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Medical Hero: Toga Himiko.
Loved by doctors, loved by patients and the all-time winner of the unofficial competition: Most shown on the front cover of Heroes Weekly . Most of her photoshoots were of her in nurse costumes or had some vampire symbolism. But unlike all assumptions of her, Himiko hated blood. For some reason, people who had quirks that would appear to affect one’s personality contrarily affected them. Say if one had an aquatic-based quirk, the more it was likely for them to dislike the water. Strange, but scientists had already ended the discussions of the topic decades ago.
The appearance of Himiko shook the medical world significantly. Urgent blood donations were rarely needed anymore, and patients didn’t have to wait long for transfusions when she was around. She’d saved many people with rare and uncommon blood types, including the current president of Japan. This led to her rise in fame and popularity, as she soared up on the charts as someone essential for the world of heroics to function.
And currently, that exact hero was showering in Neito’s personal bathroom.
“Ah, Himiko, can you be quick? I’m sweaty from soccer practice today.”
Which wasn’t wrong, he did go to soccer practice that day, but he wasn’t particularly sweaty and didn’t really want to shower. He just felt as if this was an invasion of privacy. Besides, she already had a personal penthouse in the ‘ League ’ or whatever organisation it was called, right? There was no real reason for her to come steal her younger brother’s personal shower. Besides, Kamino Ward was less than an hour's drive from here, anyway.
“Whatever.”
He heard the echo of her voice, almost completely blocked out by the sound of running water. Neito sighed as he left the closed door in peace, and walked over to his bookshelf that held over thirty volumes of the Heroes Weekly magazine. He took volume 2, issue 33 out from its spot and turned it over to his sister's interview.
‘Ms Himiko, what is the concept you’ve been going for? Aloof nurse? Uncaring medic?’
‘I— uh,’
‘Do you usually act like this with friends and family?’
‘— What ?’
Honestly, Neito wished it was true. Goddammit, maybe if he had a nicer, caring, kind and happy sister at home, and an aloof, uncaring, uninterested sister to the public, maybe he could feel special or something. But no, his older sister was the same, both in and out, on and off of work.
As Neito grieved the loss of his non-existent, kind older sister, his real older sister stepped out of his bathroom.
“...You can go in now.”
She said, before slamming the door to his room, shut behind her.
Neito sighed, as he closed the magazine and put it back in its respective location. He stared at his collection for a couple of seconds, before bringing himself back to reality.
Was it creepy for someone’s younger brother to be hoarding magazines of his older sister?
No, no. He had copies with other heroes on them. His older sister just had to be the one who appeared the most. He wasn’t a siscon, he was a perfectly normal person who liked to read Heroes Weekly. Besides, he had volumes with the Cremation Hero: Dabi, the smooth talker who always had an enigmatic smile on his face, and others such as Twice, and even one of the ‘HPSC staff’: Chisaki Kai. He wasn’t weird.
Ah god, he didn’t know.
Neito stepped into the shower, changing his thoughts from his sister, to whether the shower would heat up fast enough for his liking. He felt the warm water wash off all the grime and dirt from his legs from falling over during soccer and stayed unmoving for a minute or so.
Maybe this was paradise. Oh to just live in the presence of warm water washing down his body forever. How he wished that that was his whole life.
However, his dreams didn’t last for long.
“Neito! Come to the dining table! Mum’s already finished cooking dinner!”
Fuck, he literally just got into the shower. Was it really necessary for his dear older sister, to shatter his dreams like that?
As he fumed under the water, Neito quickly got washed and dried, ready to have some nice food. He stared in the mirror for a few seconds, observing his face that was reflected inside it.
Perpetual dark circles. He didn’t know whether to classify dark hair closer to blue or purple. Dull brown eyes. He opened his mouth, and fidgeted around with his sharper-than-average canines for a bit, before getting disappointed at the fact that they would never be as big as his sister’s.
Goddammit, did his dad’s genes even exist in him, at all? He looked like an almost carbon copy of his mother. Well, excluding the fact that they were different genders, of course.
Neito sighed, as he walked over to the table where his family were seated together, his towel on his neck dripping with every step he took.
“At least dry your hair off properly before coming here.”
His sister said, not even looking at his face.
“Fuck off.”
Maybe if this were a normal family, his parents might have scolded him for swearing in the house, but he and his older sister had been acting like this since they were children, so it was safe to say that their parents didn’t give a shit of what they did or said anymore. Especially Himiko, she was the one who brought money into the household, after all.
As he got seated, he picked up the pair of chopsticks he always used to eat, and because of some strange gust of non-existent wind, one rolled out of his hand, and bounced around on the floor. It rolled all the way to the living room, and Neito swore internally as he walked after it.
“So how is the League of Heroes treating you Himiko?” he heard his mother ask, as if she didn’t ask the exact same question every time Himiko came home.
“Don’t call it that, the name sucks,” she replied, with it being a different answer compared to last week, “I found out that the name came from the ‘ League of Legends ’, and I can’t get over how cringy it is.”
Oh, so that’s why the name sounded vaguely similar.
The game, ‘League of Legends ’, had died in popularity a few years back before the ‘ League of Heroes ’ was established, so everyone who heard the organisation’s name either had no idea that it was related to a dead game or thought it felt familiar and just moved on. Neito was the latter. Thinking about it now, he had met two of his closest online friends a few years back while the game was still active, one with the username of ‘ JFrost ’, which he thought was pretty cringe, naming themselves after a fairytale villain. And another one called ‘ Midas_x ’ who he had originally thought to have a god complex, but was a pretty nice guy in all honesty. The first guy just one day went inactive, and the second guy was ‘busy with life’, apparently.
