18

The exercise had went not well for the B's.

Neito of course was as keen as ever with his copying of quirks, but as usual, had issues using them all because he had no practice with any of them.

The Hero Class was physical and mutant quirk heavy, and everyone knew Neito stayed away from mutant quirks. It freaked him out having his body change for five minutes while he copied it.

Kasaya could imagine though how gross that must feel.

Neito had copied Uravity's quirk and tried to float himself up on a rock and fly around like he was on a hover board, but to no avail, he had no idea that too much usage like that caused her to get sick.

And since he copied her quirk... he got sick.

He suddenly landed and puked up everywhere.

Kasaya had actually laughed!

He wondered if he should mention that to Bakugo later.

Wait. 'Why?' His thoughts drummed. Because he thought his roommate would think that it was funny?

It didn't matter. Why should he care what he thought would make his roommate... smirk? Kasaya shook that thought from his head.

The copycat douche deserved it, that's all there was to it.

After that, Neito was drug off by Aiwaza to sit down in a bunker area.

Kasaya had found a loop hole, it was to participate 'enough' that it was useful, and that was it. Soon, he was sitting down too though observing; he'd gotten stuck in a trap between Iida and Tokoyami, and he quit, throwing his hands up. He really could of gotten out of it, but he wouldn't let his quirk happen.

Aiwaza sat aside him, his arms crossed on a bench. The three were inside of a structure similar to a baseball dugout Kasaya felt, but enclosed with a thin-slitted peephole like a military hill encampment, like a fallout bunker. It sat up fifty feet above the field. The hero professor sat between them, for obvious reasons. It was dim inside of it due to there being such a small viewspace.

Neito was so sick, he was paying no attention. He was practically green in the face at this point, laying on the bench away from them, to the left, head in a bucket, not even sitting upright, barely there. It was like he suddenly had an intense flu.

Kasaya watched as intently as he could through the crack. His roommate shot up in the air like a rocket, fire underneath him, almost like he had no fear, it was honestly... amazing.

Bakugo was a firework of a person.

Explosions he shot off, powerful, and they had this sort of beautiful aspect to them, like watching an actual fireworks show, except they all exploded the same color, a yellow-orange.

"Amino acid nitroglycerin, that's what's in his sweat. Normal fires can't set it off. Just him." Aiwaza turned to Kasaya, lazily leaning back, head relaxing back against the cement wall. "Seen you two talking. He your friend or what?"

"Roommate." Kasaya answered one-wordedly, arms also crossed in the darkness.

"Ah." Aiwaza got it. Both cussers too apparently. Attitude wise it probably worked out. He was curiously just talking to a student he hadn't met yet. "Why'd you say your quirk would kill Neito?"

"It won't." Kasaya was pretty certain. "I think." He didn't really want to talk to this guy, but it was Eraserhead so he guessed he better. "It was just t'rough him up." Which he admitted, it was. He'd lost it at the time, but he had no doubt that the professor would erase a quirk. Really it was just something more cruel to say in response to Neito's own crap words, which was unlike Kasaya completely, but not unlike his brain.

"Hm." Aiwaza swallowed. "You know. In this world you can't go on sayin' stuff like that."

"Hn." Kasaya turned to the side flatly to flash him a quick glance.

"Threatening someone's life isn't the 'Hero' way."

Aiwaza truly was a good man. Even though he appeared like a total reaper, especially in this darkness, he was one of the figures standing on that prestigious apex of 'heroes' that all wished they could be on; high enough that he was up there with All Might and Endeavor.

"Oh." Satoko turned away.

"'Oh?' That's all you have to say?"

They both watched Todoroki skid by on ice, like he was snowboarding on a wave, and a thunderous rumble rocked the whole dug out. Bakugo had blown some more shit up somewhere. Dirt billowed over the roof like a hail storm.

It settled after a few minutes.

"Look, kid." Aiwaza could call him 'kid'. He was 17, about 15 years younger than him or so. Eraserhead consistently forgot his own birthday and important dates like that, a side effect of being so tired all the time, so he just guessed most of the time how old he was. "Plain and simple: Be better than that."

