It is beg-inn-ing! Had a lot of fun with this chapter, don't know when the next one will be out because this was the last one I had kinda pre-written and I have to prepare to move, go back to school, and train a new person at my job before I leave (I'm so excited!) so don't expect the same amount of updates I've been doing previously because that even shocked me.

Hope you enjoy! We get introduced to new characters and bad things begin to happen, yayyy~

also, Chikuchi, Tsutsutaka, and Shinsou won't be getting a Class 1-C UA file because they're all canon characters.

SOMEONE MADE ME FANART AAA, I'M SCREAMING! Check out ah-jiing on tumblr for their absolutely gorgeous drawing of Medama! I'm in love with it! it's under the tag tasatsu medama if that helps anyone!

"Did someone clip it? I missed the stream!"

"Halo wasn't supposed to stream yesterday, was she? The next one was listed for tomorrow."

"She wasn't! It was completely unprompted-"

"-do you think-?"

Squeals .

"Oh, this is so cute!"

"Hey, this song can't be about anyone in particular! Halo has never done this before-"

"First time for everything."

"Oh, I wonder who it is!"

"Shut up! It's just a random love song! Halo can't be-"

"-oh, absolutely adorable and sweet. I'm so jealous. To have Halo sing about you, she sounds absolutely enchanted by them-"

"Do you think it's about that rude guy she mentioned in that stream a couple weeks back?"

"-must be someone special, I mean, who else-?"

"A real piece of work."

"No! I was supposed to find her and marry her!"

"The song is about me, guys, totally!"

Laughter.

" But- "

"This is such a sweet song, and Halo's never done something like this before-"

"They're calling it a surprise stream. We hope she does more!"

"-it still begs the question-"

"-who could Halo have a crush on?"

-0-

He's running.

His limbs feel like lead, they're impossibly heavy and they feel like they're weighing him down; keeping him from running at his full speed. But that doesn't seem accurate. It may have more to do with the fact that he's shaking in exhaustion as he rounds the corner, feet nearly sliding out from under him and the soles of his shoes skid across the concrete. His vision is blurry, slightly fogged from the early morning air and making it difficult and significantly harder to concentrate.

Hell, that wasn't even the worst of it, the worst is that his eyes are spotting and his side is screaming. A stitch forming with piercing pain, making his lungs stutter and his tongue feel cold and frozen, like a rock in his mouth.

None of it mattered.

The only thing that mattered was one foot in front of the other.

He'd run. Miles. As fast as he possibly could, unable to even stop to take a break, heart pounding in his chest and threatening to leap out. There's even a bit of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth- disgusted at himself, he wipes it against the sleeve of the hoodie he'd had tossed over his uniform- and the sweat is dripping into his eyes and-

His muscles and body ached, calves burning, and his head was world weary. Not just from today either. The exhaustion from yesterday had remained. To the point where his eyes were still heavy and desperate for sleep.

And he was late.

Shinsou doesn't stop. Won't let himself. Wishing that he'd grabbed his bike and taken the chance of someone trying to steal it-

(He wouldn't. Shinsou did not have many things that were his and that were… for lack of a better word, well-loved. His bike was kind of his most prized possession. It's why he'd never taken it to school before. Where bullies and assholes could get to it.

Deface it. Claim it for their own.)

-because it would've at least helped with the strain and stress of- of-

It's rather simple, admittedly, the how's and why's. And, yet, still, Shinsou just couldn't understand. Because he had slept in. How the hell had he slept in? Shinsou hasn't slept in since he was six and his quirk was still developing and getting stronger and even then it had been few and far between- it was just- it just hadn't been- ever since his quirk had come in it seemed… less and less physically possible for him.

(Quirks were well connected to a person's biology, physiology, and just general habits. Not so much that they may make a person stronger than another but definitely in that they affect their general, everyday life.

Especially those with neurological, mental, mind, brain-based quirks.

The brain was a delicate thing. And one easily affected.

