It was the current controversy that swept news headlines.
"In now leaked documents, UA and Hero Commission are set to announce plans to rehabilitate young criminals into young heroes"
Or of course the inflammatory
"UA set to posion the next generation of heroes"
Momo Yaoyorozu eye's danced across the headlines and accompanying articles. She wasn't going to lie to herself she was worried and almost bewildered that UA would make such a decision to harbor and train known criminal elements.
She was going to be directly impacted by this change too as in the coming year she would be entering U.A. through recommendation.
According to the articles she read a new specialized class would be created under the name Class S, and would only feature 10 students at least for this trial year. The student's crimes at least the ones known about, range from petty theft to vigilantism to even murder and crimes as vile as cannibalism. After learning the last bit Momo definitely felt sick to her stomach, especially considering that one article mentioned class S would be working very closely with the other two hero classes. Meaning she was going to have to work with some very unsavory characters soon. She wouldn't let this stop her from achieving her dream though, she vowed to keep her eyes peeled on these freaks though.
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"Shit, this is a band of freaks" Floyd Lawton huffed to himself after looking around the prison bus at his fellow students.
Not to say all of them were clowns a couple of them looked normal in fact just a little too normal considering the circumstances. The standout of the group was definitely the giant angry looking crocodile monster in the back of the bus. Funnily enough, his gaze failed to shake anyone on the bus, most must have been made of sterner stuff then.
I was seated towards the front of the bus and like everyone else had both of my hands chained shut behind my back. Across the aisle from me sat a muzzled boy with large unkept purple hair that draped his tall figure. The exhausted-looking boy stared back at me and we locked eyes. I moved my chained hands together and formed figure guns and took aim. The purple boy was quick to notice and did the same. Good, looks like I already made a friend. Lord knows I will need it if I am to survive surrounded by these freaks.
Being the only one of non-japanese descent probably also got me a lot of looks, after all, they must be wondering how a Yankee like myself landed in a Japanese prison. Even if I told them they probably wouldn't believe it. I was a notorious assassin from the age of ten that traveled the world killing on contract… yet my luck dried up and I was caught by The Bat. And with me technically being a stateless individual without any sort of citizenship he dropped me off at the closest prison that could hold me, which happened to be Tartuerus. The only good thing I could say about the experience was now I officially held the title of the youngest imprisoned individual in a prison of that caliber. Along with that record came the title of an official supervillain. An illustrious club as you could imagine, there were so very few of them not in the ground because of the brilliant work of All Might and many like heroes him.
After all those years locked away, I couldn't say that I was angry about the whole experience. I was a rabid dog that only death could follow. I never killed for a belief or a good reason beyond filling my pockets. The people I killed will never come back but their family's anger, resentment, and sadness will continue to grow till I awake one day to find a bullet in my own skull. Batman brought an end to my terror. Looking back on these events he really saved me and then proceeded to break my jaw and fracture my ribs. Next time I see him I am getting some restitution.
The bus ride felt like a century, I could only salivate at what awaited me at U.A., the way the principal explained it to me in his offer was as a sort of freedom found in slavery. The Rat told me I had a chance, one chance, not to right my wrongs, but do what I should have done from the beginning. Those honeyed words of Nezu reverbed in my head, they consumed me. "Was this it, these four walls, that shitter and sink… the next 70 years" this thought alone prevailed in my turbulent mind. One notation descended from the heavens and shattered my dissolution "Woman".
It was beyond a good deal too. No entrance exam, on-site dorm, a monthly supervised stipend, and a chance at entering society again, this time as a hero.
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Arriving at U.A. the bus pulled into a back entrance most likely to avoid the media attention a bunch of teenagers in chains would generate.
The heavily armed guards proceeded to file us out of the bus and then just for good measure patted us down and made us walk through a metal detector.
With the last of us searched, footsteps broke the silence, high heels from the sound of it. In the distance, a curved figure rounded the corner. A look of recognition immutably plastered the faces of most of the class. She was the R-rated Pro Hero Midnight.
The way that she strutted herself with her hands on her hips over to our ragtag group. I couldn't help but smile widely. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly happy about what came next.
