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"What the hell do you want, eyebags?" Bakugou barked.

"Relax, asshole." Shinso said, pushing off the wall and walking toward him. "I'm not here to give you shit as much as I think you deserve it."

"Then what. The hell. Do you. Want?" Bakugou grounded out.

"I just wanted to say despite this angry façade I see what you're trying to do. You and I aren't that different. We're each trying to accomplish a goal that doesn't include anyone else but ourselves." Shinsou explained as his tired eyes bore into Bakugou's angry red.

"What the hell do you know? And why do you give a shit?" Bakugou snarled.

It was really shitty if this was him admitting that he overheard the extremely private conversation he just had with Mr. Aizawa. If he heard anything that went on he was blasting him to hell and he wouldn't even have to think about how he just got moved up. He'd make sure he was nothing but a scorch mark on the attendance.

"I got lucky that Mr. Aizawa is giving me a chance. My quirk isn't as flashy as yours. It didn't get me a free ride into the hero course. Unlike you, you were blessed with a powerful quirk that doesn't rely on the element of surprise."

"Are you going to get to your point or just keep wasting my time?" Bakugou asked.

"I'm saying that I'm someone who understands."

"You don't know shit! This isn't some have and hold crap where we become best friends. I am not here based on any selfish notions you and those others extras might have of me. You're here for yourself. I'm here for someone else asswipe." Bakugou said as started to stomp off, completely done with the conversation.

No one understood what he went through after that day. The couple nights he spent in the hospital bombarded by those dumbass therapists and jackass police trying to tell him wasn't thinking right because he got knocked around. No one listened so why should he even bother trying if it wasn't going to get him anywhere. That was why he stopped going to the stations. After 3 years they just seemed to think he was just some bug. Aizawa was the first person who wanted to listen and had something at least worth hearing.

"And you don't think I'm not here because of someone else? That's what I actually wanted to talk to you about."

"Ugh!" Bakugou groaned as turned around. "For someone who apparently has little to say you sure take your sweet ass time getting to the fucking point."

"I'm guessing you don't have a brother, do you?"

Bakugou almost snorted and laughed at the thought. He hoped not and was pretty sure if his parents' did have another kid he'd be the first to know. His parents were…better than most and no one better tell them that! Especially not his hag of a mom. Sure, he was a carbon copy of his hag and his old man was a pushover, but they he knew they loved him. They made sure they focused on their family and they were never one to put him down about his endeavors. They supported him as long as it didn't get him into any trouble.

"What fuck are you on about?" Bakugou asked.

Shinsou sighed. He knew what he was signing up for when he decided to confront the boy. Shinsou looked down at the floor. The moment was probably one of the scariest days of his life. But it was also a day he had hope. Months went by before he actually felt safe and now he at least has his guardian to watch over him along with a couple others. However, as much as he didn't want to go back there, he wanted to see if he could find him again…and thank him.

"About 4 years ago, when I was around 12, my parents died in a car accident. I'm not sure if you know this but the social system in Japan is shit. Especially to those who don't have the most desirable of quirks. Anyway, it took someone a couple days before anyone noticed a child had been alone and by that point I was wandering the streets in search of help. I didn't know where my parents were and everyone just told me to go home or find a hero. I ended up not in the safest district and this old man who looked like a doctor attempted to 'help' me." Shinsou started explaining.

Bakugou noticed how he sarcastically said doctor. Was this some shady black-market shit? In this society, he wouldn't put it past anyone doing sketchy things for the sake of power or batshit insanity. What's that got to do with him or this supposed brother?

"And your point?" Bakugou asked.

"The doctor attempted to drag me along saying that he'd help me find my way. I didn't trust the man and he grabbed me. Next thing I knew a boy came out of nowhere grabbing the creep's arm and exploding it. The boy got backhanded, but at least gave me a chance. They must have known each other, but I didn't stick around long enough to find out. The boy smiled at me before yelling at me to escape along with an address. That address led me to a hero who actually helped me. That kid saved me…using a quirk that looked exactly like yours."

Bakugou's eyes widened. No way. It couldn't have been. Memories flashed through his mind as he went to attack Izuku and somehow Izuku defended himself using his quirk. For a while Bakugou thought it was just as the nerd said it was that night. He was mistaken and it was his own explosion. Izuku is…he was quirkless. Bakugou knew what he saw that night. Izuku used his quirk somehow which means if Shinsou saw some boy use his quirk then…without missing a beat he stepped toward Shinsou and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"What did he look like? How was he? Where was this?"

