The first Cujo-sentric chapter has arrived!

Hitoshi: Cujo is a dangerous being!

Toshinori: Highly agree!

Shouta: Doubt.

Nedzu: Extra doubt!

Recovery Girl took her eyes off Izuku's healing body for a moment to step away and use the bathroom. She was old and she couldn't hold her bladder like she used to. So, she hobbled away to do her business, she was gone maybe five minutes, tops! However, when she came back to the infirmary Izuku was gone.

"Yep. Shouta is going to roast me alive for this." She thought with a sigh. So, she scooted into her chair, put her cane down, and phoned up Nedzu.

"Do not worry!" Nedzu chirped immediately after he picked the phone up. "I've taken Cu- er - Izuku with me! I was just visiting and he was awake! I asked if he could walk and he said yes, so I took took him to my office to get his side of the story!"

Recovery Girl gave a sigh. "You could have at least given me a warning." She shook her head. "Very well, just keep an eye on him. I managed to heal most of his wounds, including the concussion and sprained ankle. I just couldn't heal his arm or all of the bruises. So no strenuous exercise."

"Of course! Of course! He's safe with me, in fact, I'll probably just keep him in my office for the rest of the day just to make sure he is absolutely safe."

"Hmph. Very well. Should I tell Shouta?"

"No, no, I'll send him a text, no need to bug him while he's teaching."

"Alright. Goodbye." Having nothing more to discuss, Recovery Girl hung up the phone. "I wonder what caught the rat's eye. Probably the white hair." When white Izuku's hair could be considered shiny and she bet that's what made Nedzu collect the child for his little nest in his office. Izuku's hair almost when back to green and black, but it turned right back to white completely. Recovery Girl didn't know if Izuku was hit by his attacker's quirk, or if Izuku had another quirk. She didn't like the idea of this kid having another quirk. Mainly because when his hair was white…Recovery Girl was sure the air changed, she felt scared.

"Okay! Now that that is out of the way- how are you Cujo?" Nedzu asked as he stared at the quirk that sat across from him. Cujo hummed and looked around.

"No Old Man?" He asked when he saw it was just the two of them.

"No, Toshinori had to teach 1-B after lunch-"

"No." Cujo looked at Nedzu. "Not the blonde. Old Man…Shouta."

Nedzu gave a laugh at this. "Oh, Shouta, of course! Worry not, as I said to Recovery Girl he's teaching right now. So, it's just us."

"Mmm." Cujo grunted and then looked at Nedzu. "So…what did you want?"

"To talk, of course! I will admit, the moment I learned of your existence, I've been wanting to talk to you as you interest me."

Cujo gave a little smile. "Oh?" Cujo then raked his fingers through his hair to get the white locks out of his eyes. "Don't I scare you like I scared the others?" He asked in a low voice.

Nedzu smiled and interlocked his paws. "No." He continued to chirp.

"...Oh." Cujo, unsure of how to continue on just let his hair back down in his face. "Well… what do you want to talk about?"

"Hang on… I think I have-" Nedzu opened his desk drawers frantically. "Ah! Here!" He pulled out a plastic tote from his bottom desk drawer. Inside the medium-sized clear plastic, the tote was hair ties. Lots of hair ties in various sizes, colors, and designs. He opened it and offered a hair tie to Cujo. "That must be annoying to have your hair in your face. I don't know how Shouta does it so often."

"Er…why do you have so many of these?" Cujo inquired curiously when he spotted a hair tie that was red elastic that had a small red ribbon that hung down limply to his shoulders. It stood out amongst the usual black hair ties.

"I like to collect things that students often leave behind. Do you need help?" The principal offered generously when it seemed that Cujo was having some trouble.

"No, no, I got it," Cujo mumbled as he tried his hardest to bundle his hair up into his hands. "I've seen Toshichan do this…" He wrapped the hair tie around his hair and let it drop. His hair felt loose and limp, but it was out of his face. "See?"

Nedzu chittered a tiny laugh. "Of course. Now. If I may ask…is Izuku there?"

Cujo shook his head. "No. The others got their hands on him." He whispered.

"I assume you're talking about the vestiges?"

Cujo nodded. "I tried to get to them, but by the time that old lady healed me and I was able to walk it was too late." He shook his head and his loose ponytail threatened to slip undone. "They've blocked me off."

Nedzu frowned at this. "Is Izuku safe?"

"I cannot answer that. The vestiges can turn on him if they deem fit. They did so once they saw me helping the other me." He gently twirled one of the tails of the red ribbon around his finger. "They haven't turned on us yet…" He mumbled the last part.