"Yeh." Kasaya knew Aiwaza had no idea either... He was striving for that every damn day! This was just a weary moment where he'd let an idiot get the best of him, and that was all. "I try." He cleared his throat. "I'm not'a kid."

"Satoko right?" Aiwaza looked at him then looked away again, trying to also observe his class.

He nodded. The way that he watched them was so sharp Kasaya thought. No doubt, he was set fully on taking advantage of their weaknesses and making them come to light, for them to grow and become stronger, he could see that in his glare.

"You've got a good martial art skill. How'd you learn it?"

Kasaya might have to lie. "Practice." He shrugged, he did lie.

Aiwaza's eyes returned to the teen's form as slits.

The brat was not telling the whole truth. He knew it.

Before he became Eraserhead, he had to take all sorts of method classes in his youth, ones that involved eye movement and body language. He had to learn to read people better to grasp when exactly to time his blinks and when to let them go.

And the way this Satoko was sitting, his response, and the slight upturn of his head the other direction, indicated either a slight-white lie, or a flat out lie. Either way, to Aiwaza, a lie was a lie.

Satoko hated it now for some reason. Lying. He'd told Bakugo that he didn't lie as much anymore, hadn't had to, really that he just evaded, and it twisted his insides a bit thinking he'd told someone that, especially Bakugo for some reason, when he'd just covered something up with another lie.

What had trumped it?

Protection; his protection that was more important than Bakugo's underlying morals.

'Sorry.' He thought, as if Suki was standing in front of him, but yet again, he couldn't trust anyone.

"You're lying." Aiwaza cleared his throat. "Trust me when I say I know when people do. I'm Eraserhead." He turned his head to look down on Kasaya. "I'm educated in these things. Don't lie to me again when I ask you a question."

Kasaya was shocked.

His eyes opened wide, which just indicated to Aiwaza that he was right. What really could this kid have to hide? The name of his sifu or dojo master?

"I asked how you had learned it."

'Shit.' Satoko was feeling his heart beat just a slight bit more. "I can't."

"Can't what?" Aiwaza turned. Satoko was being really odd. Almost on-edge; unlike a high-schooler. He wanted to push a bit more.

"I can't tell you." Satoko crossed his arms tighter, almost like he was hugging himself. He was feeling put-on-the-spot and stuck. He wanted to flee right out of this dark encampment.

"Why?"

"Stop asking questions. It's better for you."

Aiwaza actually raised in eyebrow at that, which was out of character on his normally morbid looking face. This Satoko was being serious. Not mean, as in telling him off, telling a teacher off, but his tone indicated that there was just something there that he was hiding.

"Does it have to do with your quirk or something else?"

Satoko looked at him, eyes gray, like sand on a dead beach. "I don't know you. I can't trust you."

"I'm Eraserhead. One of Japan's main branch heroes. If there isn't anyone you can trust, you should trust me." The hero professor remarked, he guessed that was a pretty high-headed statement for himself to say to a kid that he didn't know, but it was true all in all.

It was his business knowing things. Aside from teaching, fighting villians was his job. He was here to help this next generation be good fighters against evil. So, any person's life he could influence with his blunt advice, he would.

Kasaya was beginning to break down, under normal situations he wouldn't bust. If he'd had at least three little 3 ozs, his mouth would be clammed, but he hadn't.

Today was an odd day. Abnormal. It threw his drinking schedule completely off kilter coming all the way out here, and left him without a resolution. Usually he'd begin sobering up from his morning buzz around noon (because he'd liquor-up before class), but after class he'd come back to the dorm, to relieve himself. It made it easier now that he knew Bakugo didn't care.

This time, no. Three extra, miserable hours than normal had passed, where he was completely sober. He had even began to think about Ashley, a few quick stabs here and there.

Remembering. His brain popped them up.

He got lost in a segment suddenly as Todoroki whooshed by on ice again, a fire ball in his hand; about a time when Ashley and him had went down to the ice rink, and met with this man who'd been supposedly embezzling some cash.

