MHA: A King's Legacy (BNHA x AOT)

The towering skyscraper that housed Ryukyu's hero agency stood in stark contrast to the serene coastline it overlooked. The dragon-themed pro hero was known for her calm demeanor and leadership skills, and her interns reflected that.

Among them were Celeste, with her polished intellect and composed aura, and Mina Ashido, whose energetic personality brought an infectious enthusiasm to the group.

The day began with a debriefing in Ryukyu's office. The pro hero, in her human form, sat behind a large desk, her warm smile easing any tension in the room.

"Today's focus will be rescue scenarios," Ryukyu began, her voice calm but commanding. "As heroes, it's our duty to prioritize lives over everything else. Celeste, Mina, are you ready?"

Celeste adjusted her golden-rimmed glasses and nodded. "Of course, Ryukyu-sama."

Mina gave a playful salute. "You bet, boss lady!"

Ryukyu chuckled softly. "Good. Let's get started."

The first task was a simulated building collapse. The interns had to navigate a maze of rubble, locate "survivors" (represented by mannequins), and safely extract them.

Celeste's approach was methodical. Using her quirk, Absolute Reflection, she deflected falling debris with precision, creating safe pathways. Mina, in contrast, relied on her agility and Acid Quirk, dissolving obstacles in her way.

"Found one!" Mina shouted, dragging a mannequin out of the wreckage. "How about you, Celeste?"

"Two," Celeste replied coolly, guiding the mannequins to safety without a hair out of place.

Mina pouted playfully. "Show-off."

As they worked, Mina kept up a steady stream of chatter. "So, Celeste, what's Aiden been up to? I bet he's working on something insanely awesome right now."

Celeste's eye twitched slightly. "He's in San Fransokyo, pursuing an internship. And yes, Aiden is...talented."

"Talented?" Mina grinned mischievously. "That's all you've got to say? C'mon, Celeste, spill the tea! You're, like, his closest friend. Or maybe...something more?"

Celeste paused, her usual poise faltering for a brief moment. "Mina, we're here to train, not gossip."

Mina gasped dramatically. "So you do have feelings for him!"

Celeste turned sharply, her cheeks tinted the faintest pink. "Focus on your task, Ashido."

In the afternoon, Ryukyu assigned the interns to patrol the busy streets of the city. Mina was practically bouncing with excitement, waving at passersby and taking selfies with fans.

"Celeste, do you ever think about how cool it'd be if Aiden were here with us?" Mina asked, skipping alongside her.

Celeste sighed. "Ashido, Aiden has his own responsibilities. Besides, we're perfectly capable of handling this ourselves."

"But don't you miss him? He's so...regal, y'know? Like, he's this unhinged prince who's also ridiculously smart and powerful. Ugh, it's so unfair. How does one guy have all that?"

Celeste adjusted her glasses, her expression unreadable. "Aiden has always been...unique."

Mina clasped her hands dramatically. "If I had a guy like that, I'd never let him go. You're so lucky to be close to him, Celeste. Do you think he'd ever date someone like me?"

Celeste stopped walking, turning to face Mina. "Ashido, Aiden values sincerity and strength of character. If you're serious about pursuing him, then be yourself. That's what he would respect. But I suggest against going after a man spoken for."

Mina blinked, momentarily surprised by Celeste's serious tone. "Wow, that's...actually really sweet. Thanks, Celeste. You're like a big sister. A really stern big sister."

Celeste let out a soft sigh, her thoughts swirling. Big sister? If only it were that simple.

Later in the day, Ryukyu conducted a live-action rescue scenario at the agency's training grounds. The interns had to coordinate to save civilians trapped in a simulated flood.

"Celeste, you're on structural reinforcement," Ryukyu instructed. "Mina, focus on clearing debris and creating safe pathways."

Celeste nodded, using her quirk to redirect the force of rushing water, stabilizing the area. Mina's acidic touch dissolved obstacles, but her enthusiasm sometimes led to overzealous actions.

"Careful, Ashido," Celeste warned. "Precision is key."

"Got it!" Mina grinned, giving a thumbs-up before accidentally dissolving part of a bridge. "Oops."

Celeste sighed, stepping in to rectify the situation. Despite their contrasting styles, the two managed to save all the "civilians" in record time.

"Excellent work," Ryukyu said, her praise genuine. "You've both shown growth in teamwork and adaptability."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the interns sat on a rooftop overlooking the city, their day's work done. Mina, ever the chatterbox, couldn't resist steering the conversation back to Aiden.

"Okay, but seriously, Celeste, do you think Aiden likes pink-haired girls?" Mina asked, twirling a strand of her hair.

Celeste pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mina, for the last time, Aiden isn't here. Focus on your own growth as a hero."

Mina grinned. "You didn't say no! That means there's a chance."

Celeste leaned back, gazing at the stars. Aiden, you're halfway across the world, yet you're still causing chaos here.

