Hi everyone, I'm back again to continue this story. I finally found a good if not a bit far little job now so I've got plenty time work all my muscles including my brain into how to write this story but not a ton of time to do it. I want to thank everyone for the favs and the following of this story and will try my best to keep it updated more in under a month.

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After calming down and being given some water from the nice nurse lady, Jataro was able to put together where he was. He was confused on how he ended up there though.

Despite the aspirins he was just given his head still ached a bit. He was walking home one minute, heard something loud coming, and woke up here with 2 odd teen girls staring at him. One of them was dressing kind of like those rock singers on TV and had been wearing what looked like his mask but cleaner. It was impossible of course for her to be wearing it because that would mean that he himself was sitting there without one. He always figured if someone was to see his face without the mask their faces would melt off from how ugly he was. His mom did always say he didn't look like other kids and since she was never wrong that meant he was right in this thinking.

He didn't like thinking to hard on overly complex things because that made his head really itchy. Right now in fact it was starting to itch a bit. He was about to reach up rub through he mask to try and stop it but the teen nurse stopped him by gently grabbing his hand as he reached up.

"Now I know those bandages have to be a little itchy but please don't scratch at them or they might come loose. No one likes to wash blood from hair, the smell is pretty bad." said Mikan

"What do you mean by hair?" he questioned.

"The brunette hair on you head silly. Your gonna seriously need to wash it and your face when you get home. After wearing this weird hat mask thing so long you've have got to have major head lice or something" the musician answered.

"...My face? My mask? But if what she says is true that means I'm not wearing it. Why wouldn't their faces be melting from my ugliness if I'm mask less? Does that mean I'm...?" He quickly grabbed the closest reflective thing nearby which happened to be a round tray his food was still on. Ignoring the protests of the nurse beside him, he poured the contents on the floor and turned the tray over to see just what he looked like for the first time. He imagined a squished in head, skin with no hair barely clinging to the skull, a weird pig nose, all topped off with massive oozing warts. What started back at him was the opposite of all those things on the tray. He even watched his own hand move up to touch his white cheek. Save for the slight scratch on said cheek his skin was violet eyes perfectly symmetrical as any other person, likely from being under his mask for so long his hair was slightly matted but was still a fair looking light brown that covered his whole clean head.

He had the face of practically any other healthy school boy.

Everything drowned out around him as he slowly absorbed this for a few moments. At some point he unconsciously started pinching himself to test if he was dreaming. He didn't know what to think and started to cry almost in hysterical confusion. He didn't know whether to feel happy, sad, or angry that this was the truth all along.

"Are you okay?! Please calm down!" The nurse was now holding him while trying to clean his tears with some tissues. The boy was fine one minute and now suddenly sobbing.

"I...I...I don't understand this at all! Is this some cruel dream? She made me wear this mask for so long and isn't suppose to be wrong about this type of thing. Is this really me? Why would she lie about something like this for so long?" he wailed.

After a little while he started to calm down.

"Who is this "she" you were talking about and what were you screaming about?" It was the musician girl who said this and for the first time since meeting she had a very serious expression on her face.

His mother always told him if anyone ever asked why he didn't or wouldn't take off his mask for something to just say it was for medical reasons. Now however he knew the truth and the rule didn't apply to this. He didn't know these girls but they seemed genuinely caring and nicer to him then his mom or anyone else at school was to him. For some reason he suddenly felt a little more willing to tell someone his thoughts. For the next 12 minutes he did just that with explaining his mother's reasons he needed to wear the mask at all times. Then what she had been telling him since the day he could start understanding words and sentences. At the end of his story both girls just stood there with looks of confusion and sadness for the poor boy. The super high school musician had long taken off his mask from her face when he started his story and looked the most angry out of the pair by the end of it. She looked about ready to scream but did a bit of steady breathing to calm herself down.

"...We never did get your name kid. What is it?" She asked this in the calmest tone she could muster.

"Oh, my name is Jataro Kamuri. I'm also known as lil ultimate art at my Hope's peak elementary school." He replied with a little fear at the face she was making.

Ibuki noticed his fear and tried to make a more relaxed face with what she wanted to say next. It wasn't him she was angry at but the idea of someone trying to bring down someone from ever being happy made her beyond angry. Not everything in the world was free or fair and being able to express someone's self even if they don't meet other peoples perfect standards was something she always cherished. The idea that someone would stomp all over someone's possible hopes and right to happiness when they just met was bad enough but in the case of this kid, his youth and future happiness wasn't even being given a chance to happen. From a stranger that was bad but by his own parents made it even worse. She left her old band because they tried to do similar and restrain how she could play, what to wear, and who she wanted to be in general. To see something similar happening but to this extreme was like a knife to the memory.

"Are you okay lady? Did I say something wrong?" Jataro asked.

The voice of the boy snapped her out of her thoughts and back to what was going on in front of her. This kid really needed a friend right now.

