Hey guys! This chapter is going to be a bit of a rollercoaster, with Lei acting a bit more out of character than usual. Lets just say...her being around Dabi and Katsuki does not bode well for Monoma. Yes the legendary antagonizer finally makes an appearance! And some of the stuff Lei says to him is out of pocket. Warning you now, she goes hard.

Trigger warnings for this chapter: violence, degradation(unless you're into that, I don't judge), mocking, vague references to sexual activity, reference to suicide attempt, reference to sibling abuse and neglect. Yes, it's that kind of chapter. Love you all!

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"Move in day, move in day!" Mina sings as she walks with her friends to the campus. Katsuki yawns into his hand as Leinei walks beside him, laughing at her pink friend's enthusiasm. Eijirou smiles as Mina starts talking about who they could possibly be roomed with, or even next to, nearly bouncing on her heels with excitement.

"I call dibs next to Lei!" she announces, falling back to link arms with the purple haired girl. "Sorry, Bakugo."

"You're being too loud. And let her pick who she wants to be with," he snaps at her, growling as Mina sticks her tongue out at him. "Besides, Aizawa probably already chose where everyone would be roomed. No point in trying to decide otherwise until you know."

"Someone's grouchy this morning," Hanta remarks, looking up from his phone to glance over at the sullen Katsuki. "Did someone not get any fun time cuddles?"

"Shut up, Flat Face!"

"What are fun time cuddles?" Leinei asks, confused. "I mean, I know there are regular cuddles, and there are cuddles that lead to sex, but fun time cuddles?"

"If you don't know, then never mind," Hanta laughs, reaching over to rub her head. She swats his hand off, rolling her eyes. Denki shakes his head. "What? Think you can explain her innocence away?"

"I didn't think I was that innocent. Okay then," she replies, shaking her head as they round the corner to the entrance to the campus. A few of their other classmates and a handful of students from Class B are there. A specific blond was blocking the entrance, laughing maniacally as the students from A were trying to get through.

"Oh god not him again," Eijirou groans. "Why can't we just have a simple day? Is that too much to ask? No drama for once?"

"It's Monoma. It wouldn't be a fun day without him," Denki replies sarcastically. "Who wants to take point?"

"It's not worth it," Mina tells him, letting go of Leinei's arm to stand in front of the group again. "We just got done being on individual house arrest. Let's not start the next semester with joint house arrest."

"Was it really house arrest if we came and went as we pleased. They just recommended we stay home," Hanta points out. "Besides, it's Monoma."

"As long as he says nothing to Lei or Kacchan, I think we're fine," Denki relents. "It should be easy peasy to slip in if he's paying attention to the others."

A moment of silence trickles through the group before Hanta and Eijirou start laughing hysterically. Hanta holds his stomach as he doubles over, shaking his head. The red head wipes a tear from his eye as Denki nods, now realizing what he said. Mina pats his shoulder, none of them realizing Katsuki and Leinei had walked ahead of them. Eijirou and Hanta snap out of their laughing fit, all four of them horrified at the fact they were walking up to the nuisance that is Neito Monoma with no care in the world.

"Code Russet, Code Russet," Eijirou says, starting to head after their friends.

"I thought it was Code Orange," Denki replies, following him with Hanta and Mina behind them.

"These codes are confusing!"

"Kaminari is the one that suggested them!"

Izuku, Ochaco, and Tenya glance up, seeing Katsuki and Leinei walking towards them. Izuku separates from his friends to stop the two from walking further forward, as Tenya starts fighting with Monoma. Well, it was more Tenya demanding he move aside and Monoma laughing and mocking him to his face.

"He won't move no matter what we do," the green haired boy says sheepishly as Leinei glances around him to look at the scene going on. "Iida already called for Aizawa, but that was a few minutes ago."

"Should have just called me, I'd set the extra in his place," Katsuki grumbles, shoving past Izuku and heading towards the gate. Leinei grabs him by his collar, sighing softly.

