Into the Woods

Hitoshi bolted for the door the moment the bell rang. Tatsumaki and Nagai were immediately on his tail and beggingly plead their case one last time.

Hitoshi quickly outran them near the end of the corridor, where he swiftly turned left and jumped over a window. He hid himself closer to the wall as he heard their steps stop behind it.

"Shit, where'd he go?!" Nagai shouted.

Tatsumaki growled. "He can't be far. Keep looking!"

They ran past him, and ever so slowly Hitoshi peeked through the window to see if they'd gone for good before going his merry way.

Eraser Head gave him the chance he needed.

The arrangement between them was that the underground hero would train him in private until Hitoshi was ready for the final test - the test which would determine if he was qualified to transfer next year. Curious as he was about this test, Hitoshi didn't ask nor mind. When the time comes for it, he'll be ready.

Hitoshi's current problem lay on the fact that he had to keep their meetings private.

Everyone knew what Eraser Head's appearance in class meant. It was all they talked about in the chat, and Hitoshi had to leave them in mute again just to stop himself from answering any of their questions.

He may not show it, but he was just as excited about it as they were.

The other aspirants were supportive of his promotion, even though it was obvious that they were jealous of his early start. Everyone was curious about what was going to happen next, thankfully none of them, sans Tatsumaki and Nagai, pried too much.

He understood their shared eagerness towards it, but what he didn't understand was Fumei's lack of it. The blond had been Hitoshi's primary support all year, he should've been ecstatic. Yet when the time came that Hitoshi was chosen, Fumei shut him off.

Fumei had been such a constant noise in the past few weeks because of his 'befriend Hitoshi' plan, that when the former stopped, Hitoshi had no idea what to fill that void with. He was paranoid that this was just another plan of his to make Hitoshi realize that he actually enjoyed the blond's company by literally dangling the truth over his head.

Hitoshi shook the thoughts off his head and kept his mind straight and narrow. Fumei was just jealous like the rest of them.

Eraser Head recognized his potential during the festival, and personally offered his hand to mentor him. Even if he wanted to share what he'd learned from the pro-hero, Hitoshi wasn't going to betray the hero's trust.

He wasn't going to fuck up this opportunity just because he felt some sort of debt towards the people that helped him get to this point. He was here because of his own merit, not theirs. If they wanted the opportunity then they should have worked harder for it like he did.

The hero only chose to mentor him because he saw and felt his passion during his fight against Midoriya. Eraser Head wanted to nurture his passion to become a tool to help others. Hitoshi wholeheartedly agreed and asked for his guidance.

Eraser Head seemed content with his response but warned that one small mistake would end his faith towards the younger.

The hero called out Hitoshi's tendency to harbor bitter feelings towards his failures and resent others for their success. His mindset made him a candidate set for failure, and Eraser Head didn't want to invest time on someone that could fall so easily.

If he wanted to remain under Eraser Head's mentorship, Hitoshi had to move past his immature anger first. Hitoshi stayed up all night trying to figure out how he could, but came up short. It's not like people could change overnight.

Acknowledging his flaws was the first step to change, so he thought back on all the instances his anger got him the short end of the stick. His fights as a kid, failing the entrance exam, and losing against Midoriya. He'd become desperate, and all it ever did for him was make him lose. He had to change that.

It wasn't long until he found the hidden path Eraser head mentioned nearby Yuuei's western wall. He followed it while Hitoshi looked around, letting himself get lost in the trek further down. He'd seen the foliage from a distance before, but he'd never imagined that a training facility would be hidden somewhere in it.

Lost in thought, Hitoshi failed to notice that the path he was on had already merged with the forest's foliage. He tried to find his way back to the beaten path, but couldn't. He was lost.

"Okay…" Hitoshi mumbled as he looked around him for any sign or indication of his location. "This is probably a test. It's got to be…"

Hitoshi grew up in the city so he only knew two ways to navigate himself. One was walking and reading the signs, and the other was by train and reading the signs. He'd never gone hiking before so this was a completely new territory. Hitoshi tried to piece out clues from Eraser Head's instructions yesterday. He mentioned the stack of stones near the path, and then - "Water? He said it was near water..."