It's why Medama has seizures, for example.

And it's why, for Shinsou, whose quirk is more mind than it is voice , and whose family history leans heavily into sleep based quirks on his father's side, well- gaining insomnia isn't so surprising. Chronic Insomnia even less so.

It helps, though, that his brain is wired to deal with it. That he can go far longer than a normal person without sleep and be relatively okay. Unfortunately, due to that fact, and the fact that he was over reliant on his body practically forcibly rejecting him from slumber, Shinsou just wasn't quite prepared to fall asleep and not wake up. It was just something that didn't happen because his body didn't know how to let himself sleep.

And this was bullshit. )

It's a testament to just how exhausted he had been.

And how he was paying for it now. Absolutely miserable.

First, he'd missed his alarm. Not a big deal. Shinsou didn't typically wake to his phone alarm. (Usually because he was awake before it.) Instead, he'd woken up to the lovely- note the sarcasm- couple that lived in the neighboring apartment screaming their heads off at each other because one forgot to pick up milk from the store or something equally inane and stupid.

(Vaguely, he wonders if, this time, the girlfriend will finally keep to her word and leave for good because he really wanted them to shut up and get over each other.

Shinsou did not like their drama.

It made him sick to his stomach and made his shoulders tense and anxiety pool into his gut.

And, yet, whenever they phoned the police about a domestic dispute, they never seemed to do anything.)

Shinsou had simply yawned, rubbing at his eyes sleepily and pajamas half rolled up, and went to go get breakfast. He was halfway through a piece of toast, still endlessly groggy and wishing he'd started the coffee pot earlier, when his mother came out of her home office and gave him a strange look.

He checks the time a second later.

And instantly feels his stomach drop.

Then, it had been adrenaline, fear- he missed his fucking train and had to jump on one that only took him part way- and then it was run- run- run-

(He had gotten into UA. He had gotten into UA . And he'd thrown it all away. They were going to expel him. Use this as an excuse as to why he wasn't worthy and finally get rid of him like the trash of society he was always told he was-!)

Shinsou doesn't pay much mind to the wall of people at the front of the school. Doesn't really notice the people trying to get his attention and shoving microphones in his face, just realizes that they're blocking his path and he's having to shove his way through and elbow and-

(Shinsou is partly aware of the hands grabbing at the back of his jacket and his arms, trying to hold him down. A quick flash of teeth and a glare has most of them letting him be on his way without much difficulty.)

He's so close.

And yet… and yet…

The thundering pulse of his own heartbeat in his ears begins to ebb away and his breath is heaving as his feet stutter to a halt.

"What is it like with All Might as a teacher-?!"

It's then that he first notices the cameras and microphones in people's hands. Reporters, his mind helpfully provides, finally booting up and registering his surroundings. Thankfully, none of them seem interested in him anymore. Not only for his aggression but he supposes a sweaty teenager with bags under his eyes wasn't all that interesting.

"N-No comment ."

It's a soft voice that catches his attention, brutally tiny and drowned by the loud chatter of reporters talking to their cameras or trying to gain interviews with other students they've dragged down or who are purposely trying to get the most attention.

"Can you please let me go? I d-don't like all the cameras in my face- "

Shinsou's first instinct is that it's Medama. That they've caught her in the camera's she doesn't like and she has nowhere to hide like before, when she'd used him as a shield.

"What does it mean to be taught by the Symbol of Peace-?!"

"I-I don't know! I'm not even taught- !"

It's not her.

For one, the voice is all wrong. While Medama definitely tries to be quiet, her voice isn't meant to be drowned out; this one is shy, nervous, and… scared . It doesn't have any of the same strength that Medama's did.

Second, as Shinsou pushes through the crowd, partly only able to do so because the cameramen fear their equipment being knocked loose and the reporters being afraid their perfect makeup and hair would get ruined if knocked over, she doesn't look anything remotely close to Medama.

