(A/N) Hello! I hope you didn't hate me too much for last chapter.

Hitoshi woke up with his head ringing. His face was mysteriously clear, and he wasn't restrained in any way. Hadn't he been captured by the League of Villains? The last thing he remembered was Momo's horrified face, then a strange darkness that felt too small. He'd passed out soon after thankfully.

Now he was here. In a white room with the bed he was sitting on, and window that showed Bakugo pacing in agitated circles.

Hitoshi flinched as the door rattled slightly, then opened, revealing three members of the League of Villains. Shigaraki, the one that had disintegrated the scar across his nose, Dabi, the fire user, who'd burned half the forest, and a blond girl he didn't actually know.

He froze when Shigaraki sat down at the table, one hand on the table, the other held up as if to receive something.

Dabi brought out a muzzle from behind his back and Hitoshi flinched, drawing in on himself slightly and freezing when he'd realized he'd moved. He caught the blond girl looking mildly sad before Dabi set the muzzle in Shigaraki's hand.

His hand curled around the muzzle, and it crumbled to ashes immediately. He tilted his hand and they spilled onto the table, making a little pile.

Hitoshi stared at it. He'd...disintegrated the muzzle? Why, why was he disintegrating something that he should be using. The heroes had done it, why weren't they?

Dabi snapped his fingers and the ashes lit on fire, dancing blue flames slowly dying as the ashes burned.

"As you can see, we will not be muzzling you," Shigaraki said, scratching at his neck.

Hitoshi did not believe that for a moment. They were villains, if heroes and civilians alike would muzzle a child, so would they. He couldn't make himself move just yet, so he couldn't move away when the blond girl moved over to him and beamed, showing off sharp fangs. This close Hitoshi could also spot the very slight scars on her face, in the same place he had his massive one.

"You're not the only one people have muzzled!" She said chirpily. "Might you know Izuku?"

Hitoshi blinked at the whiplash the conversation had been through, but opted to remain silent. He wouldn't give them a reason to muzzle him. Even if the girl had admitted to being muzzled before. She was their ally, of course they wouldn't muzzle her. He was a hero student, had brainwashed Shigaraki before, and had no reason for them to trust him. He had no reason to trust that they, known villains, wouldn't muzzle him. He didn't think he could speak anyway.

"We'll put down baselines," Shigaraki grunted, continuing to scratch at his neck. Hitoshi wondered if he needed some lotion. "You can speak, ask questions, whatever, just don't use your quirk."

"If you do use your quirk, we'll stop coming in here," Dabi added quickly. "You won't be muzzled, we just won't talk to you."

"It'd be super sad if we couldn't talk to you!" The girl insisted. "I don't have anyone but those old windbags to talk to! And now you're here! And I can talk to you!"

Hitoshi eyed her cautiously. He didn't even know her name, why did she want to talk to him? Why were they taking that risk?

"Whatever, he won't speak," Shigaraki grunted, scratching at his neck. Hitoshi resisted the urge to pick at the edges of the scar across his nose. Toru's mom said that was bad and asked him to try and not do it anyway. "Let's just go."

"Aww, bye!" The girl chirped, following the other villains out. Hitoshi was left alone to wait with Bakugo in the next room over.

He saw the villains enter the room with Bakugo and he immediately attacked him. They slammed the door in his face, which Hitoshi found kind of amusing. Bakugo was probably screaming based on his body language, although Hitoshi couldn't hear anything. He also had explosions coming from his hands although Hitoshi couldn't hear that either. Now they just really really had to hope that the pro heroes would be able to find them.

Although, who was to say they wouldn't see the relatively good treatment and assume Hitoshi and Bakugo were in cahoots with the enemy then arrest them? Muzzle them both again and chain them up to teach people a lesson?

Bakugo finally seemed to take notice of Hitoshi, storming over to the window and crashing his hand against the window. Hitoshi heard none of it, but he waved back.

Bakugo shouted something at him, but Hitoshi shook his head and pointed to his ears. He couldn't hear anything.

Bakugo looked like he was growling. He then surprised Hitoshi immensely when he started aggressively signing something that was barely legible. Hitoshi was pretty sure Bakugo had signed 'are you okay' at him and now he was concerned the explosive boy had hit his head or something.

Hitoshi must have looked supremely confused because Bakugo made another growling face and signed it again. Slower this time. It was definitely 'Are you okay'.

Hitoshi shrugged and made the 'iffy' hand sign. He wasn't muzzled so he wasn't in danger of a panic attack at the moment, but definitely not great considering he didn't know how far the villains would be willing to do. Sure they said they wouldn't muzzle him, but they were the villains, he couldn't be sure they wouldn't break that promise.

'They didn't do anything?' Bakugo signed to him, gesturing at his face.

Hitoshi shook his head, bringing a hand up to rub at his empty face. There wasn't a muzzle, and for all that he was grateful, it was odd.

Hours passed, and Bakugo didn't try and continue conversation, just laying down on the provided bed and closing his eyes. Hitoshi couldn't tell if he was actually sleeping, but he didn't really care.

Hitoshi couldn't sleep, so he stared blankly at the wall and vaguely tried to keep some track of time. There was a clock high in the wall but he couldn't tell if it was correct or not. Or whether it was am or pm.

The door opened hours later, and the girl bounced into the room holding a bag from what looked like some restaurant.

"So I didn't know what you liked so I like grabbed a buncha random things? There's a bit of everything really!" She presented the bag to Hitoshi, who didn't move. She shrugged and put it down in front of him. "Everyone else ate whatever else I just stole a bit from everyone! I think Bakugo's getting some too! I'm not in charge of getting him foods since everyone thinks I can't be trusted with how dangerous he is so they're only letting Dabi in with him since Dabi's kinda fireproof except he's not, but he pretends he is."

She continued rambling and sat down at the table Shigaraki and Dabi had been at previously. "Really it's like he thinks someone who's been at a hospital to steal blood a dozen and a half times wouldn't be able to tell when he's literally covered in burn wounds like geez. He's so dumb cuz like staplers? Really? That's what he came up with to hold his skin together? Such a stupid idea but who am I to judge, I'm not a medical professional."

Hitoshi cautiously reached out and grabbed the edge of the bag, keeping a close eye on her. She just grinned and continued talking, something about blood types and diseases.

He peeked inside, finding some sort of food, probably from an American restaurant. He was pretty sure that M symbol thing was from America.

This was starting to confuse him a lot. The villains were treating him better than some heroes had. They'd been on the receiving end of his quirk and they still weren't muzzling him, even feeding him better than most if not all foster homes had.

If the villains were acting better than the heroes, then who were the villains here?

(A/N) We're starting to reach the end. I have 6 more chapters estimated after this. That may not end up being quite correct, but it's about as close as I'll ever get and I'm going to hope it follows my plan. This is honestly something I've had planned for ages, at least since I plotted out the sports festival, it's a bit odd that it's finally here. I'm only going to repeat my promise that the teachers aren't being bashed. It's just how the story goes. It'll get better, and I can promise that. We're getting closer to the end and it's a bit surreal.