Hitoshi trudged on and kept his eye open for any small streams or pools. The sun set a little lower by the time he realized that his plan to just find a water source wasn't working. Hitoshi paused for a while and re-thought his plan. "What would the others do…"

Tatsumaki would get frustrated and probably give up. Nusumi would most likely get lucky, which didn't help his case at all. Koharu would definitely portal his way back to the path, while Okami would sniff out the smell of wet soil. He couldn't do any of those which left him with one other option, to search from above like Fumei would.

Hitoshi searched for a tree with stable footstools, then decided that idea was dumb, even if it wasn't. Climbing up a tree would be a waste of time. He'd rather spend his time searching for a river bed with his eyes and ears. Hitoshi kicked a rock near his foot and watched it fall down a cliff,

It landed on the other side in a soft splash, and Hitoshi gasped. He ran over the edge and spotted a thin, narrow stream of water. He grinned, successful. "Found it."

Hitoshi followed the stream from his height, careful not to lose sight of it, until the water merged with a bigger stream that connected it to a river. He dropped down to follow it more closely until he came upon a clearing with a small pentagon shaped building.

Eraser Head stood in front of it with his arms crossed and face unreadable. Hitoshi walked over and tried to get a read on the hero's face. "I got lost. Sorry I'm late."

The hero shook his head. "No. You got here just in time. This place was supposed to be hard to find."

"So it was a test?"

"I gave you two hours, and you made it in an hour and a half. Not bad."

"You were watching me?" Hitoshi asked. He didn't see Eraser Head on his way here, nor did he notice anyone trailing him from behind… or above.

"Something like that," Eraser Head cryptically said. "I had to see how you think. It's slow, but it's enough for a rookie. If you want to be a hero, you need to think quicker. You can't sit around to formulate a plan. If you were chasing a villain, one and a half-hour gives them enough time to slip away."

Hitoshi quickly committed the advice into memory. "So we're starting with capture lessons? Tracking?"

Eraser Head shook his head. "Someday, but not today. You need to think and move faster before we can train with capture maneuvers. We start with something every hero student does first." Eraser Head pushed open the door towards the facility, and Hitoshi half expected something grand or some super-secret training regimen behind it. He was greatly disappointed when a regular gym welcomed him. Granted they were state of the art equipment, but they were still machines Hitoshi has seen countless times. "Physical assessment," the hero finished.

Hitoshi's eye twitched. If Eraser Head laughed at his lack-luster reaction, Hitoshi wouldn't know. He was too busy trying to strangle his imaginary self from getting too ahead of himself. "Again?"

"It's been a month since your last assessment, right? Giro told me you've been training since." Hitoshi nodded, and he could've sworn Eraser Head's lips quirked up into a small smile. "Then let's see if it worked."

They started the test with three trials of a 50 meter run around the gym. They'll take the fastest time out of the three, so there really was no point straining himself to do better but Hitoshi was determined to prove himself. He didn't just want to break his previous record, he wanted to leave it in the dust. Hitoshi slammed his hand on a padded mat, and Eraser Head stopped the timer on his hand.

Hitoshi turned to him with wide expectant eyes. "7.7."

"I - Is that – good?" he asked with a heavy breath.

"For 50 meters?" Eraser Head shrugged. His tone bland and unimpressed. "No." Hitoshi hung his head in defeat. "But it was better than the first two, so take that however you will."

Hitoshi smiled at the first of many compliments, "So what's next?".

Eraser Head jabbed a thumb towards the treadmill. "Stamina run."

"Right," Hitoshi stepped onto the machine and started with a familiar pace he had during his morning runs to ease himself into it. Then Eraser Head abruptly changed the incline, and sped up the machine.

Hitoshi fumbled on his feet but managed to recover right away. For the next ten minutes, Eraser Head toggled with the treadmill's incline and speed, completely unapologetic about pushing Hitoshi past his limit. Despite struggling to keep at it, Hitoshi persisted to prove his worth.

The hero narrowed his eyes and slowly reverted the incline to an even plane. Hitoshi collapsed on the ground, unable to keep himself standing for longer than he thought he could.

Eraser Head handed him a bottle of water but didn't say anything. They weren't finished. "Next?"

The hero smiled a little too darkly for his taste and walked over to the weight machines.

Hitoshi fought the urge to complain and simply followed the hero to the next set of equipment. There were about seven machines that catered to strength training. He needed to do three - sixteen count sets for each machine, and by the time Hitoshi finished with them, he could no longer feel his arms and legs. His body ached all over, like the first time Fumei and Awaseru-sensi broke them into shape.