He was never told what it was precisely about. He was never told what the cash was, what it was used for, where it had all came from. Only that it had to be resolved out of LOVE or some other emotion.

Ashley had asked him to stab and kill that man out of the COURAGE emotion she called upon, but not before something else:

"Have COURAGE." She whispered into his ear.

He instantly felt a strong pull of emotion swoop over him. One of high and might, of extreme law and order.

"Smack him."

He did, right across the face, hard, with the back of his hand, just like how she smacked him.

"This man stole from us." She was wearing a sparkly black dress and bright yellow stilettos. "You're FAITHFUL to us, right?"

He felt another sweep of emotion wipe over him. One of absoluteness.

"You and the business is everything." Kasaya muttered. Even though he had no idea what really that entailed.

"Good go ahead and start snipping."

The man, already screaming, started screaming more from under the duct tape over his mouth, where Kasaya had already forcefully roped his hands to a chair, his knees on the floor, side of his head into the seat of it, and now Kasaya was taking scissors to his clothing, screaming at him to hold still.

He'd completely cut most his shirt off.

"This is what you get for being so disobedient, you deserve to wear nothing except rags." She flipped her curled hair over her shoulder. "Good. Give me a show. Out of LOVE for me hm?" She sat down in an adjacent chair.

Kasaya nodded to her, another emotion sweep. He'd put on a show, any show she wanted. He hoped she'd love it, just as much as he loved her.

"Show him what happens to people who disobey." She made a weird hand motion. "If you don't mind." She winked to her pet.

"Yes. I love you so much! Whatever you would like to see."

Kasaya was screaming inside himself. Watching his fingers unbuckling his belt; to smack the ass of the man tied to the chair.

"Come'on stop playing." Ashley coo'ed.

"But you like to watch me play." He said it sickeningly sweet.

She smirked.

Kasaya jerked around inside himself! Those words! Those words were not his words!

Soon, he'd yanked the man's jeans down and was viciously raping him.

"Does it hurt?" She asked. "Answer me out of LOVE."

"It does." Kasaya's mouth responded back, emotion so powerful over him. She wanted to know, he would tell her anything.

It was so painful! It hurt every time! She'd have him force it in, dry, make him speed the fuck up sometimes until they bled.

This was one of those times.

"Good."

That bitch! He was in fuckin' pain and all she could think about was still punishing him!

"Stop if you LOVE me Kasaya."

He did. Before he could 'go'. If he could even get it there. Which he never did. Because it was never a joy on his body. It was always burning. It was left raw, red. His junk felt broken and ripped and she'd make it so awful that she'd make damn sure he'd never experience any sort of pleasure.

It was supposed to be not this.

Not this.

He looked down at the blood on himself that wasn't his.

"Out of COURAGE, cut his head off. Diasuta aid him, would you?"

He felt his pants being pulled back up, latched by his own hands; disgusting all inside the clothing he was made to wear for her: Flashy suits. Skin tight and showy; like a damn hitman. Which was exactly what he was. A personal assassin.

His sword pulled out of his sheath. Suddenly things started to go dark as the brain was taking over.

He heard a slash before everything was going under, vision and all.

After Hisashi put him up on that military base, the first thing he did was take him to a clinic there, one that was safe and not public. He had him get knocked out with a gas mask (in order to not make his brain take control), and had a male nurse (as Kasaya wouldn't even think of having female touch him or be close to him after Ashley) draw many viles of blood and swab him.

Had him tested for disease.

He'd had Gonorrhea.

Lucky it was just that. An infection that went away with antibiotics. Months of them.

"Kid?"

Kasaya looked.

It shocked Aiwaza. He looked odd. Lost. Couldn't place it, just blank. His eyes had been on him this whole time. Strange, it looked like he was thinking back on something incredibly painful to remember. "I said you can trust me." He reiterated.

Satoko's mouth felt open. Then it shut. Then his eyes blinked. Like he'd just come out of it, come to, from being somewhere else.

Aiwaza seen with those vigilant eyes: Something was off with this one. That could spell a problem, which was right up his alley really.

