Sooo... this wasn't supposed to be an actual chapter, but I did it on both the Shinson and Dadzawa discord (which you should all join - it's awesome) and Tumblr, so I figured I might as well toss it in here as well.
It's an AU type-thing or something. You'll see what I mean

Wonderland Tea Party: Honestly, who doesn't like coco and marshmallows? And yeah, Shinso deserves all the hugs. Glad you liked it! ^^

He had to - no, wanted to do this.
No matter what. Even if it was ironic as hell.

"Are you sure about this?" Nazu asked, looking at the child who stood in front of the table of assembled teachers. "Easer, your teacher, was quite volacal about his objection to this task. And Mic didn't seem too keen on it either."

"I am," Shinso said steadily, eyes unwavering. "I'm the only one who can."

"You realize the risk which accompanies this, correct?" Thirteen asked, just to make sure. "Including others who do not know, unwillingly making it harder for you?"

"I do, and I have a plan to deal with that," Hitoshi never changed his expression, but they caught a hint of pain in his voice.

"Very well then," the principal closed his eyes. "You are hereby given permission to infiltrate the Villain Alliance and act as a spy. Best of luck to you."

"Thank you," the boy gave a bow of his head before turning and leaving the room, knowing full well all eyes were on him.

Some of the teachers felt bad that, this even happened. They had other ideas, different plans on how to deal with the Villain Alliance, but Shinso came to them, offering his abilities and reputation. A boy like him – who was called a villain most of his life – is ready to do pretty much anything to be a hero for once. Even at great personal cost.

Hitoshi was packing when he heard the front door open and a loud call of "I'm home!" in English was heard. Uncle Mic was home.

"Welcome back," the kid called automatically, suddenly feeling pressured. Maybe this will be harder than he thought… but he's still going to do it.

With a deep breath, Shinso left his bag still open and made his way downstairs, where Yamada was rummaging through the cupboards in search of some food. As he closed in on his uncle, Hitoshi felt his heartrate increase.

"How was school?" Mic asked, not even looking at the boy.

"Same old, same old…" he said back casually, staring at the man. It was now or never.

"Aw, I'm sure something interesting happened," Hizashi turned and as soon as he did, he saw Hitoshi's eyes were colored in a green hue. And before he knew it, his body froze, mind trapped and unable to control his own motions.

"I'm so sorry…" he heard the boy whisper and was in a state of panic inside his own head. What is this? What was happening? Why is he doing this?

"You will forget you ever met me. I am nothing more than a stranger to you," as soon as Shinso spoke the words, Mic's mind felt like it was hit by lighting and he blacked out. He couldn't even scream as he could see memories being erased and ripped apart before there was nothing but darkness.

Shota came home late as usual, feeling tired and exhausted, but also annoyed. Shinso never showed up for training today, despite the fact they still had a lot of work to do.

"I'm home," Aizawa called as he locked the door, and walked in the hall.

"Hey Shota!" came from the living room and he saw Mic sitting there, watching the TV.

"Where's 'Toshi?" Eraser tossed his bag on the sofa and cracked his neck.

"Who?" Yamada blinked at him a few times, looking like it's the first time he's heard the name.

"Don't mess around – I'll kick his ass for now showing up at training," Shota grumbled, a frown on his face.

"…You feeling okay? Who are you training?" Mic asked, still looking confused.

"…" Aizawa blinked a few times now, because he sounded far too serious for that. And Hizashi doesn't let jokes drag on if they're not funny.

"Hitoshi!" he called, leaning into the hall. "Get down here now!" he hated yelling, but he was getting concerned now. Did something happen?

"Yeah?" Shinso came walking down the stairs, looking tenser than usual, but that bored and tired look was still there.

"What happened to Yamada?" Shota kept looking from one person the other, while the blonde himself looked scared at the strange kid in his house.

"…" Hitoshi looked away, biting his lip as if he was guilty of something.

"'Toshi," Aizawa lowered his voice, eyes narrowing.

"I'm sorry," came a whisper as the kid looked up. Shota was just a second too late to activate his own Quirk before feeling the effects of brainwashing. He cursed as much as he could and struggled all he wanted, but he was only a puppet now. And Hizashi was starting to panic, asking questions, before apparently getting stuck under the brainwashing again.

"I hope you don't hold it against me…" came a whisper as they could see the kid shaking. "You will forget I ever existed. I am nobody, not even a stranger."

Shinso watched as he finally managed to get both adults onto the sofa, just so they wouldn't wake on the floor. His eyes were filled with sorrow as he put his bag of belonging on his shoulder and left the house. Everything in his room was either taken or thrown out, and everything that belonged to him or showed his existence removed. Including all pictures. Almost all.

"…" he stared down at the photo of him, Shota and Yamada at a dinner, each of them smiling and happy in their own way. He inhaled deeply, before taking out a match and setting fire to the photo, letting its ashes scatter to the wind.

"Time to become what everyone always told me I'd be…" he said quietly, looking at the dark sky. He never looked back as he left the street, even as he knew they'd both be waking up soon.