Prepare yourselves for the speedy shuffling around of characters. This arc's got a LOT to cover in such a short amount of time! That's right. We're jumping RIGHT into it this time!
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Fwushhhh

     The muffled sound of a toilet flushing sounded from behind a simple wood door.

Creeee'k

     Said door opened. Light creeped into the dark bedroom which no other doors branched from. The walls were a light tan, furniture simple, darkly stained wood. A man with a head of messy black hair crossed the room to reach his neatly made bed where a spare set of clothes lay folded atop it. Black pants. Black jacket. Red v-neck shirt. Ahh, it was nice returning to his old wardrobe. Presently, he wore a simple white shirt and black shorts. The man sighed sadly as he unfolded his shirt.

     "Ohh, how I miss you~"

     "Shimazaki-" A deep voice droned from behind the younger man.

     "-GAHH!" Ryo sprung straight up, twisting his body around in an instant. "Oh!.. Geez! I'm still adjusting to having my quirk back I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, hiding his following growl under a smile. "Also still getting used to not being the only teleporter.." Kurogiri stood tall and straight, his misty face unaffected by the suspected enmity.

     "All For One has requested a meeting with you in no more than an hour. Ensure you are prepared by then. .. And I suggest you make yourself a little more presentable.."

     "Alright, alright, I get it." Ryo's shoulder intentionally brushed against the Nomu's as he made his way toward the bathroom again, wad of clothes in hand. "Still haven't changed yet, mist face."

     The messenger hummed a growl. "You know how to call me when you require transportation."

     Ryo closed the door. After he was dressed in his pants and shirt, the Esper stood upsidedown from the bathroom ceiling, using a mound of hairspray to fix his hair into shape. Only a few strands in front of his face were left unaffected. After he'd dropped down from the ceiling, Ryo slid on his black jacket. After exiting the bathroom, Ryo pressed and held the button to a device mounted on his bedroom wall.

     This bedroom was specially made for him and he rather liked it. Surrounded in layers of concrete and earth, the bedroom was completely alone. Solitary. So quiet and remote he could probably sleep for days without realizing! Ryo had to admit, though, he kind of missed a couple of his neighbors back in that old suburban neighborhood of his... Heh, yes. Even that annoying little brat who kept throwing baseballs through his window. But these were the new boss' orders. AFO couldn't risk Ryo screwing up his plans by accidentally leaking information or anything. Here, he was under constant supervision. Only allowed to leave his solitary room if AFO himself was aware of his whereabouts. .. Definitely the behavior of a paranoid parent, but guess this was what Ryo deserved for making a habit out of betraying everyone a few months back. Ryo no longer had such plans of betrayal, but he had to admit on occasion how annoying his boss was for being a hover-parent.

     "Um... Kurogiri?" Ryo spoke into the device. The misty Nomu reappeared less than ten seconds later.

     "Is that the best you could come up with?" The Nomu scowled ahead at Ryo, hands tucked behind his back. The Esper scoffed.

     "Just take me to the boss already and I won't comment on the cosplay you're wearing."

     "Fine then. But keep in mind that this is an important meeting... You will not be the only one attending."

     Ryo's closed eyes tightened a little. He..didn't exactly have anything better to wear. .. Not like he wanted to either. But the Esper stood a little straighter, preparing to meet up with AFO's other subordinates. He'd only just fled certain death two days ago, and he'd yet to meet anyone other than Kurogiri.

     Seeing as the younger man wasn't making any changes other than his posture, the Nomu formed a portal for him to step through.

     Appearing on the other end, Ryo flinched as his body was hit with a blanket of hot, damp air. His breath cut in half, lungs unwilling to take in so much of such air at once. The sun's light warmed the man's clothes and skin even more.

     Right... Summer was right around the corner.. Guhh, he might have to shed his jacket if he wanted to survive the heatwave comfortably.

     Ryo practiced again extending his sight to their limits. He stood at the edge of a wall-less sky scraper, which was still heavily under construction. Surrounding was a graveyard of what had once been a mighty city. Ryo frowned at this realization, his special sight picking up on a tall, well dressed man behind him.

     "I don't think this is the best place for a meeting." He said flatly, observing how easily the pair could be spotted.

     "Trust me. I wouldn't have chosen this spot if I had my doubts about its location... Besides, I've always been drawn to sites of mass destruction... I mean.. to see it with my own two eyes again." The elder leaned against a steel beam not too far from the massive drop-off, arms casually crossed over his chest. "Truly enchanting... Such a sight is humbling to a man like myself... But it is also just as much invigorating, to know such power can become my own in due time.." The elder grinned down at the mass of rubble, still yet to be cleaned up.

