The 'Ace' of Japan's Public Security Bureau was sent to attend UA High School in order to stop a lethal quirk enhancer drug, nicknamed 'Miracle', from killing many future heroes.
Surely dealing with hormonal teenagers and their weird shenanigans on...
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It all started like any other day.
The first sunlight broke through the horizon, making its way across many buildings with their various heights. Dark blue sky began to lighten and changed its colours into beautiful shades of warmer hues, signaling that the night was over and it's time for a new day to begin.
Drrt-!
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Drrt-!
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Drr-! click.
"Sagara-san."
A deep baritone sounded out from a burner phone in an out-of-the-way phonebooth, its plastic body gripped loosely by a young, yet callused hand.
faint noises of blaring sirens could be heard in the background, as well as urgent shouting and commands being thrown around in a somewhat coordinated fashion.
"Matsuda, how's the situation?"
when the caller -Matsuda- heard the curt reply, he immediately straightened and sighed in relief. The middle aged man then gave his superior a brief rundown on his side.
"the Pro-heroes and police managed to secure the children, they are currently being sent into the nearest police hospital. All perpetrators are arrested and now transported to the base for further interrogation. Nothing was unaccounted for. We only need to tie loose ends from here."
Matsuda nodded to himself, feeling satisfied that the raid had transpired without a hitch. He then picked up on the tired sigh from the young male.
A small, grateful smile appeared on his face, "Thank you for your hard work, Sagara-san. Without you, we couldn't root out this traffickers fast enough."
Today's successful mission was due to his superior's brilliant skills in infiltration after all. He's sure that the superintendent would be happy with this result.
Sagara snorted, his brown eyes glanced outside the blurry glass of the phonebooth and to the noticeable crowd few blocks over. he could still hear the distinct sounds of sirens even from here.
"Well, I won't give you a 'good job!' or anything like that until I see your report on my desk tonight." he sternly retorted, though Matsuda noticed the playful tone at the end. He grinned, "Of course, sir. I'll make sure of that."
Dark locks strayed in the wind as he turned around, gazes lost in the crowds of many figures and vehicles bustling around him. The ravenette then remembered something, "Ah yes, Should I send a car to your position?"
Hearing that, Sagara suddenly got a painful reminder of the stab wound on his side. He stifled a groan and looked down warily, It hasn't stopped bleeding yet, but the trickle definitely has lessened since the first time he applied first aid to it.
