NOTE So... season 2 (I'm still screaming because the episode with Shinsou's first appearance comes out Saturday) Shame I'm way past what'll be happening there. THERE'S ANOTHER NOTE AT THE END, PLEASE READ IT END OF NOTE

Heroes had a lot more power than he thought. Maybe him being so young helped the deal they worked out with the police. Izuku didn't care. Getting sent to prison was a bad idea, considering his mom was supposed to visit him in a day. She had to delay it further, and when she spoke to Izuku on the phone, she apologized profusely for it. Izuku was fine with it. He's not sure he could deal with a face to face confrontation yet. His thoughts were still all over the place and that emotion rush wouldn't help.

Some way or another, the heroes managed to get him out of the typical prison sentence usually given to villains who worked like he did. Even if he was never in the field save for one time, the sentence was still pretty long.

The conditions that he had to work with was the real shock.

X

"You're to live within the newly made Class 1A dorms. You won't be allowed off the campus without some kind of chaperon, either a responsible student that we approve of or a teacher. In exchange for what we're doing for you, you do these," Aizawa explained the day after their first meeting. He waved one of Izuku's notebooks in the air before dropping it on the bed Izuku was still in. "All you'll be doing is giving advice on quirk usage and maybe a few other things related to what you did for the League."

Izuku stared blankly at his old notebook. It was one that had been stashed in his bag when he fell. He glanced back up at Aizawa. The man patiently waited for a few seconds before sighing and yawning.

"You have until Friday to decide, so two days," Aizawa said. "Think it over, weigh your options, whatever. You can roam around campus but all activity will be monitored, and you're only allowed in the hero departments and cafeteria. Hero students'll be following you around, too, so don't even think about trying anything."

As the pro-hero left the room, Izuku went back to staring at the notebook. It was a joke right? Nothing just happened like this, especially to him. It was too perfect, too planned. If he really wanted, he could probably escape and make a run for the League... What were they even doing now?

X

"Why do you care about a lowlife like him?" Shigaraki hissed. Sensei's shadowy figure seemed the slump with a sigh. "He's a worthless successor! YOU HAVE ME WHAT DO YOU NEED HIM FOR!?"

"Tomura!" Sensei snapped. The gray haired man visibly winced and stepped back. The other League members watched in shock. Sensei never raised his voice, and while Shigaraki was obedient, he never just backed down like that. "This is not up to you!"

Dabi's eyes widened a fraction as Shigaraki's shoulders hunched over and he curled in on himself. That was surprising. Dabi felt somewhat disappointed that Shigaraki was just a child on the inside, through and through. He hoped it had been some kind of front or just a part of his personality, not the entire thing.

Himiko fidgeted next to Dabi. Her hands played with the hem of her sleeves and she glanced around the room frantically. Kurogiri was eerily silent, just watching Shigaraki get yelled at. A few of the others from the attack on the mountain camp were there, too. They lurked on the edges of the room like Himiko and Dabi, and all were trying their best to ignore the situation. They all understood that if Shigaraki was like that, then he was a lot more temperamental and more likely to lash out without a second thought.

It didn't feel the same without Deku there, Himiko had figured that out the second they all got back and settled in their new establishment. Deku provided a balance to Shigaraki's tantrum and mood swings. He was calm where Shigaraki destroyed cups or chairs, and always pushed back whenever the gray-haired man tried to take advantage of a situation through fear. He was the first to attempt to be friendly with new recruits, and most had grown to like him on the simple fact he wasn't a "hardcore" villain. He didn't have a dark and brooding or dangerous look about him.

He acted like someone eager to make friends and wanting to help. A lot could easily tell that some part of him still wanted to be a hero, but they didn't question it. Deku had also made it clear that they could butt into each others business all they like, however, they were to respect his boundaries.

Overall, he just conducted himself in a more organized way that reflected on the members of the League. He was the brain and common sense, if you want to put it that way. His demeanor contrasted so sharply to Shigaraki's violence, it was almost a relief to have him walk in the room and disarm whatever situation was happening.