Long, wavy blonde hair and long bangs that draped over her face and only revealed a single green eye. And small, wood… tree saplings growing out of the side of her head like horns.

Shinsou… couldn't help but think she looked familiar.

As in, he's pretty sure she's from his class-kind-of-familiar.

"Your- don't! Ow, y-you're hurting me-!"

"What Course are you in? Have you met him? Can you tell us-?!"

"H-Hey, p-please, I just wanna go to class- "

His face is blank. His breath is still coming out in wheezes and his lungs still burn. But he's taking a step back, away from the school, even though he knows the bell is about to ring and that he has, maybe, seconds before he'll be officially counted as late.

But something in Shinsou twitches.

In rage.

(They have their hands on her wheelchair, one of them is holding one of the locking mechanisms on one of the wheels in place, and the girl is scrambling to try and regain control.

But she's failing. Miserably.

This many people jerking her around, she looks like she's about ready to fall out of her seat and onto the ground. And she furiously digs the palms of her hands into the chairs wheels to keep them from making it even worse, even if the metal is squealing and pinching her fingers and drawing blood from scrapes.)

"So reporters are holding students hostage now," his voice cuts through the din; cold, articulate, absolutely pissed beyond belief because this was the last thing he needed this morning. "Can't say I'm surprised. I wonder what the public thinks, I sure hope you're still filming. Hope it's live too."

(Even if his quirk is centered around the brain, both his own and others, it still carries weight in his voice. It still cuts and catches and slices like a knife through others. Demanding attention.

Medama was right to be a little enchanted by it. To say that he would be a good speaker. It's because his voice is commanding, it was made to be , and even without direct quirk use it still spilled into every facet of his being.

Thankfully, it very easily helps to get his intent across without the need to say much more.

It's also what makes it clear that this , this is a threat .)

"A student-? Aa! So you'll answer questions about-"

The reporter is smarmy. He instantly wishes he could kick his face in. Disgust shows clear as day on Shinsou's face, the bastard doesn't seem to notice or care, sticking a microphone under Shinsou's chin- he wants to smirk. Because even half this guy's age and Shinsou is still clearly taller- and already demanding questions, as if Shinsou was planning to answer any of them.

The only good thing about this is that most of the cameras have turned away as others pale, noticing the whimpering student they'd harassed and assaulted.

And Shinsou's eyes flash, opening his mouth to say… something probably not good.

Thankfully, whatever he'd planned to say, he doesn't need to, because there's suddenly hero teachers on the scene- Snipe and Ectoplasm, muttering about how they hadn't realized there were reporters at this entrance too- and they finally draw the attention away from the students.

Well, almost all of them.

"You should be ashamed!"

Hands on his hips, Kiroku Eiga serves as an incredible distraction for Shinsou to slip away unnoticed, his quirk recording the masses- as he was legally allowed to do, given the passive nature of his quirk, as well as the fact that he hadn't entered UA private property just yet- and was making sure to get a good look at each of the reporters faces.

"Have you no dignity? You all are reporters, don't you have any morals-? Ethics-?!"

(Shinsou briefly wonders where he gained such passion for ethical reporting in the span of two days, given what he'd been up to with his quirk before, but he pushes the thought out of his head. He really doesn't care.)

Instead, Shinsou glances at the girl from his class. Who is shakily trying to roll her wheelchair away from the scene with bloodied fingers and bruises all up her wrists and knuckles.

"Th… Thank you."

He grunts.

The damage… doesn't look as bad as it had initially, at the very least. Though it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Most of it seemed superficial enough but he knows how it could've easily been worse.

Most of the bleeding seems to be coming from a cut on the palm of her hand to the crux of her thumb and forefinger, where it looks like it'd got caught on a sharp edge of something and been ripped open. It's not even a lot of blood but the scrape is unwarranted and undeserved.

(Kiroku Eiga is filming faces and he can already hear the lawsuits preparing to be filed by UA.