"Katsu, behave. You're not getting detention when we just got back to school, no matter how much leeway Mr. Aizawa may or may not give us," she scolds him, raising an eyebrow as he rolls his eyes at her. She lets go of his collar and clears her throat, walking past him and up to Tenya and Monoma. "Good morning! I believe you're in class B, right?"

"Good morning, Salinsa! I have this handled-"

Tenya quiets himself as she places a hand up, palm facing towards him as she smiles at Monoma, tilting her head to the side with her eyes closed. The Class A rep takes a small step back, fixing his glasses as he tries to comprehend the aura best described as fuck around and find out radiating off her. Monoma scoffs as he looks her over, rolling his eyes.

"And who are you? Another Class A nobody? What are you gonna do, pass out like you did at the Sports Festival?"

"Oh no," she replies, chuckling as she lowers her hand. "No one here is a nobody. Well.." She tilts her head to the opposite side, cracking one eye open. "Maybe you. Tell me, how many minutes of televised screen time have you gotten, negative or not? I think it was maybe fifteen during the Sports Festival, but that was with other people, wasn't it?" She shrugs. "My math may be off. I don't remember you getting a personal call out from the teachers, does anyone else?" She adds, looking over her shoulder to see the others from A and some from B shaking their heads. "That's what I thought! And if I have my information correctly, you were in the building while everyone else was out there fighting for their fucking lives at the summer camp. Y'know, where Katsuki and I were kidnapped. And going through something like that can make you…Katsu, what's the word I'm looking for here?"

"Temperamental? Insane? Pissed off at the world?" he offers, smirking as she laughs and looks back at the blond, whose face is slowly getting more and more red.

"Close. I think the word is volatile. Insanely volatile," she says.

"Code Purple," Denki whispers, hiding a little behind Eijirou and Hanta. "I repeat this is Code Purple."

"Lei, I think that's enough," Mina calls, stepping forward. "Maybe not start a war with Class B before the semester starts?"

"Mina, I adore you. Kindly stay out of this."

Mina flinches at her tone, surprised by the sudden change in Leinei's attitude. She takes a step back, her hands up as she stands next to Eijirou. She glances at Katsuki, who shrugs and shakes his head. He was worried too, knowing this isn't the same girl he met just a few months ago. But he'd be damned if it wasn't hot.

"So. I'm going to give you two options with a timed window of opportunity," she tells Monoma, her voice quiet and cold. He flinches back, glaring at her. "Either you can move and let everyone get ready to move into their new homes, or I can pin your ass to the ground and remind you why you're beneath us."

"You bitch-"

"Oops, your window is closing," she says in a sing-song voice. "Three."

"You-"

"Two~"

"Fine! You bit-"

No one really saw when her fist connected to Monoma's face. They just heard the crack of his nose and the scream he let out. Blood seeped between his fingers as he moved to the side and doubled over, Leinei shaking her hand out as everyone looked between them in horrified awe. She looks at them, an eyebrow arched as some of Class B helped the shit starting blond to Recovery Girl.

"Violence is never the option between peers-" Tenya starts, only to be quieted by a sharp glare.

"At that moment, we weren't peers. He was an enemy that had to be neutralized. I did so. Go ahead and report me to Aizawa. I'll gladly take any amount of detention or suspension for the chance to knock his head again."

With that, she heads onto the campus and towards Heights Alliance. A few of the others trickle behind her, glancing at Katsuki and the rest of their friends. Izuku's brow furrows as he looks at the shocked ashen blond, and the horrified others.

"Has..has she been acting like this since she got back? I don't-"

"No, the last time we hung out, she was normal. She snapped at Todoroki and his siblings, but nothing like this," Mina says.

"She snapped at Todoroki? I thought they were close?" Ochaco asks.

"I honestly don't know. Bakugo, what's going on with your girlfriend?"

"She's working through some crap," he grumbles, shrugging his shoulders as his own concern twists his stomach. "Her sister's a psycho, her brother is stifling and flighty at the same time. She'll apologize to him eventually. Let's just get this figured out."