"Calm down Blasty." Shinsou was surprised by the response he received. He thought the blond would literally and figuratively blow up that no one else had a quirk like him and he was crazy. However, this response looked panicked and dare he say he saw a flicker of…hope in his eyes. Removing his shoulders from the very literal hand grenades who had a tight grip on him.

"What. Did. He. Look. Like?" Bakugou grounded out.

"It's been a while, but all I remember about the kid is that he was green like everywhere."

Bakugou sucked in a breath as he felt his heart start going a mile a minute. The event Shinsou was talking about had taken place roughly 2 years or so after he was kidnapped. Not too many people had green everywhere which meant hair and eyes. If he was seen alive then there must be an even greater chance Izuku was currently still alive and probably still trapped with the villains who took him in the first place.

"Fucking finally." Bakugou said as he bit his lip with a smirk. "Not the response I was expecting."

"Shut your damn mouth. Despite coming from an extra, that's the best damn thing I've heard all day." Bakugou said.

"You know him?" Shinsou asked with a slight hint of surprise in his voice. Once Shinsou calmed down and finally got the much needed help he thought about the kid who saved him. Was he okay after that? Did they hurt him for saving him from whatever horrible outcome would have befell him? He remembered the smile and Shinsou really thought things would be okay.

"Yeah, I fucking know him. He saved me too."

Shinsou looked at the seriousness of Bakugou's expression. No anger. No sadness. He looked like acceptance. Shinsou then thought about what he had said when he blew up in class today. A lot more made sense then a couple hours, hell, even minutes ago as he waited for the blond boy.

"You senseless morons have never seen a real hero in your life! One could walk right through that door and you wouldn't bat an eye!"

"Is he who you were talking about?" Shinsou asked.

This had to be the same boy. He owed that boy his life and the life he currently lives. Because of him he was now one step closer to his dream sooner than he thought. Apparently Bakugou also owed him or at least something close to it. He hoped he was still alive, for both their sakes. "

Yeah. That stubborn bastard is still trying to be a hero. His name is Izuku Midoriya."

"You think he's still alive?" Shinsou asked. Please. He needed to be alive. He'd accept if he wasn't and keep going for him, but that would leave an empty weight in his chest.

"His ass better be or I'm going to kill him."

Before either one could continue a string of meows, that could be called singing, broke through tension. Bakugou's eyes deadpanned as he thought 'what the fuck' as without any comment or change of emotion Shinsou simply reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"That's my guardian. I should go. Talk to you later." Shinsou said, pocketing his phone and grabbing his bag that was leaning against the wall.

Shinsou felt calmed by the new information he learned, being pleased with himself that he sought out Bakugou. That moment was all he thought about ever since he saw Bakugou's quirk that morning. Clearly Bakugou wasn't the boy who saved him unless he dyed his hair and got a new face, but maybe he would know something. Quirks are generally special to each individual with similarities only running in families. So the boy, Izuku Midoriya, wasn't family, but Bakugou knew exactly who he was talking about and they shared some history which was a start. Shinsou would have preferred to stay longer and pry, but his guardian, the hero Midoriya led him to, was waiting so they could head home. Regardless, he got answers to the questions he never thought he'd get.

He only admitted this to a couple people, but that day changed him and it plagued him. He was alone and no one understood what it was like living with a sense of guilt that one either had to swallow down or throw in everyone's face. Despite being told otherwise, he was selfish then. He couldn't know what the green haired boy risked to save him and he never thought about it until later. At that moment he only cared about running away and saving himself. A hero would have saved that boy too. He beat himself up about it until a smart man his guardian was friends with basically pulled his head out of his ass and he saw the experience as opportunity. He was going to grow from that into someone he could be proud of. A hero.

"Hey eyebags." Bakugou's voice broke through the silence of the halls and stopped Shinsou's departure. Shinsou turned his head to the side to motion he was listening and he heard what he never thought he'd ever hear. "Thank you."

When Bakugou returned to class the next morning all eyes were on him. He wasn't deaf. He heard them whispering before he walked in the door. They all were wondering if he was going to be in class having been expelled or transferred out. Sorry fuckers, he was here to stay and just his presence should tell them that. Besides, it was too damn early to deal with that shit so he just silently went to his seat. Shinsou sat quietly as Kaminari attempted to keep talking to him, only getting ignored or one-word answers. After their talk yesterday Bakugou was content that at least one person in the class had a brain and he could tolerate him. Granted he might have more information on Izuku, but still; he was more useless than the rest of the morons.

"Hey man!"

"What do you want, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou asked.

"The name's Kirishima! I think it's manly for whatever reason you're here and that you didn't take anything lying down!"