     "So, where are the rest?" Ryo leaned against the steal beam left to AFO. Directly under a sharp ray of light, the young man frowned, seriously debating taking off his jacket. How was his new boss wearing a full suit without breaking a sweat?!

     "You are actually quite early.." The silver haired man remarked, freshly restored eyes grazing over the field of rubble. "I am only here at the moment for sight-seeing purposes. However, I urge you to stay and wait for now, as it would be impractical to wander."

     ...Right...

     Ryo sighed, sliding his back down the beam a smidge. He crossed his arms and legs as he stood leaning there, waiting with his new boss.

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     Thirty minutes passed and Ryo was thoroughly bored. He didn't have a good read on his new boss' personality yet, so he didn't know if making light conversation would only anger him.

     Out of bored habit, the now jacketless Ryo shoved two fingers into his eye sockets, which effortlessly phased into the inky voids. His fingers felt around inside his skull. Such a thoughtless activity always amused him somehow. He could feel the fleshy insides of his own skull, something that always felt so wrong no matter how many times he did it in the past.

     "I'm both impressed and appalled..." AFO mused across from him. Oh yeah. Ryo momentarily forgot about him. In the past, the younger man usually only did this in front of others to freak them out. He even let Sho try it once or twice as a little kid. "I wasn't certain if you could really do that or not.."

     "...-I always wondered why my eyes were hollow. Even as a kid..." Ryo worded absently.

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     Cold tile bit at my feet... As a small child, I had yet to grasp the concept of making my own food yet. And, being the naive three year old I was, turned to my mother for help. She was in the kitchen making herself something to eat, after all, so I hoped she might spare some of that for her youngest child as well.

     "Mommy.. Can I.. can I nummy?" I reached out two grabby hands in the general direction of where I could hear all the pots and pans clanking against one another. My bare feet scraped over the harshly cold tiles. I'd fled my pile of warm blankets for this chance to beg. After all, I was really, really hungry...

     My eyes were wide open, though useless.

     "Gah!! Close those d###ed eyes at once! I told you not to open them!!"

     "My eyes..?" I didn't quite get what she meant. Nothing changed when they were closed...

Smack!

     Ow! I fell on the ground, a sting, then a burn resonating through my left cheek. I started to cry, still unaware of what had just stricken me.

     "I SAID CLOSE THOSE EYES AT ONCE!"

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     Ryo's fingers slipped out of his eye sockets in an instant, eyelids closing up..back to how they usually were. Ugh.. Even after receiving his quirk again, those flashbacks still felt so real.

     The younger man quickly shrugged it off, grinning as he turned his face toward the new boss. "Hey, you're a pretty smart guy. Got any ideas as to why my eyes are like this?"

     Unfortunately for Ryo, the elder merely shrugged. "Your quirk is spiritually based. Unfortunately, I have yet to dip my finger very deep into that realm of research yet." His whole body leaned a little more to the right to have a better look at the ground directly below, arms still crossed. "My quirk has an aspect of spirituality to it as well. It must, after all, if I am to steal something as vital as someone's quirk. These things go a whole lot deeper than DNA. Our very souls are intertwined with our quirks. That is why quirks like my late brother's allow a part of him to be passed on through his quirk." Groaning, the silver haired man leaned his head back against the pillar of steel. "Unfortunately, the world has yet to realize this. They only see quirks as tools.. or handy little stage tricks."

     "Hmm," Ryo's fidgety hand left the area around his eyes to rub his chin. "Guess that makes sense..." That made more sense than just about anything else, actually. After all, he'd experienced first hand the dehumanization of quirks and their users. Something about this stirred up an anger deep within.

     It was comical. Only now was Ryo beginning to feel angry on his own behalf. Before losing his quirk, he'd never taken any emotions of his all too seriously. But now... Now he felt like he finally had a reason to allow such emotions to settle and stir within.

     He wanted to change things somehow. Whatever had hurt him so bad. How? He had no idea. But something about this societal mindset thing definitely needed to change...

     But he was stuck. ... He was stuck here..in the now.

     "Tomura has arrived." Kurogiri announced softly. On cue, the recognizable sight of a wrinkly white haired male emerged through the Nomu's portal. Ryo spun his head around and frowned at the young man, shoving himself off the beam at once.

