They assigned it without clearing it with Aizawa first.
Nezu called it "controlled independence training" — a solo field op in an urban simulation district outside Tokyo. Two nights, minimal comms, full agency.
You were briefed, packed, and cleared for departure before Aizawa even found out.
He showed up at the gates as you were climbing into the black transport van.
"The hell are you doing?" he snapped, scarf around his shoulders, sleep still in his eyes.
"Provisional license. They're letting us work real op recon now."
"Without me?"
"I can handle it."
His voice dropped low. "That's not the point."
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You stepped close. "You trust me?"
"With my life."
"Then let me earn theirs."
You kissed him quickly, quietly, hidden by the van door.
He didn't speak as you left.
But his fingers gripped the door frame so tight, his knuckles went white.
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It was supposed to be routine.
The abandoned district was a controlled zone. Simulated villain contact. Obstacle clears. Communication management.
What they didn't anticipate—
Was that someone was watching.
Not UA staff.
Someone else.
And on your second night, when your sensors started going offline, and you heard footsteps that didn't match your AI ops guide, and the air around you suddenly chilled like static—
You realized:
You weren't alone.
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You fought hard. Smart. Like Aizawa taught you.
But you were still outnumbered.
You activated your distress beacon seconds before the tranq dart hit your thigh.
Darkness.
Then—
Nothing.
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