Instantly, Saya's head fell to his hands, whole upper body to his thighs. Holy shit he needed a fuckin' drink! Bakugo or not, he'd have one, no... probably five or six! "Fuck." He mumbled.

Aiwaza put his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers to bring himself down to the kid's level. He got quiet, down to almost a whisper. "What's wrong?"

"No." Saya shook his head. "Can't."

"Kid." Aiwaza ushered to him. He actually was kind of feeling concerned.

Satoko shot him an horridly skiddish glare. "I'm not'ta fuckin' kid! Not'for a long time!"

"Then, problems at home?" He was just taking a few steps in the dark, he had no idea what to ask him.

Kasaya looked away to bury his head into his arms more. "What home?" It came out from underneath him. "Fuckin' bullshit. All of it." The only thing he had closest to home was the dorm that was comfortable-ish once again with Bakugo.

"Hn." Aiwaza was a man known for his patience. He wouldn't raise his voice to a student unless he had to, he only had to earlier to break up the fight up.

"Jus'tell me." Kasaya's words were getting a bit irate and slurred just due to shit rushing through his head. "You. You're not evil? Tell me that right now."

Aiwaza crunched down a bit more, unsure what this teen was going on about fearfully, like a father would to a son, to a young boy. Clearly calling him 'kid' he didn't like. He wouldn't do it again. But this, it was now peaking his interest. "All Might is one of my best friends." He said that extremely quiet. Not wanting anyone to hear. That was something pretty personal. "If I was a villain, I would of been in prison already years ago."

Never would Kasaya think of doing this. Not before, but he'd almost killed, Diasuta almost killed his brother. That was the line. And he was running out of options and time.

Time.

One year left, less actually, 11 months. Then he'd be 18 and open game to go into the prison system.

He was at his wits end. Down to the bottom. He'd been trying hard to make it work, to find some ways, and it was not helping.

Nothing had changed!

He uttered a first brave few words of his own: "Can you help?"

Aiwaza, hunkered down closer, hands around knees. "How? Tell me." He whispered, something inside him, something deep and warm, Aiwaza's heart, under his lifeless exterior beated to throw him a life-raft. This kid was suffering. It was completely recognizable.

"I don't know." Saya whispered. A half a bottle of vodka would do, but that just sates it. Puts things off. He wouldn't say that to a teacher, he couldn't afford to get expelled.

Aiwaza barely smiled. "How about... one day at a time."

Saya barely rolled his head to the left, and Eraserhead seen he wasn't crying or anything at all. Again, how odd. He thought for sure, someone would be snotty nosed and upset. He pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, snapped a pen, began writing. "My number." He continued. "Not the one to the office."

His personal cell.

Kasaya hesistated to take it.

He noticed.

Eraserhead did the best thing he knew how. This kid, somehow what he needed was not blunt advice, somehow he felt he'd had enough of that from someone else already (he didn't know he'd gotten most of that from Hisashi), what he needed was an ally.

Aiwaza leaned down again, not daring touch him as he looked disheveled. It wasn't safe not knowing what quirk he had. The kid was obviously fearful of it himself. "I'm on your side." The thirty-something hero lipped to him. He took that little paper, folded it up, and put it in his uniform's track pant pocket for him. Lightly just gliding it in.

Kasaya just stared watching Eraserhead beginning to lighten up.

"Do me a favor."

Kasaya still just stared, trying to read any sort of malice on that face, anything at all. There was nothing but truth, and a strong sense of loyalty.

"Don't give it to anyone else. I've had to change it six times already." Kasaya watched him lay his head back against the wall again. "Prank calls are not funny." Damn UA brats. Always getting a hold of shit that they can use to cause trouble, harmless trouble, but it was still annoying to him.

A loud explosion.

It blasted in like a bomb. Red lights were everywhere suddenly like a flash of a strobe light, pieces of all sorts of materials slammed in; gravel, dirt, shards of glass, grass. Like a damn war zone!

