Overwatch system in Mha

The newsroom buzzed with controlled chaos, the faint hum of computers blending with the chatter of reporters and producers. Cameras adjusted, lights flickered on, and the familiar jingle of the evening news played softly. The anchor, a poised woman with sharp features and a calm demeanor, straightened her notes as the countdown ticked away.

"And we're live in three... two..."

The broadcast opened with a somber tone. The anchor's expression turned grave as an image of Lucio's parents appeared on the screen—a smiling couple frozen in time, now the center of a tragedy.

"Good evening," the anchor began, her voice steady. "Tonight, we revisit the heartbreaking events that unfolded at the Kyoto Gala two nights ago. As investigations continue, the deaths of esteemed philanthropists Marcelo and Elena De Costa have sent shockwaves across the nation. Their son, Lucio De Costa, remains a central figure in this tragedy, his whereabouts unknown."

The image transitioned to grainy footage of the aftermath, the gala hall reduced to ruins. Emergency responders moved through the chaos, their faces etched with urgency.

"Authorities have been tirelessly working to piece together the events of that night," the anchor continued, "but as of this morning, Lucio De Costa was still missing."

As she spoke, a notification flashed on the teleprompter, prompting a slight hesitation. A new update.

"Breaking news just in," she announced, her tone shifting. "We've received confirmation—Lucio De Costa has been found. The thirteen-year-old is reportedly safe and currently under the protection of Japan's premier hero academy, UA High School."

The newsroom erupted into activity as the anchor maintained her composure. A new image filled the screen—Lucio, flanked by All Might, Mirko, and Eraserhead, their expressions resolute as they shielded the boy from the camera's glare.

"In a statement released moments ago, government officials assured the public that Lucio is in the safest place possible, under the care of Japan's top heroes. UA, known for its unparalleled security, has become a fortress for the boy in the wake of these tragic events."

The screen cut to a short video clip—a social media post from Lucio's account.

In the video, Lucio sat in a quiet room, his face pale but composed. His voice, though small, carried a strength beyond his years.

"Hi, everyone," he began, his words measured. "I know a lot of people are worried about me. I just wanted to say... I'm okay. All Might, Mirko, and Eraserhead found me. I'm safe now, and I'm with people who are protecting me. Thank you for caring, and... I'll be alright."

The clip ended, replaced by the anchor's steady gaze.

"While questions remain about the circumstances surrounding his parents' deaths and Lucio's role in the events that followed, one thing is clear—this young boy is at the center of a story that is far from over. We will continue to provide updates as this situation develops."

The broadcast cut to a commercial break, leaving the newsroom in a flurry of motion as producers scrambled to follow the breaking story.

In homes across Japan, viewers sat glued to their screens, their minds racing with questions. Lucio De Costa was alive—but what came next was anyone's guess.

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(??? Pov)

The room was cloaked in shadows, the glow of the monitor screens the only source of light. The air was heavy, filled with an unsettling quiet that mirrored the calm before a storm. The employer leaned back in their chair, their eyes fixed on the frozen image of Lucio's video post.

The faint hum of a notification echoed in the room, drawing their gaze to the sleek device on the desk. A message from Widowmaker.

"Currently unavailable."

The employer exhaled softly, a trace of amusement crossing their face. "Unavailable? No matter. There are always... alternatives."

From behind them, a figure emerged from the shadows—Dr. Kyudai Garaki, his hands clasped together in a calculating manner.

"Sir," the doctor began, his voice a low murmur. "Shall I contact her? Or perhaps deploy another from our network?"

Before the employer could respond, a deeper, commanding voice cut through the room.

"No need," All For One's voice resonated like a sinister tide, filling the space with his palpable presence.

From the corner of the room, the dark figure of All For One stepped into the faint light, his imposing form casting long shadows on the walls. His mask reflected the dim glow of the monitors as he approached, exuding both authority and malice.

"The heroes may think they've gained the upper hand, but this development is to our advantage," All For One said, his tone calm and calculated.

The employer straightened, their respect evident. "They've taken the boy to UA. He's safe under their watch—for now. What is your plan?"

All For One turned his gaze toward the monitors, where Lucio's determined expression remained frozen on the screen.

"Let them have their moment of victory. UA's resources will be stretched thin—protecting the boy while preparing for the inevitable. And All Might... he will need to name a successor soon. That is where we will strike."

Dr. Garaki's lips curled into a thin smile as understanding dawned. "Ah, two objectives in one. We monitor Lucio and All Might's chosen one. Two birds, one stone."

All For One nodded, his movements deliberate. "The boy's parents had a vision—a global network of heroes. Overwatch, they called it. That vision threatened to disrupt the balance of power, and so they were removed. But the boy carries that spark, and if it ignites, it could complicate matters."

The employer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And if it doesn't?"

All For One's voice was laced with quiet menace. "Then he will serve another purpose—bait for All Might's successor. Either way, Lucio De Costa is a pawn we can use."

