At around three o'clo the afternoon the day, the sky was overcast with thick, dark clouds, and a light drizzle fell steadily, bing everything in a misty haze.

  "It's raining again… This June has really beeful," Kaminari muttered, sitting in the backseat of his father's new car. He stared quietly at the sery passing by outside the window, while his father focused on driving.

  That's right—he'd been released from the Saitama Police Headquarters. With no evideying him to any of the killings and with Snatch taking the bme for everything, Kaminari was cleared of all charges.

  However, this had e at a cost. Snatch was now under intense iigation and was likely to have his Hero lise revoked in the ing days. How long it would remain revoked was uain.

  Even though Snatch ro Hero and his as were in self-defeer being attacked, the ridiculous ws of society still demanded a heavy price. Even if he'd killed a group of known vilins, the w wouldn't let him off easily.

  Sometimes, Kaminari couldn't help but wonder, who were these ws even proteg? If a group of civilians had died, he could uand the e. But what was s about a Pro Hero killing a few wanted criminals and thugs?

  To be ho, after this i, Kaminari felt increasingly disillusioned with the current legal system. But his ties to people he cared about kept him tethered to it.

  "Son."

  His father's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

  "Huh? What is it, Dad?"

  "Aizawa-sensei asked me to tell you that you're allowed to take the day off today. But he wants you ba css tomorrow, as usual."

  Kaminari nodded, not particurly surprised.

  "At the same time," his father tinued, "he sent over the student information for Css 2 of the Hero Course. He said you should study it carefully, since… well, yoing to be teag at U.A. High School from now on."

  Kaminari's father g his son through the rearview mirror, a flicted expression on his face. He had prepared himself for the idea of Kaminari being a teacher, but actually seeing it happen, his fifteen-year-old son being a teacher at U.A.—still felt surreal.

  "I'm a teacher at U.A., but I'm still a student there as well. Not only do I have to attend csses, but I also have to teach others. Holy, it's kind of hirious."

  Kaminari ughed at his own predit. He couldn't help but imagihe reas of his cssmates in Css 1-A when they found out. Especially Bakugo, his rea would probably be priceless.

  "And… Kyoka said she's ing over after school," his father added, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "She wao pick you up with your mother, but I stopped her. I figured you'd need some time to calm down and unwind."

  Hearing Kyoka's name, his father's expression grew even mossipy. Her for Kaminari during the phone call the other day had been… notable, to say the least.

  "Tell me, son—what's going oween you and Kyoka?"

  "Oh, we're dating," Kaminari replied casually, still gazing out the window. Then, as if anticipating his father's rea, he added, "And if you're pnning to object, let me make it clear, your obje won't ge anything."

  "Wait, really?!"

  His father was taken aback by how easily Kaminari admitted it. For a moment, he didn't even know what to say. Still, a small part of him felt disappointed.

  He had always hoped Kaminari might end up with Momo. While Kyoka seemed like a nice girl, he couldn't help but feel Momo was a better match.

  "When did this happen? And what about Momo?" his father pressed, still relut to let the topic go.

  "We made it official retly," Kaminari replied with a shrug. "And what does this have to do with Momo?"

  "Well… I just thought you and Momo seemed pretty close…" his father said hesitantly.

  "We're close, sure, but not in the way you're thinking. Besides, why would someone like her be ied in me?" Kaminari said with a chuckle, though his tone was self-depreg.

  "What's wrong with you?!" his father said, visibly annoyed. "My son is incredible, how many kids ye pare to you, Kaminari?!"

  In his father's eyes and his mother's, too Kaminari was sed to none among his peers.

  "Sure, her family is wealthier than ours," his father admitted, "but you know how much potential our pany has. Sooner or ter, the Kaminari family will be a household name in Japan!"

  "Okay, okay, you win," Kaminari said with a helpless smile. "But I've already decided to be with Kyoka, so stop w about it and start thinking about how to treat your future daughter-in-w!"

  Hoping to steer the versation away, Kaminari quickly ged the subject.

  "By the way, will what happehis time affect the 'Seifu Campaign'?" he asked. He was ed that news of his involvement in the i might harm his public image.

  "Not at all," his father reassured him. "Thanks to the influence of the Mitsui Foundation, none of the reports about the i mentioned your name."

  Kaminari's father smiled, marveling at Mitsui's power. "The Mitsui sortium is incredible, so powerful it's almost hard to believe."

  "Well, that's a relief," Kaminari said with a nod.

  It was worth noting that, with Snatable to tinue as a bodyguard due to the iigation, the Midnight Agency had takehe job. Of course, this aid arra, as their inal agreement only covered unity prote.

  Behind their car, two bck vehicles followed closely, each carrying two Pro Heroes as bodyguards. Though Kaminari's father now had four bodyguards, none of them were sed-rate Heroes. They were all solidly third-rate.

  Soon, Kaminari and his father arrived home safely. As expected, his mreeted him with tears and hugs, holding him tightly while sobbing. Kaminari had no choice but to fort her until she calmed down. She had been geerrified by the i.

  After a while, she finally collected herself and hurried off to the kit to prepare a feast. Tonight's dinner wasn't just for Kaminari but also for Kyoka, who was ing over.

  Although she had met Kyoka once before, the text was different now. Before, Kyoka was simply one of Kaminari's friends. Now, she was his girlfriend.

  The openness was evident, her of his parents viewed their retionship as "puppy love." Instead, they were fully supportive.

  Meanwhile, Kaminari retreated to his room with a sigh of relief. Onside, he instructed the invisible Pikachu to help him ect to the phones of Principal Nezu and Mitsui Buntais. As for Momo, she was likely still in css.

  "It seems you've arrived home safely. gratutions," Principal Nezu's voice came through the line.

  "Good to hear," Mitsui Buntais added. "When I heard a powerful vilin attacked the police statioerday, I was genuinely shocked!"

  Kaminari chuckled awkwardly, feeling a mix of gratitude and exasperation at Mitsui's words. The vilin iion was no ordinary criminal. In fact, Kaminari doubted anyone in Japan besides All Might and maybe Endeavor could take him down.

  "I really 't thank you enough for your help," Kaminari said sincerely. "Without you, I'd probably be a wanted fugitive by now."

  To Nezu, he said, "Principal, I'll do my best as a teacher at U.A., helping the Hero Course students develop their Quirks."

  Turning to Mitsui, he added with a smile, "Old man, if you or the Mitsui sortium ever need my help, just call me. I'll be there, as long as it doesn't hurt my family, friends, or loved ones!"

  "Oh? And what am I to you?" Mitsui asked with a ugh.

  "A friend," Kaminari replied seriously. "Anyone who tries to harm you will regret it. I promise you that, as long as I'm alive, this promise will hold true."

  Mitsui ughed heartily.

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