That asshole never gave him a visitors pass. Majima looked at the giant metal barrier that had sprung up from the ground when he tried to get into the building. He really didn't want to have to use his quirk here, since technically, he is unlicensed. But at the same time, Majima Kokiri was legally dead. Never registered his quirk with the government when that became a thing to do, meaning he was recognized as quirkless, and after about a hundred or so years, they just assumed he was dead from old age or whatever. He should probably get that fixed, might help him down the line.

"Excuse me, but would you happen to be Majima-san?" Great, now he's hearing things. God, that voice was annoying, yet strangely polite. Well, it makes sense, figured that after all this time, something had to go. Just a shame that it had to be his sanity. Either way, he can't get past this barrier without using Time Stop, so he guessed he'd just hav- "Sir? If you could just look down, please?"

Look down? Why the hell would he- "Oh, shit, aren't you adorable. What's up?" Apparently, the source of the voice was a small rodent wearing… wearing an… impeccable suit… Fuckin' what? Is he still drunk?

"Why thank you for your kind words. Would you happen to know where I can find someone named Majima Kokiri?" The mouse-thing asked him nicely with their hands folded in front of them, continuing to be the absolute weirdest thing he has seen in quite some time. And that was saying something.

"That… would be… me…" Was he speechless? That's new.

"Ah, Majima-san, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am principal Nezu, and I'd like to welcome you to my humble little school." The mouse introduced himself, beginning to lead the time stopper through the metal barrier and into the very-much-not-humble school. They made their way down the halls, passing by quite a few students. That would take some time to get used to, haven't been one for crowds for a long time. "Now, Majima-san," He looked down at Nezu, "When Yagi-san told me of the offer he made to you, I must admit that I was highly skeptical. Time quirks themselves are unimaginably rare, not to mention one that allows the quirk-holder to live for as long as you have."

Majima nodded, "I understand. Might not pay much attention to what goes on around me, but I could tell that the offer would come with some baggage." Some random guy with an unregistered quirk, with no license to even use said quirk, being offered a job at the leading Hero Academy was much more than skeptical, it was straight up suspicious. As they walked into the principal's office, his eyes glanced over the shelves of books that lined the walls. The two sat down, with Majima handing over a folder with all of his, admittedly outdated, credentials. Seemed like Nezu didn't care for their age, though, simply putting the folder into one of the filing cabinets behind him.

"Guess I can assume I got the job, then? Not much of an interview, then, if that's the case." Majima joked, pulling out a box of cigarettes and shaking them with a raised brow and lighting one when the mouse nodded his head. Wow, he felt much lighter than he did a moment ago. Was he really that stressed out about this job?

"Well, a quirk like yours combined with your degrees and at the suggestion of Yagi-san, no less, I don't see much reason to question your ability to perform your tasks to the standards that we hold here at UA." Is that right? Guess he was just psyching himself out then. "Besides, I'd much rather get the story behind those tattoos of yours." Majima's cigarette fell to the floor as he started coughing on the smoke in his lungs, choking while he glared at the mouse through tear-filled eyes. Despite this, the time stopper could see Nezu's innocent-looking smile as he watched him fall apart.

"How in the hell do you know about those?" He manage to get out during his coughing fit.

"I caught a glimpse of red and brown on your shoulder." The mouse answered his question as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe, the smug little prick.

"I'm wearing a muscle shirt! They fit like a glove, how did you see it?!" Please don't point out his less-than-stellar physique, he's still kind of sensitive about that.

"Your shirt shifted a bit when you shook your pack of cigarettes. I would guess that you're simply not as well-built as you'd need to be for your shirt to fit that tightly." Ah, damnit, he pointed it out. Now he feels dumb and self-conscience.

"Little bastard." He managed to stop coughing, sitting up straight as it seemed as they were getting straight to business.

"Now, maybe you'd like to tell me why a member of the Yakuza took an offer to teach at my school?" There it is, Majima could see it now, a glint of something in Nezu's eye. The mouse's voice had an edge to it, too, now. Guess he really cared about this school, huh?

