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To be honest, I had been expecting more from my first day. It was a shorter schedule than a normal school day, and it was dedicated to the welcoming ceremony… well in 1-A's case, outside performing fitness tests. We were the only class not to participating in any of the ceremony activities.

The transit stations had been packed as well. Not only were there U.A. students, but students from other schools as well. I forgot that most school systems started on the same day of the year. I had to cram myself into the farthest corner of the subway train and turn the music on full volume with the cheap headphones just to tune out the loud chatter of all the energetic people. The poor elderly people next to me were probably genuinely concerned with the fact a young girl was blasting Hollywood Undead into her ears.

Without remembering when or how I got there, I found myself at the door to my current home. I say current because Master has Tomura and I constantly relocating for security reasons. We've been at this dump for about a year, which means it's probably close to time to move again. We have never called any place home for more than eighteen months at a time depending on how active the league is.

The door creaked open to reveal Shigaraki sitting on the couch across the room. Kurogiri was standing, as usual, behind the bar.

Why does every place we live at seem to have a bar?

"There's our little traitor," Shigaraki leaned forward as he scratched his neck, the dead hands missing from his person, "How was your first day of acting? Find anything interesting?"

"It's just my first day Tomura," I dropped my pathetic looking bag near the door, heading towards the couch, "I'm not going to find out the all the big deets on the first day. I got some basic stuff but nothing else."

Tomura looked irritated, sighing as he scratched his neck faster.

"But you would never guess who my homeroom teacher is." I gave him a smirk, hoping to pique his interest. An agitated Shigaraki was not a good Shigaraki.

"Oh?" Shigaraki stopped scratching momentarily to look at me as I clambered onto the couch next to him, hugging my knees to my chest in slight excitement, "Is it the great and famous All Might?"

"No, I definitely wouldn't have classified that as basic stuff if he had been." I noticed the disappointment start to appear in Shigaraki's eyes at the fact All Might was not my homeroom teacher, "It is however an acquaintance of mine from a few weeks back after our last money run… Eraser Head."

That definitely caught his interest. He stopped scratching, leaning back into the crook of the couch as he looked at me again.

"That… that is something." Shigaraki laughed lightly, "Did he seem to recognize you?"

"I doubt it. He isn't the type to just let things slide, he would have confronted me." I relaxed my legs, resting my head against the couch as I gave a small smile, "He is definitely strict though, threatened to expel someone on the first day. I really don't see half the class being able to survive him. Rumor around the student body is that he expelled his whole class last year after the first day."

"Eraser Head could pose a threat to our plan if he were to decide to expel you." Kurogiri spoke up, that mention of the mission failing causing Shigaraki to scratch at his neck again.

Stupid Kurogiri…

"I've gotten this far, no way in hell I'm going to let myself be expelled now." I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his remark, "As long as I keep my academics average and make sure not to stand out, the rest of the class will get any of the negative attention and consequences. Keep my head down, stay unnoticed, I know guys."

"Good, we can't afford for you to screw up. This is going to be big." Shigaraki grinned, "The hero society will never know what hit them! Everyone will know who the League of Villians are, we will be the sign that people don't have to hide in the shadows anymore, they won't have to be restrained by the rules of the hero world!"

"Do you… do you really think we will make it this time?" My voice was hopeful. The league had failed too many times, suffered too many setbacks. We needed to make it this time. Shigaraki needed to succeed.

"Eh?" He frowned at me, "Do you not trust me Kyana? After all this time? Do you not believe in the power of the League?"

He had that gleam in his eyes that I knew all too well, which told me he had a terrible day before I had even walked through the door. He was stressed and I was what would decide the mood for the evening no matter how minor my words or actions were. I hadn't noticed, and if I didn't fix it soon, he was going to lash out.

"No-o-o, it's not that… its, its just," I stuttered, mentally kicking myself as I did so.

"Master Tomura," Kurogiri tried to turn his attention away from me, "Your getting worked up again, perhaps we should convene…"

"No! I get to decide what happens Kurogiri, or maybe I should just turn you to dust!" Tomura snapped at him.

I immediately wished my quirk was invisibility as Shigaraki turned his red eyes back towards me, an aggressive emotion growing inside. I may not have been the true cause of his anger, but I was about to be the one he took it out on.

"Let's go, kid." He laughed darkly as he used four fingers to grasp the hair at the back of my head, "I think maybe I need to give you another reminder of where your loyalty lies, just incase being undercover in that stupid hero school has gotten to your brain already."

Shit shit shit shit shit….

I gave a frantic glance for help to Kurogiri. To my dismay as always, he ignored my silent plea, finding something else that needed his attention.

Probably another stupid glass needs cleaned. I'm not as important as a shot glass.

I let out a yelp as Shigaraki yanked me off the couch by his hold on my hair, pain immediately spreading through my scalp. I knew better than to resist him. This would end up much worse if I fought back.