     Tomura had changed... Somehow.. much had changed about him since the two last interacted.

     Tomura Shigaraki wasn't exactly putting any effort into appearances either. He slid off his dark coat at once, revealing a simple, fitted set of black clothing. The man had gained quite a bit of muscle over the past six to seven months...

     The young man's cloak lazily dropped onto the dusty concrete floor, its wearer appearing a little tired and worn out as he started on a few basic arm stretches.

     "Don't tell me this meeting is going to take forever... I was training with The League and really don't want to quit my winning streak for a bunch of nonsensical blabbering.."

     Ryo gasped silently. His attention fixed onto All For One, certain the elder would scold the brat for being so disrespectful! AFO, however, couldn't care less.

     "Wait a minute... What the h### is Ryo doing here??!" The long white haired one pointed an accusatory finger at the blind man. "He's the f###er who erased my quirk!!"

      Ryo hardly had the change to predict a deadly attack from the bratty Tomura. His eyes opened again in astonishment as a dozen or so dark, jagged veins of steel shot from the younger man's fingertips. His heart rate increased, time slowing as he just narrowly dodged the attack. That was..a NEW quirk!! And...he was so fast! Ryo'd be dead if his quirk hadn't predicted it!!

     Ryo teleported, slid, and spun, grabbing onto the beam he'd been previously leaning against to snag himself from falling. He gasped and panted. That was..too close!

     "Easy now, Tomura~" All For One casually lifted a hand, the younger's signal to stop. "He is working for me now.. This hostility toward him is completely unnecessary."

     "Tfh! Like I care!. HE can't be trusted with ANYTHING!!"

     "Believe me when I tell you precautions have already been taken... Now calm down." The boss villain's voice sterned itself, scolding the bratty youngster. The young Shigaraki scratched his shoe over the ground and poutily crossed his arms. Ryo, standing warily beside the metal beam, waited for the all clear to relax again.

     Ryo's brows furrowed as realization set in. "Wait wait wait, you mean I have to work with THIS guy?? I thought you finally retired or something."

     Tomura growled. "I'm five and a half years younger than you, idiot."

     "Quit squabbling you two.." All For One rolled his eyes. "Shimazaki, Tomura is my pupil; second in command. So you are to follow his orders just as religiously as you are to follow mine."

     "What?!? This has to be a joke!!" Ryo protested.

     "Wait, so he'll do anything I say~?" Tomura.

     "No!!" Ryo.

     "Yes." AFO.

     Arms still folded across his chest, the youngest smirked at his new subordinate. "Pee on yourself."

     "WHAT?!" Ryo turned to the short haired boss, pleading silently for a saving grace from this maniac!

     However, the big boss just stood there, arms loosely folded, back leaned against the beam still. His lips curled into a playful smile. "I'm honestly interested to hear how you would even do such a thing."

     Ryo made short pathetic whimpering noises as his two masters grinned like unsupervised children at him. He was saved by the arrival of Kurogiri, through his portal appearing a well dressed woman.

     "Mother of All is here." The misty teleporter announced. Everyone turned to the returned villain, a woman who'd just narrowly escaped death -- a death thanks in part to her own boss.

     Long, stitched lines like cracks wrapped around her body. Even her face was scarred by these markings. Yet she smiled. Pleasantly, too. Like not a thing was wrong. She knew these scars were caused by her boss, yes, but she also knew why that was the case. That coma of hers prevented any information from being spilled. Mei was a particularly dangerous threat to such crucial information. A coma was the only way to ensure no more damage to their cause would be dealt. Then, after a couple months, when the fuss about her had calmed down, Makima awoke. All she had to do was activate her quirk, and those supervising her at the time let her go free. After all, what monster would feel good about locking their own mother away~?

     The new arrival stood quietly, pleasantly holding her hands together behind her back.

     "Alright." All For One grinned, at last pushing off of that beam of his to rest all weight on his own two feet. "Now that we are all here, I want to inform you all that I do not plan on hiding in the shadows any longer. In fact, as soon as the Chisaki Nomu is complete, we should be set to attack UA and reclaim my brother's quirk."

     "What about that tornado brat??" Tomura shifted his weight from one foot to another, hands in his pockets. Ryo was still trying to figure out what AFO meant by "brother's quirk".

     "We will save Kageyama for another time. Right now, our top priority should be One For All. ... As for the boy, he is being sent on a ..convenient~.. little trip far, far away.." Turns out going into hiding had only helped the main villain, for he now had a lot more hands and feet in places no one even thought possible.