On the surface, Deku was just a high-school student. Your average person who just might have fallen on the wrong side of the law. During first interactions, almost all of the newer recruits had thought the same and treated him as such. They treated him like a kid who was far below them in levels of skill, someone they wouldn't glance at twice.

Deku was dangerous, though. They all respected him for a few reasons, but a part of it was definitely fear. Few had seen just what Deku made in the lab in action, others had heard him reciting results to Sensei during their occasional meetings, but most had just seen his notes when they planned strategies. Not all of them were about quirk properties and their weaknesses and strengths.

The parts that put them all on edge were about how to completely and utterly make a quirk useless, because they knew. They knew that somewhere, in one of those many composition notebooks, was something like that for their quirk and on how to make it null and void.

"We will be retrieving Deku from UA," Sensei announced after a minute of tense silence. Shigaraki stayed quiet. "He is a valuable asset to the League, and we rather not have what he does be used against us, not would we?-" mumbled agreements rose from the recruits "-Exactly. Shigaraki Tomura, you will have to accept that Deku does do very helpful work and is a possible successor. You both are good candidates, and you will wait for me to decide before you jump to conclusions. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Sensei," Shigaraki said, low and slurred.

"Very well," Sensei sighed. "Await further instructions. Without our key strategist here, we'll have to be very careful with planning."

The screen clicked off and heavy silence settled over the room. The tension was almost suffocating as everyone waited for Shigaraki to lash out. Surprisingly, he didn't get a chance.

"We... We will get Dekkun back, right, Kuro?" Himiko piped up. She frowned and her eyebrows drew together. The smoke man simply hummed non-commitally. "He's part of the League, we have to!"

"He has always wanted to be a hero," Dabi murmured. Himiko whipped her head around to look at him. The man just shrugged. "Maybe he's getting the chance."

Himiko let out a feral growl at him before marching out of the bar, door slamming behind him. Kurogiri turned to the other recruits and dismissed them all. One by one, they began to trickle out until it was only Shigaraki, Dabi, and Kurogiri in the bar.

Shigaraki let out a shaky sigh, straightening up. He cracked his neck and scratched at it, making low noises of poorly restrained frustration. Kurogiri then excused himself and teleported away. The gray-haired man glanced around the room to make sure it was really only him and Dabi. Once that was confirmed, he rolled his head to the side to look at the other.

"Do you really think that's the case?" he asked. Dabi went back to looking disinterested and shrugged again.

"I mean, Sensei said it himself," Dabi drawled, waving one of his hands almost dismissively, like it would get rid of doubt. "We wouldn't want the stuff Deku did being used against us. The heroes probably realized just how valuable that type of things could be."

Shigaraki hummed lowly. "If he does try to betray us, we should kill him," he said. Dabi was silent for a few seconds before nodding.

"Even Sensei would have to agree with that," Dabi sighed. "If he's valuable to us then he's valuable to them."

The gray-haired man started laughing. Cackling and giggling, Shigaraki moved his hands up to scratch at his face, itching at his jawline and cheeks. Dabi frowned but wrote it off as another one of Shigaraki's outbursts. He strolled out of the bar without a goodbye, just closing the door quietly behind him as Shigaraki's laughing increased. It got crazier and crazier until it all just stopped with a long sigh.

Shigaraki looked up at the ceiling, grinning maniacally.

"Who will know otherwise if he's already dead?"

X

NOTE This might end up being the end of the story for a while. I have a few ideas that might carry it on and make it more about how Izuku would adjust to new circumstances.

Thank you everyone for reading, even if you're just picking it up now. For my first time really putting effort into a fanfiction, I'm happy with the final product. Thank you for ALL your support with this story through reviews and favorites and whatever else.

I'm not going to mark this story as complete, but until further note take this as a HIATUS or long break until either I find a way to continue or I just decide that this is actually the end. Once again, thank you all so much, it was fun writing this. END OF NOTE