Quality control? What's that? I don't have a beta so the fic is confusing and I'm sorry!

Honestly though, This has been in my drafts forever, so I figured I would just post it, even though it is... certainly not perfect. If you find a bunch of weird inconsistencies that is because I HATE fanfiction . net's upload format. The edited and updated more often version is on a03 by the same title and author.

"Hi. I'm Tatari Akira, it's a pleasure to meet you." She set her tray down across from the purple haired boy who was drinking pepsi and glaring at her.

"What do you want?" He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, the bags under his eyes a dark grey that did his pale complexion no favours. His tone was sharp, and Akira's fledgling confidence faltered.

"Oh… well, I don't really know anyone, and I figured I could come sit here, since the seats weren't taken?"

She blinked, and she was sitting alone, her lunch gone and the warning bell ringing for her next class. It seemed the rumours about him were right.

He took total control. She didn't remember anything from the 45 minutes she had been out. Total control. Her breathing was shallow, and her hands shook, her whole body trembling with terror. Total control. She closed her eyes, steadying her breathing until she was calm.

She smiled, picking up her tray and heading towards the exit. Perfect .

She chewed quietly through the first half hour of lunch, and he thought maybe she would get the hint and leave him alone when she spoke so softly he almost missed it.

"The weathers lovely, eh?"

"Didn't you get the message? I'm not here to make friends." Shinsou shot her a menacing glare. A few people from his class were already scared of him and probably spreading rumors, and he couldn't get a read on this girl but she seemed fake, like she didn't want her to be there either. He thought about just moving her, but he felt kind of bad after the last few times, and it could get him in trouble, though it didn't seem like she'd told anyone after the first eight times.

But a question had been clawing at him, burrowing into his thoughts a little deeper every time she sat down with awkward small talk that clearly made her uncomfortable. The question was growing now, feeding off his thoughts until it became a compulsion that consumed his thoughts from 11:50 to 12:40 every weekday. So annoying.

She was eating from a bento box that seemed to contain only meats. Repulsive.

She was shimmering a little, like she did whenever it got particularly awkward. He didn't know what that was about either. "What about... an ally?"

"Hn?" He narrowed his eyes at her, just trying to enjoy his pepsi.

"We don't necessarily need to be friends. But maybe we could be allies? Help each other out and stuff?"

"I don't need anything from you."

"Well… I guess not, but I've got some pretty interesting gear in the works. Mostly general stuff, but I could do something specific for you if you have, like, weak knees or something? I checked the rules, you can't take it off campus, but there's nothing preventing support students making gear for non-hero course students."

"Sounds like a great deal for me. And of course you want something in return. Maybe someone to do something. Someone to fall in love with you or some nerd to do your homework? There's somebody you wanna control, right?"

She wrinkled her nose, her voice steadying. "I don't think that's really for me. I mostly wanted someone to try out my support items, and you seem like you would give good feedback. You're clearly fit." Her eyes roved across his body with a cold cynicism that didn't convey attraction, but still made him want to put on a hoodie. "You're in high standing in your class too, right? And I heard you want to be a hero. Students in the hero course are usually too busy to try our hero gear, ironically. "

"Oh, Is that all?" Was she stalking him?

"Well… your quirk is pretty interesting."

Of course she thinks it's interesting. Here comes the real reason .

"If we were study buddies, you could make sure I don't check my phone! That would be pretty handy." She let out a weak chuckle.

Shinsou was staring at her like he was trying to unbend a screw with telekinesis. He could not figure this girl out.

"I also brought you a bribe, to sweeten the pot a little?" She rummaged in her bag, pulling out a paper bag filled with pastries. "I noticed you never eat lunch. If you're training to be a hero, nutrition is important! What would happen if you were fighting some villain and passed out from low blood sugar? Someone could get hurt." Her voice shifted wildly through the joke, as though she was flipping through tones she had heard and couldn't settle.

A chuckle escaped him, despite his best efforts remain solemn. "You're a freak, you know that?"

She smiled, small and genuine. "I've heard that."

"Well, keep the pastries coming, and I guess I can help you with some testing. But I want first dibs when your crap goes to market."

Her expression was blinding, her wide brown eyes all filled with hope and light and optimistic nonsense. He hoped it wasn't contagious.

They walked together hand in hand,

"Shouto!" Tiny Naoko shrieked. She grabbed onto his arm and hiding her face in his back. "A monster!"

He raised his palm towards the beast, matching its evil glare with a chilling look of his own. He thought about mercy, but decided quickly against it. Mercy was for weaklings like Naoko, not him. He wouldn't let this offense go unpunished. No offense could ever go unpunished. Especially not an attack on his future wife.

The path ahead frosted over, and the koi pond to their left and the flower bed to their right were coated in an icy sheen. The fish might be dead. He knew father wouldn't care either way. The beast screeched, thrashing against its frozen prison until it was drowned in ice.

"Are you alright?"

"I… I think I'm okay."

He turned and pinched her cheeks, her teary eyes widening in confusion. "You're lucky I was here. You could have died."

She nodded gravely, looking back at the horrible monster and shivering, her body blinking between translucent and opaque.

"You don't have to shake when I'm here. I won't let them get you."

He held out his hand, his cheeks pink. "Let's go. You need tea, you're clearly trauma-, traumet-…" He scrunched his nose, trying to finish the word his mama always used. It didn't come to him. "Scared."

"Okay." She took his hand and smiled, wiping her tears away with the back of her sleeve.

Endeavor and Dr. Masters walked over to where the poor racoon was encased in ice. Dr. Masters chuckled.

"He's strong for a child. Whatever you're doing is clearly working, Enji. I'm impressed."

"That girl of yours has him wrapped around her little fingers."

He hummed thoughtfully. "It seems so, doesn't it? It's good for the boy. Developing protective instincts early."

"It looks like he'll need to do a lot of protecting." There was the slightest hint of condescension in Enji's tone.

Dr. Masters straightened his tie. "I'm raising her to be obedient first, and a hero second. I've noticed it helps with the attitude issues. Speaking of attitude, how is your wife?" It seemed Enji needed to be reminded of his place loudly and often, or he started to get wild ideas that they were equals.

"Fine."

"Wonderful. Now, my good man, I think we had better chaperone the two of them making tea. I would hate for them to have some sort of accident ."

"Do you believe in destiny?" Akira had asked the question before the door had even closed behind her. It seemed she was starting to get something out of counseling.

"No." Aizawa didn't look up from the papers he was grading.

"I think I used to. But, I don't anymore."

"You're sounding chipper. That's good." Aizawa's flat tone didn't match his words, but the deadpan tone didn't seem to phase her, or at least, it didn't make her any more nervous than she already was.

"Do you know Katsuki and Kirishima? They're in the hero course."

"I recognise the names." Aizawa smirked under his scarf. If he cared, he would probably wonder how they crossed paths. UA was a big school.

"Well, I almost poisoned them, and I think we're friends now. And I realised something. It's up to me, who I want to be and stuff. Doing nothing is still a choice, right? That means, right now, I'm deciding to do nothing. And that's stupid!" She was still standing, fists raised. Staring right past Aizawa, staring at what, he didn't know. Didn't really care.

Aizawa had to smother a chuckle. Her pose looked almost exactly like one of Kirishima's "manly" poses. "So what are you going to do?"

She looked slightly surprised when he spoke, like she had forgotten he was even there. She sat down quickly, markedly more subdued and looking a little sheepish. "Not nothing, that's for sure."

Hmm, Aizawa thought, There might be hope for her yet.