     Makima opened her mouth to question as well. "Do you have a plan in mind, or-"

     "-There is no point to formulate a plan in this case." The three subordinates gave their master a weird look. "Someone in UA possesses a quirk which can reverse time. While we can and should set objectives, it would be meaningless to stick to a rigid battle strategy. That would only hinder us if anything. Our best bet will be to strike with as many heavy hitting forces we possess all at once, overwhelming the campus in an instant."

     "Time Reverse quirk..?" Tomura mumbled, eyes narrowing a little. That sure sounded like an OP quirk to him..

     "That sounds familiar.." Makima idly stroked at her chin. "Wait.. That's the short haired punk, isn't it??" A hint of anger broke through her calm and collected facade. She sure did have a score to settle with that kid's aunt! "I should be able to take her. She won't continue to use her quirk if I ask her to." And maybe she might run into that aunt of hers as well~

     "Wait, what does this kid look like?" Ryo finally opened his mouth, seeing as his boss wasn't angered by the others' questions.

     "The girl in question looks like she could be my rebellious teen daughter.." The villain then chuckled. "I have a hunch her quirk cannot reset any time before her last nap, so keep that in mind while you are targeting her. Also, I would like for you to bring her to me after the fight~ Her quirk will prove to be far more useful in my hands."

     "Yes sir." Makima bowed.

     "Wait, what happened to that girl who works for you? She didn't die, did she?" Tomura asked crossly.

    Makima answered him flatly. "Fortunately, she survived receiving a second quirk despite refusing any preparatory operations. However, it's impossible to tell when she will have recovered enough to be of any use. As for my other follower~ she should be perfectly rested and able to join us."

     "Good to hear. Oh, and Makima, I suggest you not activate your quirk while around Ryo.. I have a feeling he may be one of the few who might actively disrupt you."

     "Huh? Why??" Ryo

     Makima placed her hand on the blind one's shoulder, faking a sad sigh. "I pity you.. really." He shrugged her hand off of him, offended though he didn't know exactly why.

     "Tomura, and are your followers ready and able to attack whenever I deem fit?" Tomura nodded confidently. AFO turned his attention to the all of them. "Sounds to me like everything is fitting perfectly into place. I expect the three of you to keep me updated.-"

     "-Wait, where IS Kageyama??" Ryo stepped forward, ensuring that his mind be put at ease by knowing the kid was truly gone.

     "You mustn't worry about him anymore.. I have ensured that the boy is being sent somewhere he couldn't possibly interfere~"

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     "Have you ever met Izuku's dad before?" Mob approached the lounging Bakugo with a plate of food in hands.

     The blond groaned awake, lifting his head tiredly. "..A few times I guess. That man really gets on my nerves, though. He always does 'this' face at me.."

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     "...Who doesn't get on your nerves...?" Mob mumbled as he sat on the other couch.

     "Hey, I heard that!"

     "Mob." Aizawa's slipper covered feet scooted over the floor toward them. "Nezu wants to speak with you."

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     "I'm sure you already have an idea as to why you are here, Kageyama." Nezu sat at his desk, paws intertwined atop the dark waxed wood.

     "Yeah, Dimple told me a couple days ago."

     "Dimple?"

     "My spirit friend. He's not dangerous, though. ... At least not usually."

     The mouse held his breath, mouth open while he thought. "...I see... Anyways, I am here to inform you of an unfortunate deal I had to make regarding your whereabouts."

     The teen sat sullenly, hands clasping one another on his lap. Dimple hovered over the boy's right shoulder protectively.

     "..You see, a while ago I had to make a deal with the QSADP, who have apparently been particularly interested in you since your quirk was first registered. There is no need to fear, however. They only seek to ensure you and those around you are as safe as possible."

     Mob looked up from the floor. "How are they supposed to do that..? Locking me away didn't exactly work.."

     Nezu laughed. "No, no! I'm afraid you don't quite get it!... The QSADP is just another branch of the quirk training and normalization program. This very school is a branch of their efforts!.. But, you see, sometimes there are special cases such as yourself who need a little extra attention is all. .. You're not the only one hosting a deep swell of power." Mob's eyes widened at this. "Though it is rare, occasionally a special program will be assigned to someone such as yourself. ... Your case is a little different from even those, though, since you now unfortunately have a criminal record thanks to your past outbursts. But that should all be fixed through this summer program."

     "Wait, what??" Mob leaned forward in his chair.

