer long-term damage with how busted his arms looked during the entrance exam. Honestly, Anan wouldn't be surprised if he had to retire before hitting 30 if he keeps that up.

Those three alone could turn a rescue training into an actual rescue mission if they don't behave.

And then there's Class 1-B...

They have Itami, and Anan really didn't want to deal with that kid—he's scary as fuck. If he can one-up people like All Might and Eraserhead, then what chance does someone like her have?

She shivered at the thought. And after the recent events—where the W.H.O. showed absolutely zero fucks and threw U.A. under the bus just to protect Itami—it was clear the boy had become untouchable within the school.

Which meant she needed to watch her every move around him.

Anan mentally slapped herself. She was being way too judgmental toward the boy, making it seem like Itami went around screwing with people just for fun. According to Vlad King, the boy actually knew how to behave himself and followed authority most of the time. And thinking about it… Itami didn't actually do anything to All Might. The two of them just challenged each other's ideas about Quirks and heroism. It just so happened that Itami was a hell of a lot slicker with his words than All Might.

Then there was the cafeteria incident yesterday—when Eraserhead ate a shoe.

Honestly? He had it coming.

The man was too comfortable with his own twisted logic, to the point it made everything else seem irrational. Like expelling an entire class? Like—are you having a stroke?! This is a school. We need students to teach. Emphasis on the word teach. Of course they don't have the potential to be heroes yet—they're kids. They don't know how to be heroes because we haven't taught them anything yet. At least give them a damn chance before you ruin their future.

So yeah, that shoe to the face? Extremely satisfying to watch.

Now the question was: who did she want to deal with first?

The lesson was already scheduled, with All Might as the guest teacher. All she needed now was to pick a class to fill the schedule. Maybe she'd just toss a coin and let fate decide which group got to experience the USJ first.

She took another bite of her sandwich while searching for a coin when the staff room door suddenly burst open, followed by the loud voices of two homeroom teachers arguing.

"Vlad King, you have to expel that kid," Eraserhead growled, seething with rage.

"You already did. And it didn't work, did it?" Vlad King snapped back, clearly annoyed. "By the way, thanks for not discussing the matter of expelling my student with me beforehand. You just went ahead and made that decision on your own."

Vlad gave Eraserhead a sharp look, clearly not happy with the breach of authority. Expelling Itami without so much as informing his homeroom teacher? That crossed a line.

Eraserhead growled louder. "Your student kicked me in the face! That's assault on a teacher—an action punishable by a black mark and expulsion here at U.A.!"

Vlad King simply shrugged, clearly dismissing Eraserhead's outrage.

"In my student's honest defense, Itami didn't know you were a teacher," he said calmly. "All he thought was—quote, unquote—'A hobo-looking guy just showed up out of nowhere and pinned his female classmate to the floor.' He got worried for Kendo's safety, seeing you on top of her, and reacted. He genuinely didn't know you were a teacher, Eraserhead. You don't exactly look the part. And maybe, just maybe, if you had bothered to attend the orientation and introduced yourself to the first years, this wouldn't have happened. So why are you so surprised that the students don't know who the hell you are?"

Anan, listening from her corner table while munching on her sandwich, mentally high-fived Vlad King for that answer.

Naturally, it only made Eraserhead more furious.

"Then kick him to General Ed! You're too soft on your students, Vlad. You let the kid get away with this crap!"

The blood-themed hero growled back and stepped into Eraserhead's personal space.

"Don't tell me how to handle my students, Eraserhead. I've never once told you to stop all your bullshit with your class. My student didn't start this mess—yours did. Remember Katsuki Bakugo? The same kid who almost murdered a classmate by unleashing a lethal concussive blast to his face—with the only assurance of safety being if Midoriya could dodge it in time. That same kid, who should've been expelled for such an action, got off scot-free because you brushed it off as 'immaturity.' He didn't even get detention.

"And why are you whining about getting kicked in the face? You were in the cafeteria, watching your kid start a fight with mine. You had every opportunity to stop it before it escalated. But you just sat there and let it play out."

Eraserhead gave Vlad a slight shove, clearly uncomfortable with how close he was. "It's illogical to me to babysit my students all the time. They should already know how to act properly as U.A. students."

Vlad King huffed in frustration. "Then stop complaining about the logical outcome of your own damn actions."

Having said his piece, Vlad King walked past Eraserhead, clearly not wanting to be in the same room as the Erasure Hero any longer.

"Instead of seething about my student—which we both know we can't do anything about since he's backed by higher authority—why don't you go study for your renewal license exam?" Vlad said without looking back. "It's due time to update your license registration. You're the only Pro Hero I know who hasn't done it since you became one. Everyone else here has done it at some point in their career."

He walked toward the staff room door, but not before giving a casual high five to Cementoss, who had just returned from his class and caught the tail end of the conversation.

Eraserhead stood silently in the middle of the room, still glaring at the door Vlad had exited through. His irritation hung thick in the air.

A voice broke the silence.

"Sho, just let it go," Midnight said softly. "The whole thing was handled poorly. Even Nezu only gave you a look and accepted your proposal to expel the kid because he had to. But we both know doing that would've put U.A. in a very awkward position."

She leaned against a desk, folding her arms. "I have a feeling the WHO is being easy on you by just forcing you to update your license registration. If you push this issue any further, you might lose more than just a couple days of hero work."

Eraserhead furrowed his brows, but Midnight's words helped him steady his breathing. She was right. There was nothing he could do. The brat wasn't his student, and U.A. couldn't just expel him without risking their standing with the WHO.

He let out a long breath. "Even so… the kid's abusing the authority behind him. We're walking on eggshells in our own turf. I told all of you that accepting him into this school was a mistake—and none of you listened. Now we're stuck with this problem."

This time, another voice joined in.

Snipe, still lying on the couch with his hat covering his face, let out a sigh. Apparently, he'd been awake for a while.

"Brother, I'll give you my two cents—just as a concerned friend. Don't let your anger cloud your judgment," he said, voice calm and low. "You're completely ignoring the fact that your brat started this. He tried to attack someone from behind using his Quirk. Vlad's kid just reacted accordingly."

He paused. "And let's be honest—the Itami brat's been pretty well-behaved until now. He had every valid reason to react the way he did. You're a great hero, Eraserhead. Don't let your temper ruin everything you've worked for."

Eraserhead stared at Snipe for a long moment before giving a short nod. Without another word, he left the staff room, leaving behind a heavy silence.

Anan, still sitting at her table, calmly finished her sandwich. She picked up the coin she'd been toying with, flicked it into the air, and caught it.

After a few flips, she gave a small nod and turned to the student list, filing the paperwork for tomorrow's USJ rescue training.

"I just hope there's no more trouble for a while."

Chapter 26