I don't own My Hero Academia! All rights go to Kōhei Horikoshi.

Shouta had woken up in a hospital bed. At first, he was willing to just lie there and get back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen. He could, after all, remember what happened before he fell unconscious.

A violent activation of his quirk.

It had been painful, but that seems to have receded. Though it did leave his eyes dry. He could feel it even with them mostly closed.

Opening them fully, he could confirm that yes, he was in the hospital, and yes, he was currently lying in one of their beds. Looking around at the sterile white, there were obviously a lot of childish designs. He guessed he was probably in a children's ward.

Sitting up, Shouta rubbed at his dry eyes, wishing he had something to make them less so. Hearing his door open however, brought his attention to the newcomer. Dressed in a white jacket, he could only guess it was one of the children's doctors. The doctor noticed him awake, and came over with a smile.

"Ah, little Shouta! I see you've awoken! Are you feeling ok? Anything hurt?"

Shouta blinked at the man. "My eyes. They don't hurt, but they're quite dry."

The doctor nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's to be expected. With such a violent quirk activation with the eyes. I'll see about getting you some eye drops for that."

The doctor then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Shouta, I've seen a lot in my days as a doctor, as you can probably assume. From what I've heard, you're a smart kid. I haven't been able to see your quirk for myself, but I've heard some er… reports on what it is."

Shouta nodded, letting the man know to continue.

The doctor squinted at his notes. "From what we've been told, the quirk affects both your hair and your eyes. The hair we can probably link to the reports of your father's telekinesis, and the eyes might be slightly linked to your mother, but more mutated. From this, we know your hair kinda 'flies' while your eyes glow red. Any of this seem familiar?"

Shouta thought back to the school. He could remember his hair almost moving on its own, and the pain in his eyes. Did his quirk really make his eyes red? Though he did hear a kid screaming 'demon' or something. That could be why.

"We have an idea on what your quirk is Shouta, and I must say it's interesting. We could do a bit of tests later to confirm, but we think it would do you better to take it easy for a bit first, maybe let your family come visit. They can take you home tomorrow, given no problems. Booking an appointment can come for a later date."

Shouta nodded. Pretty simple. Just stay a day, let parents visit, appointments in upcoming weeks. Perfectly alright with him. If only he could just go back to sleep now.

The doctor grinned and pat his head. "Well then, you must be tired. I'll let you go back to sleep. Your parents will be by later to see you."

Holding his hand out, the doctor let Shouta shake it. "If you ever need anything kid, I'll be in charge of that, just tell someone about a Dr. Huzou."

Shouta watched the doctor leave, letting the door close behind him. Not wanting to be bothered with being awake any longer, he plopped back into the bed and promptly fell asleep.

"Oi, wake up brat."

"Shouta, it's about time that you should get up. It's rude to keep sleeping."

Shouta blinked awake, and could make out two figures at the seats beside his bed. It didn't take long to guess who they were. Obviously his parents. So against every joint and muscle in his body, and the protests of his tired brain, he woke and sat up.

His mother frowned. "What on earth happened at school Shouta? Your father and I were quite annoyed to hear you got into some trouble. Then we hear that you've landed yourself at the hospital!"

His father put his hand on his mother's shoulder. "From what we've heard, it's a quirk activation. So what is it brat? What'd you get?

Shouta inwardly rolled his eyes. "I'm calling it erasure at the moment, doctors have yet to confirm that though. Part telekinesis with the hair, maybe more. Eyes glow red, erase quirks. Makes my eyes dry."

His parents frowned over that. Did they not like it? Well, according to what he last remembered at school, not many people actually did.

"Weak. How's that going to get you anywhere brat! What kind of quirk even is that! Sounds something that a villain would have boy!"

Shouta grew displeased at that. "You can't just go calling that a villain's quirk! A quirk doesn't even define a villain. It's the person themself!"

Shouta's mother pursed her lips. "Then show us."

"What?"

His mom stood up. "If your quirk as half as much of a hero's quirk as you say it is, then show us! Prove it brat! All this time and energy just to see our son's a failure!"

Growling, Shouta almost jumped straight out of bed, but kept himself seated. "I don't have to show my quirk to you."

"Enough!" Yelled his father. "You will show us this so called 'hero's quirk' and you will do it now or face the consequences!" His father's quirk began to levitate a few books around them in his anger.

Shouta flinched at his father's order and tone, but decided to keep up a glare. 'Well then, let's see how they like it.'

Shouta focused. He focused on only his quirk, and activating it. He focused on his eyes, and the glare he held at his parents. Feeling his hair move, and his eyes get a bit dryer, he knew it activated.

His parents knew as well. They flinched back at the flying black hair and blood red eyes looking at them as if he was looking into their very being. The books also came down with a crash, proving that the boy's father had his quirk erased.

"I-I-I- can't…" His father stuttered. "T-t-those eyes. The b-books."

His mother was already backing towards the door. "Those kids are right, you're a monster! No kid should have a quirk like this and look like that! And I've seen some crazy mutation quirks!"

Shouta watched his father help guide his mother out the door. "You're wrong… brat. That quirk of yours is a curse. Something favoured by villainy more than any hero. You're a failure Shouta. That quirk is a failure. Never, I mean NEVER use it around us. You won't like what happens otherwise."

Before Shouta knew what happened. They were gone.

Shouta had his quirk still activated, and he was still looking at the door. Why did he expect anything different? Of course he's still hated, even more so. A quirk can't change that. But a curse? A demon? Monster? Is that really what he is?

A villain?

Tears started to run down his face. He never cried, but today's the exception. He never looks anything but bored, but that cracks quickly too.

Covering his ears with his hands and bowing his head to pulled up knees, he sobbed freely. Small cries and sobs growing steadily louder. Before he knew it, he was screaming. Screaming nonsense, screaming just for screaming, and finally, he screamed for the one person who was kind to him when no other was.

"Dr. Huzou!" He scrunched his eyes tight.

"Dr. Huzouuu!" Hands shaking over his ears.

"DR. HUZOUU!" He wailed.

Dr. Kaname Huzou burst in the room, two nurses in tow. Even he was surprised at what he came in to see.

A young boy, hair flying wildly with his hands over ears. Sobs wracked the poor little body. Then, the boy turned to look at him, realizing he was no longer alone.

Dr. Huzou could only gaze into the blood red eyes of the other boy. Neither saying a word.

Though hearing one of the nurses gasp, Dr. Huzou started forwards. Coming up to the boy, whose sobbing was slowly steadying to a flow of tears Dr. Huzou fell to his knees beside the bed.

And pulled the boy into a hug.

Poor Shouta! Is his quirk truly one for a villain? Or can Shouta prove himself to everyone that it's the person who defines the hero? Does he also have a new supporter? So what role will our Dr. Huzou play in this story? Until next time, thanks for reading!