     "The goal will be for you to successfully be registered as a member of the QSADP: Quirk Safety and Developmental Program as a trainee. You will be assigned a mentor for one month this summer. One deemed strong enough to handle any powerful outbursts of yours." Mob gasped quietly. So there really were people out there like that?! "Their job is to ensure you are stable enough mentally to re-enter society, as well as ensure you know how to handle both your quirk and any potential high-stake situations you may find yourself in. ... The trade off is that you will have to move in with them for this period of time, meaning it will be yet again another long trip away from home.."

     "Oh.." Mob stared down at his lap again. Guess he'd already gotten used to not seeing his family every day...but a whole month straight?

     "It's not like you have a say in the matter, really.. I've already spoken with your parents about the situation and they are at peace with it. As for you, I just wanted to inform you ahead of time. .. You have one full day to prepare. I've asked Snipe to assist you through the process of preparing as well as answering any more questions you may have. As for the other students, we would prefer you not share too much information, as the branch of the QSADP you will be registering into is a rather secretive one. Developed to better protect the secret lives of over powered individuals."

     This was...a lot of information. Mob's poor head was spinning. He rubbed his forehead. "Wait... What is the QSADP again.?"

     "Oh! My apologies. I should really start from the beginning, shouldn't I?" The mouse chuckled. "Originally founded around the dawn of Quirks in the US by Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Tony Stark with the purpose of helping parents raise their children with quirks, the QSADP is now a worldwide organization with the purpose of helping struggling quirk users still. And while there are many branches of this organization, we will be focusing on the one you will be joining for obvious reasons. That would be the 'OP' branch. You can register as either a trainee, support member, or mentor! The OP branch only handles people rank five and up. There are generally six slots the QSADP has established to easily sort quirk users by their power level. It starts at level one and goes all the way up to level five, which is where heroes like All Might in his prime would sit at the top of. However, there is a rare class even above that; level six, or 'Special Grade.' You are one of the very few who would be considered Special Grade, meaning presently there are only two registered teachers who could possibly mentor you at the moment... Thankfully, both just so happen to be available."

     None of what Nezu said exactly helped with Mob's growing headache. Guess he'd just have to ask for someone else to explain it all later...

     "...Did you get any of that?" Mob turned to Dimple.

     "Maybe a little bit..?"

     "Oh, so your spirit friend is here right now?" Nezu leaned forward at his desk a little, squinting and looking around his office. His tail swished behind him excitedly. "What was his name again?"

     "Dimple."

     "Ahhh. Well, Dimple." The mouse's eyes narrowed after mathematically configuring correctly where the spirit was. "I would prefer it if you didn't eavesdrop on our secret meetings again... Unless you have an exorcism wish, that is~"

     "Gak!" The startled spirit gasped. "Tell him I'm sorry for me, Shige!"

     "Dimple says he's sorry. And don't worry. He's only told me things that have to do with me so far."

     Nezu sat calmly again in his chair, a pleased smile on his face. "I'm glad to hear... Though, I may need to hire some Espers for security in the future as well.." He thought mostly to himself. "...Maybe that's how information has been getting leaked..." He mumbled.

     The one-to-one meeting came to an end thereafter. Mob and Dimple together hashed out what was going on and how to prepare for it. As expected, later that day Snipe appeared to help the kid pack everything he would need. He didn't need much, since apparently it was the mentor's job to provide the essentials on top of lodging.

     Thanks to the mayhem outside the UA campus, most of the UA students remained on campus with their families. Even Uraraka's parents moved in, taking advantage of the crisis as by setting up their construction business nearby.

     This meant, however, that there were a LOT of people he had to somewhat lie to about where he was going, including even close friends like Teruki and Izuku. They all knew he was going somewhere via UA orders, but no one had a clue where. Even Mob himself wasn't quite sure! So it wasn't like he really needed to lie all that hard.

     Either way, it was a sad sendoff, Mob parting from so many friends with only Dimple and Snipe at his side. The gun hero left Mob shortly after, ensuring first that the kid got on the right train.

     "Thanks for coming with me, Dimple.." Mob mumbled as he waved through the window at the parting hero.

     "No problem, kid..." Dimple held onto a bar beside him. "That's what I'm for, right? The stain on your shirt that'll never leave you."

     Mob chuckled. Guess one could put it like that.