"I see. How are you feeling about that exactly?"

"...I…I hope the other me is at least okay. He's my host, you know? It's also strange. I'm used to him holding me. "

Nedzu nodded. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well… He always has a hold on me. Just to keep me from going ballistic."

"I see. So-" Nedzu pulled out a notebook and started to quickly write. "-Izuku always has control on you, even if you take control?"

"Mm-hm." Shifting a little, Cujo winced at the pain he got from jostling his bandaged arm that resting in the sling. "I kind of miss. I miss him. I remember when we hated each other. But he's different from last time. It's not back then."

"What do you mean by that?" Nedzu stopped his writing to look at Cujo quizzically.

"He's a little more accepting of me. Although the first time we came face-to-face I nearly killed him… but after that, after we both calmed down it was weird… we just started talking and now… now I'm missing him." Cujo frowned at this.

"When we were children we really hated each other. I hated him because… daddy loved him. Daddy didn't love me." He whispered at the memory. "Daddy hurt me. I tried to be more powerful but it just made him hurt me more. Despite the fact that he wanted me to be more powerful. Then, when he was done and the other me took over he would scoop him up, kiss him, and hold him. I just… so, I hated the other me. I refused to work with him, which caused him to hate me. So, I would do things to purposely make him angry…I hurt Toshichan and Tomachan despite the fact that they did nothing to me." The memories replayed in his mind. Cujo wanted to wince and then slap himself.

"I see… you poor thing." Nedzu reached up and patted Cujo's hair. Cujo looked at him in shock. "I know what it's like."

"You do?- you do." Cujo looked at Nedzu's scar and relaxed a little.

"Let me ask. Do you think it's because Izuku doesn't remember that you and he are actually getting along?"

"Maybe." Cujo kicked his legs absentmindedly. "I don't know entirely. All I know is he's… he's not bad, neither is the Old Man. He's nice. Toshichan is even better now. Though, he's still scared of me."

Nedzu nodded as Cujo spoke.

"Now, Cujo. I know you're a quirk, but what is it that you can do?"

"I take quirks. I have a feeling you already know this."

"It was brought to my attention, but I just needed to confirm it. Now, Cujo, I feel like some rules should be put in place for you-"

"-I won't take anybody's quirk. I was already told that…I'm not back with Daddy. That they don't want me taking quirks. It's weird. Without taking quirks I'm just…a quirk without a quirk. I feel weird."

Nedzu gave a chuckle at Cujo's words and confusion. "Let me put it this way, Cujo. You know how you're feeling right now? How you probably feel empty without your host by your side?" Cujo nodded and Nedzu continued. "When you take someone's quirk that's how they feel. They feel empty and they're going to miss it as well."

Cujo thought on Nedzu's words. He hummed and crossed his arms. "Fair enough. I see their quirks, I see them and I-I want them. I want them for my own taking."

Nedzu nodded. "I understand. But you can't. You understand this, right?"

"Yes." Cujo nodded slowly. "I'll…show restraint. It's weird without my other self, but I can try."

'The rat is interesting. I like them.' Cujo grinned a little as he stared at Nedzu. "Did you catch the person who pushed other me down the steps?"

"Juice?" Nedzu briefly changed the subject as he leaned down and opened a minifridge from under his desk.

"Oh. I like juice. Do you have apple?"

"I do." Nedzu handed Cujo a juice box. Cujo stabbed a straw through the carton slot. "Now for your question. We, Shouta, All Might, and I, looked at the cameras during the attack. The person who pushed Izuku, and you by default, were hooded. But not all hope is lost. Would you like to see?"

Cujo shook his head. "I don't want to see the other me take a plummet down the stairs."

"It's interesting that you say that. When I watched the feed you came out when he hit the second stair." Nedzu chittered again and Cujo blushed. Cujo tugged a little at the blazer.

"When he fell I sensed the worst, so I took the main fall for myself. But I was too late, he was already unconscious." Cujo twisted his hands together in his lap.

"You did good. You sensed your host was in danger and you reacted quickly."

Cujo's face heated up again at the praise given his way. "Th… Thank you." He said in a barely audible whisper. It made Nedzu grin.

"Of course. Now, do you want to meet the rest of 1-A?"

Cujo froze. "You-...You want me to meet an entire class of uber-powerful people training to be heroes?"

"Only if you wish!"

"..." Cujo grinned a little. "I've been dying to meet them."

"Hello!" Nedzu was grinning (That may or may not have been a sadistic grin) when he entered 1-A.

