Author's note: Holy shit actually reading back through this it fucking sucks. I'll have to rewrite these first couple chapters sometime soon. I guess look out for that?
Toga was on edge the entire walk to Midoriya's house. No one was really this nice, right? She assumed this was some new way to get at her by letting her guard down. If it was, it was definitely working. Whenever she stumbled from her exhaustion, he always caught her and helped her right herself. He looked at her with worry, something that no one had ever done for her before. He wasn't calling her creepy or a villain or anything mean like that.
He didn't know what her quirk was and how she really acted. That was probably why he was being so nice. Once he realized who she really was, he would probably call her a creep and beat her up like everyone else. Maybe she should just tell him and get it over with.
Her eyes met his, and she felt a warm feeling in her chest. Maybe she could wait just a bit longer. It was weird that someone was being nice to her, but it felt really nice.
Before she knew it, they had arrived at Midoriya's small apartment complex. The place was like any other you'd see in the residential area of a city like Musutafu, simple and homely.
Aizawa paced back and forth in Nezu's office. He could see the strain in the principal's smile, the angry glint in his beady eyes.
"A name is all I have at the moment, is that enough?"
Nezu's grin grew wider. "Oh, a name should be more than enough."
"So what do friends do?" Toga kicked her feet, sitting on the couch.
"Good question." Midoriya paused, thinking his plan over. He needed to learn more about her and get her to trust him. "I've never really had a friend over my house before, so I'm not really sure."
Her eyes widened. He didn't have any friends? But he was so nice! Nobody would ever mistake him for a villain.
"Well, let's just start with getting to know each other. Does that sound fine?" He mentally urged her to agree, hoping that he wasn't being too stilted.
"Makes sense." Toga shrugged. "I'm Toga Himiko, nice to meet you!" She grinned as he chuckled.
"I'm Midoriya Izuku. Well, now that that's out of the way, I was wondering about your quirk."
"Toga Himiko, quirk: Transform. Well, yes, that is troubling," Aizawa heard Nezu muttering and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"How is a transformation quirk troubling? They're quite rare, but would that not be a good thing?"
"Well, her transformations are not the problem. Rather, it's the nature of the activation. She requires an intake of blood of whoever she wants to transform into, and it appears that her quirk has also made her desire blood in some capacity."
"Oh." Aizawa imagined all the ways that she would be discriminated against because of her so-called "villain quirk." The fact that she was found beaten in an alley suddenly made much more sense. "Oh."
Toga's eyes darkened, but her smile remained. Izuku noticed the subtle shift in her attitude and immediately knew that he had messed up. "I-I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I'm just really into quirks and I love learning about them and the ways they can be used and-"
He was interrupted by Toga giggling. "Are you weirder than me?"
He grinned sheepishly. Toga sighed, glancing over at the door. She had hoped that this temporary friendship would last more than an hour, but her quirk would always catch up to her. "My quirk is called Transform. If I drink someone's blood, I become them." She braced herself, waiting for the fear and the hate that would inevitably be spewed her way, ready to leave his house when he shouted at her to leave.
"That's so cool!" Wait, what? Her gaze refocused on Midoriya, who was writing furiously in a notebook. Where did he even get that? "So you need someone's blood to turn into them? Is the amount of blood proportional to the amount of time you're able to maintain the transformation? Or is it a different factor, like blood type?"
Toga was overwhelmed with the speed at which he was talking. "Um, the first one. But, you really don't care?"
His pencil stopped, and he looked up at her, confusion written across his face. "About what?"
"My quirk. It's a villain's quirk." Why was she goading him? He didn't seem to even care, but that was what confused her. She wouldn't blame him for yelling at her and hitting her, even if she didn't like it. She could tell he was a genuinely nice person, so he would be totally justified in hating a villain. So why wasn't he?
"No quirk is inherently villainous. That's what I think anyway." He shrugged. "I think every quirk is special in its own way. I mean, some are definitely cooler than others, but any quirk could be used to be a villain or a hero. So I don't think it's the quirk, rather, it's the person that becomes a villain. I mean, have you thought about how dangerous the quirks of a lot of pro heroes are? If they were villains, they could cause a lot of damage and hurt a lot of people, but nobody thinks about that because they're heroes. So if…" He trailed off as he realized that Toga was staring at him. "Ah, uh, I'm sorry! I always end up talking for way too long! We're talking about your quirk right now."
Toga smiled, her most genuine one yet. She hadn't known how much she needed to hear that until now.
"Hmmm, that's interesting," Nezu muttered.
Aizawa was getting sick of his vague mutterings. "What?"
"Toga Himiko has been brought into police custody no less than nine times. Multiple cases of assault and battery. There weren't any extreme measures taken due to her young age, and it seems legal action was never pursued, but she was forced to receive counseling."
"Are these counts legit, or was she falsely accused?" Aizawa could easily see how she would be accused of things she didn't do.
"The first few do seem to have actual substance, but the majority were dismissed due to a lack of evidence." Nezu frowned thoughtfully. "Due to the nature of her quirk, an obsession with blood is likely only necessary. If, as a child, she attacked others with an intent to drink their blood, of course there should be consequences."
Aizawa took a closer look at the police reports. "But these counts date back to elementary school. She can't be expected to understand the consequences of those actions at that age."
"Precisely." Nezu nodded his head. "Counseling should have been the correct option."
"Should have been?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, should have been." Nezu turned back to the screen. "It appears the counseling ended after two sessions and never resumed. Also, if it were up to me, I would have had the attacked party undergo counseling as well, if only to make them understand that Toga did not likely understand how her actions were harmful. The way the entire situation was handled just screams neglectful to me."
"You're saying that the school and the police purposefully avoided taking proper treatment so that she wouldn't be given the help she needed? What's even the point of doing that?"
"Pure conjecture, of course." Nezu took a sip of tea. "In this hypothetical scenario, they are likely simply unwilling to give proper consideration to a child they deem as destined for villainy. And that doesn't explain everything. The continuation of counseling should have fallen to her parents. But based on what you've told me, she clearly doesn't have the luxury of good parents."
Aizawa ground his teeth. This part was his least favorite thing about the entire situation. "When I mentioned at least telling her parents about what had transpired, because she seemed adverse to taking it to the police, she called them worse. Worse than a beating that could have left her in the hospital for over a week. What sick fucks would even…" He stopped himself, struggling to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but Nezu didn't seem to mind. Instead, he took another sip of tea, placing it back down on the plate with more force than was necessary. That was all it took for Aizawa to realize how angry the principal was as well. The man took great care in how he handled his tea and chinaware, so any time he was rougher than necessary, you knew that even he was struggling to contain his rage.
"I do believe that it's time to look into these parents of hers."