Izuku swallowed heavily as he looked at the results of the exam.
Written test: 94%
Physical exam: 24 villain points and 30 rescue points.
He had done it, he’d been accepted to U.A.
I did it mom, he thought, silent tears streaming down his face. I’m going to be a Hero.
…
Shota Aizawa was tired.
It wasn’t a new development, and probably wouldn’t change anytime in the foreseeable future, but at this very moment, his tiredness could be blamed on one individual in particular.
All Might.
When Nezu first told them that the Number One Hero was going to be joining the teaching staff at U.A. Shota nearly spat out his coffee, and would have if not for the fact that it would have wasted perfectly good coffee. The reveal of his smaller form also came as a surprise, but in truth it did make sense. No one ever saw All Might getting groceries, and it was pretty hard to miss an extremely buff seven-foot-tall man. There were just some people you couldn’t miss.
So now not only were they going to be dealing with a new teacher with zero experience handling kids, but the added press of All Might being at the school gave Shota a headache just thinking about it.
“The school year hasn’t even started, why do you already look like you want to commit homicide?”
He looked up to see Nemuri leaning against his desk, a turtleneck and jeans replacing her iconic Hero Costume. There was no need for her to wear it in the sanctity of the teachers lounge, not to mention that there weren’t even any kids in the building at the moment.
“Just thinking about what a pain this year is going to be.” He groaned. “We’ve got the blond idiot joining us, and I can already tell this year’s class is going to be a nightmare.”
She raised an eyebrow. “This soon? I thought we got a decent batch. Quite a few of the kids were impressive during the entrance exam.”
Shota took a sip of his coffee. “The entrance exam is flawed and you know it.”
Nemuri didn’t argue. “We work with what we’ve got.” She said with a sigh. “You’re not the only one who’s pissed though, I seriously can’t believe that Nezu let Minoru Mineta join U.A., much less the Hero Course.”
“It wasn’t completely up to him.” Shota reminded her. “The board pushed hard for him to get in, his family donated a lot of money.”
Nemuri slammed her hand against his desk. “That doesn’t excuse the fact that he has had several sexual assault and harassment claims made against him! Even if his school tried to cover them up they’re still there.”
Shota gave her a look. “You know what Nezu’s doing, don’t you? The brat’s in my class, so the second he does something inappropriate I’ll boot him. If he does it on U.A. grounds in front of a teacher than the board won’t be able to refuse us expelling him. Not unless they want a media shitstorm.”
This seemed to temper the full on rant that had been brewing within her. “I still wish we didn’t have to play this stupid game.” She said, wrinkling her nose.
“And I wish All Might wasn’t going to be teaching here, but we can’t always have what we want, now can we?”
“I know that.” She playfully swatted him. “What do you have against All Might anyway? You seem particularly aggravated over his appointment. How can you hate the Number One Hero?”
Shota rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate him, I just think it’s illogical to have him teach with us. He’s got no experience and we’ll only become more of a target.”
“Even if we have All Might joining us, what’s the worst that can happen? We’ve always been a target for villains, we’ve dealt with it before and we will again.” Nemuri said resolutely. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”
Famous last words.
…
Hitoshi Shinsou tried to hold in the tears that threatened to spill down his face, the symbol of U.A. disfigured as he crumpled the letter. What were you expecting? A voice that sounded suspiciously like his mother hissed. Why would they accept someone like you into the Hero Course. All you’ll ever be is a villain.
He clenched his fists.
Stupid exam. Stupid Quirk bias.
He looked at the darkening sky.
I’m gonna need some shelter before it starts raining.
…
Fifteen minutes and one soaking shirt later, Hitoshi managed to get to his usual spot. While the abandoned warehouse wasn’t the most ideal place for a teenager to be living, he still preferred it over going back there. As musty and dirty as this place was, at least it didn’t smell of booze and bad life choices.
It was as close to a home as he got, or at least, it usually was, when there wasn’t someone else on his couch.