"Principal Nedzu!" The class greeted him happily. This class loved to speak all at once, Nedzu noticed.

Shouta, who was standing at the whiteboard, raised an eyebrow. "Nedzu? Is everything alright?" he inquired.

"Of course! I'm just here to return a student to you."

Shouta visibly relaxed. "He's okay?"

"That he is! But uh…" Nedzu clambered up Shouta's arm and rested on his shoulder with ease. "You might want to tell your class what's up because Izuku isn't back."

"Cujo?" Shouta whispered in mild shock.

Nedzu nodded.

"Damn. It was a sooner-or-later situation. I was just hoping for later." Shouta exhaled a slow and tired sigh. "Alright gremlins, listen up." Shouta turned towards his class. "As I mentioned earlier, Izuku was assaulted and pushed down the stairs. Well, he's awake now- kinda. There's something we've been keeping from a majority of you. Izuku has a quirk. A quirk that we believe stress manifested." The lie came easy. "Iida, I do owe you an apology, you once mentioned Izuku's hair being white and I didn't believe you. It turns out, Izuku has a sentient quirk, a quirk that takes over his body but is his own personality and being." Shouta explained carefully.

Hitoshi licked his lips 'Cujo is still out? What's wrong with Zuchan?'

The others were interested, their curiosity piqued, and their wonder about the new quirk that took over their class representative. Iida was the main one who perked up the most. Others looked at one another while waiting with bated breath.

"Cujo? I know you're behind that door. Come on." Shouta gestured inside the classroom.

"Cujo?" Their classmates whispered, and some giggled understanding the reference.

"Does he bark?" Someone, Ojirou, asked. "Woof!" They teased causing others to laugh.

"Do not demean them. Cujo may be a quirk and he may have a funny name, but as mentioned he is his own person." Shouta told the class and then turned back towards the door. "Cujo."

There was a moment of hesitation before Cujo poked his head into the doorway.

Several students gasped at the white hair and red eyes greeting them. Bakugo stiffened in his seat.

Slowly Cujo snaked into the classroom. He looked, and felt, nervous. In fact, Shouta noted that Cujo was shivering as he looked at everyone in the classroom. "Nedzu…what is in my son's hair?" Shouta inquired as he stepped up behind Cujo.

"He chose it himself!"

"...I liked the color." He whispered as he stared at all of the students in front of him.

"That's why his hair was white! Toshi! Why didn't you tell me!" Denki grinned as he hopped out of his seat. "Look at you! You're adorable!" Denki reached out for Cujo's face-

"Denki!" Hitoshi gasped as he stood, but he was too late. Denki squished Cujo's cheeks in his palms.

Cujo didn't know how to feel when the blonde started to squish and knead Cujo's cheeks in between his hands. "I'm… adorable?" Cujo's voice was muffled as he asked this.

"Well, yeah!"

Cujo blushed at Kaminari's compliment. "I take back my comment about you."

"Kaminari, go back to your seat, please." Shouta shooed the blonde away. Suddenly, Cujo's hair was undone.

"Hey-" Before the quirk could fully protest. Shouta was swift as he re-tied Cujo's hair properly. He even fixed the bow.

"There. Now, go sit in that empty seat in front of Hitoshi but behind Bakugo." Shouta pointed and then pushed Cujo that way. Cujo did as instructed. He looked at all of the other students who were looking at him, unsure of what to make of him. "Hitoshi, sit down."

Hitoshi slowly did as instructed and just took his seat. Cujo sat in front of him, where Izuku sits, and just looked at Bakugo. 'He's just so close. He's right there…' Cujo wanted nothing more than to take that quirk, claim it as his, and run away into the night!

His hands shook. He missed the other him. The other him knew what to say and how to calm him down. 'I hope he's okay, but the vestiges have blocked me off completely. It's been long, too long. What are they doing?'

"Hm? What do you want?" Dark Shadow hadn't even made it to Cujo. It wasn't hard to spot the quirk slowly inching towards him like it wanted something but was too shy to approach.

Dark Shadow froze for a moment.

"Dark-"

"-Hang on. I'm curious." Nedzu stopped Tokoyami from reeling his quirk back.

Dark Shadow came up to Cujo and simply rubbed against Cujo's cheek like a cat demanding affection from its owner. Cujo felt like he was going to start bleeding from his eyes and ears if he kept blushing the way he has. He wasn't used to affection…

"It's nice meeting another like me. It's lonely." Dark Shadow admitted to Cujo. "If whenever your host needs you to leave them be, or you wish for someone else to talk to, you can come to me." Dark Shadow told them. Then the quirk retreated back to their host.