"SON OF A BITCH!" Eraserhead suddenly shouted, knocked off the bench to the floor, head smacking into the cement floor. He was barely able to catch himself. He hadn't been watching! Gotten distracted talking to this kid, otherwise he would of seen it coming and sheltered them!

Neito, sick, slammed like a heavy bag into a side wall, it knocked him out cold.

Kasaya was thrown up against the wall, then the upper dugout rocked as if in an earthquake, and the violent tremor threw him to the floor.

All three up on the upper area were blown to high heaven!

Bakugo wasn't out yet, neither was the bird with the 'dark shadow'; they'd cornered Momo and Navel Laser. The powerful stomach laser went off, and Momo, who had paired with him, had created a bunch of small mirrors as distraction.

It had actually kind of worked. The laser hit the hundreds of mirrors, and it had blinded Fire Death Explosion and Tokoyami, and as a result, Bakugo resorted to just blowing a huge double-fisted explosion out of his arm's storage grenades right in their general direction.

And while Navel Laser ended up being caught and was 'out', due to him having a sudden stomach ache, Momo survived and was still in.

But something bad happened: The mirrors exploded into millions of tiny pieces and shot like a bomb all over the field.

Glass had blown into the dug out like a WWII air raid.

Aiwaza checked on Neito. He was okay, just KO'ed, he lifted his fingers off his neck, after he'd checked his pulse, and turned on heel and ran to Satoko, who was laying on his stomach, face to the cement.

Not moving.

Eraserhead put a hand on his back and began to shake him, somehow one of the overhead lights in the training dome blew out (probably from debris that slammed up there had busted it), and it made everything black inside the dugout; like it was somehow now evening, and not conditioned to be the middle of the day any more.

It made it a bit harder to see.

He shook him again. A hero's first goal was always to save people if they were alone. And Aiwaza was, Mic was not down here (they were all above in the viewing area, looking downward). Mic had already called about the light blowing out, that was kind of a usual thing in the facility, it would be fixed after the training was done.

Mic had no clue anyone had gotten hurt, they were too high up.

"Satoko. Are you okay!? Answer me!" Eraserhead leaned down closer to his head.

A grumble came out.

Aiwaza sighed thankfully, yanking up on his scarf. He watched the form slowly start to come to life, first the fingers of the teen started to quiver, then he heard him gasp some air, a knee came up.

"Woah. Just take it easy."

But he didn't.

The form put a hand down, fingers spread. It hoisted, the track suit's upper part ripped to shreds. Through the slits, Eraserhead seen muscles moving, lean, cut, spindly, quivering. Another palm, fingers spread, and Satoko's other side hoisted, head rolling, body to a sitting posture.

And Aiwaza seen, below him, there was blood.

"Satoko. Stop moving!" He wrapped his arms around him, trying to stop him, but the body was too strong, it took Eraserhead with him.

The head raised. It's eyes were closed, a mouth opened for air. Suddenly the mouth spurted out a cough of blood, it trickled down his sharp chin. A mist of it got on Aiwaza's face. The right hand reached down, and with no hand protection, it wrapped all the way around a shard of mirror that had impaled him in his side, cutting his hand the grip was so tight.

"You're losing too much blood! Don't yank it!" Aiwaza's hands lerched to grasp onto Satoko's hand on the shard, to hold it down.

But instead of listening the hand just yanked. It was stronger than Aiwaza's own grasp.

Eraserhead's mouth fell open and he gawked at the wound spurting, like someone had ripped into an artery, more blood going all over the ground. "Ah SHIT! FUCK! You did it now!" He instantly started unbuttoning his coat, his fingers not calm over the buttons, the kid's blood all over his hands. He was going to use it to put pressure on the wound, to save his damn life!

But then, without warning, the body losing blood stood strongly.

Again, Aiwaza tried to hold him down, arms wrapping around his neck, using his body weight an anchor. He was unsuccessful, and his grip somehow loosened and he fell back to the ground. Aiwaza on his butt, hands behind him, looked up baffled. "What! What!" He babbled out, his coat off now.

The eyes opened.

They were completely gray. No irises.

Eraserhead's mouth fell to silence.

