The 1-A dorms were silent, the only sounds coming from the occasional creak of the building or the soft rustling of leaves outside. The clock struck midnight, marking the deep hours of the night when everyone was fast asleep. Mirio Togata, clad in a black jumpsuit to help him blend into the shadows, crouched by the outer wall of the dorms. His usually cheerful demeanor was replaced with one of focus and determination. Tonight wasn't about smiles or encouragement—it was about a covert mission. Mirio {whispering to himself, smirking}: "Alright, let's get to work. Permeation, don't fail me now." With a deep breath, he activated his Quirk. His body shimmered briefly before slipping effortlessly through the solid wall, emerging into the main hallway of the dorms. The darkness was no obstacle for him; he knew the layout by heart. He moved quietly, his steps silent as he approached the door to Izuku Midoriya's room. Stopping just outside, Mirio tilted his head slightly, noting the dorm's unusual placement at the end of the hall. Slowly, he phased through the door and stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer size of the room. [Transition] The interior was unlike any other dorm room in the building. It was enormous, with tall ceilings, sleek furniture, and walls lined with bookshelves packed with titles on everything from strategy and philosophy to advanced Quirk theory. A large, minimalist desk sat near the window, and a perfectly made bed occupied one corner of the room. The entire space exuded an air of meticulous organization and understated luxury. Mirio {whispering to himself, impressed}: "Wow, this place is massive. Did Nezu design this just for him? It's like a CEO's office in here..." He spotted a stack of notebooks on the desk, each labeled with precise handwriting. Mirio resisted the urge to peek inside, reminding himself of the mission. Carefully, he pulled out several tiny listening devices from his pocket. He began planting them around the room—under the desk, behind the headboard, near the bookshelves, and even tucked into the corners of the curtains. Mirio {thinking, focused}: "Sir Nighteye would want full coverage. If Midoriya really is connected to All For One, we need every advantage we can get." As he placed the final bug, Mirio's attention was drawn to a small framed photograph on the desk. It showed Izuku as a young child, standing between his parents. His mother, Inko, smiled warmly, while his father, a tall and intimidating figure, maintained a neutral expression. The resemblance to All For One was subtle but undeniable. Mirio {thinking to himself, frowning}: "No wonder All Might is so worried... He even looks like him." [Transition] With the last bug in place, Mirio stepped back, giving the room one final glance to ensure everything was in order. Satisfied, he activated Permeation again, phasing back through the walls and returning to the outside of the dorm building. Once he was safely away, he pulled out his phone and opened a secure messaging app. The group chat with Sir Nighteye, Gran Torino, and All Might was already active. He quickly typed out a message. Mirio {texting}: "Mission complete. Bugs planted in Midoriya's room. Will monitor for any suspicious activity. Operation Evil Son is a go." A few seconds later, responses began to appear. Sir Nighteye: "Excellent work, Togata. Keep us updated." Gran Torino: "Good. Let's see if this kid's as innocent as he pretends to be." All Might: "Thank you, young Togata. This is hard for me, but it's necessary. Please, be careful." Mirio stared at the screen for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly. Despite his usual optimism, the weight of the mission pressed heavily on him. He put the phone away and leaned back against the wall, staring up at the starry sky. Mirio {thinking to himself}: "I hope we're wrong about him, All Might. For everyone's sake." With a deep sigh, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving the quiet dorms behind as Operation Evil Son officially began. (Sorry for the short chapter)