If it wasn't for the cameras rolling, he wouldn't have been surprised to find every reporter present rounded up like villains. But, then again- Shinsou thinks bitterly- they had a gorgeous reputation to uphold.)

She sniffs. And he winces.

"They wouldn't let me leave," she explains, even though she really doesn't have to, "and I-"

She can finally move again. And Shinsou awkwardly follows after her, unsure how to help or whether or not he could leave. Not knowing if it was even a good idea to speak or not given the… fits Chikuchi has been having the past couple days.

"Why'd you help me? I thought… I thought you only liked Tasatsu in our class."

Well .

She's not wrong.

Shinsou opens his mouth, closes it. His lungs are still struggling with every breath and he self-consciously realizes that he's been panting this whole time and he already knows that he looks like a complete mess.

"I know… someone who… can't walk. Not without help." He says carefully, trying to reign in his breath. It comes out in a quiet mutter that he wouldn't even be surprised if she misheard or straight up couldn't hear. "Figured you didn't like others shoving you around either."

Her lone eye widens in surprise and-

"Oh my! Look at what those nasty reporters have done to you!"

Shinsou decides it's high-time to take his leave as Recovery Girl makes her way over, an anxious blue boy that he also recognizes from their class trailing closely behind her. "I-I tried to get help as soon as I saw. Please forgive me , I wasn't fast enough-!"

And he makes it to class late.

Nearly ten minutes. But, then again, so do quite a few others due to the horde of reporters mobbing each of the schools entrances.

"Are you okay?" Medama leans over to whisper into his ear and he shivers, flinching away. "You came in all out of breath and-"

"Missed my train."

He growls.

"Oh."

She seems sympathetic to his plight and eyes the sweat dripping off his brow and the jacket he's stuffing into his bag. At least the morning had been nice and cool and so he hadn't sweat through anything.

She still lurches back in her seat though.

He didn't mean to snap at her, but he had. And instantly feels guilt well up inside and physically drooping, head near crashing onto his own desk as he buries it in his arms, eyes just barely peeking over them. "Sorry…" He mutters, honestly meaning it.

"Is cool. We all have our bad days."

It doesn't feel like it's cool. In fact, he doesn't like how Medama turns away and leaves him alone afterwards, the lack of talk gnawing at him until he feels progressively worse about it.

She didn't deserve that. Especially not after yesterday.

"Ikimaru Hisoo, right?"

He asks, instead, after a moment and watches her blink and finally turn back to him. He ignores the tension on Chikuchi and Tsutsutaka when they realize he'd asked her a question. He… couldn't care less about them right now.

"Yeah. He seems-" Medama doesn't say what he seems like and, instead, makes a wavy hand motion he doesn't know how to interpret. "I mean, unless you have any suggestions?"

He lets his gaze roam the room.

("Targets? Are they picking out targets for his quirk?!" Chikuchi hisses and is expertly ignored by Shinsou. She seems to find the possibility equally as ridiculous as it actually was. But, then again, who knew with her.)

There's a bunch of obvious no's.

Mostly for the simple reason that Shinsou knew next to nothing about the majority of them.

And there's some that Shinsou begrudgingly throws into a maybe pile, if only to stay a little positive today.

He's about to tell Medama that he doesn't have anything to add. Ikimaru is a good place to start as any, he supposes, before his eyes flick to the couple coming in through the door- one with her hands bandaged and the other worriedly fussing over her in an anxious display that was only kind of annoying but, helpfully, provided a name that was nowhere on his tongue beforehand.

"Komorebi Kiko."

...

...

Komorebi Kiko has known Tasatsu Medama for all of ten minutes. That timeframe is only slightly beaten out by Shinsou Hitoshi, who has an extra fifteen minutes on top of her, a fifteen minutes that Medama seems to be trying to blow out of the water with sheer enthusiasm and exuberance that is…

"...I-I mean, not that you have to tell me who your favorite is or anything? It just seemed like a good conversation starter and I- uhm."

Frankly, a little embarrassing.