Neito sighed as he walked back over to the kitchen, put his singular chopstick in the sink, and grabbed another from the cutlery drawer. He heard his parents ask more about how Himiko’s life was, only to get met with the same ‘it’s going fine’ over and over again.
Did they not mind, at all?
He sighed as he finally returned to the table with a pair of chopsticks held tightly in one hand, ready to finally have food. As he took in the first scoop of rice, he savoured it, in pleasure. Seriously, it was just rice but his mother had somehow perfected the water-to-rice ratio, making every scoop enjoyable and a heaven for his mouth. Not even those fancy restaurants could compare to something of this standard.
As he finished eating his food, he realised his sister was nowhere to be found. He looked around and realised that she was getting ready to leave.
… Huh?
Already?
Himiko had put on her outerwear and was currently putting on her shoes, with their parents continuously telling her not to go.
Stumbling over from the dining table, Neito rushed over.
“You’re leaving already? You came here for what? Only three hours?” he asked, flabbergasted, “How did you finish dinner already ?”
She shrugged, “Not my fault you took so long in the shower.”
Fuck, it was her fault that she took over thirty minutes, taking her time while humming and slowly washing herself, not his . And what did she even come here for? To sit on the couch? To use his shower? To eat dinner? What was her purpose? If she was going to come and visit, it would be nicer to sleep the night, no
Apparently, Himiko seemed to have noticed her younger brother’s confusion written all over his face. Not a usual sight, as he was pretty good at hiding his emotions around people.
“I’ll visit again soon.”
And with that, she left.
His parents left to go clean up the table, and left Neito all alone, staring at where his older sister just was.
What the fuck was that? Seriously, what the fuck , was that?
Before he could begin spiralling, his mother called him over to help wash the dishes. Neito snapped himself out of it and walked over, trying not to think about everything that had happened in the last few hours.
He continued to be in the perpetual ‘absentminded’ state for around a few more hours, lasting until he ended up on his bed, all tucked in and ready to sleep. And suddenly, he realised something important.
He hadn’t done any of his schoolwork.
Fuck, he had an assignment due tomorrow and there was still shit he hadn’t finished yet. Would this be the day his A+ streak goes down into the trash?
Neito jumped out of his bed and got onto his desk and turned on the lamp. From his bag, he brought out his computer, turned it on, put it on charge and stared at the screen for a good minute. Well, he had nine hours or so to complete this since he was going to do an all-nighter. He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his arms as if he were getting ready for the Olympics. Well, the ‘Assignment Olympics’ anyway.
He started typing on his computer, switching through tabs as he tried to find the best possible wording of a sentence without copying what one website says completely. If his friends found out that this is what the third top student does to get good marks, they wouldn’t believe him at all. After all, the people who got good marks always seemed to finish things on time, not stay up and go for an all-nighter like him.
As he typed away, Neito could hear vague sounds of explosions coming from outside. He brushed the sound off as an auditory hallucination, before watching a YouTube video as a prize for completing one of the four sections he needed to do. Thank god he had done a bit of everything beforehand.
Around an hour had passed, but the explosions did not stop. He hit himself on the head, hoping that this would stop the constant noises he was hearing, however, they only seemed to just increase in volume.
“Fuck, maybe the voices are getting louder.”
He said to himself, laughing it off. Yet, they didn’t stop, continuing to increase in intensity by the second.
Neito stood up from his chair, and walked around the room, eventually flopping onto the bed, tired. He shuffled around on the mattress, eventually deciding to look outside.
What the fuck?
Nope, never mind, the voices weren’t acting up, but something else, was .
Outside, there were flashes of bright light, and sounds of buildings crumbling.
Holy shit .
Fuck, the local hospital, which usually could be seen by the glowing red cross was gone, and so was the local hotel and train station. It seemed that nothing above the size of a normal two-storey house remained. Wasn’t this a civilian zone? Villains weren’t allowed in here, and if they were, the guards would have alerted the town already. Just because it was night, didn’t mean that the guards had a day off, right?
The speed of the destruction seemed to increase as the intervals between explosions became shorter and shorter. Neito grabbed his laptop, unplugged it, and ran over to where his parents were sleeping. As he opened the door to the master bedroom, he was greeted by the loudest snore ever, by his dad. No wonder they didn’t know what was going on, there was a whole, ‘snorefest’ going on in here.
“Mum, Dad!” Neito shook the body of his sleeping parents, the laptop still held tightly in his left arm, “Wake up, there are explosions out—.”
[BOOM.]
FUCK.
Neito ducked as his whole house shook, trying to avoid the falling rubble from the ceiling. He clutched his laptop tightly as if it were the most precious thing to him and took deep breaths in.
A cold breeze drifted through the house, and he knew something was demolished. Standing up slowly, he ignored his parents’ calls of ‘what happened?’ and walked out to the living room. He placed his steps carefully, avoiding anything sharp that could get into his foot, as he was currently, barefoot. Fuck, should he go back into his room to put on a jacket and some socks? He was so cold that if he didn’t move for ten minutes, he probably would’ve died from hypothermia. Okay, maybe not ten, but it was cold as fuck .
Neito slowly walked through the hallway, and eventually, made it out into the open space.
Okay, maybe that was a bit too open.
Where the fuck was the ceiling?
…
He looked around the room, observing the current situation and how it would affect his quality of life in the future. Currently, it was not looking good.