Dr. Garaki chuckled softly, the gears of his mind already turning. "Shall I prepare our resources? Perhaps test UA's defenses with a small... distraction?"

"Do so," All For One replied, his tone cold and unyielding. "But tread carefully. For now, we observe. Let the boy believe he is safe. Let the heroes believe they have won. And when the time comes..."

He turned, his shadow stretching across the room as he retreated into the darkness.

"...we will remind them how fragile their peace truly is."

The doctor and employer exchanged a glance, a shared understanding passing between them as the room fell silent once more. Outside, the city lights flickered against the night sky, unaware of the storm that was quietly brewing.

The pieces were moving, and the game was only beginning.

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(Asa's pov)

Asa leaned against the kitchen counter, the soft hum of the refrigerator filling the silence. She sipped her tea, the warm steam curling around her face, when her phone buzzed on the table. Glancing at the screen, she saw Aizawa's name flashing. With a sigh, she set her cup down and picked up the call.

"Shouta," she said, her tone edged with mild irritation. "What's the situation now?"

On the other end, Aizawa's voice was as monotone as ever, but there was an undercurrent of finality in his words. "The problem child's your responsibility now."

Asa blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"You heard me. Lucio's staying with you," he continued, his voice unyielding. "Until he's ready to attend UA full-time, I need you to train him. Combat, strategy, control—whatever he needs to survive the chaos around him."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're just dumping this on me? What about the faculty at UA?"

"He's not ready for UA's environment," Aizawa replied, his tone sharp. "He needs someone who can ground him, someone who understands his... unique circumstances. That's you."

Asa opened her mouth to argue but stopped as she caught movement in the corner of her eye. Kiriko, her 13-year-old daughter, was peeking around the doorway, her fox ears twitching with curiosity.

"Who's the problem child?" Kiriko asked, stepping fully into the room with an innocent yet mischievous grin. "Is it me?"

Asa waved her off. "Go back to your room, Kiriko. This is an adult conversation."

But Kiriko wasn't having it. She hopped onto a stool at the counter, resting her chin in her hands. "No way! I want to know who needs training. Are we talking about a training montage? Because I'm so in!"

Aizawa's sigh came through the line, clearly audible even to Kiriko. "I can hear her. Is she always this excitable?"

Asa shot her daughter a look, but Kiriko only grinned wider.

"Fine," Asa muttered into the phone. "I'll do it. But don't expect miracles, Shouta. This is going to take time—and patience."

"You've got both," Aizawa replied bluntly. "I'll send over his files. Good luck." The line clicked off, leaving Asa holding the phone in stunned silence.

Kiriko clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is going to be awesome! You're like, his sensei now, right? Can I help? I'll train too! We'll do cool moves, and I'll make sure he doesn't slack off."

Asa groaned, rubbing her temples. "Kiriko, this isn't a game. This is serious."

But Kiriko only laughed, bounding off the stool with energy that Asa could hardly comprehend. "Yeah, yeah, serious. But I'm still calling it—training montage!"

She darted out of the kitchen, her tail swishing behind her as she disappeared into the hallway. Asa stared after her, shaking her head.

"Problem child, meet chaos child," she muttered under her breath. "This should be fun."

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(Mindscape of lucio)

The void of the mindscape stretched endlessly, a serene but surreal place where Lucio and Steve often met. It was quiet here, with only the faint hum of energy coursing through the atmosphere, a reminder of the connection they shared.

Lucio stood, his posture tense, as he glanced around the mindscape. He could feel Steve's presence before he saw him—a calm, reassuring weight in the back of his mind. Turning, he found the man standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his expression as composed as always.

"You look worried," Steve said, his voice steady but kind.

Lucio crossed his arms, his gaze shifting downward. "Yeah... I guess I am. I've been thinking, Steve. About... everything." He hesitated, his thoughts jumbled. "You've seen my memories, right? Just like I've seen yours?"

Steve nodded, taking a step closer. "I have."

Lucio sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Then you know what Japan could face. Villains, chaos... The stuff I've seen in my memories, it's like the world's on the edge of falling apart sometimes."

Steve's face remained neutral, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "I do. And you're right—it's not going to be easy. But it's not impossible either."

Lucio's brows furrowed. "And then there's you. In your world, I'm... I'm just a video game character, right? So, what does that even mean? Are you stuck here? Does that mean you'll never go back to your world?"

Steve paused, considering his words carefully. Finally, he shook his head. "To my knowledge, I can't go back. This is my reality now—our reality. And honestly?" He met Lucio's gaze, his tone firm. "I don't think I'd want to."

Lucio blinked, surprised. "Why not?"

"Because there's too much at stake here," Steve said without hesitation. "I've seen what you want to do, what you can do. And I've seen the world you're trying to protect. It's worth fighting for. Besides, I've got goals too—goals for the both of us."

Lucio tilted his head, curiosity overtaking his initial doubt. "Goals, huh? Like what?"