He lay on the ground, too spent to save face and pretend to be ready for more right in front of the hero. He was done. "Speed, endurance, and strength…" he counted on one exhausted hand. He had no energy left to spare, but Hitoshi figured there was more. There had to be more. "Is there...?"

"Nothing," the hero said, and Hitoshi closed his eyes in relief. "We're done for the day."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Meet me here again tomorrow, and get plenty of rest. We'd be doing the same thing but double the time it took you to get used to it."

"Yes, Eraser Head-sensei."

"Aizawa," the hero corrected him. "Calling me by my hero name just sounds pandering at this point."

It felt a little weird to call a hero by their actual name instead of their public name, but nonetheless complied. It'll be a lot easier to talk to him like a normal person if Hitoshi referred to the hero by his name anyway. "Right. Thank you, Aizawa-sensei."

Shota Aizawa didn't believe in Yuuei's entrance exam.

It was a decade old system that mercilessly sifted the powerful from the weak. It placed the strong at the very top while those at the bottom crawled for even the sliver of chance to prove themselves. The weak never stood a chance. He didn't stand a chance. He didn't meet the requirements the school considered as valuable for heroism, and were forced to settle for less.

General studies, support department, business education - whichever sounded more appealing to those that barely made the cut. Like Hitoshi, Aizawa found himself in a similar predicament in the past.

They had powerful quirks that were unlike the cookie-cutter strength based quirks. They were useful, but they were also useless against robots. Aizawa enrolled into general education but he didn't let that stop him. He worked harder than anyone up until the point he won the sports festival. He announced to Yuuei, and the whole of Japan, that people like him existed.

That even someone branded as weak, can stand on top of the best. He could, and will be a hero.

When Giro stepped forward to recommend his pick for this year's hero promotion candidates, Aizawa didn't think twice about choosing Shinsou.

Shinsou's struggle with the system reminded him a lot of his own. The kid's quirk was useless against robots, but it was something else against people. His quirk would be able to achieve great things if nurtured properly. People just failed to see that and saw it as a danger. As someone who'd been in a similar position, Aizawa couldn't let the kids' passion be for naught.

He knew what it was like to start from nothing and work twice as hard to prove himself capable like the others. He didn't have Hizashi's powerful voice quirk, or Kayama's range, so he had to learn everything he could. He mastered different combat styles and took years to perfect his craft with the capture scarf.

Shinsou's fight with Midoriya was his last cry for help for someone to notice him. He may have lost the match, but Aizawa noticed him. He didn't just agree to be a teacher because Kayama insisted that he do, and she also sent in a resume for him against his better judgement, but because Aizawa knew the current state of the hero scape was plummeting.

Yes, there were more heroes and they helped make the world a better place, but their quantity lacked people didn't protect society, those that were driven to save others did.

He wanted to, and needed to be that harsh hand that culled naive teenagers that being a hero was more than just the glory and prestige that came with it. It was a duty to the people they swore to protect. Nezu allowed him the freedom to suspend and/or expel students he found were incapable of understanding that. Aizawa had no interest and patience in teaching immovable arrogant brats.

There was no room for people like that in Yuuei, or the hero landscape. If they refused to bend, then Aizawa kicked them out. He turned to the lower classes to find someone more worthy to take their place instead. It was there where he crossed paths with Giro again. They had met before, but the older man didn't leave much of an impression. Giro was just a free-lance hero recruiter for multiple agencies that wanted to make it big.

Aizawa learned that Giro was also disappointed by the current pro-hero scene and wanted to fix it from its very core. Like Aizawa, he wanted to groom heroes that deserved to be heroes, not groom those that could. Together, they gave people that needed the chance and sacked those that didn't. Giro sent him aspiring heroes while Aizawa threw his problem child's down to the former, so he could beat some humbleness into them. For a while this method worked, and they produced the finest heroes from it, but as of late, there had been a steady decline of ambitious teens.

Aizawa realized that the dreamers had burned out; their voices succumbing to the pressures of society rather than fighting against it.

