DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Hero Academia.

ISSUE 002! That which isn't a typical encounter

Two boys were staring at each other, one in amazement plus curiosity, one in utter confusion. Eventually, the taller one (without even counting his abnormal hair posture) broke the silence. "Uh, no. I used my quirk. It's Brainwashing. Pretty self explanatory, or if I need to add something, it's activated through eye contact and verbal response, miss one of those results in failure."

Shinsō cringed. One second later he was perfectly ready to puke his soul out. This textbook response is one created out of desperation to act nonchalant ever since he got a taste on how everyone percieves him to be a villain in the making. One look at his tightly curled up fist though, which is shaking quite violently right now, it's obvious he would never get comfortable with this particular situation.

"Really? Whoa. Truthfully, I... umm..." Midoriya is at loss of words. When he gave one look to his rescuer, the result is one such expression of dejection. One look of sad understanding. It's like the brainwasher fully expected something bad would come out from Midoriya's mouth.

"It's okay. I get it. About how do you see m—" Shinsō couldn't finish his sentence, much to his surprise.

"No! Oh, yes! Wait, I mean—! Your quirk! I have soooo many questions about it. Like, like, uhh... how intense can a command be percieved? Or, could a recording work against the target? How far is the maximum distance the quirk could work, is it depending on your hearing even the faintest of faint sounds? Do you—"

"I need to go home fast, see ya."

With a trail of dust left behind, Shinsō bolted to the outer gate direction, his eyes frantic.

The next day. "Y-you may not r-r-re-remember me from yesterday, but that's okay! Umm..."

The one who was rescued before started a conversation. "I'm Midoriya Izuku, the transfer student! Almost nobody bothered to remember me, so... yeah," he finishes with a solemn eyes, yet stutters like usual after two seconds. "Ummm... n-n-nice to meet y-you! I mean, we technically met before, so that makes this moment the official one! Right," even after the sentence concludes, Midoriya still racked up his brain to attempt saying more, nevertheless Shinsō decided to handle things up from here.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm Shinsō Hitoshi. Likewise. Nice to meet ya, bud," Shinsō returned the gesture.

In an instant he remembered the long-winded words courtesy of Midoriya yesterday, which was what he could percieve at that moment, an analysis. An in-depth, impromptu analysis of his quirk's possibilities. Even the user himself hadn't thought that far. Which is why he got even less sleep at night for one day due to him seemingly never stops to recall his barrage of questions. The fact that he, at that time, wasn't like the others who dismissed him as a villain in the making doesn't even crosses his mind.

Shinsō faced a dilemma. Should he move on and refrain to talk to him like he did to almost everyone his age, or should he presses on to remind him that Brainwashing is one fascinating quirk to study (for him, at least). How should he approach this situation...

But then Midoriya beat him to the punch. "I'm sorry for yesterday."

To which Shinsō could only reply in fast reflex. "Hey, no problem. You're fine now. Maybe... stay away from big guys next time?" He dryly remarks with an awkward laugh.

"No... not that," Midoriya corrected. To which Shinsō responded in a simple, clean 'huh' with a question mark. "I mean... that too! I'm really grateful, but," he paused, blinked several times, before finally lowering his gaze. "I mean, I kinda blabbered like an idiot to you, about your quirk..." now Midoriya really felt ashamed. "It was kind of... no, it was rude. Very rude. Again, sorry."

Thinking about it, he's... kind of right. Maybe he exaggerated that bit because... who doesn't love being questioned about their quirks?

"I'm a maniac for quirks. Any quirk, if you haven't noticed already."

Silence reigned. Shinsō now only needed to ask one question. Just one question is enough. "Are you... still curious about Brainwashing, by a-any c-chance?"

To which Midoriya could only nod slowly, unsure of the sudden question but nonetheless answers it with honesty.

Another round of sleepiness dominates Shinsō's facial features. He contemplated his decision to tell the odd transfer student more about his mental quirk. Maybe after this, they could be friends... No. Shinsō isn't here to make friends.

He's going to be a hero, starting from U.A. But of course he would never tell anyone. Not even him... not even Midoriya is able to resist hiding the urge to laugh mercilessly at him. There's just no way.

Fate hasn't been so kind to Shinsō since day one, but today is where it took turn for the worst. By the time he reached the usual path leading to the school's front gate, he felt a ominous, chilling presence to his left. He's not sure how he even able to discern these unpleasant aura when he literally stands amongst a large batch of students walking and chattering amongst each other.

"So you were the one. Hey, brat," said the one that was glaring daggers at the lavender haired boy. "BRAT! C'mere for a sec. It won't take long," he gritted his teeth when the target doesn't move for a while, all of a sudden in a hurry to walk to the gate, obviously to escape the school and his demand. So, he added a word of reassurance. "You walk one step I will race you to your position and beat the shit out of your pathetic face."

Left with no choice, Shinsō obliged.

He's now face to face with the punk whose body is bigger than an obelisk. Their position is in the side of the field, near the warehouse, and most inportantly, near the spot Shinsō rescued a certain someone, brainwashed two guys.

"You think mental quirk users could get away with breaking one rule of not using quirks in public, HUH? Brat, you won't get away with what you did to my men," the punk violently stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and screamed. His smelly breath came in contact with Shinsō's nose, necktie crumpled.

"YOU'LL DIE AND ROT HERE, BASTAR—"

But fate, once again, decided to give one more surpise that day. Said punk's face got brutally smashed from the side by a piece of cold, hard metal in form of a right fist.

TEAM REJECTS

Midoriya: "This issue 002 is a rewrite, with some plot points changed."