Steve smiled faintly. "Like making sure you don't burn out trying to save everyone alone. Like helping you figure out how to build something bigger than yourself—a legacy that lasts. And like making sure you get the chance to live, not just survive."

Lucio stared at him for a moment, the weight of Steve's words sinking in. Finally, he nodded, a small but genuine smile forming on his face. "Yeah... That doesn't sound so bad."

Steve took another step closer, his presence steadying. "But to make all that happen, we need to be on the same page. No more second-guessing, no more hesitation. We've got to become one, fully."

Lucio hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. The thought of merging completely was intimidating, but he could feel the truth in Steve's words. "You're sure about this?"

"More than anything," Steve said. "Together, we're stronger. And trust me—this world is going to need all the strength it can get."

Taking a deep breath, Lucio looked back up, his resolve firming. "Alright. Let's do it."

Steve extended a hand, and without hesitation, Lucio took it. As their hands clasped, the mindscape began to shift, the energy around them intensifying.

"From here on out," Steve said with a small smile, "we're not just two people sharing a body. We're a team—one mind, one purpose."

Lucio grinned, the uncertainty melting away. "Then let's get to work."

The mindscape shimmered and faded as the two of them merged, their shared determination blazing like a beacon in the darkness.

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(Lucio's Pov)

The clock blinked 4:00 AM when Lucio heard the soft knock on his dorm room door. He groggily blinked, disoriented for a moment before pushing himself up from his bed. His headphones were still tangled around his neck, and his mind still floated in the haze of sleep. But the knock came again, more insistent this time, pulling him back to reality.

"Lucio, it's time," came the voice of Yamagami-san, cool and commanding. Lucio shook himself awake, rubbing his eyes as he dragged himself to the door, opening it to see her standing there.

Asa Yamagami, dressed in a sleek black ninja outfit that matched the late-night setting, looked like someone who had just walked out of the shadows of a myth. Beside her stood Kiriko, also dressed in a matching black training outfit, her face set with quiet determination.

"Get your stuff," Asa said, her voice steady but with an unmistakable urgency. "We're heading to Mount Hijiri. You'll be training with Kiriko for nearly two years. Pack light, but make sure you have everything. We leave now."

Lucio stared at her, still processing what she was saying. Two years? Training with Kiriko? In the dead of night?

"Wait, what?" Lucio blurted out, confused and still waking up. "Two years? Right now?"

"Mom's right," Kiriko added, her tone light but with the hint of a playful grin. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us, Lucio. You're gonna need all the training you can get."

Lucio groaned inwardly but nodded. He was still half-asleep, but the sudden rush of excitement was starting to set in. He didn't know why, but something about the idea of training with Kiriko made him feel oddly motivated.

Before he could respond, a muffled noise came from the corner of the room, and Lucio turned to find Aizawa, of all people, half-hidden behind a stack of spare clothes. The sight of his normally serious teacher bundled up in a sleeping bag on the floor, trying to hide, made Lucio jump in surprise.

"Aizawa-sensei?" Lucio stammered, unable to contain his bewilderment. "What are you doing here?"

Aizawa, his eyes still half-closed and his voice muffled from inside the sleeping bag, looked up, unfazed. "I was watching," he muttered, adjusting his sleep mask. "You've got a quirk to train, too, kid. I saw it last night. Don't slack off."

Lucio blinked, trying to understand what Aizawa was getting at. "You—uh, you saw my quirk?"

"Yeah," Aizawa responded, still laying there like it was the most normal thing in the world. "You have potential. If you're going to train with Yamagami-san and Kiriko, I guess I won't stop you. But you'll need to focus on that quirk of yours." He paused for a moment before zipping up his sleeping bag and sinking further into it. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Don't make too much noise."

Lucio stood there, blinking, a little dazed by the strange interaction. Aizawa was always full of surprises. But he was right—he needed to focus on his quirk. There was no denying that.

As Yamagami-san and Kiriko waited by the door, Lucio shook off the surprise and grabbed his backpack. His mind raced as he packed, knowing he was about to embark on a training journey that could change everything. He'd never had this kind of focused, long-term training before. But for now, he had to trust Yamagami-san and Kiriko.

Just as he was about to head out, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. Kiriko was humming, the melody of a song Lucio had written echoing through the room. "You're really gonna make this the soundtrack of your training?" she teased with a grin.

Lucio blinked and turned around, catching her finishing the melody of what had become known as "Mr. Frogger"—his Spotify handle. His face flushed slightly. "Wait, how—?"

Kiriko smiled slyly, clearly enjoying his reaction. "I know your music, Mr. Frogger."

Lucio groaned, his face growing redder. "Great. Just great."

As the trio of them headed out, Lucio couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a long, strange journey ahead. He was leaving the comforts of UA behind for the wilderness of Mount Hijiri, ready to face whatever training Yamagami-san and Kiriko had planned. And maybe, just maybe, he'd become something greater than he had ever imagined.

The path ahead was uncertain, but Lucio knew one thing for sure: it was his to take because the world has fragile Peace.