Never in his life had he seen anything so utterly wicked! He knew what it was instantly!

It was this kid's brain!

Normal it was for the eyes to look like that in certain situations! So, Satoko had a mental quirk that he was not in control of! Which meant...

Aiwaza instantly stood, throwing his jacket down, in a defensive posture. He was down to a black tank top and scarf. "Satoko. Calm down." He held his hands out as if he was trying to tame a stray dog.

The head was not looking at him, but far off into the dimmed landscape of the dome.

"Satoko."

The body stuck it's hands inside the top part of the track suit and ripped it completely off in one motion. The whole head suddenly snapped completely sideways, and down, one of the fingers went 2 inches into the wound, and shot back out up to the mouth. It licked.

Aiwaza was horrified. What the hell was this brain doing?! "Stop!" He barked. He inched closer.

The body's eyes snapped up, a throat growled at him, loud and hoarse, teeth snarled, as if inside was a predator. It was sick the way the lips moved and tasted, as if it was enjoyable. Like food.

Suddenly, a hand went over the wound, and a strange white light began to emit from between his fingers, the other hand's finger came up to Kasaya's mouth. "Shhh."

Aiwaza was frozen. But he knew what it was doing.

He didn't blink.

The blood on the ground began to bubble and lift, even the mist on Aiwaza's face lifted.

Eraserhead ran his hand through it as it floated off of him towards the kid, it was like it wouldn't even stick to him.

The blood particles started to filter in through the cracks of Satoko's slim fingers.

Soon the palm lifted, and all that was there was a scar on his abdomen, a 2 inch wide scar.

"Okay. I let that happen..." Aiwaza began again. He wanted him to be saved, and not drug out of here dead. The quirk solved it, so he didn't blink and let it occur.

That was a pretty powerful quirk. So, that was what it was that he was so afraid of? A healing quirk? How was that a mental quirk though and not a physical one?

"Now, calm it down. Come on, let Satoko come back." He ushered with his hands. "Come'on."

It smiled a toothy grin.

Aiwaza frowned. Not good.

"Tch." It said.

It's voice was chilling. Aiwaza had a strike of panic run through him, and he grabbed his scarf. "Yes. Come'on now Satoko." He took a step forward, getting ready to apprehend the body, to wrap it up with those strong, heavy metal fibers he wore around his neck daily, to knock it out. He had to. He knew he had to, he'd seen this problem a few times, and the only way was to knock the body out, and that would jolt the brain. Flip it's switch.

It just stared at him, the veins on the sides nearly bloodshot, like it was waiting for him to do something, or like it was sizing him up.

They were at a stand still.

"Pretty." Sound came out of the mouth. The head slowly blinked, dazed.

Aiwaza wasn't sure what that meant, but he took the opportunity while it closed it's eyes to launch his metal scarf. It bound the kid's body up in less than half a second. He relaxed, finally straightening his posture. "Whww." A relieved sound came out of the hero's mouth. He crossed his arms.

The body smiled a sickening smirk, began laughing. First a small chuckle, then a full on horrible, cracking cackle. "Aiwaza." It said amongst laughs.

Eraserhead turned his head to face him, something weird rushed upon him, some sort of feeling he couldn't place.

"Let go."

'I'm not letting you go.' Aiwaza watched the scarves coming undone. 'Huh?' What was happening? He couldn't move! 'SATOKO!' He yelled. But he didn't hear it. Where was his voice?! Shit! Everything he'd said, after he'd said his name, was nothing but him saying that inside his head! Nothing coming out of his mouth! His mouth hadn't even opened!

"Much nicer." It stretched it's back. "You can hear hn?" It came over and a finger flicked Aiwaza on the ear.

Eraserhead was blank on the outside as Kasaya's body paced, circling him; on one of the once-arounds it uncrossed Aiwaza's arms for him, and sat them to hang at his sides naturally.

It finally stopped behind him.

Aiwaza was inside himself shouting, knowing he'd been caught, trying to think of a way out. He'd thought this was a healing quirk of some sort! It wasn't just that. Clearly. He'd taken over his body by just saying his name!