Come on, Lei, what's going on with you?

Everyone was shown around the dormitory, given their room numbers, and sent off to decorate their rooms as they pleased. Leinei had noted some more luggage had been added to the things she had sent ahead, finding a new unreleased Hawks poster in with her stuff. She shakes her head as she smiles, unrolling it and pulling the chair from her desk over to stand on it. She smooths the corners out on a wall above her dresser, pressing the fancy adhesive corners he always seems to find firmly against the paint.

"Always a pain in my butt," she mumbles, shaking her head as she climbs down and looks at the picture of him flying forward with a feather sword and a cheeky grin. I should text him and let him know I got it.

At that moment, her phone goes off and she grabs it off her desk, plopping on the bed to open the new message. Her lips curl into a scowl as she sees who it's from. And of course it's in the group chat.

Reina: {Hey, how are you getting settled into the dorm?}

Leinei: {It's fine. Bigger than my bedroom.}

Reina: {That's good. Are you getting along with your classmates? It's going to be different living with them than seeing them for a few hours every day.}

Leinei: {I think I'll manage. What do you want?}

Reina: {I just wanted to check on you. I noticed you had come in the other day and missed some stuff. I went ahead and sent it to the school for you, if you haven't already gotten it. You haven't talked to me since Tuesday so I thought I'd reach out first.}

Leinei: {Good for you. I don't want to talk to you yet. When you open with an apology and ACTUALLY mean it, maybe. Until then, leave me alone.}

She ignores the incoming call from her sister a few seconds after the text had been received. She turns the phone on silent and places it face down on her bed to get up and finish decorating. Despite her coarse words, she did still love her sister. She's been the one of the two constants in her life, the other being Keigo. But, it's still Reina. Reina, the one who says cruel things and means it, Reina who barely even came to see her in the hospital, Reina who was willingly going to hand her over to Gorlov, knowing what he does. How can she just forgive her so quickly when Reina always says the same sorry, goes through the same motions of being a good sister, only to fall back into the old ways of neglect and willful ignorance?

She said sorry when their parents died, when Touya died. Then turned around two weeks later and blamed Leinei, a six year old child who didn't even know her quirk had manifested. I didn't know any better…

After the carnage at Shiketsu, she said those cruel words to her. In the hospital, she apologized. Painted herself the victim of Leinei's attempt, which hurt more than anything. I just wanted you to care…

And now. With the Gorlov debacle, the running away to Katsuki's, and now Reina is starting the cycle all over again. I can't take this anymore.

And despite all of this, she still sets a picture of her and her siblings on her desk next to the Funko pops Katsuki had bought her. Tears still burn at her eyes out of frustration and hatred directed at only who knows where.

Why can't she just be like Keigo? Why can't she just care like Keigo does? Why? Am I really that bad that only people not directly related to me can stomach being around me?

I'm still broken…

There's a knock at the door she doesn't hear, still staring at the picture on her desk. Tears are burning at her eyes, seemingly trapped just underneath the surface and unable to run their familiar tracks down her face. She wants to cry, there's that need to cry. To release those emotions that's been bottling themselves up inside her, but there's no switch she can find that was so easy to flip before. Why can't I cry? Am I so mentally fucked my body is following suit? I hate this, I just want to cry!

There's another knock at the door, this time with her hearing it. She takes a deep breath, shaking her head before slapping her cheeks as she exhales. You're fine. No reason to cry. Just smile and pretend you're okay. It's the same song and dance you always do. Just talk to Katsu about this later. He'll know what to do.

Hopefully.

She opens the door, surprised to see Shoto there. He's wearing casual clothes, shirt untucked from his jeans, and his hand is raised like he's about to knock again.

"Oh, Sho-chan, hey," she greets, feigning a smile as she holds the edge of her door. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Mr. Aizawa said he wanted to see you. He also said for you to change into something comfortable to train in if you weren't already."