"Names Ibuki Mioda, the ultimate musician at the Hope's Peak high school and no you didn't do anything wrong. Hope it doesn't sound to weird but how about I buy you some ice cream when you recover. Kay?" she said with a smile.

Mikan watched her friend stand there for a while seemingly lost in thought. There were few times she ever really saw her serious and all those times scared her. Not to say what the little boy had just explained to them wasn't a scary thing. He seemed to have a slight mental problem to begin with from what she gathered in how he behaved, and to traumatize him into thinking he was less then human was not going to do his mental health any more favors. He even said he was recently attempting to coach his "happy place" into thinking that being hated just meant a different way people showed they liked him. Mikan wasn't a stranger to bullies or people making her feel she didn't deserve to exist either with physical abuse in the past. They even sometimes pretended she didn't exist when she tried to speak up. Before going into Hopes Peak and meeting all her friends she thought that her very existence bothered those around her. In Hopes Peak she met people who'd let her speak when she wanted to and valued her help.

After a few moments of silence Ibuki introduced herself so she decided to do the same.

"I'm your nurse Mikan Tsumiki, I go to the same high school alongside Ibuki but as the ultimate nurse or more like a nurse's aid if I'm honest." Mikan said.

Every kid in Hope's Peak Elementary dreamed that their talent could be good enough to get into a school like Hope's peak high school and here he was with two ultimate students from there. One even offering him ice cream out the blue. A lot of surreal stuff seemed to be happening for him this morning but he definitely felt a smidge better at least now that he was finally able to tell his story. Something about getting to talk about his troubles with people outside his small circle of friends felt good. his friends suddenly on his mind he wondered how their reactions to he his face might be, the reactions of other classmates, teachers, and...his mommy. His mommy might of never really cared for him the way he wanted her to but she was still his mom as far he knew. It was still confusing to him that he had this normal face but she wanted it covered for reasons that seemed to be lies. Maybe since these girls were from a super duper high school of smart big kids they'd have an answer.

"Um, I'd like that ice cream but can one of you answer a question? Why do you think my mom had me wear that mask all this time? Don't all parents want their kids to be like by other kids?" he asked

Neither really knew how to answer since it was definitely an unusual situation. Mental abusers and people who take advantage of those with mental problem tended to have narcissistic domination complex. In the case of a woman it was called borderline personality disorder. It was hard to understand and to explain it to a kid was even harder. Since he mentioned his mom the most, the husband must not be aware of the abuse or ignoring it. Ibuki however had thought up a plan after a he asked his question.

"Well, I can't really say what her reason was 100% Jataro but I think your mom just has what most people call a sick sense of humor." she said.

"Sick sense of humor?" he repeated.

"Yeah, like how people laugh when they see someone trip funny and get hurt in sitcoms. Some people like taking it to the extreme though."Ibuki explained

"I've never felt like laughing about it before. Is me knowing this going to make her laugh when she sees me now?"Jataro questioned.

"Well lots of humor can be one-sided and she might not of realized how unfunny something like this could be for you. Don't worry though I think I have an idea on how to throw her humor back at her so she sees how ignoring you like this feels". Ibuki explained.

"Do you really think she'll like me more if we do that?" he asked.

Ibuki pretend to think about it for a moment before responding.

"Maybe or maybe not but either way she'll see you as even more of a person if things turn out well. I'll even drive you home once Mikan prescribes you some pain killers. That sound good to you lil Jat Jat?" she said.

Mikan then remembered she needed to go fill him out a bottle with instructions and left the two alone.

Looking like a person in the eyes of his mother in someway was one of his dreams so their was no way he could say no. He nodded his head yes with a small smile.

"Good! Now I've got a question for you lil Jat Jat? What's your favorite ice cream?"

"Peppermint with chocolate chips but why are you calling me Jat Jat?" he asked.

She giggled in response to the question and shrugged her shoulders.

"Just thought it seemed like a good nickname" She said this with her usual smile back on her face.

Later that night

Since Ibuki had forgotten her car was still under repair from her last concert stunt she had Mikan drive them to Jataro's house. He had his mask back on and a little messy again from the ice cream he had been eating. Mikan stayed in the car and kept it running while Ibuki walked the boy to his home. When they knocked the first person to appear was a scrawny looking slightly pale man with brunette hair much like jataro's but with freckles and brown eyes.

Roicu Kamuri stared surprised to see both his son home so late and a random teenage girl holding his hand.

"Jataro? What are you doing here son, your mom said that you'd be at your new friend mickey's house for a sleep over?" the man questioned

"Um, I don't have any friends named Mickey dad." Jataro answered

"Roicu, who is it at this hour? If its those goddam girl scouts then shut the door!"a shrill female voice called from within in the house.

"No dear, its Jataro and some girl is with him. Also he says he doesn't have any friends named mickey."the father called back.

"A girl?! Why would a girl be hanging out with him?" As she said this heavy slapping sounds of slippers could be heard approaching.