She took a long look around at all the students while sensually licking her lips and under her breath, she hummed out "Hmm… fresh meat."
Cracking the whip in her right hand she raised her voice and purred out "As most, of you may know I am the Pro Hero Midnight, and I will be your homeroom teacher for this year. So children let's do our best or I will be forced to punn-ish you nau-ghty children."
Once more with the crack of that whip and she continues "Now follow along children, I will show you to your dorms."
We were led on quite a hike across a massive campus. Along the way Midnight never stopped talking, I was so focused on her yet I still didn't hear a thing. Prison will really get you pent up. If you spend enough time there will either get a prison wife or be the prison wife, eat or be eaten basically and I was never going to let myself become somones bitch.
Eventually, we arrived to an area nestled within a vast forest on the property. The dorm building was truly luxurious at least compared to my previous accommodation. And from the "oohs and awws" that I heard from my "classmates" I'm sure they felt the same.
Still to the astute observer the high walls, hidden cameras, and what looked like retractable turret placements pointed towards it being little more than a golden cage. A golden cage was still infinitely better than whatever I had at Tartarus though.
Walking into the walls past a security checkpoint manned by two guards in black we were stopped at a mesmerizing courtyard filled with plant life and even a waterfall.
E.
Midnight Spoke again with her trademarked seductive tone "Welcome to your home for the next three years! Those steps in the corner lead to the basement training center, that glass door on the far side of the courtyard leads to the greenhouse, the door on the right side leads to the library, the door next to it leads to the shop/lab, and finally the door in the center of the courtyard leads to your rooms, kitchen, and media room."
With a quick crack of her whip and a sensual licking of her lips, she continued "You have all been assigned rooms, in them, you will find yourself a set of school uniforms, hygiene products, and necessities. Just so you are aware you have been given a stipend that can be used with my approval to buy street clothing and non-necessities."
With a stomp on the ground and a huff, she goes on "And that's not all. During the coming week, you will all be pulled aside to design and order your costumes, get a psychological check by Mr. HoundDog, a medical check by recovery girl, and you will be taking an academic test to see how much your education has suffered in incarceration. To expand on that last point, if you need help you will receive help, that children is what the test is for."
Everything the damn dominatrix said sounded perfectly reasonable, in fact, it was more than I expected.
"Oh and I almost forgot classes will officially begin on Sunday, so be prepared!" The hero said with a sadistic toothy grin.
With that last statement, the guards that led us to our new home unshackled us, and at last, we were finally free to explore.
I was not one to celebrate my victories but with my hands now free I flipped off the guard who had been giving the stink eye our entire journey here and then ran off to find my room.
How truly freeing it felt to have windows in my bedroom was truly an understatement. The bathroom was private, such a novel concept, till you realize how dehumanizing it is to have a thousand fuckin eyes on you while you're trying to shit. Considering the lay of prison cells in the main block of Tartarus were arranged around an enormous cylindrical tube that thousand eyes part may have been true.
The room was nice, maybe even cozy, for now, it was barren but luckily with that stipend, it wouldn't be that way for long.
On the desk was a school-provided laptop and my gateway to true freedom, the internet. I have no doubt that is being actively monitored, and I should keep my use of it to a minimum. That actually brings up a good point, I should clear this room for any bugs. You could never be too cautious is the attitude that I was able to skim from the principal during our short talk.
Finding a flashlight at the bottom of a drawer I used it to fish for hidden cameras within the room. I turned off the bedroom lights and first started with the smoke detector, no. Then the electronic clock, no. Next the outlets, no. Maybe the bedframe, nah. Ah, it must be in the mirror, nope.
Okay, maybe there are no hidden cameras in the bedroom but surely must be something in the bathroom…
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White fur glistened from the computer screen light. Sipping on his tea Nezu carefully looked through dozens of cameras positioned throughout the dormitory complex. This was most definitely a legal gray area. If these were normal students this activity that Nezu is engaging in would be entirely illegal and would get his teaching license revoked for normal students had a legal right to privacy, But these students displayed on these tantalizing large monitors were not normal students.