The wall that led out to the backyard? Gone. The part of the wall that covered up the bathroom? Gone. The toilet that was in said bathroom? Gone. The kitchen island? Gone. The dining table? Gone. The ceiling? Fucking gone.
Everything was fucking gone to the point it was surprising that something was still here .
And that something, was the couch. However, the couch had two things sitting on it that weren’t there before. Surprising .
There was a man and a… what the fuck was that? A bear? A mouse? A—.
“Oh! You must be Toga Neito. Sit, sit. Oh and bring your parents too, will you?”
The man, who wore a bright white outfit that seemed to be blending into his also-white hair that went down to his shoulders, asked, as soon as he saw Neito approach. He had a big smile on his face.
Fuck, was he a villain?
“Quickly Neito, we don’t have much time,” he said, but it didn’t look as if he cared about whether they were running out of time or not.
“Who the fuck are you?” Neito asked back, not giving a shit if he wasn’t in his ‘nice person’ persona. These people were probably villains, and obviously the ones that destroyed his house .
“Huh? Pretty rude. That wasn’t in your files.”
“W— I— What?” Neito spluttered.
He had a file ? Were these creepy fucks keeping tabs on him or something? The hell? Why the fuck would a villain have information on a completely normal, upstanding citizen of Japan? Seriously, there was something wrong with these people.
“Hurry up, get your parents already,” the man in white said, annoyance beginning to show in his voice.
“No need, we’re here.”
Neito’s mum and dad entered the living room, acting as if they were final bosses or something from a game. He cringed at how his parents were trying to act tough, with their chest puffed up, and head held high. Were they okay?
“Oh great, great,” the man in white smiled at them, “Come over here.”
He gestured to his parents for them to come over to the two, who were still sitting on their couch. Neito’s parents walked warily over, with his dad holding a metal bat firmly in one hand. Where the fuck did that come from?
Neito followed his parents over and stopped in front of the coffee table, staring at the man and the anthropomorphic… animal who sat next to him.
“What is this all—“
“We’ll get straight to the point,” the animal cut his dad off, “We want your son to come and attend our school. You will be compensated generously.”
The man in white handed his parents a thick slab of paper, stapled together, looking like a contract. His parents opened the cover page up, and Neito watched as his parents’ eyes went from word to word, reading the document carefully. His mother’s eyes went wide with a gasp, and Neito walked over to see what was written on it. He quickly skimmed over what was on the first page.
Non-disclosure… compensation… three years… graduation… UA…
Wait. Hold up—. UA?
“You want our son to attend a stupid Villain Academy for three years?” his mother exclaimed.
Neito cusped his hand over his ears.
“The number one villain academy in Japan,” the man in white corrected.
The number one villain academy in Japan. Everyone knew that. His teachers had warned his class tons and tons of times, that it was the number one high school students shouldn’t go to. Of course, it wasn’t as if anyone could , knowing that going into ungoverned districts meant death .
Lawless zones, ungoverned districts, and all the other names people called them covered more than half of Japan. In there lived a mountain full of delinquent gangs, thieves, black markets, yakuza, mafia, and every other criminal activity someone could think was there. But the one thing students were taught to look out the most, were the villains . Criminals that used their quirks to harm people. According to history textbooks, death by villains was the most prominent cause of death a few decades ago, and even with the civilian districts established, people who wandered into the ungoverned districts had most likely died as soon as they stepped in. Or, that’s what he was taught.
But this contract, wanted him to attend school in the most dangerous one? Musutafu? Were these shits fucking insane?
“Don’t look so worried, details about the compensation are on the next page!”
Without sparing one glance at the white-haired man, Neito’s mother immediately flipped the page over.
Holy fucking shit .
A fucking mansion? Three luxury sports cars? A hundred million yen? What the fuck ?
He could sense his parents’ eyes go wide as they stared at what was written on the page. Seriously? All for him having to go to a high school for three years?
Neito could see his mother staring at the page in disbelief. Yes, this deal was too good to be true. Her hands shook, and her eyes were wide as she read through everything that was written down. She looked as if she was seriously contemplating accepting the deal as she was reading what was on there. Well, Neito couldn’t really correct her, if he was in his mother’s position, there was a high chance that he would agree.
“No,” his mother said after what felt like an eternity, “Neito could get killed if he attends this school. We are not letting our baby boy go and die for a measly hundred million yen.”
The man in white chuckled.
“See, Mrs Toga, if you don’t accept this deal, how are you going to live? Besides, you don’t even have a house.”
“Shouta!” the animal with black fur whisper-shouted and elbowed the man on the hip, and turned back to Neito’s parents, “See, if you would read this contract properly, you would find that we would guarantee Neito’s safety, and he would be the top of our priority list if he needed to get healed. As well as the fact that he will get his school fees already paid, and food and lodging given to him for free . As soon as you sign this contract, all the compensation will be given at once, including the house.”
The bear (?) replied, with a tinge of annoyance in its voice.
“Lodging? Do you mean Neito will have to live at this school?” his father asked, thinking that this whole situation was absurd.
“Yes.”
The mouse (?) sighed.
“Now if you’d read this contract carefully.. .”
…
As his parents read every page carefully , Neito continued to look around his ‘ house ’. Could it really be called a house , if it’s this broken? Nobody could even live in a place like this.
He sighed. Maybe it just hadn’t hit him yet, but he just felt so unbothered by this whole ordeal. Yeah, his house is fucking half- gone , yeah there’s two strange villains trying to get his parents to sell him off by sugarcoating their words, yeah he has an assignment to do and finish by tomorrow morning, which he doesn’t know if he still can . God, maybe this was a bad dream, and he would wake up tomorrow, knowing that he still hadn’t finished his assignment. Actually, he didn’t really want that to happen. Neito took all of what he thought back.