A woman appeared in the doorway. Unlike the man she was much wider and had a face made slightly more pretty by many telling signs of multiple facial surgeries. With her bleach blonde hair she looked nothing like Jataro save for her eyes that were the same color as his.

"Oh welcome home son, I thought you said you were going to a new friends house for a sleep over. I must of got the names of your friends mixed up with someone else. "said the women.

"Ah, I see the mix up then but why are you home so late son?" asked the father.

"Well, I can see where Jataro got the gullible genes from." Ibuki thought to herself. She then answered the question for Jataro.

"Jataro here got into a little accident earlier today but he's all good now. So long as he takes these pain killers every 6 hrs for the next 4 days." Ibuki explained while handing the father Jataro's pain killers.

"Oh god, son what happened!?" His father exclaimed while kneeling down to look Jataro over for injuries.

Ibuki noted that unlike the mother, Jataro's father seemed genuinely concerned about him. When she announced where he was the man was the only of the pair to react. His mother just stood there with a neutral expression although for a split second she though she saw disappointment on her face.

"Thank you very much for bringing our son home young lady. What was your name? asked Roicu

"Your welcomed and I'm Ibuki Mioda. By the way, me and Jataro got to know each other while at the hospital and I think he'd be a great addition to a music club at my high school. He tells me his talent is art and everyone knows music is an awesome type of art on its own." Ibuki replied.

Looking back at the girl now, the father was the first to reply.

"What kind of High school would allow a grade school kid in their clubs? Besides Jataro has to focus on improving his handwriting and reading skills. He keeps getting in trouble for trying to use his crafting tools in class to write on tests." he asked

"Well at a high school like Hope's Peak Academy every club has an outreach tutoring program to help kids with homework and stuff like that, he wouldn't just be helping the club on music related stuff. " Ibuki assured them while handing them a flier.

She may have been lying about Jataro having possible music related skills that could help the club but she wasn't lying about the program. For extra class credit teens could help tutor kids having trouble with homework in whatever category. The entry fee wasn't cheap but a child getting tutoring from a ultimate teen or adult from such an academy would get them a little more noticed by the school in the future. As a bonus it gave the parents something to gloat about as well.

"Oh why didn't you mention being from Hope's Peak academy in the first place? Of course he can go. It'll be a nice little something to keep him out the house for a few more hours and keep him away from those delinquent friends of his." The mother said this with the first hint at actual joy since Ibuki met her.

"But they aren't bad kids mommy".This is what Jataro wanted to say but decided to remain silent.

Roicu didn't 100 percent want to agree since they really didn't know this girl but he hated arguing in front of his wife in public more. Plus to the best of his knowledge the school never had any students that were truly that dangerous for a little kid to hang around. His wife was also right on him needing to hang out with some kids other then the ones he meets in detention almost every other week. He simply nodded to show his agreement.

"Cool, then just call the school at this number and I'll be seeing Jataro next week Monday. See ya later!" Ibuki exclaimed this while walking back to the waiting car.

Later that night Jataro couldn't quite fall asleep with all the days events repeating in his mind. He got out of bed and just stared at his mask less reflection in the small dressing mirror in his room. First getting hit by a car, discovering his true face for the first time, meeting 2 teen girls that as far as teens go were pretty nice, getting ice cream, and now joining a club in a place he'd never been. Which of his friends should he tell first? Should he tell anyone at all? Will they treat him different in a good way or a bad way?

"Then again we did make a promise as the lil warriors of hope to support each other no matter what. Maybe my news might help them to somehow. Maybe Ibuki has friends who can help my friends to. Even though I don't know if whatever she's planning will really help. For some reason it seems like something I should save in mind though in case it works somehow."he thought to himself. It was one of the few positive thoughts he'd had in a while which he hoped could lead to something positive later. He wasn't much of a positive thinker so even having this must of meant something good.

With this all in mind he hopped back into bed and tucked his mask under his pillow feeling a bit anxious for the next day of school but for positive reasons for once.

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Well here is chapter 2 for you guys. I hope this doesn't feel to rushed but I was trying to mostly focus on the characters being in character. Its been a long while since I did fanfiction after all. Next chapter since I'm doing these from my favorite to least favorites in the warriors of hope I'm thinking of doing the next one either in the way I'm writing now or in the POV of Nagisa Shingetsu. Which do you think I should do? Also which of the ultimates would bee good mentors/big bros/big sis for him? I'm leaning around Byakuya togami, kyotaka Ishimaru, Hajime Hinata, or some combo of 2 out the 3. All three are cynical rules followers for the most part with a good side to them when they feel like showing it much like nagisa.

Also I somewhat know already who I want mentoring the other 2 but who would you like to see interacting with or think would be good role models for Masaru Diamon and Kotoko Utsugi? Even if I just stick with my idea of people I'll still listen to your choices and have those people pop in at some points.