They were all criminals and as such have lost their right to privacy until they completed their three years of supervised probation and were deemed fit to re-enter society by a judge this loss of rights would remain true.
With this being the first deployment of the program Nezu understandably wanted things to go right and for the students to succeed, for they were and will always be his pride.
These children as Nezu saw it were already on very thin ice, and as Mr. Lawton proved with his 'friendly' hand gesture, these students may be wilder than anticipated.
Speaking of Mr. Lawton Nezu's thought to himself, he's experienced, the first thing he does upon entering his residence is to search for bugs. Nezu couldn't help but laugh to himself, the child was making a fool of himself by flipping his room upside down in search of a bug that he with his puny human mind could never hope to find! After all, he was carrying it around himself!
While Nezu was stroking his ego, the computer that was transmitting Lawton's audio suddenly lost connection after "What the fuck is this shit!" reverbed through Nezu's office.
Nezu couldn't believe it, this was not within his calculations. Floyd Lawton had truly found the hidden camera within the flashlight itself.
Maniacal laughter could be heard throughout the empty halls of U.A. as Nezu lost his shit that a puny human had truly won out against him. This would not stand Nezu proclaimed to himself. He will be keeping a close eye on Mr. Lawton from now on, he was sure of it.
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Floyd was a bit disappointed it took him that long to find the hidden device, surely the Rat must be aware of his discovery and is probably laughing about it now.
Now resting atop his bed, Floyd begins to organize his thoughts. He really should start to scope out his classmates and see what their deal was. While walking to the dormitories he did get plenty of looks at his classmates.
First, was the tired looking one with a purple afro. He looked less than pleased like he rather be in prison. For now, he was the only one I have had any sort of interaction with.
Second, was the blond bitch with a sadistic smile and eye's like a predator. The way her eye's washed over each and every student like she was about to pounce, wasn't a great sign. I should definitely be wary of her.
Third, was the human furnace, just standing next to the kid was liable to get you cooked. The worst part of that was his quirk wasn't even activated it seemed like that was just a passive effect. This dude's quirk I guarantee is dangerous, I should keep my eyes set on him.
Fourth, was the skinny-looking Latino teen. It felt nice to know he wasn't the only foreigner present in class. But strangely enough, this other student was as thin as a twig but and had all sorts of valves and metal pieces implanted into his skin. Was it a support item, or actually a manifestation of his quirk? I find it hard to believe that he was able to do something worthy of landing him here. Still, I shouldn't underestimate anyone.
Fifth, was the chick who was all green from head to toe. She had a venomous stare like most of the others, and with the way she walked, it looked like she wasn't afraid to use her charm to get what she wants. It's obvious from they way she looked at those plants in the courtyard and the way her face lit up at the mention of a greenhouse that her quirk is related to plants. In a fight, I should most likely explore options relating to fire.
Sixth, was a very plain boy with white-blond hair. He seemed to quake in his boots as a result of the crocodile man even glancing in his direction. The teen himself didn't think of himself as strong so why should I?
Seventh, was the previously mentioned alligator or crocodile man, I still wasn't sure, maybe I will ask him about that, it seems like a solid Ice breaker. Anyway, he is by far the scariest member of our class, purely by appearance and even by the clear effort that went into restraining him in chains. Beyond that he may not even have any sort of power beyond his monstrous form, at least I hope.
Eighth, was the feral-looking chick. I don't know much about her at all, beyond her clear lack of belief in the power of a shower. She looks ready to gut the first person that slights her. I should maintain a level of caution around her.
Ninth, Finally, was the blue man of the group. His breath practically froze into ice the second it left his mouth. The air of superiority that he walked with all but told me of his personality. Is should avoid stepping on his toes lest he freezes my dick off.
My position strength-wise against my classmates wasn't looking the best. The odds were not in my favor, they never were, I suppose that's what U.A.'s stupid motto is for though. If I go 'Plus Ultra' on these freaks I'm sure I could be them in a fight. After all, parading around the world as 'DeadShot', going from city to city, killing in the name of cash, throughout it all I have fought and killed way worse.