It had taken him three hours to haul that thing from the lawn front he’d found it from, and there was someone just casually lying there.
“Who are you?” he demanded, striding toward.
The body jolted out of what he assumed was sleep and the figure fell off the couch.
Good. Hitoshi thought vindictively.
As they quickly scrambled to their feet, Hitoshi got a better look at who was invading his space. Messy dark green hair and a smattering of freckles filled his vision as the boy who looked to be around his age met his eyes.
“Fuck.” The boy said.
It was a short and somewhat relatable response, and enough to let Hitoshi take control.
Intelligent green eyes went blank as the boy became a virtual doll.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Izuku Midoriya.” Came the robotic answer.
“Why are you here?”
“I needed a place to stay. I don’t want to have to stay at the youth shelters all the time and I figured I could just crash here.”
“Could you not tell someone was already living here?”
“I just figured I would scare them off and take it as my own.”
Hitoshi blinked in disbelief. This…small child honestly thought he would have been able to scare of the person living here. It could have been a full-grown man or villain for all the other boy knew. What the fuck?
“Why do you need a place to stay?” Is he like me?
Though it shouldn’t’ve been possible, Hitoshi somehow felt a great strain on his connection to the boy, as if something was trying to make his mental bond break.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
He should just make the other boy leave and forget this ever happened. That would be the smart thing to do, the safe thing to do, there was literally no reason for him let the other boy stay.
“If I let you go and let you remember what happened, would you…” Hitoshi can’t believe he’s doing this. “Like to stay here with me?” Oh my god he shouldn’t’ve done that. He should not have done that. Why would someone, much less a complete stranger, want to live with someone who had just Brainwashed them? He should just order the boy to forget this, yes, that’s what he should do. Hitoshi opened his mouth to fix this fucking mess that he’d gotten himself into because he was so goddamn lonely-
“Sure.”
What.
Hitoshi looked into the brainwashed boy’s eyes. “Repeat what you just said.” His voice didn’t crack, damnit.
“Sure.” The boy said obediently.
“You don’t care that I’ve used my Quirk on you? Or what my Quirk is?”
“No.”
The strain on his mind came back, doubling in strength. Hitoshi winced as he struggled to maintain his connection to the other teen.
“Are you going to hurt me in any way if I let you go?”
“No.”
That was enough for Hitoshi, who released his hold on the shorter boy’s mind with a hiss. He didn’t know what that was, but whatever it was, it had hurt. It had felt as though a sledgehammer had been pounding against his head with a vengeance.
The blank look faded from-what was it? Midoriya’s eyes as the teen straightened. “That was a weird feeling.” Hitoshi tensed at the boy looked directly at him. “What’s your name, new roommate?” Now that he was in control of himself, his words had a slight accent to them.
God, this was so strange.
“Hitoshi Shinsou.”
And odd curved smiled came to rest on Midoriya’s face. “It’s nice to meet you Shinsou.” He held out his hand, scars running over freckled skin.
Hitoshi clasped it, his larger hand practically swallowing the other boy’s.
“Likewise.”
…
Somewhere in a poorly lit bar, Tomura Shigaraki sat, scratching his neck as though it had personally offended him.
“Want to destroy him.” The pale man muttered at the news channel which had just shown the Number One Hero himself winning another battle. “I’m going to destroy him and this stupid world.”
Kurogiri merely watched the other cautiously, ready to transport any of his precious glasses in case Shigaraki proved to be…particularly unstable tonight.
“All in good time.” Came a soothing voice from the tv. “We will make them pay, don’t you worry. After all, I’ve made just the right tool for you to destroy All Might.”
Shigaraki perked up. “Really, Sensei? You did that for me?” the pure reverence in his voice was rare to hear.
The screen chuckled. “Of course Tomura, you are, after all my successor.”
An unsettling cackle ripped itself free from Shigaraki, hands pausing around his neck for a moment.
“Yes, yes, it will be glorious.”
The Villain looked towards the news channel, glee clear to see.
“Glorious.”
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