NeonHorizon: You're here for Shigaraki or you're here for Aizawa. Right? Which is it? Just curious. I like 'em both.

Hiyori felt the weight on top of her and was drawn from sleep by the sensation of being watched. Her eyes opened ever so slightly and then quickly closed again. She tried to remain calm, but it was difficult. This can't be real. It can't be real! I was rescued! Wasn't I?! So why…why is this…why is he…?

Three fingers trailed down the side of her face and the weight on her thighs shifted. Warm breath tickled at the girl's neck as he drew closer. Chapped, dry lips brushed over her skin as he continued to caress her cheek. "You look so…cute…when you first wake up," he mumbled. "I can't believe how cute you are. My type. You're exactly my type."

"T-Tomura…where…am I?" She opened her eyes again, knowing it was futile to try to pretend to be asleep now. A chill ran down her spine when she felt a fourth fingertip trace the curve of her cheek. Lips moved along her neck, traveling upwards and finally to her mouth. She felt his lips latch onto hers as his other hand pushed its way up her pajama shirt. His skin felt cold against hers and she started to squirm when his hand cupped her breast.

Turning her head to the side, she felt her heart racing at an impossible pace. "Where am I?" she repeated. There was a slight whine to her tone that made her stomach turn with disgust. How can I sound so weak?!

He leaned back a little, lips drawing back into a grin. "I couldn't let my support get away. I need you, Yori. There's no escaping fate. I…told you…that I need you to keep me going. And you need me. I'm your purpose. Why would I want to let my support go off with some other guy? You're mine. Forever."

Hiyori gritted her teeth, feeling nails dig into her skin a little. She soon felt his hand leave her face, pushing into her panties and cupping her warm flesh with three fingers kneading her sensitive skin. Her back arched subconsciously and she shook her head. "Wait…wait, Tomura!"

His crimson eyes widened as he stared down at her. "True love. It's true love. He can't have you. No one else can have you. My girl…my support…my princess…my Yori…" In that moment, all ten fingers made contact.

She snapped awake, truly awake, when she heard her name being shouted. The young woman jolted so violently that she was thrown onto the floor out of her desk chair. Thankfully, no one else was in the teachers' room besides the tall, thin man now standing beside her. "Ngh. Heh. How embarrassing," she muttered, running her fingers through her hair.

Yagi held out a hand to help her up, but she stood on her own and brushed at her hero costume. She was keeping her eyes averted, a pink hue on her cheeks. "You okay?"

"Hm. Yeah. I'm fine. No worries, Yami-san." She saw him raise an eyebrow and grinned. Pushing her hands into her pockets, she tipped her head back so that her amber eyes met his intense blue ones. "Yami-san," the woman repeated.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It's Yagi."

"There it is! Come on; you don't know how cute it is when you look annoyed. It's kind of adorable." The pale-haired woman frowned when he planted a hand on the top of her head. "Hm? What's this?"

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" She glanced toward the clock, seeing that her "boss" was most likely preoccupied with some sort of meeting. The first class of the day had yet to start. Hiyori had come to the school early with him to prepare for the day, but had been extremely tired from the previous day's activities.

The hand was taken off of her head and she took a step back, frowning. Stretching her arms over her head, the female hero felt herself waking up more and more. Her tail extended, stingers curling outward a little. That dream. I hope I never have a dream like that again. I don't think that I've ever been so afraid before in my life. If Yagi didn't come along, if I had stayed asleep, would I have died in my dream?

"Were you having a night terror?" He sounded reluctant to ask. As if he thought the question might somehow offend her. "You sounded like you were going to cry. And you said the name "Tomura". Were you having a nightmare about Tomura Shigaraki?"

Her stomach twisted in knots upon hearing this. She knew that he knew about her past. All of the teachers at UA had been informed of her past so that there would be no future misunderstandings. Despite this, she felt herself filled with anxiety at the thought of him knowing that she had been close with Shigaraki. "…yeah…" she finally admitted.

"You think he's going to try to take you again?"

She settled at her desk, sighing in frustration. Pulling up her hood, she closed her eyes and slouched in her seat. "He won't let me go. But I can never go back. You don't know, Yagi. You remember that thing? The Nomu. If I go back, I'll be torn apart by a bunch of things just like it. I'll be slaughtered…and there's no stopping it." Slouching even further, she started to scratch at her wrist. "I'm sure that's why I'm allowed to work here now; everyone knows that I can't risk being caught by the League of Villains again."

