Reborn As Saitama In MHA - Chapter 38

[With how the story is, being that nothing can beat Hiroto, would you want to see more slice of life (SOL) or romance come up? Or should I just keep going with this pace and continue the story along, adding tidbits of SOL and romance along the way? Also, Harem or No Harem? Pick your poison.]

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Wrapping the night up, all the Nomu’s that were still alive were taken into police custody, while those that died were still taken into custody just in case they decided to somehow reanimate and start wreaking havoc again.

The next day the news outlets started going crazy, reporting about the havoc caused by the Nomu’s as well as the Hero Killer’s killing spree with his radical ideology.

However, there was one matter that was more focused than the Nomu’s or the Hero Killer. Turning back to the previous night, one the roof with the water tank, unbeknownst to Shigaraki and Kurogiri, there was a helicopter belonging to a news station that managed to film them.

It was a video of Shigaraki getting hit by a pebble and falling over in agony, screaming various profanities before shortly being whisked away by Kugoriri, leaving the news team stunned.

“Well, it would seem that those two managed to steal the spotlight, although I’m not sure if it was for the right reasons though.” Within Hosu General hospital, Iida said after watching what a news station said on TV.

*knock knock*

“Yo,” Hiroto’s voice entered the room, with the door opening to reveal him in his orange hoodie with blue jeans. Next to him stood Rumi, wearing a yellow shirt and jeans, looking disinterested and was daydreaming about something else.

“Hiroto!” Izuku greeted, followed by Iida with Todoroki nodding along.

Hiroto then gifted the 3 each a single banana, saying, “Here you go, get well soon.”

Rumi tapped Hiroto’s shoulder, saying, “You guys catch up, I’m going to see what the others are talking about.” With that, she left the room to the 4. Dragging a stool with wheels on the bottom, Hiroto sat in the middle of their beds as they started to recount the events from last night.

“You two don’t even look like a pair of mentor and student,” Todoroki said.

“We have more of a casual relationship, no need for all that serious mentorship stuff,” Hiroto said, peeling his banana and eating.

Izukus’s face went red as he stuttered and said, “Y-You t-two are in a r-r-relationship?!”

“What the hell are you on about? We’re friends.” Hiroto said, ignoring Izuku’s outburst. “Anyway, tell me what happened last night before I came.”

Outside of the room a few steps away, Rumi paused for a moment, her long ears twitching after hearing snippets of the conversation. Smiling, she then strolled away.

The three then went on to narrate the events before Hiroto arrived, from when Iida went off on his own to pursue the Hero Killer, then with Izuku coming upon him before sending out a distress signal to his classmates, with which Todoroki responded to and arrived shortly after.

“Didn’t you get the message?” Izuku asked him.

“Probably went to spam,” Hiroto said, not telling the truth, since he deleted his message the moment in came accidentally.

“You should have seen it, he was able to use our blood to enhance his own abilities,” Izuku said.

Hiroto merely replied, “That’s a weird fetish.” Then thinking to himself, ‘At least it’s not as bad as that one crazy chick.’

“I’d say… its a miracle that we’re still alive from that fight,” Izuku said, looking over his bandaged arms and leg.

Todoroki looked over his bandaged left arm, saying, “There were moments that he could’ve killed us in a mere instant, but he definitely let us live for some reason.”

Sitting on his stool, Hiroto wheeled himself across the room and picked up a newspaper left on a side table, glossing over the title.

[Hosu City Rampage – Villain Mastermind breaks own leg?]

Underneath the title was an enlarged photo of Shigaraki holding onto his left leg which looked to be crooked at an angle and Kurogiri supporting him. Below that was a headline that read;

[Hero Killer Arrested]

In that section, it went over who and what happened, but it mainly glossed over his arrest as though it wasn’t as important compared to Shigaraki’s performance.

Underneath was a picture of Rumi smiling widely after kicking a Nomu away, with a tiny corner of it having Endeavor behind them.

Todorki, with a banana in hand, turned to Hiroto reading over the newspaper and said, “There was no mention of us anywhere, it’s either they want to bury our contributions away or they did it to keep our identities secret.”

“You’re half right about that, woof.” A voice came from outside of the room as the door slid open to reveal Gran Torino, followed by Manual, Rumi, and a man with the head of a beagle coming into the room.