"I love your horns! They're way different from mine but they're way cuter. Do you actually grow leaves from them? Do you make flowers?"

Her eyes flick over to Shinsou, who stands awkwardly behind Medama rubbing the back of his neck, and she's almost sympathetic.

"Or- Or is that rude? I-"

But, here's the thing, Kiko also can't help but find the nervous grin that's on Medama's face, the wild hand motions when she spoke, more endearing than they were anything else. So she helps the girl out. Because she clearly isn't great at small talk and looks seconds away from falling away into a flustered, stuttering mess. "...I can't actually sprout flowers, just leaves. The quantity changes based off of the season though, like a real tree."

"Woah. Really? That's pretty cool!"

Medama seems to fumble for a second, trying to figure out what to say next and Komorebi feels a smile bubble up and takes pity on her again.

"...did you hear the new Halo song?"

"Which one?"

"The one from last night."

"Last nights…" Medama hummed and Kiko blinked, she supposes that answers that question, she's humming the tune to it after all.

She flushes slightly, before glancing Shinsou's way. Or, Kiko assumes it's a glance, her head tilts towards him and everything. "Did you, Shin-sou? Or did you miss it? I'm not sure how late it was when you got back."

"I heard some of it." He admits, hand still nervously toying with the back of his neck. "I think I fell asleep part way through though."

"Oh ."

If Komorebi didn't know any better, she would say that Medama looked disappointed.

"Aa, Tasatsu-"

"Medama is fine."

"I-" Kiko blinks, and then blushes. "A-Are you s-sure? I- mean, I o-only just introduced myself."

"Yeah, I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't okay with it. I prefer it, even.

"O-Oh, um. Then, I suppose, I'm Ki-Kiko?"

"Haha! See, I told you Shin-sou! I wasn't the only one. It's not weird."

"It's weird."

"It's… a little weird, Tasa- Medama…"

Somehow, Kiko doesn't think this is how conversations are normally supposed to go. It seems too quick and Tasatsu- Medama too blaise.

Why, even Shinsou is frowning, the indigo eyed boy has his gaze towards the floor, briefly eyeing Medama before glancing back at Kiko with a slightly deepening frown. He doesn't seem very happy by the quickness of the introductions and subsequent demands of given names on Medama's part, at the very least, Kiko wasn't sure if she'd made it worse by offering up her own.

Oh, Kiko wasn't good at this. She just wasn't. And after this morning she was still just a wreck and introducing exuberant new people on top of that plus her morning savior was… Ah. She felt herself grow sweaty with nerves, fiddling with the bandages on her hands.

She hadn't expected Tasatsu Medama and Shinsou Hitoshi to approach her, especially not so early in the morning, when it was clear that Kayama had been called away to act as Midnight against the media surrounding their school, because…

Well, quite honestly. The two had a reputation .

Okay. One that may have been born from the nonsense that Chikuchi spouts on the daily and Tsutsutaka eats up like the word of God but still. It was a reputation.

They were an isolated pair from the class. She wasn't even sure if they'd been told about the Class President voting they'd be doing over the next few days or so- something that Mic-sensei had nearly forgotten to announce to them before they'd headed to lunch the day before because Kayama-sensei had forgotten to tell them. The two had already disappeared to who knows where.

Now, Komorebi didn't believe much of anything she'd heard about the two. Other than what Kiroku had said about Medama's quirk, maybe, but she doubted that Shinsou was a villain in disguise or that he was controlling Medama's every move.

...okay. So maybe she'd bought into it a little until this morning. When Shinsou had stepped in.

But she didn't now and-

And-

Well, Kiko was nervous.

She opened her mouth, hoping to provide anything that might keep the conversation rolling without the awkward tension in the air but-

"Love~ly students," Kayama-sensei interrupts in a glorious blaze of confidence, a seductive smile on her face as she leans through the doorway, eyes fluttering, "the reporters may have caused us an unfortunate delay but that's no excuse to keep me waiting, is it?"

