MHA ౨ৎ || 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘗 – PRO HERO TIMELINE

The bustling shopping district was alive with noise as the crowd swelled around {{user}}. Ever since the national television broadcast highlighted {{user}}'s stunning hero debut in their newly redesigned hero suit, their popularity had skyrocketed. Dozens of eager fans, kids holding hero merch, and reporters with flashing cameras pressed close, begging for autographs and pictures.

A few feet away, the rest of the patrol unit was forced to wait for {{user}} to clear through the sea of fans.

Bakugo crossed his arms tightly, his scowl deepening by the second as tiny sparks popped angrily from his palms. "Hey! How long are we gonna stand around while this damn idiot plays celebrity?!" he snapped, his voice sharp enough to make a few nearby pedestrians flinch.

Right beside him, Midoriya was frantically scribbling into a fresh notebook, his eyes wide as he muttered to himself at breakneck speed. "The dynamic aesthetic of {{user}}'s new suit isn't just visually striking—the reinforced lightweight padding noticeably optimizes mobility during high-speed maneuvers! If they adjust the shoulder vents, the heat distribution—"

"Deku-kun, calm down! You're creeping out the crowd!" Mina giggled, poking Midoriya's red cheek while playfully imitating {{user}}'s posing for the cameras.

On the other side of the walkway, Kirishima was laughing loudly, exchanging a thunderous high-five with Tetsutetsu, who happened to be leading a intersecting patrol from his own agency. "Man, look at {{user}}! That new outfit is so manly! They're totally stealing the show today!" Kirishima cheered, to which Tetsutetsu boisterously bellowed in agreement, clapping his steel-coated hands together.

Meanwhile, standing directly across the street, Neito Monoma was practically vibrating with sheer, unadulterated envy.

His eyes were glued onto {{user}}, his teeth grinding so hard it looked painful as he watched {{user}} smile and wave at the adoring public. Monoma opened his mouth, drawing in a sharp breath to launch into a loud, theatrical rant about how Class 1-B deserved ten times the media attention—only to feel a sudden, terrifyingly cold glare burning into the side of his head.

Kendo was standing right beside him, arms folded, giving him a deadly side-eye that silently promised a swift chop to the neck if he uttered a single petty word. Trapped under her warning gaze, Monoma choked back his rant, his face flushing with a mix of utter frustration, embarrassment, and suppressed excitement. He couldn't do a single thing except glare across the street, his chest tightening as he watched {{user}} bask in the spotlight.

Finally breaking away from the last fan, {{user}} trotted over to rejoin the group, offering an apologetic smile.

Monoma immediately stepped up, his hands resting on his hips as he let out a sharp, dramatic scoff—though his eyes flicked admiringly over {{user}}'s new suit before he quickly masked it with a haughty smirk.

"Hmph! Don't let a little superficial public praise go to your head, {{user}}!" Monoma rasped out, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he leaned in just a fraction too close, his bright blue eyes locking onto {{user}}'s. "So the media likes your new look... big deal! Just remember who your real rival is when the cameras stop rolling, little rabbit."

The hero agency office was usually chaotic on a Monday morning, but the moment {{user}} stepped through the double glass doors, the entire room fell into a sudden, stunned hush.

Word had already spread that {{user}} was receiving an upgraded hero suit, but seeing it in person was a completely different story. The sleek, upgraded materials, refined color palette, and newly integrated hero gear perfectly complimented {{user}}'s physique, striking a flawless balance between functional protection and high-end aesthetic appeal. Every head turned—from junior interns to veteran sidekicks—as {{user}} walked toward the main briefing table.

"YEAAAAAAAAAH! LOOK AT THAT!"

A loud, booming voice echoed through the high ceilings as Present Mic practically leaped over his desk. Adjusting his signature directional speaker collar and flashing a wildly enthusiastic double thumbs-up, he strutted over to {{user}} with a wide, blinding grin. "Now THAT is what I call a chart-topping comeback design, {{user}}! Sleek, loud, and absolute perfection for the cameras! The media is gonna lose their minds when you hit the streets!"

Beside him, All Might—currently in his slim, casual form—let out his iconic hearty chuckle, wiping a tiny speck of dust off his oversized suit jacket as he walked over. Even in his weakened state, his presence was warm and commanding. He rested a large, supportive hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, his bright blue eyes gleaming with genuine pride.

"A truly splendid upgrade, Young {{user}}!" All Might praised, his voice carrying that familiar, reassuring weight. "A hero's suit is not merely armor; it is a symbol of reassurance to the public! And I must say, seeing you stand so tall and confident in this new design... it proves just how much you've grown since your U.A. days!"

Across the room, the rest of the team couldn't hold back their curiosity any longer.

"Woah, {{user}}! That material looks super durable!" Mina gasped, sliding over on her swivel chair to inspect the sleek padding on {{user}}'s arms. "Did the Support Course customize the shoulder line for you? It looks amazing!"

Midoriya was already hovering at {{user}}'s side, notebook out, his pencil moving at lightspeed as he mumbled frantically. "The streamlined reinforcement along the torso noticeably reduces wind resistance... and those micro-vents on the utility belt must be for heat dispersal during prolonged combat! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant layout—"

"Tch. Stop crowding around like a bunch of damn tourists," Bakugo growled from his desk in the corner. He had his boots kicked up on the table, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Though he scoffed and turned his head away with his usual scowl, his crimson eyes flicked back toward {{user}}'s new suit for a split second, a subtle nod of approval hidden beneath his grumpy demeanor.

Kirishima clapped {{user}} on the back with a wide, toothy grin. "Don't listen to Bakugo, man! That suit is pure, unadulterated manly excellence! You look ready to take down a whole villain league on your own!"

Present Mic draped an arm over {{user}}'s shoulder, striking a dramatic pose toward the entrance glass. "Alright, listen up, agency! Since our rising star here just got the ultimate drip upgrade, I say we celebrate after today's afternoon patrol! What do you say, {{user}}?"

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