Cujo looked at Tokoyami before turning away. Cujo gently scratched the desk back and forth with his index finger. He had a lot to think about.

The school day ended and Izuku was still gone. Cujo had met everyone when class was dismissed. They were all nice, if not a little wary of him.

Still, Izuku hasn't returned.

'Something's wrong.' Cujo thought as he paced back and forth in the classroom. It was just him and Toshichan right now. The Old Man and Rat had gone to look at the cameras again.

"...What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked suddenly making Cujo look at him.

"Other me hasn't returned. I don't know what the vestiges are doing to him if they're doing anything that is. He hasn't been hurt, I know this because when they hurt him it affects his body, but…It's been too long." Cujo shook his hands as he continued to pace worriedly. He felt his mouth twist into a frown.

Hitoshi sucked in a breath and approached Cujo. He then grabbed Cujo's hands, to quell the quirk's shaking. "Look. I don't know what's going on, but Zuchan is a fighter. If anything he's giving those vestiges a verbal lashing." Hitoshi told the quirk.

Cujo leaned in. Hitoshi didn't hug him.

"I… look, I know…back then… it wasn't okay… I'm sorry." Cujo whispered to Hitoshi. "You may never forgive me for what I did and I deserve that."

"..." Hitoshi looked down at Cujo's hair and then reached up and patted Cujo's hair. "Look. Maybe I haven't been taking the best approach. I…" Hitoshi sighed. "I need help." He finally admitted. "I seriously need help…" he wrapped his arms around Cujo and pulled him into a hug.

Cujo, once again, froze. Now, this- this- was foreign to Cujo. Cujo never felt this before. Nobody has ever hugged him. Izuku was the only one who ever got hugs, be it from daddy, or from Toshichan, or even Tomachan. Tomachan, whenever he was around Izuku, always gave him hugs, but was careful when he would hug him always making sure his pinkies were up and away from Izuku.

The door to the room opened and both boys turned to see Ochako walking in. Ocahko froze for a moment, sucked in an uneasy breath, and then ventured in. "For-forgive me." She shook as she made a bee-line for her desk. "I left my bag by mistake." She unhooked her bag from the side of the desk.

Then she looked back over at them. "It…it was nice meeting you, Cujo." She gave a head bow before rushing out of the room.

Cujo slumped a little. "She's scared of me," he muttered with a headshake, the hair tie following this movement.

"You just have to show them that you're trustworthy." Hitoshi sighed and undid the hug. "It may take some time, but we can do it."

"We?"

Hitoshi ticked his tongue and rubbed at the back of his head. "Well…I'm kind of in it for the long run at this point, besides. I owe you for…you know…trying to stifle you down every time you popped up."

Cujo pouted a little and crossed his arms.

Hitoshi blinked and then it clicked. Cujo apologized, therefore… "I'm…sorry." the apology felt forced, so Hitoshi cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm sorry for trying to get rid of you."

Cujo's mouth upturned into a small tick before he turned and started for the door. "Hey, do you think the other me will let me wear skirts?" He asked Hitoshi.

"... Cujo… are you female?"

Cujo shook his head. "I don't think so. I just like the way the skirts look on the girls. They look comfortable and I feel like I could run faster as they aren't as restricting!"

"That's a question for dad and Izuku. This is out of my pay grade."

Cujo shrugged. "Very well. C'mon. Let's see if they caught the person who pushed me down the stairs while we wait for- pretty…" Cujo cut himself off as Shoto was right at the door, clearly looking like he was going to come in.

"I apologize," Shoto told them both rather quickly. "I was told to come and get you. They caught the person that did it!"

"That's great!" Hitoshi sucked in a slow breath of relief. "That's really great! We can count on Nedzu. C'mon, lets see who pushed you down the stairs."

"And make them pay!" Cujo growled.

"And let the teachers make them pay. You have no authority." Hitoshi corrected him as the three of them rushed toward the principles office. Kaminari was outside of the principal's office. He looked… well…he looked mad. His brows were furrowed and his face was turning red as he paced.

"We should have guessed, Hitoshi! We should have guessed!" Kaminari seethed.

"Whoa, calm down. What do you mean?" Hitoshi asked as he put a hand on Kaminari's shoulder.

Kaminari just pointed inside the office. "Just see for yourself! It'll make sense." So, Hitoshi did just that, with Cujo and Shoto right behind him. Hitoshi opened the office door. He saw Nedzu, Shouta, and All Might, buffed up to look intimidating, all staring at the person sitting in front of them. All Hitoshi saw was frizzy burgundy hair and he froze.