He turned his attention back to the anthropomorphic animal and ‘Shouta’ , if that even was his real name.
“So what do you villains want with me?” he asked, putting emphasis on ‘villains’, “I don’t know what two ‘guys’ like you would have business destroying a fucking district, including my house , just to give another back and ask the couple living there to sell their normal, civilian child over. Wouldn’t this be your loss?”
The man in white laughed, “Consider it some sort of social experiment. ”
Neito turned back around to his parents wondering if they had heard what the man just said. It seemed like they didn’t, as they continued to talk amongst themselves quietly, as the rat— bear thing clarified questions they had.
“I thought you’d be more against this, Neito ,” the man said, “You don’t seem to have many complaints.”
“I do,” he stated, flatly, “How can I be sure that you won’t kill me? I don’t think villains are particularly trustworthy, you know.”
The man put his hand to his chin.
“Well, it’s a written document, plus, there are still working courts in our districts, so if one of us violates what’s in the contract, we’ll just go to jail.”
“Yeah, pft— sure .”
As if these villains actually gave two fucks about law and order.
“Plus, we’ve technically sworn on our lives on this contract, so there would be no way , we would be the ones violating it.”
“…Is that so? Then what would I have to do to violate the contract? What would happen then?”
“Haha,” the man laughed monotonously, “That would be if your identity got revealed. And every single bit of compensation we gave, we would take all of that back.”
“Hah.”
So identity also came into play in this, huh? That wouldn’t be too hard. Nobody knew that the younger brother of Toga Himiko existed anyway, he was just someone who shared a last name and a few similarities with her appearance to his classmates. But maybe the villains would care more? Shit, no, he couldn’t understand what went through the minds of villains, much less prospective villains. Who the fuck knows if one of them was a master hacker and was obsessed with his sister to the point where they knew her entire family history? Ah shit. What the fuck.
“That’s why you’d be going under the name of Monoma Neito.”
The man smiled as if he had been reading Neito’s thoughts.
“I— Huh? Oh, that’s my Dad’s—.” Neito still thought about the hacker possibility for a bit, “…That doesn’t make anything better.”
‘ Shouta ’ shrugged, “We can’t give you the money for free.”
“I’m literally going to be risking my life to attend your fuckass school.”
“And we’ve already guaranteed the safety of that. What are you worried about?”
He glared at the man.
“There has to be a catch somewhere, hasn’t there?” ‘Shouta’ smiled insincerely at him.
Neito grumbled. This night was going horribly.
After a few seconds of silence and fidgeting with a loose strand on his shirt, Neito’s parents finally came to an answer.
“…No,” his mother said, hesitantly. Neito could tell she wanted the money, badly, “We can not accept this contract.”
Neito stared up at his mother, who reluctantly looked as if she were going to hand back the contract over to the bear, and to his dad who looked away, ashamed.
Ashamed of what?
Fuck, were the conditions actually not that bad if they had been seriously concerning accepting it? His parents were pretty rational people, well in cases involving money at least, and he knew them well to the point that if they acted like that , it was reasonable enough.
“I see, in that case, we will respect your decision, Mrs To—“
In a blink of an eye, Neito snatched the contract and slammed it down onto the coffee table in front of them, and glared at the two villains.
“What is the meaning of thi—”
“Five hundred million. Five hundred million yen in compensation and we’ll accept it.”
“Neito! What is the meaning of this?” his parents cried out trying to take the contract from under his hand.
The mouse seemed to glower at Neito with its small eyes.
“Have you even read through the contract, student?”
“Who the fuck cares about that? My parents have and they think it’s fine.”
“Is that so…?” the bear paused and thought for a bit, “Three hundred million, take it or leave it.”
“What—“
“Deal,” he cut his mother off, “but add a clause in the contract saying that I’ll get two hundred million of the compensation money.”
“Neito—”
“Shut up Dad, I know that you and Mum would divorce if you guys got the whole three hundred million,” he said, not even sparing a glance at them.
“Neito!” his mother pulled him over to face him, “do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Pft— yeah, just when I come back let me live with whoever got to keep the mansion.”
“Hey—.”
‘ Shouta’ clapped his hands to get the family’s attention, “Contract’s been edited, just sign right over here.”
“Seriously, Neito, are you really okay with this?” his mother asked again. When was she going to stop?
“Yeah and besides, I know you’re fine with it too. We're all the same type of people, after all.”
He smiled and took the pen that was next to the contract, and signed his name on where it should be. His parents hesitantly, but quickly followed one after another putting their signatures in their designated spots.
“Okay!” ‘Shouta’ clapped again, “Pack your bags, we’re leaving in thirty minutes.”
Shit, what? Now? What the fuck?
Without looking back, Neito rushed back into his room and brought out his large carrier from under his bed. Fuck. He needed to get everything in there, and fast. He put his laptop on his mattress, and swung his left arm around, loosening it up after having held his laptop for what felt like an eternity . He quickly emptied out his wardrobe, stuffing everything that he could find,. Neito didn’t have many clothes in the first place, so they didn’t take up much space inside the carrier.
He then ran over to the bathroom, got a plastic bag and started shoving everything inside of it, not giving a shit if the products spilt or not, the bag was waterproof , after all. He put his toothbrush and toothpaste in a little container and shoved it all inside the carrier.