"You know that's not true. You're a good teacher. Even if you're a dropout and a wannabe. You do your best and you do a good job. I'm glad that you're here."

Hiyori tugged at her hood, half-grinning. "Awww, Yagi! You're making me blush! I forgot how cute you can be~"

"I said to knock that off," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again.

When Aizawa returned, the two walked to class together and Hiyori spent that walk trying to summon forth as much confidence as possible. "Why do I have to do this? They know who I am." She finally spoke up as they reached the door, her nervousness reaching a peak.

"They don't really know you," he pointed out. "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal for someone like you."

"What was that?" He moved quickly, pinning her back against the wall beside the door and planting a hand beside her head. Leaning down, his long dark hair brushed over her shoulder. "Do I need to teach you some manners?"

She squeezed her thighs together, heart racing as she felt warmth fill her body. "W-we're at work, you know."

"That's not a big deal for someone like me." Aizawa saw her eyes shift away from his and reached down, running his thumb over her bottom lip. He leaned down more, paused with his face inches from hers, and then pulled away. "Come on."

Hiyori bit the inside of her cheek, trying to calm herself down. It felt like an eternity before she was able to stop blushing and when she finally did, she found herself standing in front of the class. She was beginning to sweat a little, her palms clammy as she curled her hands into fists within the pocket at the front of her costume.

Putting on a grin, she pushed back her hood while simultaneously wiping the sweat off of her palm. "Okay! Let me try this again, but for real this time! My name is Mori Hiyori. I'm an ex-villain and your assistant homeroom teacher. My quirk is neurotoxic twintail and I specialize in ambush attacks and long-term infiltration. Any questions?"

Several hands raised and she tilted her head. "Too many questions~! How about two?"

"Were you really a villain?!"

"Are you a spy?"

"Are you and Aizawa-sensei a couple?"

"Are you and All Might a couple?! Did All Might make you decide to stop being a villain?"

What the hell? Do some of these kids really think I'm with All Might? Pushing up her glasses, she raised an eyebrow. "Do I seriously look like his type? I don't think All Might would go for a quiet nerd. Heh. Cute though. I wonder what that would be like~?" Hiyori snickered, feeling a glare directed at her. "Kidding. Nope. I decided to stop being a villain after I fell for Aizawa."

"That's so sweet!"

"So you are together?"

"That's enough. We have a class to lead, Mori. No more questions." Aizawa approached her side, lesson plan in hand.

Shift P.O.V

"Where is the man named Twice?"

Shigaraki looked up from his game, irritation instantly growing. By this point, Yori had been gone for a full day. She was not answering her phone and no one seemed to know where she had gone. This jerk thinks that we're some kind of social place. Why is he asking for Twice now? Yesterday it was Yori and now it's Twice. What's his problem?

"Twice is recovering. What is your business with him, Toxicity?" Kurogiri could sense Shigaraki's annoyance and was eager to get the man out of the bar.

"I have not found my daughter. Surely her boyfriend will know where she is."

"Twice is not involved with Yori that way."

"Oh, oh, oh! You want Dabi! Those two had a one-night stand so he's pretty close with her," Toga chimed in.

"Dabi? Alright then. Where can I find Dabi? What sort of man is he?" Toxicity turned away from the counter, amber eyes skimming the bar's other occupants.

Shigaraki gritted his teeth and was about to destroy his game, but stopped himself. A sigh left him as he set down the game and he turned in his seat toward the older villain. "Why do you care what kind of guy he is? You can't pretend like you care what kind of guy she's with. A villain or a hero. You don't really care at all. She was a bartering chip for you, wasn't she? Just a little game piece that you traded. She's more than that though. She's my support. She's my healer. I took her when you offered her up and I saw her worth. She's better than you'll ever be."

Toxicity's eyes narrowed fiercely. He moved as if to charge at him, but paused a few steps in front of the younger man. "I see. I have made a mistake in believing that my daughter would at least choose a strong villain. You are her boyfriend. Is that what I am supposed to believe?"

"You're obnoxious. And loud. How could you be her dad? I don't get it." He scratched his neck, glaring back at the man. When he stood, he reached to his pocket and withdrew a photograph of the man. All five fingers touched it and the photo disintegrated into dust, scattering at his feet. The silent threat worked and the older villain stepped back. "She doesn't want to talk to you anyway."