𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆? | 𝟔𝟒

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice." Nezu's voice was steady as he stood at the head of the table, paws folded neatly over a stack of untouched files. "I understand the hour is... less than ideal, but there are some matters that simply can't wait."

The conference room was half-lit, thick with fatigue and tension. Teachers and staff filled the space: some seated, some still adjusting jackets, others standing stiffly in corners. Everyone looked tired, but no one moved to leave.

Midnight folded her arms, brow furrowed. "We weren't told what this was about."

"Only that it concerned one of the students," Cementoss added, voice low.

Snipe sighed, brushing back his hair from his face."Just...tell us how bad it is."

"And where's Aizawa?" Recovery Girl asked, eyes sharper than usual beneath her half-moon glasses.

Nezu's expression flickered slightly, his ears flicking back as his paws stilled over the stack of folders on the table. "I'm afraid Aizawa is—indisposed at the moment and won't likely be joining as well as well as Yamada," he said simply.

"...So I'm guessing it's about Rio," Vlad commented after a moment, gaining a small but affirming nod from the Principal.

"She's been in the hospital since the incident," Midnight added. "Did something happen?"

"That depends on your definition of 'something,'" Nezu said with a vague hum. "I'd rather let the footage speak for itself.""

A hush settled again, heavier now. Even the shuffling of jackets and creaking of chairs stilled.

"Last night, during the routine monitoring of Rio's condition, there was a... significant event," Nezu continued, his voice light, but devoid of its usual playfulness. "Her Quirk activated spontaneously. Or, rather, it destabilized."

"While she was unconscious?" Cementoss asked, frowning.

"I'm afraid so. We've yet to figure out the cause. You'll see for yourself in a moment."

He pressed a button on the console, and the first monitor flickered to life. A pale blue light cast long shadows across the room as the security feed came on. Rio lay still in the bed, wires and sensors tracing faint patterns across her skin. At first, nothing moved.

"And as you can see," Nezu continued, his tone soft, "this begins just after the initial medical check. She's unconscious. There was no stimulus, no interaction at all. Just Rio sound asleep one moment and then the next..."

A faint twitch of her fingers appeared on screen. A small pulse of light shimmered beneath her skin. The monitors in the room beeped.

"Notice the first spikes here," Nezu said, gesturing subtly toward the screen. "They start in her extremities, faint at first, almost imperceptible. By themselves, nothing unusual. But then—watch carefully—how her body begins to respond to her own subconscious. Her Quirk is amplifying the energy, projecting it outward in waves."

The staffs eyes were glued to the screen, watching helplessly as their students back arched slowly, the light under her skin brightened, veins glowing like threads of molten silver.

"During this state we find her in," Nezu continued, pacing lightly by the side of the table, "we observed physical manifestations of her inner state. Stress, fear, confusion—all amplified. And here..." He paused, voice dropping slightly as the image shifted on screen. "Here, her mind begins to externalize. Thoughts, memories, fragments of her experiences. Not consciously, but the Quirk... it reads the internal chaos and mirrors it in energy."

The images flickered on-screen. Shadows, distorted shapes, flashes of rooms she had never been in, faces unfamiliar but emotively charged.

Vlad leaned forward, voice low. "She's... burning herself from the inside out."

"Yes," Nezu said softly, eyes fixed on the screen. "But not lethally. Containment protocols prevented escalation, but the raw force of her Quirk—without intervention—could have been catastrophic. Observe the fluctuation of energy here, and here..." His paw swept along the table, highlighting spikes on the monitor. "Her subconscious is dictating the pattern." 

The room was silent except for the hum of the monitors. Even seasoned heroes shifted uncomfortably in their seats, watching the young girl writhe in a storm of her own creation.

"Finally," Nezu said, "notice the peak." Rio's body trembled violently, the glow spreading to engulf her hair, her clothing, the bed beneath her. The projections intensified, flickering wildly across the walls of the infirmary.

"She's not awake," Nezu said quietly, "and yet she's entirely present—her mind generating the visuals, her Quirk amplifying them. It is... difficult to describe."

Another spike of energy shot from her chest in a radiant flare, causing the camera to shake slightly as if the light itself was warping space.

"And this," Nezu concluded softly, "is what we must monitor. Her body is responding to internal stimuli beyond our control. This is the first time we've witnessed a manifestation of her Quirk tied so directly to her consciousness, even in sleep. How we proceed now... will determine both her safety and the safety of those around her."

The light flared one last time, white-hot and blinding, radiating outward in jagged arcs that bent the edges of the camera lens. The projections snapped violently—rooms folding in on themselves, faces twisting, memories colliding.

"Notice the crescendo," Nezu said softly. "At this point, her Quirk is operating entirely autonomously, a feedback loop of her subconscious. She is simultaneously generating and absorbing energy. Any contact or intervention would have to be precise—anything else risks exacerbating the output."

"She's... she's like a reactor," Power Loader breathed, gripping the edge of the table. "Unstable, completely uncontained."

"Yes," Nezu said quietly, almost as if agreeing with him. "But observe—despite the chaos, there is an internal rhythm. The energy pulses, rises, and falls. It is not random, though it is dangerous."

Another spasm shook Rio's body, and a new wave of projections flickered across the walls of the infirmary in the video—shards of dreams, fragments of memory, twisted images of her fears.

"That's... insane," Midnight whispered. Her arms crossed tightly. "She's just a kid."

A sudden flurry of movement showed the hospital staff appearing in the video, rushing in like shadows through the pulsing light. Nurses and doctors moved with practiced efficiency, checking lines, adjusting machines, shielding themselves where necessary.

Nezu turns the footage off, the blue light coming to a close on the screen moments after. "The hospital staff are handling the damages now."

Aandd I'm back babes. Mb for dipping for a little bit lol.  Long story short a few accidents took place but they're handled now and I should be back to writing! To make it up to you guys there'll be another update this Thursday!