"No one asked for your opinion. I'm here for my fucking reasons and I don't have to share it with the rest of you idiots. Now leave me alone."

Yeah, he wasn't going to give anything to these nosy ass extras. The bright red hair sighed and went back to his seat as Aizawa announced they needed to get started as they had a lot to cover. Glancing back a moment, 'Somei stick up his ass' looked like he wanted to continue his verbal beat down from yesterday, but the narrowing eyes and disapproving stare from Aizawa stopped both of them before any brawls could break out. They're all dumb as shit anyway because they voted for him to be class president and ponytail for vice. That wasn't going to end well. He's going to drive them up the wall to be more like him and Bakugou refuses to put the stick back. At the end of it all Aizawa mentioned a field trip that would be coming up and they should prepare for it by making sure costumes and support gear were all in order. He didn't need to worry about that.

"Hey, teach. I brought what I wanted to show you." Bakugou said. Out of his bag he pulled out a notebook that was kept in a plastic sleeve. It looked a little worn, but regardless it was well taken care of as he slipped out and handed it over.

"Hero Analysis For The Future Volume 10." Aizawa read. "I'm going to assume this isn't yours."

"Hell no. Open it to page 18." Bakugou did what he said and flipped it open. Staring back at him was a rather simple drawing of himself that was surprising well drawn especially since he tended to not show himself. This was also roughly 6 years old and even back then Aizawa made it a mission to be undetected. Various points were coming off certain place and quite a few were jotted down underneath in a messy scribble, but still readable.

-Goggles used to not tell who and where he's looking.

-Does that mean it needs a direct line of sight to work? Could his quirk be used to erase another person's quirk through glass?

-Can the quirk bounce off mirrors and hit targets behind him?

-Hair raises when using quirk. Most likely falls when inactive.

-Could he tie it back in order to not give it away when it's active?

-Does this affect the special cloth he uses? Do they resonate with one another?

-Doesn't appear to work on mutant types.

-A special cloth is used to snare multiple villains at once.

-Useful support for long distances so those whose quirks he can't erase stay as far away as possible.

-An agile fighter so he needs to be fast and stealthy.

-ESSENTIALLY QUIRKLESS!

"Bakugou, these are rather impressive and detailed. Who do they belong to?" Aizawa asked as he closed the notebook.

"Izuku. Damn nerd has ten of these waiting at my house for when he comes back. Little stalker. I remember him telling me about this one day. I ignored him, but I thought you'd like to see you have at least one fan."

Ignoring the jab, Aizawa just asked, "Do you mind if I keep this for a bit?"

"I sure as hell better get it back."

"You will. I want to show it to someone else who will be delighted to see it." Aizawa confirmed. He also wanted to look at it more in depth and then decide if he'd show to the principal.

"Tch. Fine, but if I don't get it back I'll blast your coffee." Bakugou grumbled as he stalked out of the classroom toward the cafeteria.

Aizawa flipped through the notebook as he sat at his desk sipping his coffee. These were well-written and very detailed especially for a ten year old. Bakugou mentioned that he had ten of these and since this was number 10 so it had to be the most recent. He was interested to see the earlier ones and if they shared the same level of analysis. This kid had potential with this alone showing the tenacity to learn from everything around him. He knew he asked the teen to keep the notebook to show to another, but now he had doubts about showing them to the principal. If the principal got his grubby paws on Izuku, who knows what will happen to the poor kid.

"Did I say you could look at that?" Aizawa asked the tall man leaning over his shoulder. The man was only taller because of his obnoxious hair that cut off the lighting.

"You must be really into that, huh?" Yamada said.

"It's not your concern." Aizawa answered.

"Hahaha! From what I saw, those are impressive! From a student of yours?"

"No. Just someone I've taken an interest in."

"From General Studies?" Yamada questioned. He had already sniped one student from there already, was he looking to fill the final spot in Class 1-A before the Sports Festival?

Aizawa gritted his teeth.

"No. He doesn't go here. Don't you have a class to teach or something?"

"Nah." Yamada said, plopping into his chair next to him. "I'm about to go to the radio station for a bit before coming back. You were so into that you didn't hear me!"

"That's surprising." Aizawa deadpanned. He was right though, even if he didn't want to admit it. He didn't hear him enter and he was so engrossed he didn't notice how much time had passed either.

"Not cool bro." Yamada said, giving him a light shove.

"Anyway, Hitoshi came to me last night about it again and I cried when thanked me." Aizawa raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to say he was eavesdropping but the two students were having a not quiet conversation outside the teacher's lounge. He might have heard everything and was pleased Shinsou had talked to Bakugou.

