Waking up and getting ready for school was horrid. Getting dressed was like soft-core torture. If it were any other day, Kurogiri would bring me hot pads and ice and let me lay on the closet floor for what would feel like eternity. If Shigaraki was feeling guilty (not that he would admit it), he would actually let me sleep in his bed. It wasn't like he slept in it anyways. Almost anyplace we moved into had a couch, which would immediately become Shigaraki's chair, bed, etc.

Dumbass making me go to school.

"How in the ever living fu…"

"Language miss Kyana." Kurogiri annoyingly cut me off.

"How am I supposed to cover this up?" I rolled my eyes, as my voice rasped out, gesturing to my face.

I definitely couldn't afford makeup, and Shigaraki was no way in hell stealing that for me. With the one black eye on the left side of my face that spread up to my temple, a split (and partially bruised) lip, the bruise on the lower right side of my cheek and the deep hand shaped bruises around my neck that had small cuts from fingernails at the end, I looked like I had been dragged behind a moving vehicle.

"You have always been creative Kyana. I'm sure you will find a way." Kurogiri slid my aviator sunglasses on my face as I winced in pain.

Kurogiri moved back, allowing me to take in my image in the bar mirror. I slightly frowned, growling in irritation at the fact my lip hurt while doing so. I took the hair tie out of my hair and attempted to cover part of my face with my bangs. A very pathetic attempt. I pulled my neck gaiter up just below the bridge of my nose and sighed.

"I look like I'm a victim of collateral damage from a fight with the number one hero, and sound like someone who has drunkenly screamed rock songs all hours of the night after chain smoking." I pulled a dark maroon beanie over onto my head, hoping to keep the hair that was hiding the bruises in place.

"An unfortunate situation indeed miss Kyana." Kurogiri hummed in agreement, "You must be leaving soon or you will be late to your assignment."

I rolled my eyes as I groaned in pain from slinging my bag onto my shoulders.

"I look more like the night I escaped Eraser Head than ever before. If he didn't recognize me before, he definitely will now."

"I advise you be careful. Shigaraki would be furious if this mission were to fail. Especially after all the pawns are in place."

You don't freaking say…

"Going to crash this train before it even leaves the damn station…" I muttered, "Could you at least be slightly helpful this morning? Maybe… warp me close by to the school or something?"

I could hear Kurogiri sigh at me but was internally relieved as a warp gate appeared next to me. Moving in anyway hurt like a bitch.

The tingling sensation of going through the warp felt more like tiny pinpricks due to the state of my body. Look around, I found myself surprised Kurogiri actually got me this close to U.A. I was technically only two side streets away from the main road leading up to the school.

Slipping on my cheap headphones, I zoned out of my surroundings to the sounds of AWOLNATION for my brief walk. The sun was obnoxiously bright, my sunglasses barely helpful in the matter at all.

Why does it have to be so bright outside all the time.

I focused solely on the undertones of the music, only becoming more aware of my surroundings as I approached the entrance of U.A. Thanks to Kurogiri practically warping me to school, I was way earlier than expected. Removing the transit time and distance to walk to school left me an hour and a half early again.

It continued to amaze me how large the school was as I walked through the gates.

Did they originally design it this big with high expectations or did they expand the size of the building over the years as the school standards grew?

Arriving early definitely had it's benefits. That is the fact that there practically wasn't anyone around. I could see a couple teachers here or there through out the grounds, but student wise… there was no one, and it wasn't like I knew any of the teachers besides Eraser Head. So the chances of them approaching me for one reason or another were slim to none.

I stopped at the homeroom entrance and pulled out my phone to pause my music. I could hear conversation between two people inside that was muffled by the door. I stood there for a moment, debating heavily if I should go in, or just find a random closet or dark corner of the school to hide in until closer to class time. I really really don't want to socialize or get close to anyone today.

My body was already hurting and tired from the short walk up to the school. Making the extra effort to walk anywhere to seclude myself until the start of class sounded too exhausting to attempt. I gritted my teeth at the slight ache in my upper body that grew as I slide open the large class 1-A door, halting the conversation inside completely as the two people focused on my entrance into the room.

"Hasanai…" The voice of the one person I definitely didn't want to focus on me, broke through the short silence, "An hour and a half early again?"

Not trusting the strength of my voice, I looked down slightly at the ground and nodded my head in response.

"Again?!" Oh god another familiar voice… "Don't tell me you have another over-achiever in your class Eraser!"

"Mic…" Aizawa sensei groaned, "Your too loud as always. Hasanai while today is acceptable since you are already here, please don't make arriving early a habit unless absolutely necessary."

I nodded my head once again, before awkwardly making my way to my seat at the back of the classroom. I could feel the two of them looking at me from across the room.

A low whistle pulled my attention away from starting my music again as I looked up at the two pro heroes. Present Mic gave me the same relaxed grin one would see on his posters as shot finger guns at me.

"Hey little listener! As much as your vibes look killer chill, you really need to remove all that extra fashion ya hear? Not exactly following that plus ultra dress code!" His voice was waaaay too cheerful.

I cocked my head at him as if signaling a question. Surprisingly Aizawa sensei seemed to pick up on it.

"Glasses, hat, mask. Off." He put bluntly, "I let it pass yesterday, but not again. You are expected to follow dress code like the rest of your peers."

I let out a quiet sigh as my brain began running at hyper speed. I could feel the light increasing thud in my chest as I thought of a response.

What do I do, what do I do. Mother trucker… damn it Kyana think before you blow it. Who else wore something out of dress code?

I felt like my two teachers were staring at me forever as I racked my brain for a response.

Doesn't anyone else wear a mask… mask…. Mask…. The multi-arm guy! What's his name? Showi? Shoki… Shoji! Shoji!

"Shoji gets to wear a mask." Jesus my voice sounded raspier than I was hoping for.

"Shoji has documentation from a medical professional." Aizawa sensei continued to give me an emotionless stare.

"Umm… I have a … medical reason." I already knew as I said it, that it was a weak answer.

"Do you now?" Aizawa looked unamused, "I assume you have documentation to support this claim."

Fuck fuck fuck.

"It's more of a really strong… preference."

"We do not cater to preferences miss Hasanai." Now he looked completely annoyed, "Everyone follows the same guidelines. Your teachers have asked you to follow these guidelines and you shall follow them or leave. I will not hesitate to expel you, and I will not ask you again."

"Sho, don't you think your being a little harsh." Mic raised an eyebrow at Eraser before glancing back at me.

"Not in the slightest." He retorted easily, "Hasanai do not waste my time."

Bite the bullet, bite the bullet. This mission is completely over if I'm expelled.

I felt myself deflate as I let out a sight of defeat. I avoided each of their gazes, focusing on my desktop as reached up to remove my hat, sliding my headphones down to rest against the back of my neck in the process. I could feel my fingers trembling as I placed the aviators on the desk and pulled down my mask.

I felt someone near me unexpectedly, slightly scaring myself as I looked up to find my homeroom teacher only a few inches away. His eyes felt like daggers as they ran across my face. It was like I could feel the energy he released change from one of an annoyed teacher, to that of a hero's.

How the hell did he get over here this fast?

"Listner, care to explain what's going on?" Even Mic looked serious as he too joined Eraser by my desk.

My eyes shot back down to my desk as I attempt to physically hide the anxiety and panic I could feel radiating from my soul. I couldn't find any words to correct this situation, resulting in me nodding no in response. I was screwed and Shigaraki was about to have my head on a swivel.

"Hasanai," I looked up at him and felt a slightly shiver run down my spine as his serious eyes bores into mine, "I need you to explain this to me."

I'm dead.