Majima felt like he was being judged, felt like he needed to set things straight. "Ex-Yakuza. Old school. Not the husk of an organization as it is now. I was a member when it was still big, but I got out when I discovered my quirk. They didn't take to kindly to me, thought I'd use my power to off the chairman of the clan or something like that." Majima explained, being honest about his past for what felt like the first time in a century. Hoo boy, that was a huge weight off of his chest.

"I'm thankful for your honesty, Majima-san. I can assume you were part of the Majima Family within the Tojo Clan?"

"That's right." Majima lit another cigarette, knowing he'd need it to get through this conversation. Maybe even a drink when all's said and done. Does Inko have any booze at her place? Couldn't imagine she would. Damn.

"Hmm…" He could practically feel the displeasure that was rolling off of Nezu in waves, "That's not the best family to come from."

"Not gonna lie, great uncle Goro didn't exactly have all of his screws in tight, but he was a go- he was a decent enough- He was a man when he needed to be. He's the one who got me out of the clan once everyone was coming down on my head. Even gave me some money to get me started."

"All right then, so long as I don't grow suspicious of any foul play, I guess you can be trusted. Though I assume you have a sore spot about your pinkie finger?"

"Yeah." Majima stuff his four-fingered left hand into his pocket, "Mind if we just gloss over that one?"

"Ah, very well. You are already aware of Yagi-san's condition, I assume?"

Majima waved him off. "Yeah yeah, Iwata's already filled me in on everything. Something about diminishing powers, or whatever, I kinda zoned out halfway through."

"Iwata?"

"It's not important, just tell me what class I'm gonna be teaching. Gonna have to start getting some lessons ready." God, that's gonna be a pain, isn't it? Why was he doing this again?

"Villain Studies!" Nezu had jumped up onto his desk and thrown his arms out wide, like a showman revealing his next great act.

"… That's it? I thought I'd be getting something a bit more mundane, like literacy or math or whatever."

"Well, we already have teachers for those classes. Now originally, you were going to be given a position more in line with your degrees. However, given your history as a career criminal, as well as your tendency to commit other smaller crimes like petty theft and trespassing, not to mention your unique perspective on the original rise of this hero-based society of ours- Well, it just seemed that the best position for you would be as an educator of the way villains truly think."

"That all?"

"Well, you're also going to be helping Yagi-san with all of the practical training courses, as well as being the sponsor to at least one of the clubs that are put together either by or for the students."

Alright, this is starting to fall apart on top of him, let's wrap this up. "Anything else?"

"Just one more thing. As the teachers at UA, all of our personnel are registered and notable heroes, you yourself will be required create a hero persona to keep up appearances."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

Majima crossed his arms with a huff. "Damn it! Fine, put me in for a cloak and a white mask, I don't care how they look."

"Combat boots?" Nezu offered.

"Sure, and you know what, put the mask down as bear shaped if you can, but keep the snout short. Don't want a big nose or whatever getting in the way. And I swear to god, if they give me a bear with big chubby cheeks I will stab someone."

"I'll talk to our support department. Anything else?"

"And I want to be able to smoke in my classroom."

"So long as there are no students around, you may do as you wish."

"Alright, my number is in my files, call me or text me or whatever, just get me the date that the next school year starts. I'm gonna go down a bottle of whiskey and take a nap." I sure hope that Inko has some form of booze, else I'm gonna be super miserable for the next week. He should also find a place to stay, not really appropriate to just hang out with the Midoriyas' for this long. Oh god, he was becoming responsible, wasn't he? That's no good, he'll have to go commit a misdemeanor if this keeps up.

Oh yeah, hero stuff, already forgot about. What should his name be? He can't use his old name, it wouldn't make any sense without Jin or Akira around. Besides, one quick search on the internet and you could probably find his old criminal record. So that sucks. What does he do these days? Something exploded behind in the street nearby, as a few heroes began fighting a small group of villains. The civilians around him ran to a safe distance, but Majima was bored so he just sat tight and kept watching. Hmm, watching? The Watcher? That name was dumb. Really dumb, actually. Well, let's hope he thinks of something better by the time Nezu calls him.