The crackly voice whispered in his ear. Lips to close: "Hey."

Suddenly, Aiwaza felt smooth palms glide up his sides from behind.

"I've decided. You're sexy." The voice was grotesque.

'What the fuck! KID!' Aiwaza yelled inside, his form was not moving, he felt his body's sides quiver, shiver. He, being touched like that. By a fucking student! 'NO! HIS BRAIN! SHIT!' It wasn't the kid.

Hands let go.

They came up and began to take Aiwaza's scarf off.

Eraserhead watched through his own eyes, as his heavy scarf was slowly coming up off his neck. It was being lifted off of him from behind him. He could feel the weight lifting off his shoulders. 'NO!' He started to yell, nothing came out.

Unfortunately, Diasuta had been used so many times by Ashley, it had developed her personality to a point. One of doing whatever it wanted, whenever it felt like it wanted to do it. Especially without her control.

It was an unpredictable, unruly, unstable; a complete psycho entity.

It was evil as darkness itself.

Ashley was essentially it's mother. Not that it liked her. It hated her, just as much as Kasaya did.

She may had controlled them both, raised Diasuta from subconscious depths 'to be', but she had not the best interests in mind for the because of her, Diasuta had been shown, and seen many things, and done many things, that it wouldn't of seen and/or done if it had just been Kasaya and him only.

He was always vigilant, always watching, unless Kasaya decided to drink, and that pissed him off.

It'd haze him out, and make him unable to 'see', the worst was when Kasaya was half drunk, like he was all the time, and he'd play that fucking music in his ears. So fuckin' loud, trying to shut him out, trying to jail him up, trying to phase him down.

But he was not to be trifled with.

He ran this bitch.

He'd shoot him memories when he could. So Kasaya would remember; remember that Ashley had bore him, he who was Diasuta. So Kasaya would recall that Ashley had raised him, he who was Diasuta.

'DO NOT IGNORE ME.' Diasuta commonly said out from the depths. It hated to be pushed aside.

Everytime the body got injured, Diasuta emerged himself, came into the conscious.

He had no faith that Kasaya could protect himself, protect them. Someone had to do it.

Kasaya at his forefront was concerned about protection, Diasuta on the other hand was concerned about preservation.

Protection. Preservation. Two similar, but yet, different goals. And that was why he hated Ashley.

She made the body sick. She made the body ache. She made the body hurt.

He felt the pains.

All that remained after Ashley, was Diasuta's personality that was so similar to hers.

But it had no other way; it didn't know any other way to be.

Aiwaza felt a hand lace with his, romantic, but then his body was suddenly jerked around and pushed into a wall. Those full gray eyes were into his dark brown, almost black ones, as Aiwaza's cheek was against the cement. Those gray moons stared down at him, like a monster.

"I am powerful." It went on. "I am Diasuta." It was over zealous exactly like Ashley. "So obey me hn?" It just wanted to feel good, to just be possessive over something for a little while.

'Disaster!' Aiwaza yelled inside. 'That's what it's called?!' He stammered on. 'FUCK! It's taken over his subconscious! FUCK!' This was dangerous. So dangerous. So dangerous! 'SHIT!'

It took an index finger and a thumb that had dried blood coated on them and lightly grasped a piece of Aiwaza's dark hair, running it down from root to end, the solid gray eyes watching the fingers sliding down the front bangs of the hero professor.

"This body." It stated in reference to Aiwaza's. It grasped up under Aiwaza's hair, lifting it gently away from the back of his neck. It moved in, and lips met his nape, and teeth bit.

It fucking hurt.

Eraserhead shouted, but his outside was calm, mouth un-moving. 'The Class! THEY'RE GOING TO SEE!' What the hell kind of predicament this was! Surely, he could get out of this somehow! Peripherally, he could still see the training was not over. No one had saw; the upstairs couldn't see either. The enclosed balcony overlook was too high up, and the dug out was completely roofed over.

As the face came back, there was a tease of blood in the mouth and it was swirling it around. "Kiss me."

