The Hero Commission's offer hung in the air like poison.
You were quiet for all of three seconds.
Then you stood up from your chair, pushed it back without looking at Aizawa, and said clearly:
"No."
The agent raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"I said no. I'm not yours to shape. I'm not a shadow you get to weaponize and discard."
"You're young. You don't understand—"
"Don't fucking condescend me," you snapped. "You think trauma makes me easier to mold? I bled for this title. For this school. For the man beside me. And if you think I'll trade that for some black-ops leash, you never deserved to oversee heroes in the first place."
The air stilled.
Even Aizawa looked at you like he'd never seen you before.
The agent finally sighed. "You'll regret this."
Aizawa rose behind you, slow and dark.
"No. You will."
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Nezu didn't punish you for the outburst.
Neither did the faculty.
They knew what the Commission was capable of. They also knew exactly what kind of girl you were now:
Not obedient. Not reckless. Not naïve.
Decisive.
And dangerous enough to scare the people meant to control you.
That changed your status forever.
You weren't "the girl Aizawa was sleeping with."
You were the future pro hero they couldn't break.
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