"Should we really be going ahead with the Sports Festival?" Snipe asked as he stood in front of Principal Nezu's desk.

"We need to show the public the strength of this school in the face of that which seeks to cause harm. The students need this as much as our image does so yes, the festival will go ahead."

"And what about the League kid, do you really think it's a good idea to broadcast him after what's happened?"

Although Nezu didn't look pleased with the 'League kid' comment he continued.

"I think that's the best thing we can do. If they see him confident and integrated into school society there's less chance they'll try anything with the boy because they'll know he's got protection this time. Plus, I think it's about time Shinsou gets the chance to let his hair down and show us all what he can really do."

"So he starts back here again today; got anything planned?"

"Just a small message to all the students about acceptance."

To say Hitoshi had anxiety about going back to UA would be an understatement.

Hizashi had let slip that morning that there was going to be a whole school assembly led by Nezu where they would be told to basically not be a dick to him, which in Hitoshi's mind seemed ridiculous, they had every reason to wanna' punch him considering he sold out the whole school.

Problem with doing a speech to everyone is that even if they didn't know they probably did now. People talk, rumours spread and then it's just wall-to-wall glares and snarks from that point on.

Plus his mutism wouldn't even allow him to say anything back so, there was that...

It was going to be great...

As Hitoshi suspected there were more than a few students who didn't agree with the forgiving nature the school had adopted towards him with most making their thoughts known as he walked down the hallway towards the 1-A homeroom.

He didn't want to think about the reason why he already knew where the classroom was, having spent a good ten minutes once trying to find something the League had needed but ultimately having come up short.

"Wow apparently they let villains in now!"

"You shouldn't be here!"

Was just some of the abuse hurled his way before…

'Crack!'

The egg trickled down his face before another was cracked down the back of his neck, sliding down into his uniform before laughter erupted amongst the small crowd responsible.

Hitoshi just kept going and soon enough reached the homeroom.

"Welcome to-" A black-haired guy beside the door began to greet before he stopped, clearly having noticed the state he was in.

A chair was shoved backwards at speed causing a loud scrape against the floor before Kacchan appeared in front of him.

"Hey..."

Hitoshi could barely look at him, shame heavy in his expression.

'FINE'

"You're not fine or you wouldn't have come here, now who did it?"

'I IN THIS CLASS NOW'

Kacchan's eyes widened before a smile came to his face. He reached up and began to scoop the egg into his hands.

Hitoshi tried to stop him but just got his hand batted away as he attempted it.

"I got it. Come on, we'll get you sorted out in the guy's room."

Hitoshi followed Kacchan out to the bathroom, taking his blazer off along the way to try and save it as much as he could.

Once inside his fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt but hesitated.

"Dude if you wait any longer it's just gonna' get eggier, come on."

Hitoshi exhaled before unbuttoning the shirt and slipping it off.

Revealing the scars and burns left behind by years of being captive to the League, and the enforcement bracelet from the police.

"Why's Deku never around when you need him for all this reassurance stuff?" Kacchan teased.

His joke had the desired effect as Hitoshi laughed.

He grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser before grabbing the clump of egg from his neck.

"There." Kacchan threw it in the bin. "I am going to kill them all, I swear to god."

Hitoshi tipped his head over the sink and brushed the egg and shells from his hair.

"Do I want to know what that bracelet does?"

'PROBABLY NOT'

"Will it hurt you?"

Hitoshi nodded.

Kacchan looked furious.

"Then why the hell is it on you?!"

'PROTECT EVERYONE'

"Protect everyone from what?!" He scoffed.

'FROM ME'

Kacchan was speechless.

"I hope you don't actually believe that. Please tell me you don't?"

Hitoshi didn't reply.

Kacchan cursed.

"Look, I don't care what anyone has told you on either side, you're not dangerous, I'm not scared of you, and I know you're selective mute but I would be perfectly fine with you asking questions too. You shouldn't have to be dealing with all this crap! And the police shouldn't be acting as bad as the League by putting that thing on you. Were Shouza and Hizashi okay with that?"

'NOT HAVE CHOICE'

"You're kidding?"

'NOT LET ME LEAVE CELL WITHOUT IT'

Kacchan looked ready to punch something.

'WE NEED GO CLASS'

"Yeah, we do."

He grabbed more paper towels and wet then with water.

"Here."

Hitoshi spent the next few minutes cleaning up before they both headed back to homeroom.

Zuku looked confused as he entered before a huge smile came to his face. As for the others in the class though, some of them looked less than impressed by the new addition.

Hitoshi sat down at the empty desk, which thankfully ended up being beside Kacchan's, and got out the supplies Yamada had bought for him.

It was going to be a long day.

After first bell Kacchan waited for him.

"You let me know if anyone says or does anything else okay. I'll deal with the bastards myself; no one gets to pick on you here, alright?"

Hitoshi nodded.

"Good, now come on, we got field practice."

'YOU HAVE'

"Don't tell me they banned you..."

Hitoshi rattled his bracelet.

"That has to be illegal."

'SO IS ACCESSORY TO ATTEMPTED MURDER'

"You didn't do that!" Kacchan retorted.

'I DID'

"So what does it do and what sets it off?"

'ELECTRIC SHOCK' Hitoshi signed. 'ALL TEACHERS HAVE REMOTE APPARENTLY'

"That's bullshit."

'GOES OFF AUTOMATICALLY IF I USE QUIRK'

"Nice to see the school endorses torturing kids. So what, they're allowed to treat you like shit and make you feel on edge the whole time thinking someone's gonna' set that off just to 'protect' us? How is that fair?!"

Hitoshi shrugged.

Arriving at the training facility Zuku was waiting for them by the entrance.

"You get lost?"

"Shut up, Deku."

Zuku laughed.

Sat at the side of the gym Hitoshi looked around at those in his class. They all seemed so confident both in themselves and with their quirks. Plus it was pretty obvious why they were in 1-A to begin with, their quirks were amazing.

Zuku started to walk over.

"Midoriya, we're not done here." Aizawa stated.

"I just... I'm not feeling too good." He fibbed.

But Shouta knew the actual reason.

"Go on then."

Zuku took a seat next to him.

"Hi."

Hitoshi gave a small wave.

"It must be weird 'cause like, it seems like it's your first day, but it's not 'cause you've been here for ages." He muttered. "But it's really cool to have you and I'm sure you're gonna' be an awesome addition."

'AIZAWA BROTHER YOU?'

Zuku nodded.

'NOT HAVE BE NICE CAUSE THAT'

"I- I wasn't." The green-haired kid scratched the back of his head with an awkward laugh. "I just wanted to be friends."

'WHY?'

"Because you're cool! Plus I've never met anyone with your kind of quirk, well aside from Shouza of course but his isn't the same as yours. That reminds me, what is your quirk?"

Oh, so that's what Aizawa meant when he explained ADHD.

'BRAINWASHING'

Zuku's eyes widened in awe as his jaw seemed to drop.

"Woah! That's so cool!" He exclaimed.

'IS IT?'

Zuku nodded eagerly.

"I'll write it all down in my notebook later. But what can you do with it? Do you have any limitations? How many people can you control at once?'