That's as good an order to take their seats as any.

At least it kills the awkward atmosphere.

...

...

"Hey, Shin-sou? I know you… implied you listen to Halo, but do you like them?"

"Hm?"

"Are you even a fan of Halo? I kinda just assumed, since you said everyone was… Even if I don't know how true that is." Medama seems to scowl as she says that, looking slightly… annoyed. It sort of reminds him of when she'd been telling him he could be a daylight hero if he wanted, despite how- unrealistic they both knew that was. Medama didn't seem to care much about what was realistic or not. "Which, I mean, y-yeah, but you… haven't really mentioned it-?"

Shinsou shrugs, "I use her to fall asleep to."

"Ooh?"

"Yeah. Helps with insomnia."

"Oh !"

"Relaxing. I'm sure everyone else in our time zone does the same."

He doesn't know how she can go from annoyed and frustrated to looking absolutely delighted in the span of a couple seconds but she somehow manages to pull it off, her eyes lighting up and the dark rims only accentuating her smile.

"That's good! At least."

He grunts, going back to his work.

Pretending not to be glad that Medama hasn't scurried off to try again on Komorebi or Ikimaru during the free period of study Mic-sensei had given them, just before lunch. She's not really focused on the work at hand, only skimming her own text book and half sitting on his desk as he takes notes on his own, given the nature of her quirk- he doubts she even really needs to study. That or it's just the most boring thing ever for her.

-0-

"Are we all ready to go?"

"Yeah," there's a group nod, and the leader grins, giving them a thumbs up, "we're starting off simple, right?"

"You got it."

They hadn't stopped their efforts after school, not at all. Lying in wait for the girl to leave the campus and, just outside of the schools security cameras, they began their chase-

Unfortunately, she seemed ready for them, every single time.

(She ran. So impossibly fast it left them all in the dust.

She seemed to find every crowd to hide in, every nook and cranny and hiding place.

And then she just seemed to… disappear. They hadn't an explanation for it. Not really, even offering up the possibility of her quirk letting her escape didn't seem to help any, since they didn't know what it was. It almost seemed like she had experience- running from them. Because she never screamed and always seemed to be thinking two or three steps ahead of them. If not more.)

It was frustrating. But it'd also slowly brought their heads together. Because it meant that the Mind Control- the Brainwashing- whatever it was- was probably far more powerful than they had previously imagined, especially since she seemed so… lucid and aware. It was a dangerous villain they were up against, but all they had to do was snap the victim out of it and she'd be singing them praises to the teachers. Of how they rescued her, of how heroic they had been, and the villain would be out of the school and they would all have their hero placements pending.

"Let's do it. Plan A."

They eye the pair as they leave their classroom, the last ones out, ignoring the laughter that the girl let out and the grin on the face of that- that villain - It felt almost as if he was mocking them. And they secretly seethed.

...

...

Medama feels the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

It's paranoia.

Or… is it really? If they're actually out to get her?

The bell had rung. Signaling the start of the lunch period, Medama's mind had been on scenarios and conversation starters and awkward small talk that she hated, trying to think of ways to approach Kiko again or how to catch Ikimaru's attention without spooking him. A feat in itself, she was thinking. The vampiric blue boy that Medama had noticed, likely already a friend of Kiko's, was a jumpy dude who seemed to only have the firm instinct of flight and getting the hell out of dodge .

And Shinsou had pulled ahead, still weary from his run to school this morning and stuck on shaky legs, while Medama had been too caught up in her own head.

It's why he doesn't initially notice when she gets pulled back.

A hand gripping her elbow and nearly ripping her off her feet- because Medama may be on the taller side but she was also extremely light and skinny and that, unfortunately, made it all too easy for anyone bigger than her to manhandle her- as she went stumbling back.

"Hey, what the fu-?"

Cursing, cursing. Apparently she's not allowed to do it.

She leans back, face slightly twisted in disgust, as a finger presses against her lips in an attempt to silence her.

