Can't one day go by without something going wrong in Majima's life? Apparently, just yesterday there was a villain attack on the students when they were supposed to be doing some sort of rescue training. Majima was supposed to be there helping out the other teachers, but he had promised Izuku that he'd go back to Bandō and look through some of his old stuff. The kid wanted to see some pictures of some of the original quirk users, and it had taken some time to find his old albums. Even then, he had to separate the ones that had himself, Akira, Jin and Aimi in them, seeing as that would probably raise a few questions that he didn't want to answer. So, since he wasn't around to help out, Aizawa got his ass handed to him, as did 13 apparently. What does this mean exactly?

It means that Izuku is a fucking idiot and broke his fucking bones again.

"Seriously, kid, if you keep doing this, your ma is gonna take you out of the school. I won't be able to help you if she does, you know that, right?" The kid wilts under his gaze as Ashido starts to snicker at the boy's plight. Majima pulls out a cigarette, hoping to catch a fucking break today, and lo and behold, his fucking, lighter is empty. Great, super, fantastic! He snatched the other lighter from Ashido's hand, angrily lighting his ciga- What? He looked at the pink zebra-striped lighter in his hand, then back up at Ashido. He held up the lighter, "You wanna explain this to me, kid?"

At the very least, she had the good graces to look embarrassed. Izuku looked a bit confused too. "Please don't tell the other teachers, Majima-sensei." She said to him, growing a bit nervous, "I know that you can't smoke on campus, but I don't know if it's against the rules to smoke at all."

"Pretty sure it's not? I really don't care either way, your life not mine and all that, but just be careful. Don't smoke too much." He then looked over at the problem child. "You knew about this, boy?"

"She asked me not to tell anyone, sir."

"Good, keep your promises. Trust is important." He stood up from his desk, stretching his back. "I'm heading to the corner store across the way, gonna grab a snack. Want anything?"

"Ooh, gummy worms!" Ashido called out, while Izuku just shook his head.

Majima walked out into the hall, thankful that the rest of the students have left so he wouldn't have to stop smoking. He made his way through the security door and out to the crosswalk. Is that Uraraka? He walked up next to his other student, greeting her while they waited for the signal to cross the street. "What's up, kid? I'd figure you'd be halfway home at this point, what's got ya stickin' around school?"

"Oh, Majima-sensei. It's nothing too important, I just had some questions for Yamada-sensei about the test on friday. Actually, can I ask you a few questions about monday's lecture? I was hoping you could explain something to me before your test on thursday." Man, he just can't catch a break today, can he? Wait, he told them they'd have a test on thursday? Damnit, now he has to write up one of those! Oh, she wanted him to explain something, right? He can't say no, Nezu has been on his case ever since he almost broke all those classified-information laws. He has to be on his best behavior, so fine.

"Alright, walk with me. I'm headin' to the store for some stuff, you can keep me company." She nodded, walking across the street with him and following him into the store.

"So, you told us that villains who act for pleasure or desire are easier to be swayed towards an act of career villainy, but only in situations where the paid actions would fit within their own goals." Pretty sure that's not how he worded, but whatever. They walked into the store, where Majima waved at the clerk, and then made his way towards the drinks section.

"Well, in a way. A good example would be the Hero Killer: Stain." Uraraka shuddered a bit at the mention of that name, but the teacher pushed forward, "If he was contacted by a third party group who desired his assistance with, let's say, capturing heroes, he might be persuaded to accept the offer, seeing as he himself has a similar goal. However, that union would be unstable due to their varying different end goal. The third party might want to keep the heroes alive for many reasons. Information, extortion, experimentation. Stain, however, only wishes to kill or maim them, and would likely act upon his desire despite the wishes of his employers." Oh sweet, they had vanilla-flavored milk here? He hasn't seen any of that in years. Grabbing a few of those sonsabitches. He moved away from the drinks and moved over to the snacks. "Anything else you wanna know?"

"What about trauma villains? Those who do not have a clear goal, but-"

"Trauma villains don't act with a goal, but more with a lack of one, if that makes any sense." Judging by the look on her face, he guessed it didn't. He threw a bag of chips at her. "Hold these for me. Alright, think of it this way. You are training to be a hero. You wake up, you train, you go to sleep. Simple. All of your actions are pushing you towards an ultimate goal. Someone who has been traumatized to the extent of the Echoed Mind is no longer being motivated by a goal, but of some basic desire that has consumed them. He didn't have any reason to cause the violence that he did, but he didn't know what else to do. He was empty, hollowed, and without purpose in life."