Assuming that there would be a bed and blankets in the place he was going to live in, he completely ignored his bed and moved on to the next thing. His magazines. Heroes Weekly , all perfectly lined up from volume 2, issue 6 to the one he recently bought, 39. He quickly shifted through the ones he wanted to bring and put them all in his bag, the ten books were remaining on the shelf that weren’t as important to him as the others. Neito gave them one last look, before moving on.
He grabbed all of his stationery and shoved it inside a small crossbag that he found, then also shoved that in his carrier. He also put in his dictionary, and a couple of spare notebooks, wondering if he would even need them. Whatever, if he didn’t then he would just regret it later.
Neito grabbed the charging cables of his computer, phone and tablet praying that there would be wi-fi at the place, as well as power outlets. He took the laptop on his bed, and stuffed it and the tablet between his clothes so that the screen wouldn’t get damaged. As he looked at the current state of the bag, he sighed and zipped it up nicely. He then got out another, small daypack from a drawer and stuffed everything else, including his phone, that wouldn’t fit in the bigger one.
Neito changed into outerwear, put on a jacket and some socks, and then stuffed his pyjamas into the small backpack. He was ready.
He took one last look at the room, with the reality of all of it still not sinking in, and walked out of the room, dragging the carrier behind him. As he stepped into the broken living room, he found his parents talking to each other.
“It’s been thirty-one minutes,” the mouse snapped at him.
“You could be a bit fucking more lenient , you know?” he snapped back.
“Whatever, put on your shoes, we’re leaving.”
The two villains sat up from their couch and walked out through the destroyed wall next to them. Neito quickly ran to the front door and put on his shoes, he walked back over to the living room and gave his parents a final hug. None of them cried, maybe it was because the feeling of reality hadn’t settled in yet, but it was better that way. Neito wouldn’t feel too bad about accepting the deal.
He then hauled over his carrier bag over the rubble, onto the soft grass that led out to the front of his house. A black car was parked on the road and one of the villains opened up the trunk and helped put his bag in. They all got in, without saying a word and ‘Shouta’ started the car.
Shit. This really was reality, wasn’t it?
The car drove off, going further away from his broken house, and he could see another car drive up to it and enter. Maybe they were the people that were going to help his parents move.
Neito sighed and looked outside to what used to be a completely intact town, now filled with smoke and sounds of ambulances and police cars swarming it. His school was half-torn to the ground, with parts of the rooftop ending up on the oval and swimming pool. Guess school would be closed for a while. The local shopping centre was also pretty demolished. He wondered what his sister would think when she came back to visit and realised that her favourite store was gone. The look on her face would be priceless .
“Hey Neito, what’s so funny?” the driver asked.
Fuck, had he been laughing out loud? God that was embarrassing.
“Focus on the road you fucking hobo.”
The man huffed, “Seriously, Nezu. The files didn’t tell us that he was a fucking brat. They said that he was a well-mannered kid. He’s was the president in his class, wasn’t he?”
Nezu, or the bear , ignored him and spoke to Neito, “Kid, you better block all of your current contacts now, or else it would be a violation of the contract.”
“Block all my— what?”
Block all of his contacts? Was he not allowed to contact his parents? Seriously, he had sold himself off, literally.
“Yeah kid,” the bear seemed to pinch the bridge of its (— his ?) nose, “You are not allowed to contact anyone with the identity of ‘ Toga Neito ’ anymore. And if we find you contacting a person who knows your identity, or someone who could easily figure it out, such as your parents, the contract is automatically violated, and you will be sent back with your parents to your destroyed house .”
Fuck . Okay. So no contacting his school friends too, then.
Neito begrudgingly took out his phone from his pocket and proceeded to block every number that was on his phone. He couldn’t be fucked trying to read every single name that was on his contacts list, nor figure out who they were. Most likely school or soccer club friends, probably.
“...Done.”
“Have you deleted all your social media? You know, the ones that you use to talk with your school friends?” ‘Shouta’ asked, still not focusing on the road in front of him.
“Delete? I’ll just fucking log off of them. I want to access them when I get my life back.”
“Sure, sure. But if we find that you’re still accessing them, contract violated.”
Neito sighed and logged out of all of his socials he used to share parts of his life with his classmates. Seriously, nothing gets past these guys, do they? As Neito continued to log out, he found an account he used a while ago.
“Hey, if I have an account and the people I talk to on the account don’t know that it’s me, can I keep it?”
“Yeah, but the contract will be violated if they somehow figure out that it's ‘Toga Neito’ , just remember that.”
“Whatever, focus on the road, fucking creep .”
He stared at the account he used to play online games with his two friends. Okay, Neito didn’t only have two friends, but they were the ones he played with the most out of a whole group of them. And honestly, he didn’t even know if these people even lived in Japan. Maybe they were overseas players who were coincidentally really good a Japanese or something. He knew their genders— guys— because of their annoying voices. Maybe the three of them could play again, one day. Or maybe they found new friends or some shit. Neito didn’t really care as much as he should.
He closed his phone and asked the two villains another question.
“Will the place I’ll be staying have a bed, and like, a bathroom? How will I get food, anyway?”
“Can you cook?” ‘Nezu’ replied with another question.
“Yeah, a bit.”
Two-minute noodles, if that counted.
“Basic ingredients will get stocked in the fridge weekly, and you’ll be able to eat meals in the cafeteria. If you want to eat dinner up at your room, you can always go buy more food in the local grocery store.”
Huh—? Eh, what? That was a lot of information to comprehend.
“This is why you should’ve read the contract properly ,” ‘Shouta’ teased him, seeing his expression reflected in the mirror.
