Hagakure Tōru was ordinarily a bubbly, upbeat, energetic girl. She tended to approach life with a smile, even if it was for her alone to see. Of course, it was hard to keep up that attitude given what she'd just learned.

"I HATE YOU!" she yelled at her parents. It was a rare occasion when she showed her father's temper, but this was one of those times. "All those times I wanted to go out and you told me it was too dangerous -- you were just trying to make sure I never met anyone who wasn't in on your lies! The times I thought it would be funny to sneak naked around guests, they all saw me! We never had any family photographs, not because Mom and I wouldn't show up in them, but because Iwould! Even my stupid haircut -- I had to use scissors on myself because I thought nobody else could see my hair, and I didn't care what it looked like because only I could see it, but you just let me look stupid in front of everyone!

"Aizawa-sensei is the only one who's ever told me the truth. That's why I want to leave with him!"

Her mother and father flinched back at the words. Even Aizawa had a brief look of shock on his face, though he quickly got it under control.

"You can't leave,Tōru," her mother said. "We're your family."

"The government doesn't step in to deal with bad parenting very often," Aizawa cut in, "but given your roles as her Quirk counselors in addition to her parents, as well as the magnitude of this stunt you pulled, they will make an exception in this case. You'll be lucky if you only lose your counseling licenses and parental rights." He turned toTōru. "Go and pack whatever you need."

"We'll file a police report! Charge you with kidnapping!" her father bellowed.

"Did you really think I only recorded that one statement?" Aizawa asked, and her father shut up immediately. "The entire recording will be passed on to the relevant authorities." There might have been more he said, but the sound cut out when Tōru closed the door to her bedroom.

First things first, figure out how much bag space I have.

As it turned out, she had one large bag for plushies and another for clothes and bedding. Not nearly enough for everything she had, of course; clothes and plushies were her main way of expressing herself, so that was most of what she'd ordered with her allowance.

Oh, there was her phone. She shouldn't forget that.

Actually... There was something she could do.

Tōru unlocked her phone and went to the camera setting. She'd never tried the selfie function, as she'd been certain it wouldn't work, but now she activated it and took a quick picture.

Then she sent it to all of her contacts, along with a caption saying "I know you all lied to me. Don't bother replying."

Even if she could forgive them later, she didn't want to hear from any of them right now.

Tōru returned to picking out the clothes she'd be taking along with her. She knew which colors went with each other, but she now had to take into account her hair and skin color. As a result, a large chunk of her outfit that had been okay when she thought only she could see how stupid she looked was suddenly no good now that she knew the truth. Eventually, she managed to pare it down enough that she had the bag ready. Her charger, earphones, and wallet went in her purse, and then there was nothing left to do here.

She walked down the stairs and moved to tap Aizawa on the shoulder so he'd know she was there, but he turned and asked, "You ready?"

Oh, right, I'm actually visible. That's going to take some getting used to.Out loud, she said, "Yes, Aizawa-sensei."

"Then let's go." He opened the door without another word and walked out,Tōru following right behind him. She took the door and slammed it hard.Time to leave behind those liars for good.

"Hop in," Aizawa said as he got into his car.Tōru got in the other side and started up her phone. She might not want to talk to anyone, but there were things she could still do. Look at dokkiri shows, for one.

So for the entirety of the drive to Aizawa's house, that was what she did.

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Aizawa sighed as he watchedTōru setting up in a spare bedroom. He'd have to talk with her tomorrow about what she wanted to do, since she'd latched on to him. Right now, though, he had to make a report and then catch up on some much-needed sleep. He dug out his phone and called Nezu.

The animal of unknown type answered immediately. "So how'd it go?"

"The parents were bad enough I had to rake her home with me for her own safety."

"What did they do?"

"Controlled her entire life so they could make her think she was invisible. I have no idea how she managed to get through the entrance exam without anyone commenting on her looks, but apparently I was the first person who wouldn't play along."

Nezu's jaw dropped. "Even her Quirk counselors? You can't be serious."

"Her parents served as her Quirk counselors."

"Well, well, well..." Nezu now had a crafty look on his face. "Send me the proof. You know how much I hate ethics violations in science."

Aizawa did, of course. All the teachers knew Nezu had himself been the victim of some unethical experiments.

"Thank you, Aizawa. I'm going to havefundealing with this."