Quickly Aiwaza's mouth opened and pressed into the teen's mouth in the dim, small dugout they were inside of. He could taste the iron.

'Ah shit.' The Hero professor stammered. He could feel everything. He could feel Satoko's tongue coming into his mouth, it began to suck on his tongue, and the kid's mouth purred happily.

"More."

Aiwaza's lips gave, the kid's hands went up under his tank, and it's thumbs twiddled around his belt, then it yanked the belt so viciously that without warning Eraserhead's junk haphazardly grinded against the teen's.

'What?!' Eraserhead felt utterly violated! The brain lifted his arms to be around Satoko's slender, fit waist and the body pushed Aiwaza's form down on the bench, the 1-B'er on top of him, his tongue practically inside his throat.

Aiwaza was utterly stricken, thoughts rambling insane all over the place. 'Fug. Get... OFF!' A tongue lapped. His body was getting hot. 'Satok, shit. SEVENTEEN! This body. GOD DAMNIT! NO!' He couldn't even fight back, the words wouldn't even come out! 'It feels... eh. Ah.'

It hadn't made him close his eyes. The whole time Aiwaza, to his horror, had his eyes open, blinking normally in an idle state (unable to use those blinks for his quirk), except for responding to whatever this Disaster wanted.

The teen suddenly, pulled away a bit, and his head went aside the man's head, and it began latching it's incredibly soft lips around Aiwaza's ear.

'NO.' He shouted inside himself. It was a weakness; a sexual weakness he had. But the NO was more of a resolute statement than an exclamation.

The thing began speaking to him again between strangely romanced kisses. "You love this."

'NO! You're!' This kid! He is in dire states! No wonder he was so concerned! So fearful looking! His quirk could do so much more than healing! It could control. What else could it do?! And with a completely disassociated, horribly misbehaved, awful brain!

Aiwaza felt a lick under his lob, the way the tongue wiggled across his skin, he felt himself get goosebumps.

"Answer me."

"NO." Words finally came out of his mouth, but only when Disaster asked for some to.

"No? Then lie. Answer." It whispered. It wanted some good words.

"I like it."

"Oh? Like it how?"

"It makes me shake."

Between sucks. "Shake where?" Hands traveled. It rubbed across Aiwaza's exposed stomach. "Here?"

"No."

"AH." It traveled downwards and began rubbing him 'elsewhere'.

'No. No.' Aiwaza. 'Please. By the fuckin' gods. This has got to stop!' His body, began to feel... so good.

"Come with me Aiwaza." It kissed some more down his chest.

It teased the hero a ridiculous amount. Aiwaza was at his limits inside himself, and he couldn't even fight back. 'Rape. It's going to rape me!' He started to get fearful.

But instead it suddenly learched up, smiling grossly over him, blood all over it's mouth, so much that it's white teeth were stained.

"It's time to make some people pay for this once wound." It pointed to the scar it's just healed.

'NOOO!' Aiwaza screamed. Not the students! 'NOO!'

It held his hand and like a proper gentleman, Aiwaza's body hoisted him up off the bench. Aiwaza felt his body stand, and the teen put his scarf back around his neck, slowly, sexually kissing his lips in between wraps until it was all back on him.

Satoko's form bent down and picked up the wooden staff that he'd had earlier that was inside the dug out. It motioned for him to follow with one finger wiggling a 'come'.

Aiwaza was fighting. Getting no where. His body just walked behind him, up the stairs, out of the dug out.

"Follow me."

Aiwaza inside himself watched the staff spin, and the body crouched down, hopping up on the railing.

So that another thing!

The brain had a large store of this information. Satoko had not 'just leaned it.' His brain knew it! Had it stored, sorted, organized!

Eraserhead was thankful that that 'session' was over, but he would of rather been molested completely himself than anything befall upon his students.

He watched the body jump off the fifty foot high railing and do this amazing backflip swirling the defensive weapon above his head, to land on the ground crouching.

Aiwaza jumped up on the railing and jumped. 'NO!' He couldn't stop himself!

It was in his students hands.

They were all he had now.