Half an hour before Subewāta awoke…

"Ands that's how it all started.", Naomasa added, finishing his explanation to the boy's discovery and the ensuing mayhem that followed.

The entire table went quiet, taking in and absorbing the information given to them. All For One, the most destructive and vile villain in the history of mankind had a son, one who shared his father's quirk or quite possibly an evolved form of it thanks to the boy's possible mother. This was a very difficult situation. The boy was now revealed to the world and his efforts in fighting four top pros and almost beating them would most certainly have a negative effect on the hero community. Plus people are going to demand who the child was. There had to be a compromise.

"I say send the boy to Tartarus with his father. Now doubt he was raised to hate heroes and the related pieces of society with every fiber of his being. Otherwise he would have found relief in his discovery.", added one of the politicians.

"Agreed. We can try to rehabilitate him but it would be up to the boy on whether or not he wants to change."

Many at the table made sounds of agreement. Nezu on the other hand, was in deep thought while listening to the continuing conversation, most of which was a debate on sending the boy to prison or having him go through rehab to change his way of thinking and shy away from villainy.

"What do you think Nezu?"

All eyes landed on the hero academy principal. The mouse-bear-whatever faculty member have a hum as he carefully looked for his answer. A small smirk grew as the rodent piped up and everyone carefully listened. "I believe that this boy has not completely strayed from the path of redemption. In my honest opinion, this young man could change and while I believe it will take time and effort, this young mind could grow into something better than what his father is."

A representative with slicked back hazel hair and glasses folded his hands. "I feel as though you have a different take on how to change the boy?"

"I do! Instead of being sent to a program, why not send the boy to work alongside the thing he currently hates? To work in the same building as his most despised subject?"

Many eyes grew in shock of realizing what Nezu meant.

"Let's enroll the boy into U.A. There we will not only keep an eye on him but also teach him the fundamentals of a hero and becoming a more positive person in society. He will also have no choice but to eventually socialize with our students. We will most definitely take precautions with him under our care. For one we plan to have in quirk suppressing bracelets and monitored all hours. He will also be placed in his own classroom to prevent any unwanted incidents should any arise."

The many politicians thought to themselves before leaning towards one another and whispering their thoughts and opinions on the idea. It most definitely had it's negatives but if the boy was under the care of U.A and it's facility, it was worth a try. "Very well Nezu. We will give you a chance to change the boy. But should he not change or returns to villainy, we will not hesitate to send the boy to prison alongside his father. You must monitor him at all times and keep an eye out for any of his actions."

Nezu gave a cherry smile. "Deal. I also believe we should keep the true identity of the boy secret. How about we make him out as a captive of the League? It would make sense to the public after all..."

The next morning…

Subeawātaku stood in front of a large body mirror as he quickly and effortlessly tied his bold scarlet tie around his neck. His uncle's small lessons on doing do came with this knowledge as he felt even a villain had to look presentable. Grunting in satisfaction, he picked up his uniform overcoat and hoisted it over his shoulders and did the gold buttons, leaving three undone near his chest. Grabbing a bit of hair gel, the villain spawn lathered his faded storm blue hair and combed it back in a slick, clean and suave look. With the hair on the sides of his head cut shorter into a cleaner cut, he looked like a young business man on his way to the office early in the morning. Taking his time to check himself, Subeawātaku then opened a bottle of mascara from the table next to him and applied a gentle amount on his lashes before adding a slight purple-pink haze of makeup to his upper eyelids. (A/N: You bet your ass that he likes to add makeup to himself. A bad bitch gotta look good when you plan to destroy hero society~)

A small smirk graced Wātaku's face before morphing into a disgusted expression as he remembered what he was wearing and where he was going. It was now a week after his late night talk with Principal Nezu and that time was spent mostly in the hospital in recovery to make sure he was healthy and there were no serious conditions affecting him. Now here he was in the humble abode of Eraserhead who was now at his room door watching him with careful calculating eyes. "You done?", he asked in his ever present tone of drowned on voice.

Without turning to look at him, the son of All For One grabbed his bag as he replied. "More than ever, Sensei."

That mocking tone of voice, while not visible, sent a chill up Aizawa's spine. That tone and the voice was a spitting image of his father, a person who was more than happy to use psychological warfare on his opponents just as much as physical attack. To Shouto, it was a bad idea to let the kid into U.A. If anything it was like letting a fox into a hen house. If this kid shared his father's quirk, you can bet money that he was planning to take a few quirks if he wanted to. Eraserhead's quirk included…

"Let's go already."

The kid's voice broke him out of his musing as Aizawa turned around to face him as he'd just walked past him, his cold blue toned eyes watching with impatience. With an exasperated sigh, the underground hero grabbed his keys and walked out of his apartment with the problem child in tow.