Three years ago, one student from general studies and another from support fought for a seat in heroics. They were both able to overcome the challenges and rose to become fully fledged heroes in their senior year. Two years ago, one support student succeeded in vying Aizawa's attention, but they didn't progress enough to stand at the same level as their peers and eventually returned to support. Then last year, not a single one tried to stand out.

Given the despicable trend, Aizawa was convinced the same would happen this year. His homeroom class, together with 1-B completely dominated the first two rounds of the festival. A few general and support students were sprinkled in there, but no one came out as strong as that boy with a brainwashing quirk.

It was a shame that the kid had to face Midoriya early on and was eliminated before he could show his potential, but Aizawa saw enough. Shinsou had that drive to succeed, and Aizawa wanted to be there to see it happen.

Unlike most students Aizawa has handled however, Shinsou had endured years of ridicule and let it slowly poison the purity of his dream. His ambition to become a hero warped into a desire to simply prove others wrong rather than be a hero for the sake of saving others. Giro raised this problem, and Aizawa understood that he first needed to crush that thought in him. Shinsou wouldn't be able to rise to his potential if he held onto that cry for revenge or petty desire. Call it whatever, it was a dangerous mindset for a hero to have.

"You've always had a spot for troubled youth," Giro told him the night before Aizawa decided to take Shinsou under his wing. "I'm sure you can help him see things in a new light."

Aizawa didn't know what to think of Giro's sentiment at that time, but after he'd met Shinsou, he finally understood why. Shinsou sought approval. He was polite towards authorities and peers. He did everything asked of him, and he did it with a silent but steady Plus Ultra attitude.

Aizawa purposefully tried to provoke a reaction out of the kid during the physical test by constantly throwing unknown variables at him. He wanted Shinsou to react, violently if need be, just to measure the kid's thoughts. Shinsou bottled up his opinions and simply did as he asked, without ever complaining. The kid was good at hiding his emotions like him, but Aizawa read him the other like an open book. Shinsou struggled to keep up with his demands but didn't back down at the seemingly impossible task.

Shinsou was a fighter. He was adamant on proving his worth, but he kept himself at a distance in fear of failure and disappointment.

Aizawa didn't blame him. He had the same fears when he was at his age. They both knew what they wanted, and they both refused to let anyone inside their personal bubble as they worked to achieve that goal. Shinsou was also far more aversive to meaningful connections because of his bullied past, so Aizawa had to put in the extra effort to be his mentor and friend.

Shinsou needed someone that understood his struggle, but at the same time not pander to his difficulties. Aizawa didn't need to pretend to know nor understand Shinsou because he already did. This time, Shinsou wasn't going to fail. Aizawa wouldn't let him.

Aizawa checked the time on his phone and noticed that Shinsou was late. Later than his time yesterday at least. They exchanged numbers for their convenience, but he figured the kid was still too shy to send a short message of apology. Not that Aizawa minded, just a little head's up would've been nice.

Making good use of his time, Aizawa skimmed through Giro's notes on Shinsou again.

Brainwashing, or mind control, offered a lot of practical use in the field. It sounded immoral, but it was also a big asset against villains, perhaps, even in rescue situations. The kids' progress under Giro's care was already staggering. Shinsou had gotten faster and stronger in all areas of fitness in just a short amount of time. It was still a long way to perfection but Aizawa knew to give credit where credit was due.

Shinsou was determined to be better and he wanted to do it fast.

Aizawa had yet to determine the improvements on his quirk, but Giro's protege was diligent enough to note it down for him. While he poured himself over the notes, he heard Shinsou approach silently from the riverside. "Where have you been?"

"Sorry, I –" Shinsou fumbled, "They – my classmates tried to follow me again. Had to lose them first."

Aizawa hummed. The only reason he wanted to keep their training private was so that he could focus on Shinsou's growth. He didn't mean for it to be taken as an absolute command. It was completely up to Shinsou's discretion if he'd share this facility to his peers or not. He trusted Giro's picks enough to know they wouldn't do anything rash that cost them their chance to be promoted.

The grounds was an abandoned expansion project after all. Aizawa only requested Nezu to repurpose so he could train hero candidates away from the campus. It wasn't a liability nor place of interest so Aizawa could care less what Shinsou chose to do with it. He's certain Giro and his protégé would be ecstatic to use it once they knew too.