"Listen, we're going to help you. I know you probably can't respond to us as yourself but if you come with me then we'll be able to break the control he has on you." The grip on her elbow tightens and she feels her eyes twitch in pain, the guy has large hands and is all too unaware of the level of strength he's putting on her. "The hero teachers will be able to help once you speak up and-"

Now, all of this is said in the span of- maybe , three seconds, and, truth be told, she doesn't catch like half of it.

What she does know is that his voice sounds familiar. In a sort of spine-chilling familiarity.

(She's heard him shout after her. When all she could do was run-run-run.)

And the other thing she knows is: she does not want his finger anywhere near her face. So, she does what any sensible person would do in her place.

She bites him.

The resulting yelp is music to her ears.

"Get your hands off me!" She hisses, voice cracking in pitch and she quickly yanks her elbow free, stomping on the guy's foot with enough force that it surprises him into letting go. "Don't touch me ."

It's not an exactly impressive display.

But it does catch Shinsou's attention and he-

Indigo eyes fix a glare on the face of the guy who'd grabbed her. He doesn't make any move to say anything to the guy, but that doesn't seem to matter. The student freezes, pausing in mid lunge to try and grab her again and just… completely falters. Medama sniffs at the reaction and then turns on heel to rush away, trying to put as much distance between her and the student as possible.

He lets her go. Doesn't make another move.

And Shinsou reluctantly turns his back on him, following after Medama as she rounds a corner.

"It didn't work. She completely didn't listen."

He seethes where he stands, rubbing his throbbing finger and rage almost palpable.

"Next plan, we're doing this the hard way if we have to."

...

...

Medama bites her lip, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she ducks her head against the wall of the empty room they'd rushed into. It seemed to be some sort of Art Club for after school activities but that didn't matter, so long as no one was coming in any time soon.

"Oh, shi-" The curse is cut off into a small whine that she tries, and fails, to swallow. "It hurts."

She doesn't like to show when she's in pain, and usually she can ignore it. But her elbow is throbbing and her eyes are prickling with tears and she just can't hold it in right now.

"What happened? What did he do?" Shinsou asks, there's a harsh demand to his voice and she can see how concerned he is beneath the obvious anger and Medama forces down a whimper. "Your arm is…"

Shinsou sucks in a breath, sympathetically pained.

Her arm is bruised. A bright red color that is already turning purple and brown. The shape of a hand wrapped around her elbow made it clear just how hard she'd been grabbed. Tentatively, he reaches out a hand, he doesn't know why, maybe to try and help, but touching it would only make it worse and so he pulls back.

"Why would he grab you like that ? "

And Medama may not have known Shinsou for very long but she definitely knows this is something that would bring him immense guilt and so, with an experience she hates, she lies: "I-I don't know. I don't think he meant to. I think he has some sort of strength augmenting quirk and lost control of it and I-" She stutters, hissing as she wraps her arm around her middle. She sucks in a deep breath. Curses. " F-Fuck! "

She wipes her uninjured arm over her face, tears starting to drip.

And Shinsou feels something tighten in the pit of his stomach. "It doesn't matter if he meant it or not," he growls, frustrated, running a hand through his hair, "c'mon, let's take you to the nurse."

"R-Recovery Girl's quirk… isn't exactly known for helping bruises."

"Then she'll get you an ice pack at least. There were nurses before quirks, you know? They don't all have to have healing quirks." He snaps at her, and feels instant guilt roll over him. "S-Sorry, I- I'll take you."

"You're right. You're r-right. I- Sorry. I'm-" She squeezes her good hand over her face. "This is embarrassing."

The admittance is, well, it has Shinsou tilting his head as he helps her back to her feet. "There's nothing embarrassing about this. You were hurt."