Despite Mina's relentless fan-girling, Celeste couldn't deny a certain fondness for the pink-haired girl's energy. It was, after all, a welcome distraction from her own complicated feelings.

Ryukyu joined them, her presence grounding. "You two did well today," she said, her voice soothing. "Remember, being a hero isn't just about strength—it's about heart."

Celeste smiled faintly, her resolve strengthening. Whatever my feelings for Aiden may be, my path as a hero is my own.

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In the dimly lit, grimy underground hideout, Tomura Shigaraki sat slumped in a chair, his characteristic irritated scowl plastered on his face. His blood-red eyes glinted beneath the mop of messy pale blue hair as he tapped his fingers restlessly against the arm of the chair.

A single severed hand, one of the many he wore, clung to his face, adding an unsettling aura to his presence.

Across from him, a figure stood tall and imposing, draped in tattered rags, his face obscured by a mask that exposed only his piercing, judgmental eyes. The Hero Killer Stain. His muscular lean form, combined with the aura of absolute conviction he radiated, contrasted starkly with Shigaraki's more chaotic and petulant energy.

The silence between them was heavy, filled with the tension of two opposing ideologies about to collide.

"What a joke," Tomura sneered, breaking the silence. His voice dripped with disdain as he leaned forward, glaring at Stain. "You're nothing but a self-righteous lunatic. All that talk about 'purging false heroes'—do you actually believe anyone cares about your warped sense of justice?"

Stain remained silent, his body utterly still, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His eyes, however, burned with intensity, studying Tomura as though weighing his very soul.

Tomura growled, slamming a hand against the table between them. "You think you're some kind of savior, don't you? Like your crusade is so much better than what we're doing. But you're just a killer—like me."

"That's where you're wrong," Stain finally spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, filled with conviction. "You kill for chaos. For destruction. There's no purpose in your actions, no discipline. You're a child throwing a tantrum, lashing out at a world you don't understand."

Tomura's fingers twitched dangerously, his Decay quirk itching to activate. "Watch your mouth, old man. Or I'll turn you into dust."

Unfazed, Stain stepped closer, his imposing figure towering over Tomura. "Do it, then," he challenged, his voice calm but razor-sharp.

"Erase me, if you think you can. But that won't change the fact that you're nothing but a puppet."

Tomura flinched at the word, his scowl deepening. "What did you say?"

"You heard me," Stain continued, his tone unwavering. "You're not fighting for anything real. You're just a tool for whoever gives you the next order. Your so-called 'League of Villains'—what do you even stand for? What's your purpose?"

Tomura's mind flashed with images of All Might, the symbol of peace he hated so deeply. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "Purpose? I don't need a purpose. I just want to destroy everything. This society, its heroes, its rules—they're all garbage."

Stain shook his head, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. "You're a disgrace," he said bluntly. "You talk about destruction, but you have no understanding of the world you want to destroy. You're nothing compared to All Might or the heroes who inspire true change. Even in their flaws, they represent hope. And hope is something you can never kill."

Tomura stood abruptly, his chair screeching against the floor. His quirk surged in his fingers as he stepped toward Stain, his rage bubbling to the surface. "Don't you dare say that name!" he hissed.

"All Might is the root of everything wrong with this world. He's the reason why people like me suffer!"

Stain didn't flinch, his gaze unyielding. "And yet, you're too blind to see the truth. It's not All Might or the heroes who are the problem. It's the system they uphold. The false heroes who fight for fame, fortune, and glory—not for justice."

Tomura scoffed, his anger momentarily overshadowed by incredulity. "Justice? You think your twisted sense of justice is better? You kill heroes, and you think that makes you some kind of savior?"

Stain stepped even closer, his presence suffocating. "I don't care what you think of me. I don't fight for recognition. I fight to remind this world what it means to be a true hero. And I'll eliminate anyone—hero or villain—who stands in the way of that ideal."

Before the tension could escalate further, Kurogiri appeared, his swirling portal-like form shimmering in the dim light. "Shigaraki," he said calmly, his voice smooth and composed.

"Master has ordered us not to engage with the Hero Killer. He believes this meeting could be...informative."

Tomura snarled but stepped back reluctantly, his quirk dissipating. "Fine," he muttered, glaring at Stain. "But don't think for a second I respect you or your stupid ideals."

Stain tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing. "Respect? I don't need your respect. I'll let my actions speak for themselves."

As Stain turned to leave, he paused at the doorway, his voice echoing through the hideout. "If you ever find a real purpose—one worth fighting for—then maybe you'll understand. Until then, you're nothing but a shadow of what true power looks like."

Tomura watched him go, his fists trembling with barely contained rage. But deep down, Stain's words had struck a nerve. He hated it. He hated him. And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that, for all his self-righteousness, the Hero Killer had a point.

For now, though, Tomura's hatred burned brighter than his doubt. "Purpose," he muttered to himself, his voice low and venomous. "I'll show you purpose."

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