Regardless of whether or not Shinsou was serious about his excuse, Aizawa appreciated the kid's ability to actually follow instructions. It's been a while since a student of his listened to him. Class-A was receptive to his teaching, but they were also the least law-abiding class he's ever had the pleasure of mentoring.

"They set us back an hour late so you'd be doing twice the work to catch up. Get started."

Shinsou worked quickly like he expected. He stretched for a few minutes then proceeded to use the equipment he was acquainted with yesterday like he'd been doing them for years. Good memory, he noted. Aizawa couldn't help but smirk, proud, when Shinsou started all his routines at the level he had the most difficulty in.

Even without his instruction, Shinsou was already trying to break his limit. Aizawa really liked this kid.

After Shinsou finished, Aizawa led him out in the field where he drew a wide ring on the floor. A spark of recognition flashed on Shinsou's face. Perceptive too. "We're assessing your quirk and combat today. I'm sure you're well acquainted with the rules?"

"Yes. Are we doing restraining?"

"That's a disable rule from your little group," Aizawa said, already familiar with the exercises Giro's protege made to spice up their group's matches. There were four variants, and each was designed to improve a specific aspect of one's skills. The time variant targeted agility, the stage variant increased reaction time, the handicap variant required resourcefulness, and the disabling variant taught close combat.

"You - know… about that?"

Shinsou was often placed in the disabling and stage variant to improve the two areas he lacked the most. Giro's protégé was good, his quirk analysis even more so. It honestly reminded him of Midoriya's own neurotic analysis of other people's quirk, but unlike the hero student, Giro's kid used his analysis like a hardboiled trainer would.

Work on the weakness, bolster the strengths.

"Yes. Giro lent me your notebook."

Shinsou bit his lip, a little embarrassed, but nonetheless stepped inside the ring. Aizawa followed after him shortly. Shinsou's took up his fighting stance, and Aizawa immediately noted just how nervous the kid was to be in a ring against him. Truth be told, anyone would be so he didn't blame him. He instead focused on the stability of his form.

It was a good stance, but his center of balance and anxious mind was something Aizawa can quickly exploit and take down.

Shinsou ran forward with an arm thrown behind him then launched a fist at Aizawa's chest.

Aizawa jumped back and circled around him. Shinosu tried to cut him off with a kick but reacted too slowly. Well, it was fast enough, Aizawa was just faster. He wrapped his scarf on Shinsou's limbs and pulled. Shinsou yelped as his arm was pulled towards his leg, and Aizawa kicked him off balance.

The kid fell face first towards the ground in a soft thud.

"Again."

Shinsou quickly scrambled to his feet, eyes focused on Aizawa as he raised his arms. He curled his fingers towards Shinsou, egging him to make the first move again. They would not stop unless Shinsou used his quirk.

Shinsou darted left, and Aizawa sprinted right. Shinsou suddenly ran across the ring and went for his legs. Aizawa jumped over it and swung a heel onto the kid's face. Shinsou fell to his side, dazed by the strength behind the kick.

"Aga -" Aizawa didn't finish as he was forced to block a fist aimed at his jaw. Shinsou grit his teeth as a frustrated frown formed on his face. Aizawa couldn't help but grin. His recovery time was getting faster.

Aizawa pushed him back and Shinsou quickly picked himself up. He sent a flurry of punches that Aizawa was able to dodge with ease, and used against the former to grapple him down to his knees. Shinsou tapped his arm twice to yield, seemingly familiar with the maneuver.

Aizawa stepped away and let the student breathe. "This is a combat and quirk assessment. You've only done one of the two."

Shinsou shook his head. "I know, but you'd just erase it."

Aizawa's eye twitched; was the kid being smart? "That may be true, but I asked you to use your quirk."

"I'll… I'll do it right this time."

Shinsou entered with a fist to his right, which Aizawa caught and pushed it back. Shinsou's arm flew in an arch that left him open. Aizawa kicked him square on his chest and Shinsou rolled back until he landed on his stomach, seemingly defeated.

His body shook as he Shinsou stood on all fours, his breath too shallow and ragged. He was close to his limit.

"Had enough?" The kid wheezed a little too sharply which worried him. He crouched beside Shinsou and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Can you make another round?"

"My chest… kind of feels heavy."

Aizawa was familiar with that feeling. He may have broken a rib by accident when he kicked him earlier. "Let me see -" A loud, almost electrifying pulse paralyzed him from head to toe. Aizawa watched Shinsou rise to his feet with his lips pursed together.

