The UA dorms were a shattered husk, walls cracked, furniture splintered from the clone's assault, the mechanical hum from the campus edge fading as new shadows vanished into the night.
Zion stood amid the chaos, sweat mixing with dust, his All for One still buzzing from the fight.
Aizawa's voice cut through, hoarse and pissed, ordering students to the infirmary, his eyes drilling into Zion, sharp with mistrust.
The common room was a mess—students limping, teachers barking, the air thick with suspicion.
All for One's clone had singled Zion out, called him "heir," and now every glance his way carried a question: Why him?
Zion kept his face blank, crude thoughts buried, his drive to crush the corrupt pulsing. He moved toward the infirmary, Momo trailing close, her fingers brushing his, her presence a steady heat.
The halls were dim, lights flickering, the lockdown's weight heavier after the clone's taunt. Aizawa limped ahead, scarf loose, his silence louder than any accusation.
In the infirmary, Recovery Girl's Quirk hummed, patching cuts and bruises, her frown deep as she eyed Zion, like she sensed a secret.
Deku sat on a cot, bandaging a scraped arm, his stare cold, no words needed to show his doubt.
Todoroki leaned against a wall, ice on a swollen wrist, his dual-colored eyes narrowing, sizing Zion up.
Kaminari, nursing a singed hand, muttered to Jiro, his voice low but pointed, "All for One wants him? Sketchy as hell." Jiro's earjacks twitched, her glance wary, like she was listening for Zion's heartbeat to betray him. Even Tsuyu, usually chill, ribbited softly, her eyes flicking to him, questioning.
Momo squeezed his hand, her voice a whisper. " All for One's move… it's got them spooked."
Her trust was iron, no doubt in her, but she knew the heat was on. Zion nodded, his gut twisting, lust for her shoved down.
"Let 'em stare," he muttered, voice rough. "I ain't his bitch." But the clone's words gnawed, All for One's interest was a spotlight he couldn't dodge.
Aizawa cornered him near a med bay curtain, his glare cutting. "Zion, talk. Why's All for One after you?" His voice was low, no bullshit, his mistrust a blade.
Zion met his eyes, no flinch. "Fuck if I know. Guy's got a hard-on for power, maybe I'm just shiny." A lie, half-true—his All for One was the draw, a secret only Momo held—but Aizawa's frown deepened, unconvinced.
Midnight hovered nearby, her bodysuit scuffed, her flirt from their dorm room romp a distant spark. "Kid, you're not just some transfer," she said, voice soft but probing, her eyes searching. "All for One doesn't chase nobodies." Her tone wasn't hostile, but it wasn't warm, her suspicion a new wall.
Zion shrugged, crude but calm. "Then he's wasting his time. I'm here to train, not play villain."
In the corner, Iida adjusted his glasses, his voice sharp. "Your presence endangers us. All for One's clone targeted you specifically. Explain yourself." His stance was rigid, his doubt loud.
Zion's jaw clenched, his urge to snap back caged. "Explain what? I fought the bastard, same as you. He's the one crashing our party."
Ochaco lingered by a med cart, her eyes softer but guarded, like she wanted to believe him but couldn't. "Zion… you're strong, but why you? It's… weird." Her voice wavered, the first crack in her loyalty.
Tsuyu ribbited, adding, "He knew your name, kero. That's not random." Her tone was neutral, but digging for truth.
Zion's fists balled, the weight of their stares a fucking anvil. His cause—tearing down the rotten, building something real—meant nothing if his class turned on him, at least, not now, it was still too soon.
Momo stepped closer, her voice firm. "He fought to protect us. All for One's obsession doesn't make Zion the enemy." Her defense was fierce, shutting down Iida's glare, but whispers spread—Kaminari to Mina, Jiro to Sero—each glance a spark of distrust.
Zion didn't need their trust, just their doubt to stay quiet, his Quirk Echo and Creation ready to arm his allies—Momo, maybe Midnight—against All for One's next move.
Aizawa pulled him aside again, voice lower, dangerous. "You're hiding something. I don't care what—yet. But if you're a threat, I'll bury you." His eyes flicked to Momo, like he knew she was in deep.
Zion met his stare, unflinching. "Bury me, then. I'm just a guy trying to graduate."
Aizawa's lip twitched, but he backed off, his suspicion a shadow.
In the med bay's bustle, Zion caught Deku whispering to All Might's empty chair—no titan here. Todoroki spoke to Endeavor, who'd arrived, his flames dim, his voice a growl.
"The boy's tied to All for One. We need answers." Endeavor's eyes locked on Zion, heavy with judgment.
Midnight lingered, her glance torn—lust, doubt, loyalty—and Ochaco's hesitant wave faltered, her eyes dropping.
Momo pulled Zion to a quiet corner, her hand warm. "They'll keep digging," she said, voice low, her Creation sparking a tiny blade, a reflex.
"We need to move faster, build our plan." Her trust was his anchor, her mind as sharp as her Quirk.
"Hmmm," he grunted, crude but focused. "No, it isn't the right time yet. We need more allies." His eyes on the game.
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