"A-...Akisho?" He whispered.

Akisho looked over at Hitoshi and then he gave a tired smile. "Surprise…" He fake cheered. "I thought I was being clever with the hood. But I failed to take into consideration that I wasn't wearing a hood when I went to the bathroom. The process of elimination caught me in the ass."

Hitoshi gripped the door handle tightly. He gripped it so tightly that he was afraid he was going to, somehow, break it. The next thing he knew he had Akisho's collar in his grip. "Why'd you do it?!" He demanded. "You could have killed him!" Hitoshi roared in Akisho's face. Akisho just shook his head. He just looked tired, numb to it all.

"Because of that." He gestured to Cujo, who was standing behind Hitoshi. Cujo tensed a little. "I saw you in the bathroom during your little temper tantrum about being a mistake. The moment I saw you- I knew it. You didn't go to All for One. You were born to him." Akisho hissed at Cujo.

"So, your thought pushing Izuku down the steps to be the best course of action? Hitoshi put him down." Shouta growled to Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked hesitant to do so. He was gripping Akisho's hood so tightly that his knuckles were starting to ache and turn white. Hitoshi gnashed his teeth together before slowly lowering Akisho back into his seat.

"Yes." Akisho snarled at Shouta while sending a sharp look the teacher's way. "I know how All for One works. I knew that thing was a threat to the whole school!"

"Not a thing," Cujo growled but it fell on deaf ears.

"So, I had to do something to protect the school!"

"Dude, that's not cool!" Denki snapped. "Your bullying was one thing, but this is straight-up attempted murder!"

"What do you know!? You got the intelligence of a dipstick! I was doing what I thought was right!"

"Right?!" Hitoshi went to punch Akisho, but All Might was fast and grappled Hitoshi before he could throw it.

"Calm down, Young Aizawa!" All Might forced Hitoshi to take a few steps back.

"Children." Nedzu put his paw up silencing them all almost instantly. "Hitoshi, Kaminari, Cujo, please leave."

"Cujo? That's what you call that thing?"

"Not a thing!" Cujo yelled a little louder.

Akisho looked over at him. "You keep saying that, but you're named after a rabid dog. Did you know that? Not just any rabid dog, but the dog that they had to shoot dead because it killed several people. Honestly, seeing the absolute fit you threw in those bathrooms, I can see why. You're just like that bastard that forced my father to work for him. You scare those who are forced to be around you… you'll end up in Tartarus soon enough. If someone else doesn't take you out before then!"

"..." Cujo just stared. Then…his mouth slowly turned into a smile. "You… think by saying hateful things I'm going to run away? To cry?" Cujo inquired as he took a step inside.

"Cujo-" Shouta tried to warn as the air started to shift, to change, Cujo was pissed and it was showing as the temperature dropped.

"I am not the other me. I am not Izuku. That's something you witnessed in the bathrooms, right? Then you should know that ticking me off when the other me is away isn't the best idea." He hissed between clenched teeth. "By the way. The other me is away because of you. This is on your shoulders. You caused me to come out and protect my host, you caused my hold on the vestiges to slip!"

All Might sucked in a sharp breath as he let go of Hitoshi and went for Cujo who was getting too close to Akisho-

Cujo jumped behind All Might in only a matter of seconds. By the time All Might turned around to try and grapple against him, it was too late, Cujo was now in front of Akisho. Akisho's collar grasped tightly in one hand, Nedzu's expensive calligraphy pen in the other hand just centimeters from one of Akisho's eyes.

"Cujo!" Nearly everyone seemed to scream at once as they all got ready to either attack or restrain him.

Then he felt it. A familiar hold on his body.

"..." Cujo then smiled. But it was a genuine and happy smile. "I knew that would do the trick." He said and backed off letting go of Akisho. He then started to walk away until he was on the other side of the room. "Sorry for the scare." He said with that grin still on his face. "But I don't think it's me you should be facing off against anyways. Other me? He's all yours."

Cujo's eyes rolled back into his skull and then his hair curled up before turning green and black respectfully. He shut his eyes as Izuku took over and snapped his head down with a groan. Then he opened his eyes revealing a familiar dazzling green that they'd all grown to know and love.

Izuku gave his head a shake. He then looked at everyone surrounding him and Akisho alike. "Cujo…you can't just threaten to stab someone to get me to come back- It worked, didn't it?- I.." Izuku pinched between his eyes and shook his head. "Okay. So, what did I miss?"