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     A man sat impatiently on a bench at the train station, tapping his foot, elbows on his knees. His hair was white, bangs falling in front of a pair of circular sunglasses, which mostly hid his bright blue eyes. His clothes were simple. Technically not on the job, but still wanting to make a good first impression on his new student, the man wore black pants and a large, tucked white t-shirt.

     Despite being a little annoyed at how long the train was taking, he rested his chin in his palms for a moment, a faint smile curling his lips upward.

     For far too long, he'd been waiting for a chance to mentor this kid. Ever since he heard Mob was going to UA, he sent letter after letter to Principle Nezu with this simple request to transfer him over to the highschool he taught at. That kid was an Esper, after all. He would fit much better in a line of work that handled evil spirits. But that stubborn mouse just wouldn't budge. Only now, after half a year of trying, eventually deciding to go through the tedious process of becoming a mentor here for this organization, finally, the Prodigy would meet his match. .. Or, at least close to his match. Gojo still bet he could beat the kid in a fight if he really wanted to.

     But of course he was here to teach. Not to fight. Still would be pretty fun to meet a kid so strong~

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-screeeeeeee!

     Ahhh, here the train came!

     Gojo swung to his feet, clapping then rubbing his hands together in preparation. He slid his hands into his pockets and sauntered up to the train as it came screeching to a halt. He stood tall. Six-foot-four tall, to be precise. And as the flashy tall noodle man he was, the curse user certainly stood out amongst the gathering crowd of Tokyo civilians. The doors to the stopped train opened, oozing out of them was a thick collective of people. Everyone was in a hurry to get in and out. Gojo stood there preparing to snag whoever he recognized.

     The boy on the news never came, though. In fact, the man was beginning to worry as the train doors closed again.

     [Um, excuse me?]

     The tall man jumped. Sounded like someone's voice, but, it was in his head!

     [Are you waiting for someone too?] The voice was monotone. Yet it sounded young enough to be a teenager. So, perhaps..?

     The mentor spun around, blue eyes fixing on the only one remaining from the dispersing crowd: a teenage boy with bright pink hair, two metallic antennae, and green tainted glasses. And boy did that face of his look disinterested as heck!

     [You seem trustworthy enough. I'm supposed to be registered into the QSADP as a trainee so the government will leave me the h### alone. You wouldn't happen to be my mentor, would you?]

     Gojo stepped back, hands held in front of him. He chuckled nervously. "Hehehh, sorry kid. But I'm a Special Grade mentor."

     [Good. I'm Special Grade.] (Though not as powerful as he is in Saiki-K.)

     Gojo sweat-dropped. "...I'm sorry.. There must be some kind of mix-up. I'm supposed to be mentoring a kid with white, and or black hair."

     [Tough luck, buddy. Looks like you're stuck with me.] Pink Hair adjusted the back strap over his shoulder. [Before you do anything mentory, can I have a nap? I haven't had a wink these past few days.]

     "You mean..I'm stuck with...?" The adult male fell to his knees, clasping his head as he screamed. "NOOOOO!"

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     Meanwhile, Mob, with his white hair and red eyes, exited the train. It was a fairly quiet place. Not too many people shoving past one another.

     As Mob exited the train, he pulled out his phone which already had the young, thin, white haired mentor's profile picture readily there. But, as the teen scanned the train station, he saw no such man anywhere. Even taking into consideration a change of outfit, there wasn't a sign...

Mumble-mumble-mumble-mumble...

     Mob's head twisted curiously to an older bald man in an orange hoodie and gray sweatpants, who stood beside the stopped train, presently staring down at a picture on his phone. Mob made his way toward the elder.

     "Um... Excuse me..? Are you looking for someone too?" Mob asked nervously.

     "Hu?" The old man's head snapped up. It was hard to tell his age exactly, but he could've been anywhere between fifty and seventy. "Oh? Do you need any help, kid?"

     "Um, actually... You don't happen to be a mentor for the QSADP, OP branch, do you? .... Sir..?" Mob was starting to worry. The old man was just staring at him... Ominously..

. . .

     "Huh, thought you'd have pink hair... Oh well. Follow me." The old man spun around, waving the kid after him. "I'm sure we can fix any glitches later... Want some ramen on the way?"

     Mob followed after timidly. "Um...sure. ... What's your name, by the way?"

     "Saitama. I'm a long-time Special Grade mentor. And your name?"

     "Mob."

     "Heh, I like it!.. Simple; straight to the point."

     "Yeah.."

     This...could be a problem...

     "Hey, wanna play some games after dinner? Think I still have a working X-box somewhere."

     Or...maybe it wouldn't!