“Fuck off,” Neito snapped, this guy was fucking annoying, “Okay, just, where the hell would I be staying, and how will I buy the ingredients, anyway?”
The mouse sighed, “You will be living in a room in the school. It is properly furnished, and well-maintained. You will also get a weekly allowance to spend, although you are only limited to places in Musutafu and places we allow you to go. You are not allowed to buy hotel rooms and stay overnight in places.”
A weekly allowance? That sounded nice.
“The money you get will disappear at the end of the three years, so saving it to use when you go back will be futile.”
“Fuck.”
Was he that bad at hiding his thoughts? Was he that obvious?
And living at the school? Eh, could be worse. But at least he wasn’t in house arrest, he was in location arrest. Which was, in his opinion, better than being confined in a building. Neito lied back in the seat, with the seatbelt pressing tightly on his chest. The buildings weren’t destroyed anymore, and people could be seen walking around. Where was he now?
He continued to stare absentmindedly outside.
“...Hey, why me? Why did you choose me to participate in this experiment?”
Neito said, not expecting an answer. Suddenly, a hefty laugh came from the driver’s seat.
“You haven’t figured it out yet? I thought you were pretty smart at first, but it seems that you’re pretty stupid.”
“You can’t call me stupid for something I can’t fucking figure out if I wasn’t taught about it,” Neito grumbled, “Also, can you continue focusing on the fuckass road?”
“...Your sister.”
‘Nezu’, said.
“What about her? Are you going to do stuff to her or some shit?” Neito asked, curious.
‘Shouta’ chuckled again. Did this guy never stop laughing?
“How do you think the Pro-Hero , Toga Himiko, would react if she realised that her younger brother became a villain? How do you think that would all play down? A fucking shitshow for one.”
He continued laughing manically. Neito resisted the urge to punch the guy in the face, they were in a moving car , after all.
So this was all about his sister, huh? Fuck. What the hell?
“So you guys are going to try and brainwash me or something? It would be easier if you would just kidnap me and take me to a fucking lab.”
“Free will is an important factor in this,” ‘Nezu’ replied, “But if everything goes well, not a single shred of your previous mentality would remain after the three-year period.
“Hah? Bet.”
The car ride continued with some bickering between him and ‘Shouta’, with Neito continuously telling him to focus on the road, to the point that ‘Shouta’ found it so annoying and threatened to crash the car. Well, he didn’t care. Their loss. Or, whatever.
“So if I actually died during the three years, what would happen?”
“Compensation for your parents will be doubled,” Nezu replied, “However, it states in the contract that no self-inflicted death or injury is not allowed.”
“Fuck.”
“Didn’t know you valued your life that lightly,” ‘Shouta’ interrupted.
“Can you shut up? I think if I hear one more damned word come out of your mouth I’ll actually lose it.”
Neito groaned, and put his head into his hands, his hat falling off as he stared down onto the floor of the car. He picked it up and looked around. The car was strangely pretty clean and looked as if it hadn’t been used before. Well, if they had that much money to give to his family, they should have multiple cars to use in different occasions, right?
The car ride continued in silence, as the three individuals had no more energy to talk. Neito checked the time on his phone; three in the morning. The only reason he would be awake at a time like this would be to go to the airport or he’d be doing an all-nighter, not going into an ungoverned zone. He shouldn’t be here. But whatever, what’s done is done. And there was no going back now.
The car screeched to a halt, as ‘Shouta’ talked to a few people outside. From what he could hear, they were having a particularly friendly conversation, with both people laughing and acting friendly with each other. Neito put his hat further down his head, trying not to let the people outside look at him or figure out his identity. Hell, he’d already got paranoid and it had only been a few hours since this whole ordeal started.
Soon, the car continued to move, as they drove into, what looked like, Musutafu.
High-rise buildings were everywhere, and even though it was night, it felt brighter than day. There were many people around, drunk and messing around, as if they weren’t prone to danger every other second. Did the sense of danger for these people even exist? Had they lived in a place like this for so long , that they didn’t even care anymore? But strangely, it didn’t feel as if he was going to die , or anything, unlike what his teachers had always taught him.
The car turned onto a main road, and at the very end, stood a tall building that gazed down at them.
“That kid, is where you’ll be spending your next few years.”
Holy shit.
The two villains sitting at the front of the car turned back and looked at him, with ‘Shouta’ giving a big smile and ‘Nezu’ giving a neutral expression back. This would be a long three years.
As he relaxed his tense body, he stared back at the view in front of the car.
“Holy shit— ! SHOUTA— or whatever your name is— KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD.”
“You don’t need to be so lou—”
‘Shouta’ screamed, and the car turned sharply, crashing the three into a metal fence.
…
Neito sat in the lobby of a hospital in Musutaful, his right arm bandaged up tightly. He stared absentmindedly into the TV, as screams of ‘He’s dying!’ or ‘Please save her!’ rang out in the background. Even though it was still the night, the hospital was still busy to the point it felt like day. Hopefully, the doctors here get paid a lot for this. Seriously, if he had to work at three in the morning to perform surgery on a guy who got seventeen knife stabs, he would’ve quit the second he was allowed to.
As he zoned out, he realised that a silhouette of somebody seemed to approach him.
“Hello, student,” a woman with spiky black hair, came and sat next to Neito, “What brings you here at this time of night?”
The lady smiled nicely, and Neito began to regain hope in humanity. Not in a weird way, she looked as if she already had a husband and child, after all. But why was she talking to him? Was she a doctor or something?