He'd finally used his quirk like he asked.

Aizawa tried to move or budge against the restraints in his mind, but couldn't do anything.

Shinsou opened his mouth and the next he knew, Aizawa was drowning in nothing. Gone were the sound of flowing water, nor the rustling of the wind in the trees, nor the light buzzing of crickets in the night. His consciousness tumbled and turned on what felt like a never ending bath of water. He could breathe, but at the same time not. It was as if his choice to act, move, or think, was forcibly taken from him and all he could do was exist; floating as an afterthought in his own mind.

He was surrounded by darkness, no longer present in his own mind, only completely focused on Shinsou's voice. This was his potential; absolute control.

Under the hands of someone with less morals and ideals, this quirk would truly be a terrifying weapon. With just a single word, a single thought, Shinsou could do anything he wanted; and yet he didn't. Just as the power to control others was blessed to him, Shinsou also needed to be in control of himself. That was the truth behind the brainwashing quirk

Aizawa relaxed himself and thought it best to learn from the abyss rather than escape it. He knew he couldn't break free from it. According to Giro's notes it was damn near impossible to cut off Shinsou's influence unless an outside force shook them out of it. Midoriya was a special case neither Giro nor his protégé had solved yet. Aizawa was convinced he couldn't do what Midoriya did, and he was right. No matter how he tried, Shinsou's control remained.

Then everything came rushing back like he'd been hit by a truck, and left to die on the floor. His arms and legs were as heavy as lead, his chest threatened to crack at every breath, and his eyes watered from keeping them open for too long. It took him a few seconds to register his position on the ground, bound and immobilized by his own capture scarf. He pulled it off him easily, then turned to a downcast Shinsou.

"Sorry."

Aizawa noted the guilt in his eyes and finally understood what Giro meant when he said the kid had a lot of repressed issues. Shinsou progressed fast in physical drills and exercises, but he staggered behind his quirk because he was still afraid of it. A burden he couldn't use lightly. Whether this was a conscious reaction or not didn't matter, it was a hindrance to improving himself.

"What for?" he asked, dismissively. "This is a quirk assessment, I asked you to do that. Quirks like ours can only be used one way, whether we like it or not doesn't matter, it's how we use it that does," Aizawa said. "You want to be a hero don't you?"

Shinsou nodded. "More than anything."

"Then use it like a hero would. Make it strong, perfect every aspect of it until you can use it to save others."

"It scares people,"Shinsou argued, and Aizawa nodded.

"Yes, the thought of being completely at the mercy of another is scary. Being under it, even for just a while, made me feel lost. Like I was a foreigner in my own mind," he explained. "Control is not something one willingly gives, but under the right circumstances it is your greatest weapon. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Shinsou. If you keep denying it for what it really is, then you'll never be what you want."

"What it… really is?" the kid echoed.

"I can't answer that one for you. Work hard and maybe you'll figure it out soon."

Shinsou's eyes shone at the rare sentiment.

"Let's go again." Aizawa walked back into the ring, and they kept at it for another or so.

Like he expected, Shinsou adapted to his speed, and grew bolder in his attacks. He still hesitated to use his quirk, but that was mostly because Aizawa would stop him before he could try. Then, Shinsou managed to pin him down. Aizawa couldn't hide a grin when the kid once again apologized for winning, and they called it a day.

As they left, a lone figure that sat high up a tree dangled their legs playfully below them. They snapped a photo of Shinsou's face, then focused the camera on the hero's face.

"Let's work hard together, Eraser Head."

A/N:There he is again, that pesky mystery guy. Honestly drew a blank on how I was going to write this chapter after the last one. I didn't want Hitoshi's training to seem redundant so I did a POV switch with Aizawa. I'm not really sure if I got his character right, so I'm open to criticisms to write him better.

A moment of silence for Spider-Man leaving the MCU. To cope with the loss, I am starting to brainstorm ideas about making a Spider-man/BNHA fic. Just wondering if any of you would be interested in something like that. Anywho, that ends this notes section. Next chapter the support department gets some well-deserved spotlight. Don't be shy to leave a fave/follow or some reviews! All of the proceeds go to 'Shinsou needs a Hero Scholarship' fund. Sushiiiiiii OUT!