No witness,no prize

The sun peeked through half-open blinds as Jason stirred awake. His room smelled faintly of smoke and singed leather—leftovers from last night. He winced as he sat up, brushing a bruise on his rib.

The thugs hadn't gone quietly.

He'd taken down five—mutation types, fast and savage. One had venomous claws, another spit acid. If he hadn't used Infinite Form to change his shape mid-fight—elongating his arms, narrowing his frame—he'd be dead. Again, not that anyone knew how far his Quirk really went.

His phone buzzed.

[Momo]: You're late for school. And you didn't answer my calls.

[Momo]: I'm mad. Also, I brought coffee. So I'm slightly less mad.

Jason smirked and texted back:

[Jason]: I was too busy being the city's unofficial pest control. Be there in 15.

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Fifteen turned into thirty. When he finally arrived at the school gates, collar pulled high to hide a cut on his neck, Momo was waiting. Arms crossed. Brow arched.

"You look like garbage," she said.

"I prefer the term 'battle-worn rogue.' Sounds mysterious."

Momo narrowed her eyes. "I heard about a break-in at a storage facility downtown. Illegal tech seized. No suspects found. No witnesses."

Jason's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Weird how that works."

She stepped closer. "Jason… someone could've seen you. What if someone had?"

"Then I'd improvise," he said casually. "That's the whole point of shapeshifting, right?"

Momo hesitated. "I know there's more to your Quirk than you let on."

Jason's expression didn't change, but the temperature between them shifted. Just slightly.

"I know," he said. "But you won't tell."

She sighed. "Of course I won't. Just… be careful."

"I'm always careful."

"That's a lie."

"Yeah, but it sounds good."

They walked inside together. No one stopped them. No one asked questions. To the rest of the world, Jason Lax was just another student—a bit eccentric, a bit flashy, but harmless.

That's how he wanted it.

No medals. No witnesses. Just enough damage to keep the streets quiet.

For now.