"Alright, thank you, Sho-chan. Um…" She looks down at her feet as he looks to the side, shrugging. "About the other day, I'm sorry for snapping the way I did on Fuyumi and Natsuo. I just had a lot-"

"They're not mad," he replies, cutting her words off with a soft sigh. "They understand you went through a lot, and the way they approached you probably wasn't the best way to do anything. They wanted me to apologize to you for them, and Fuyumi has an open invitation for dinner anytime you'd like, if you changed your mind about talking about the dead past."

"That..that's nice of them."

"It's Fuyumi. She's too nice sometimes," he remarks with another shrug.

"Yeah, she can be I guess…"

"What happened this morning at the front gate?" he asks after a few seconds of silence. "Midoriya told me you punched Monoma from Class B?"

"Ah, yeah, I did," she confirms, feeling her face warm up as he raises an eyebrow. "It..I-I don't really have an excuse. I'm going to apologize. I just want to wait until he's had a chance to calm down so he doesn't think I'm lying."

"Alright." They sit in awkward silence for a few more seconds before he rubs the back of his neck. "I know that we weren't that close as kids. I'm not trying to say I know you, or anything like that, but, if you need someone to talk to that isn't Bakugo or Ashido, I may not be the best for metaphorical conversations-"

"Thank you, Sho-chan," she says softly, her smile becoming a little more genuine. "I will keep that in mind. I should get ready to see Mr. Aizawa. I don't want to keep him waiting too long."

"Right. Have a good day."

"You too."

Shoto leaves and Leinei sighs softly, her shoulders slumping as she steps back into her room and shuts the door. Her hands are shaking so much, and she doesn't even know why. He didn't say anything remotely triggering or upsetting, he just was there-

Don't…don't think about it. You know it's not him. He just resembles his brother. It's half his brother, the other half his dad. It's not Touya. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it you fucking idiot.

You know it's not him. Shoto isn't Touya. The Touya you knew and loved is dead and gone, replaced by that monster-

The monster I'm still willingly going back to next week. Keigo doesn't even know. How the fuck am I going to get out of here without any alarms going off? That's a worry for another day…maybe next Friday when I sneak my happy ass out of here without getting caught or worse, expelled.

"I see someone finally decided to join us," Aizawa says, raising an eyebrow as he sees Leinei jog over to him and a vaguely familiar lavender haired boy. She nods, taking the hairband off her wrist to pull her hair from her face.

"Sorry, Shoto didn't tell me where exactly we were meeting," she says, a little out of breath as she glances around at the trees and the open sky above them. "I had to track you using my quirk."

"Neat trick you can do then," the boy tells her, rubbing the back of his neck. Aizawa sighs and shakes his head, at which Leinei tilts her head as she studies him. "Teach talked you up. I thought you'd be better."

"And who the hell are you?" she snaps back, crossing her arms across her chest. "I don't remember you from the training camp or anything. You must be-"

"This is Hitoshi Shinso," Aizawa says, breaking up the brewing fight before it could happen. "He's the other student I handpicked to train. You may recognize him from the Sports Festival when he fought Midoriya."

"Oh you mean the guy Izu threw over his shoulder?" she laughs, Hitoshi's nose twitching in embarrassed anger. "Right, you wanted to be in the hero course. You have a villain quirk like I do."

"Neither of you have a villain quirk," their teacher scolds, using the side of his hands to tap both of them on the head. "You decide your quirks' potential, and its limits. No one else. If you do that, you've already failed."

"Yes sir," they mumble, to which Aizawa cracks a little smile. He raises the hand over Leinei's head before bringing it down a little harder. She yelps, holding the spot he hit. Hitoshi laughs, snorting into his hand as he quickly looks away and coughs to hide his giggles when Leinei glared at him.

"What was that for?!" she demands, looking up at him.

"You broke Monoma's nose this morning."

"...yes I did."

"Before I punish you, let me ask you. Are you going to punch everyone who calls you a bitch in the real world? There's going to be reporters that don't agree with you, slander articles, sometimes they'll do it to your face on live TV. Are you going to break all their noses and prove they're right about you? Or smile, nod, and diffuse the situation with words?"