“Are you a doctor, miss?” he asked politely.
“Oh no, no my child got hurt and he begged my husband and I to let him go to the hospital.”
“Oh,” Neito said, not really knowing exactly what to say, “Is your child okay?”
The lady gave another soft smile.
“It wasn’t anything serious, his childhood friend apparently snuck in and stabbed him a couple of times.”
“I— oh.”
“Seriously, that child’s a headache, wasting my beauty sleep all for nothing,” his expression darkened and a tinge of annoyance could be found in her voice, “He was whining and begging so loudly that the whole neighbourhood would’ve woken up.”
“Is— is that so?”
Neito responded nervously.
What the fuck was wrong with this lady? If your child got stabbed multiple times, wouldn’t you worry about him, and not about your ‘ beauty sleep’ ? Ah fuck. Just when he thought he had met another normal person. Hopefully, the child was okay, though.
“Mhm, kids these days don’t know how to be quiet anymore,” she said, wistfully, “But you seem to be quiet enough.”
“Ah, uh— thank you.”
She gave him another 'sweet ’ smile, “My name is Bakugou Mitsuki, my son’s about your age, if you ever meet him, please try to fix him to become like you.”
“I— yes,” he stuttered, before swallowing, “ Monoma Neito, nice to meet you Mrs Bakugou.”
He smiled weakly, mind racing, and held out a hand for a handshake.
“Likewise, Monoma.”
Neito held his breath as he watched the lady stand up and go over to a kid, seemingly around his age and watch his father slap him. The boy’s father continued hitting him until he fell onto the ground, with the father making a big fuss and blocking the hallway. The lady, or the boy’s mother, just stood there, silently on her phone watching it all go down. The boy was now on the floor, crying silently, defending his cheek with both hands and getting them hit in the process. Eventually, some of the hospital staff escorted them out of the building, leaving behind an empty silence in the process.
What the fuck?
“Sorry Neito! Hope we didn’t take too long,” ‘Shouta’ and ‘Nezu’ came running over to him, “We’ll get you healed by Chiyo in the morning, but this would do for now, right?”
Chiyo? Who— no, he honestly didn’t want to know. She was probably another deranged member of this society anyway. Neito put his head in his open hand.
“Aren’t you people meant to keep me safe ?”
“We’re meant to not let you die ,” the bear replied, “Similar, but not the same thing.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Okay.”
He glared at the two villains.
‘Shouta’ suddenly took a deep breath in, “Okay, Neito. Since we’ve known each other for a while now, I think it's time we formally introduced myself.”
He smiled and continued.
“I’m Aizawa Shouta. Teacher at UA, you’ll be calling me Aizawa- sensei at school,” he said, with pride, “The bear-mouse-anthropomorphic-animal next to me is Nezu, he’s the principal.”
That— no— Nezu was the principal? No, that wasn’t the only surprising thing he had just learnt.
“Hah, I never knew they allowed people like you, to be a teacher, Aizawa-sensei ,” he said, using the man’s title with ease .
Aizawa ignored his comment and continued, “We’ll be in each other's care from now on, Monoma Neito.”
They shook hands with each other and exchanged hostilities through their eyes.
Nezu sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
…
The three individuals all got out of the car, with his future teacher helping him get his carrier bag out of the trunk. Nezu seemed to put in, what it looked like, a ten-digit code into the keypad and the gates to UA opened up subsequently. The ground lights were on, illuminating the garden as they walked past. As the villain-and-singular-civilian group walked into the main building, Neito looked around. This was way out of his expectations. The building looked painfully normal for a first floor, with shoe-lockers filling up the first section. From out of nowhere, Nezu gave him a set of shoes he would wear while in the building. Neito struggled to hold his original pair of shoes, as well as the handle of his carrier bag in the same hand, so Aizawa eventually took over the bag-dragging. They passed the empty classrooms and a view of a field, before reaching a shady door.
‘Unauthorised Individuals Not Allowed’, it read. There was a handle with a fingerprint lock on the door.
“Is this it?” Neito asked.
“No, your real room is further in,” Nezu replied, opening the door with his… paw, “Your fingerprint should be already registered in the system, so don’t worry.”
“How the—.”
He decided not to question it anymore.
Inside was another door, unlocked by another fingerprint lock. And inside of that door were multiple corridors. They turned left, and at the end of that one was a small water bubbler, a chair and an elevator. The elevator also seemed to be fingerprint-activated, Nezu put his paw on the sensor, and the doors opened. The three of them all entered and waited, as the mouse pressed the button for the tenth floor.
“…How big is this place?” Neito asked, in disbelief at what he just gone through.
“There’s a whole other section on the other sides of the building Neito, this is nothing ,” Aizawa laughed.
“Kid, do you remember the way here?”
“Yeah, yeah. Fifth floor, turn right. Go through the doors, etc. etc. whatever. If I get lost I’ll just ask you guys or something.”
It seemed that the bear accepted this response as he turned away with a nod.
Soon, the elevator doors opened, and the three individuals all stepped out. Outside the elevator was what looked like a small ‘lobby’, with two doors on either side. One said ‘101’, and the other said ‘102’. One of those was where he was going to stay, probably.
And sure enough, Nezu walked over to the door with the label of ‘101’, inserted a key into it, and opened the door.
Inside was a small kitchen, table, couch, TV, a room, and most likely, a bathroom. This looked pretty nice.
“Ah, Neito, sorry about this but you should’ve put your shoes at one of the shoe lockers on the first floor,” Aizawa mentioned.
