Sitting at my desk, I stared at the screen with Nezu's name plastered on it. This was either the biggest mistake I'd ever made or... no, this was definitely the biggest mistake I'd ever made. But hey, might as well make the most of it, right? If Nezu really thought I was some ultra-talented system fixer, I'd do what he wanted—and see what I could dig up on him and U.A. in the process.

After all, who gets an opportunity like this?

I cracked my knuckles, pushing aside my humiliation from earlier. Time to get to work.

About an hour later, I had access to U.A.'s primary system. Either Nezu trusted me way too much, or they were really desperate. Honestly, it was probably both. A school like this, supposedly the safest place for heroes-in-training, relying on a random masked hacker with a suspicious backstory? Bold move, Nezu. Bold move.

The system was solid—I'll give them that. Layers upon layers of security wrapped around everything like a digital fortress. But it wasn't perfect. No system is. It took me about thirty minutes to spot the vulnerabilities. The school's internal email server? A joke. The cameras? Not great. And don't even get me started on their hero dorms—they might as well have left the front doors open with how easy it was to access those files.

But as I worked, a nagging thought crept into my mind: was Nezu investigating me? He wasn't stupid. No one in his position would just take someone like me at face value, right?

Curiosity won out. Carefully, I started combing through the system, looking for any mention of GhostSoul or Sivax. If Nezu was on to me, I needed to know.

Ten minutes later, I sighed in relief. Nothing. Not a single file, note, or email about me. Either Nezu wasn't digging into me, or he was better at hiding it than I thought. Honestly, though, it didn't seem like he cared. The files I did find painted a clear picture of a very... frazzled principal. Nezu wasn't suspicious—he was overworked. The guy had been trying to overhaul U.A.'s security for months, but no one on his staff was qualified enough to do it.

Well, I guess that explains why he jumped at the chance to hire me.

Still, just because he wasn't investigating me now didn't mean he wouldn't later. I had to be careful.

As I patched up the system's flaws, I started poking around a little more. I couldn't resist. This was U.A., the center of hero training in Japan. Surely they had some juicy secrets hidden away, right?

I bypassed another firewall and found myself staring at a folder labeled "Hero Incidents - Restricted." My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Should I? It was risky, sure, but the curiosity was killing me.

I clicked it.

What I found wasn't exactly earth-shattering—just a bunch of reports on past incidents involving students and staff. But what caught my eye was how detailed Nezu's notes were. The guy wasn't just running a school; he was playing 4D chess. Every move he made, every decision, was part of some larger plan. It was... unsettling, to say the least.

Still, nothing about me. Good.

By the time I finished patching up the system, the sun was starting to set. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head. It felt good to be working on something challenging for once. Nezu's system was a mess, but fixing it had been kind of... fun?

I shook my head, laughing at myself. "Wow, I really am a nerd."

Before logging out, I left Nezu a note summarizing the work I'd done. I kept it professional, concise, and completely impersonal. No need to give the guy any reason to get too curious about me.

As for me? I had a whole folder of U.A. files saved on an external drive now. Nothing too incriminating—just stuff that might come in handy later. You never know when a little leverage might save your skin.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. I kept checking back, half-expecting an email or call from Nezu saying, "Gotcha!" But nothing came. The guy really was just desperate for someone to do their job properly.

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing with fire. Nezu might not be investigating me now, but if he ever got suspicious, this whole thing could blow up in my face.

But for now? For now, I was safe.

I glanced at the mask sitting on my desk, a small grin tugging at my lips. Sivax might be a nobody now, but that wouldn't last forever. Nezu, U.A., the heroes—sooner or later, they'd all know my name.