"Guess the rumors about you being the Lavender Devil are true," the boy mumbles, looking away again Leinei's eye twitches.

"Shinso," Aizawa warns. "But what's your choice, Salinsa?"

"I'm going to apologize to him. I just..I just wasn't in the right headspace this morning and I took it out on him."

"I'm glad you came to that conclusion. You have detention for the next three days."

Son of a bitch.

"Yes sir."

"Monoma got two as well. For instigating a fight, and blocking a fire exit. You'll be serving it in the same room. If there's a fight, more days will be tacked on. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Wonderful. Glad we could come to an agreement. Now, let's start your training."

Both pairs of eyes, purple and blue, light up with excitement, the first hint of a wonderful friendship about to bloom as they share their determined smiles. With an enthusiastic yes sir, Aizawa starts the seventh level of hell that would be their training.

"Again!" he barks as they separate from their spar. Hitoshi's face is flushed, dirt streaking his cheek where Leinei had slammed him down into the ground. On the other hand, he gashed her knee pretty good on an exposed tree root while they had rolled back and forth for the pin on the other. Both were breathing hard, circling each other.

Leinei had lunged first this time, leading with her right knee to his side. He brings his left knee across to deflect, turning on his heel and slamming his elbow into her stomach. She grits her teeth to keep from coughing, falling back a step as he recovers his back from any open attacks. Before he can fully get his footing, she leaps forward again, grabbing his shirt collar and using the momentum to pull herself up for a direct heel to his chest. He gasps for breath but places one hand on her wrist, the other on her ankle and throws her off him.

She rolls once as she hits the ground, feeling the wind knock out of her lungs before she catches herself by grabbing the dirt and swinging her legs underneath her. By the time she has stabilized enough to try and get herself back up, Hitoshi's foot comes down on her shoulder, bringing her to the ground before he straddles her back and pins her arms to her sides. She pants, a little trickle of saliva leaving her mouth as she squirms and tries to get from under him. He's breathing as heavily as she is, nearly slumped over and out of energy. Before Aizawa can call the fight, he rolls off of her and onto his back, closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath.

"You-you fight damn better than I thought," he tells her between breaths, lifting his fist up before letting it fall back to the ground with a soft thud. He had meant to hold it up for a fist bump, but the adrenaline had already left his body, leaving exhaustion and the overwhelming soreness in it's wake. She chuckles, rolling onto her back before folding her arms across her stomach.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," she replies, closing her eyes. "For a general studies kid, you have some skills too. You definitely have the mettle to be a hero."

"Think so?"

"Yeah. A damn good one too. Damn that was a good blow," she groans, holding the spot he had elbowed. He laughs, pushing himself up before getting to his feet. He holds his hand out to her, grinning as she takes it and pulls herself to her feet.

"Thanks-"

His eyes widen as she grabs his still outstretched arm with her free hand and brings her knee hard into his stomach. He gags, bending over as he spits up small amounts of saliva and bile.

"The fuck!"

"That's for the throw," she tells him. "Keep your guard up. Otherwise it'll get you killed."

"The fight was over," he protests, looking at Aizawa. The teacher shrugs, rubbing his head. "The fight-"

"He didn't call it yet," she reminds him, helping him stand straight. "Never assume a fight is over because both parties are down. You never know what the other has."

"She has a point. I'd listen to her," Aizawa agrees. "But the fight's over now. You both have done well."

"What was even the point of this? You just had us beat each other senseless for four hours," Leinei asks, yawning into her hand afterwards.

"So you both get a sense of how one another works, and so that I could see where you both need work. I'll write up full reports and send them to your rooms so you can look over them. We meet here three times a week for extra lessons. If you progress fast enough, Salinsa, you may be introduced to the capture scarf prior to the provisional licensing exams."

"What about me?"

"You'll be introduced as well. Hopefully before then. You two are progressing well regardless of if you'll be introduced or not. Head back to your dorms and relax. Class starts back up tomorrow."

"Yes sir!"