She gives a wet laugh. "Yeah, but I'm crying. And I d-don't want anyone to n-notice-"

Her eyes are brimmed with red, it mixes with the darkness around her eyes and somehow makes it look like her tear tracks were a deep lavender color, rather than just the red of her skin. It's as sad as it is cute. And Shinsou bites the inside of his cheek, admitting that she has a point when it comes to not wanting anyone to notice. "I have… a hoodie that I wore this morning in my bag. If you want to wear it?"

"A-Are you sure?" She sniffs, fingers catching on her cheek as she peaks through them.

"Yeah."

"O-Okay then."

Shinsou quickly pulls out his bag, fingers grasping onto the old hoodie that he'd had for years. The purple jacket had large black buttons down the front and was completely knitted, the hood was floppy and was almost too big for anyone with a normal sized head but for Medama, who tugged it on and pulled the hood over to try and hide her face, it helped with her horns. She needed the extra room to fit it over her head and Shinsou is glad that he didn't care too much about the jacket anyways because her horns stretched through what small openings in the knit that it could find. Not bad enough to actually seriously damage it, but still.

It helped that it hung off of her. The sleeves were much too long for her arms and she had to tighten her hurt arm over the fabric to keep it from getting hooked under her skirt and ruffling her clothes.

It felt like a… to be cliché, it felt like a warm hug.

She never wanted to take it off.

"Thank you." She blinks furiously, trying to stop the tears from coming. "S-Sorry in advance if I- like, cry on it or something."

"Don't worry about it. Come on."

He doesn't really need to help her.

It's not as if her legs are injured. But he would feel incredibly guilty if he'd just left her to wallow. Besides, the moment he offers her his hand, she grasps onto it with a softness that has him not wanting to shake her free. Tugging her along down the hallway and over to where he knows the Nurse's office is, they get about halfway-

(And both of them try not to think about how they're missing lunch or that their stomachs, Shinsou's especially, are eating each other from the inside out.)

-when an alarm starts to ring throughout the school.

"That's…"

They both share a look.

"Level Three Security Breach-"

And Medama lets out a disturbingly wet giggle. "Today's just wild, huh?"

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CLASS 1-C UA FILES #2

UA Class File Class 1-C NO. 9

Komorebi Kiko

Age: 16

Blood Type: A

Quirk: Resistant Wood, Type: Emitter

Able to create and shape wood from her body, this wood is highly resistant to water and fire damage and cannot be easily destroyed. Unfortunately, it takes time to create anything other than a simple slab of wood within her immediate vicinity, and it takes an incredible amount of concentration to branch out. She is, however, incredibly adept at making small, quirk carven artworks.

She is from the Kanagawa Prefecture. Previously went to school with Mineta Minoru, Gaiaku Raizuma, and Kiroku Eiga. She is paralyzed from the waist down, it's implied that this is due to an accident.

Notable features a pair of saplings sticking out of the sides of her head, these saplings can grow and be reshaped, and cycle through the seasons like a normal tree would. She feels better rested when she has direct sunlight on her and is required to drink lots of mineral water. She is not close to Gaiaku Raizuma or Kiroku Eiga despite being from the same school and is currently friends with Ikimaru Hisoo. She is described by her classmates as shy and softspoken and does not like confrontation. Her test scores are average, however, she excels in art related course work.

UA Class File Class 1-C NO. 6

Ikimaru Hisoo

Age: 16

Blood Type: AB

Quirk: Beastial Stomach, Type: Mutation

Able to consume materials of almost any type and have it break down due to incredibly powerful stomach acid. When consuming things like metal, wood, etc. it gives him a stomach ache. Unable to consume chemical materials, especially not anything corrosive, and cannot consume dairy either without consequence.

He is from the Mie Prefecture.

Notable features are his dark blue skin, his darker blue hair, large, rounded ears, yellow eyes, stubbed fangs and the long tall with feathers on the end that he has. He is described by his classmates as skittish, nervous, and always afraid but has shown a surprising lack of tolerance for bullying of any kind. His test scores are often lacking and he is known to write in the correct answer before second guessing himself and writing a different one.

Also, yes, he has stomach powers and he is still lactose intolerant.