There we go, there's a look of something on her face. Majima grabbed the bag of gummy worms that Ashido wanted, as well as a small can of walnuts for Izuku. Might as well get the kid some protein for his strength training.

"So, if someone had found the Echoed Mind, and gave him some kid of a goal to work towards, like using his quirk to help amnesia patients, he might not have gone down the path of villainy?" Damnit, she's going backwards. Hopeful thinking, but backwards.

"Not… Quite? It's rather difficult to explain, especially when I'm not paying too much attention to the conversation. Plus, I'm not a doctor and I'm totally not certified to say anything for certain. However, it's less of that, and more like damage control. The Echoed Mind had been traumatized since birth, and he might have been beyond emotional help, but there could have been a possibility that he could have at least been rendered non-violent. But I knew the Echoed Mind personally, and I can tell you that he was too far gone to be helped, especially in a world that hated quirks."

Uraraka helped him carry his food over to the counter, where he paid for everything and left the store. She thanked him for his help and made her way to the station, while Majima headed back to the school. He opened the door to his office and- The hell was their problem? Izuku and Ashido were bright red in the face, well Ashido was a darker pink but same thing, and they both seemed super nervous about something. He was missing something, wasn't he? Alright, time for a little test. He put his bags on his desk and threw Ashido her candy. Just before he sat down, he made a show of checking his pockets and saying, "Aw, damnit, I think I left my wallet at the store. Alright, hold on guys, I'll be right back." Alright, plan set. He'll just wait outside in the hall for a few minutes and use time stop. He'll be able to walk back into the room and catch an eye of whatever they were-

"Majima-sensei!"

-Aaaand, he lost his train of thought. He gave an annoyed huff, looking to his left and seeing Kendo walking up to him. Oh great, another student wanting to talk to him. Man, this is bullshit, he just wants to drink his fuckin' milk. Waste of his time, dealing with stupid ass kids and their dumb questions.

Kendo gave him a strange look, "Are you okay, sensei? I just wanted to ask you a question about your-"

"Look, I probably shouldn't have even given that lecture on monday, so any questions you have should probably go to the principal. Don't want to get myself into any more trouble than I already have."

"I… Just wanted to ask about your old friends." Oh, shit, well. That changes things. He really shouldn't talk about that. Not without writing down like, a script or something. The whole thing tends to make him uncomfortable, except if he mentions one of them in like, an anecdote or something. She was staring at him, waiting for him to answer. This is gonna be tough to say.

"Why do you want to hear about that, kid? They're not important, just an old man talking about things that don't matter anymore." Man, he had to be how old now? Almost 300, yeah?

"It's just that Ibara-san noticed that you always seem to be sad when you mention your old friends. Maybe we could help you out a little bit, sir?" Kendo's a good kid, probably his favorite in 1-B. That class always seems to be lagging behind 1-A, and quite a few of them are pretty bummed out by it. Plus, the Sports Festival is next week, right? He should give these guys a little gift, something that he doesn't give to 1-A.

"I, uh… I'll tell you what. Remind me next week, I'll tell your class some stories about some of my friends. Nothing about Jin, Akira, or Aimi, though. I'm not really… Ready, to talk to so many people about them. But there's still quite a few stories that I have with guys like Ueno, or Arai. Play your cards right, and keep that Monoma guy at a safe distance from me, and I just might tell Class 1-B about some of the other original villains." She nodded and made her way down the hall, leaving Majima alone in the hall.

Why was he out here again? It had something to do with time stop, right? He snapped his fingers, looking around for whatever. He sighed and walked back into his office, where- Oh, yeah, forgot about that. Well, Ashido is tracing the scars on Izuku's hands, so he guesses there's something going on there. He should mess with them. He sat down at his desk and opened a bag of chips, throwing a handful in his mouth as he propped his feet up on his desk. He snapped again and watched the two of them for a minute. Yeah, they're definitely together. With an extra loud crunch his two students jumped out of their skin in surprise, both a complete stuttering mess while Majima laughed his ass off.