Hiroto turned to the 4 that entered the room, looking towards Rumi who merely shrugged and strolled next to him. Gran Torino, Manual, and the man eyed Hiroto for a moment longer, with gazes filled with curiosity and speculation.

The man with the beagle head introduced himself as Kenji Tsuragamae, Hosu’s Chief of Police.

As they were making small chatter amongst themselves, Rumi came next to Hiroto and whispered into his ear. “Nothing to worry about, just typical Hero politics.”

Hiroto nodded his head and listened in on the conversation, which was mainly filled with boring police stuff and about how being students they shouldn’t have involved themselves with the events from last night.

With that last statement, he turned to Hiroto in particular, about to say something but then refrained from doing so after getting a glance from Rumi next to him, spinning Hiroto around on his stool.

Hiroto closed his eyes and crossed his arm, then stopped the spinning and said, “So what you’re saying is that officially we never participated in the fight and were only wounded as side collateral.”

The room went silent for a moment, with Rumi leaning over to Hiroto once again, whispering, “You’re facing the wrong direction.”

Opening his eyes, Rumi’s stomach came into view. He then used his feet to slowly turn himself around, and said, “So what you’re saying is that officially we never-”

“You don’t need to repeat what you said. woof, and yes, you’re right. Without your hero license, it is illegal for kids like you to engage in any acts of Heroism before obtaining one, even if you are in training, woof. However, coming from me personally, I still have to thank you all for your actions in saving people and reducing the number of casualties that could have resulted from the events of last night, woof.” The Chief of Police, Tsuragamae said, bowing to the 4 students.

He then turned to Hiroto especially and said, “I have to thank you as well for your actions last night, woof. If it were not for you stopping those Nomu yourself, woof, I can’t begin to imagine the number of fatalities we would have had on our hands. The main issue is how to deal with this publicly. woof.”

Hiroto waved his hand and got up, saying, “Just say that it was Rumi, Grand Turismo, and Endy’s actions.” Walking to the exit followed by Rumi, saying bye to the group and leaving.

Izuku’s eyes widened immensely, leaning towards Todoroki and Iida and whispered to them, “He called her by her first name!”

Iida nodded with a thoughtful expression, while Todoroki narrowed his eyes, putting a hand on his chin as he went deep into thought. (Authors Note: It’s not BL, away with you fujoshi’s)

Walking side by side, Rumi turned to Hiroto and asked him, “You don’t mind having your achievements buried away?”

“Do you really think that they’re able to fully suppress last night’s events? I was practically hopping around town all night, I bet people probably recorded loads of videos of me from their phones and uploading them on HeroBook right now.”

Fishing out his phone, Hiroto quickly searched for something and handed it over to Rumi. On it was a video of Hiroto fighting the two Nomu’s within of the shopping complex. The quality was poor and shaky, probably from the fear of the person holding the phone, but nonetheless, no one could mistake Hiroto’s appearance, as well as him beating up the two Nomu’s.

Taking his phone back, Rumi said, “You’re going to start rising in popularity soon, and more people are going to recognize you even more. If you don’t want to be bothered outside, just wear glasses and a mask… and a wig.”

The corner of his lips twitched a moment, with him saying, “I don’t need a damn wig, just glasses should be enough.”

Rumi didn’t say anything, but her eyes gradually gravitated towards his head.

“What are you looking at?” Hiroto’s voice entered her ears, causing her to look away.

“Nothing. Enough about that, come here and take a picture with me.” Rumi said, wrapping her arm around Hiroto’s shoulder, pulling him close as she took her phone out, snapping a picture of the two with Rumi giving a wide grin coupled with Hiroto’s confused gaze.

“I’ll post this later on my page, you should probably make an account for your Hero stuff, separate from your private life,” Rumi added, saving the photo on her phone, also making it her background without Hiroto knowing.

“I’ll see.” Hiroto nonchalantly addressed. The two continued talking about random stuff, ranging from the events of last night and when they should return to Saitama city.

Unbeknownst to Hiroto, his phone that he left on silent had been going crazy with alerts and notifications from his classmates, parents, teachers, and friends.

He was in for a long day if he were to calm everyone down, especially two certain people in question.

[Authors Note: The whole long-ass conversation about being a hero and its politics blah blah was cut short.. I ȧssume that since you guys are reading an MHA fanfic, you already know about the politics behind Heroes.]