"Oh. About?"

"You know what I'm talking about, yo." Yamada said. "He said he got some answers and was seeing what all we've been telling him the past few years. I was so proud of him we went to that new kitty café! I know you said kids weren't your thing, but I've got to hand it to you, you've been a real pal these last few years with Hitoshi and me."

"Just returning the favor." Aizawa simply replied.

Hizashi smiled down at him. The raven haired man didn't notice, but he was happy to see him taking responsibility. When Aizawa just fell off after second year he knew he couldn't allow his friend to simply just waste his life away. He remembered dragging him around in his capture scarf, borderline kicking yet not screaming, about taking care himself and talking to someone. Hizashi excelled in the talking part while Nemuri was all about self-care and putting him to sleep whether he wanted to or not. He wasn't going to lose anyone else and he refused to lose Aizawa. Not after everything they'd been through. He couldn't picture his life without his introvert.

"I know. I was totally freaked out by this kid who randomly showed up at the radio station and now I can't imagine life without that kid. Just know my dude that if anything like this happens to you I'll be there one-hundred and ten percent!"

Aizawa remembers that day quite well. He was taking a nap when his phone went off disturbing him. Initially he was planning to give the Voice Hero a piece of his mind when the worried voice came over asking if he could help him. Apparently this preteen came rushing into the radio station exclaiming he had been attacked by a creepy guy. Hizashi had been able to calm the kid down and bonded with him before he had even rolled out of bed. Eventually Hizashi adopted the kid last year. When Shinso finally opened up about what happened, Hound Dog told them they should tell someone about the child, but of course the police said it was probably some kind doctor and a kid with an unstable quirk out for fresh air and Hitoshi was just frightened by everything. It came to his surprise to learn that Bakugou's hero and Shinou's hero were the same kid. And like Bakugou, Shinsou was having a difficult time accepting the death of his parents, that he had almost been kidnapped, and the unsettling feeling that something traumatic was pushing him forward. Good, this would be helpful to help him, both of them.

"I doubt that will happen." Aizawa said closing the notebook and placing it inside his desk for safe keeping. Most likely only one other person would see the piece of paper that was placed alongside one of the pages. If he left his own notes and answers to give back to Midoriya when he was recovered then that was his knowledge alone.

Bakugou got on the bus ignoring Iida as he blew an annoying whistle. He swallowed the urge to take it and shove it down his throat. Picking a window seat he simply looked out hoping this would go by as fast as possible or at least learn something that'll be useful. At least he wasn't missing this class to talk about his feelings again. He didn't think he could do that again without mentally preparing for it. That crapfest didn't start until next week and when he told his parents about how he'd have to stay after school on Tuesdays…they were happy and told him they were proud he was making strides to better himself and he'd have their support. He didn't mention Shinsou's story to them as he was unsure how they'd take it.

"Yeah and we still don't know anything about your quirk Shinsou." Tsu said.

"I already said you'll know soon enough. Why bother with it now? It's not like it'll be of any use against a natural disaster." Shinsou replied.

Bakugou could hear the eyeroll. Admittedly he was rather curious, but it was clear that it wasn't a physical quirk.

"Well if any of our classmates have pro hero quirks it's Todoroki and Bakugou." Kirishima said.

"Yeah, but Bakugou's always angry so he'll never be that popular." Tsu said.

"Shut your fucking trap!" Bakugou yelled.

"You know we basically just met you so it's kind of telling that we know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage." Kaminari quipped.

"And apparently you all make assumptions and don't bother to learn." The bus went quiet as all eyes looked forward to see Aizawa staring back at them.

His eyes were trained on each one of them. Hopefully the stare down would help each of these kids look inside themselves and not be petty teenagers. Yes, Bakugou's attitude wasn't seen as the most desirable which Aizawa wanted to see improve, but as he talked with the kid yesterday he understood him more. Hitoshi was the same. He didn't want to be close to anyone afraid they'd just leave him or only see him for his quirk. This wasn't going to cut it once they finally became pros and it will get them in hot water at any turn. Media relations. Public relations. Working relations. If one of those falters a hero can kiss their career goodbye. That in turn hurts a hero's judgment, causes mistakes, and ultimately costs lives.

"I'm not defending anyone. Just open your eyes and see everyone for who they are, a person. We're here. Get off the bus and listen up."

"Welcome to the USJ! The Unforeseen Simulation Joint!" Thirteen greeted as everyone got off looking forward to the giant dome that awaited the next step into becoming heroes.

AN: Next is the USJ which turns out a little...different than before! It certainly picks up afterward! Anyway, hope to have it up soon!

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