“Hah? You’re telling me this, just now? You’re a failure of a teacher, you’re meant to be teaching me this stuff!”
“Yeah, whatever. The right-most lockers, from the outside, are unoccupied so you can put your shoes there.”
“Okay, you shithead.”
Neito grumbled and pulled out a chair from the table next to the kitchen, and sat down. He took the carrier from Aizawa, laid it down flat and put his outdoor shoes on top of it.
“Does this place have like a vacuum and stuff?”
“Most household necessities are already installed, yes,” Nezu replied, “Some food will be restocked in this fridge weekly, and it will be your duty to throw out anything if it gets rotten. The place to throw your trash is in the door near your elevator. Please make sure you separate and wash everything properly before throwing your rubbish away.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever…” Neito couldn’t deal with this by now.
“Wait.”
He sat upright instantaneously.
“What about school?”
Aizawa looked in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Ta-da! You’ve already graduated from middle school!”
It showed an illegible email.
“What? How did you get that—”
“Now you can spend your time preparing for the UA entrance exam!”
“Eh—?”
Neito stared, open wide at his soon-to-be teacher.
“I have to do the entrance exam? Am I not guaranteed to be enrolled in the school already?”
“Nope, you still have to participate in the exam. Also, make sure to get into the ‘ Specialised ’ course,”
“...And if I don’t?”
He asked, warily.
“Contract terminated!” Aizawa slid his hand horizontally to his neck.
“Fuck.” Neito held his head in his hand, “...Can you just kill me already?”
…
When he woke up, Neito was greeted by the bright light coming from the windows. His bed seemed strangely harder, and way more uncomfortable than the last time he slept in it. Wait. Light doesn’t come into his window in the morning. His room faces to the west. Neito jumped up from his resting position and found a sharp pain in his right arm.
“Ah— Fuck.”
He stared down at the bandaged arm, memories from last night all coming back to him. The destruction of his house, two villains, the fucking school and the car crash. He stared around the place he was going to— or was currently, living in. He was still in the same clothes from last night, and was currently on the couch in the living room. The sun shined onto his legs, and he quickly moved away before it got too hot. Neito groaned. Fuck, he was so hungry.
He stood up and walked over to where he had put his carry bag last night. He zipped it open, and took his phone out. ‘07:18’, it read. He then tapped the numbers ‘ 1-3-0-5’, on the keypad to to unlock it. It was his birthday, and he couldn’t be bothered to make a whole other number combination other than the one he’d been using his whole life. And it wasn’t like anyone would try and unlock his phone anyway, and the only thing important on there was his sister’s number, which he had blocked yesterday night. Other than that, nothing.
Wait—.
Neito looked around.
How was he meant to eat breakfast anyway?
Neito walked over and opened the fridge. Nothing. Had it not been restocked yet? Well, he had only arrived here yesterday— or today at four in the morning. The staff here had probably been asleep anyway. He sighed and rested his head on the cool, metal door.
“Ugh…” he let out.
And for what felt like an eternity, he just stayed in that position, unmoving. He couldn’t be fucked , trying to move right now and wanted to die more than ever.
Suddenly, the front door shook three times, and loud bangs came from outside.
“...What the hell?”
“Can I come in?” a voice strangely reminiscent of yesterday's events came from behind the door.
Neito groaned even louder, symbolising how tired he was, and dragged himself over to the entrance. He used his left hand, and dramatically flung it open, coming face to face with a man with white hair, wearing casual clothes.
“Not a morning person?” he jokingly asked.
“Fuck off Aizawa. Nobody’s a morning person, you’re just weird .”
The man’s expression stayed the same, “Hurling insults first thing in the morning? Also, it’s Aizawa- sensei , to you.”
“Seriously, piss off. Die in a hole. Drown.”
Aizawa stared at Neito, eyes unblinking.
“Don’t you want to have breakfast? I don’t think telling me to ‘piss off’ will let you have any.”
Neito stared back at him. God, he was right though. He really wanted to eat something . He sighed, and the man took it as an ‘Okay! Let's go to have some food!”.
The two boarded the elevator and stood in silence, well not complete silence. Neito continuously yawned the whole ride down. As the door opened, they went back down to the same hallway, past the room that was reminiscent of a teachers’ lounge, and went through the two doors.
As they walked through the halls of the so-called ‘villain academy’, Neito looked around. Light flooded into the classrooms, and compared to yesterday, it felt alive . As the light illuminated more detailed of the classrooms, he could see scratches and dents on the walls as well as a few bullet holes. Fuck, was this some warzone or something?
“Hey, why isn’t there anybody else here? It’s a Friday, right?” Neito asked, curious.
“It’s a Friday, but the teachers and students usually arrive after eight. It’s only seven.”
“Oh.”
The duo soon entered a large cafeteria. There really weren’t any words he could use to describe it. It was clean, and was in the same state as all the other classrooms, and was painfully normal . Well, what did he expect anyway? After being a facility that nurtures future villains, it was only just a high school. There was one cook in the kitchen, setting up something and a tray full of food ready to be picked up. The two of them walked to the front, and Neito struggled to pick the tray up with one hand. Seriously, couldn’t he have gotten treated before eating food? He was right-handed and having his right hand out of service wasn’t very reassuring.
“Hey—.”
“Everyone in this school has signed an NDA, so you don’t need to worry.”
…That wasn’t what he was going to ask, but it was useful information to a point. He gave a small nod to acknowledge the cook in the kitchen, to be met back with an intense glare. Neito paid no mind to it and he and Aizawa walked over and sat at an empty table.
“... How the fuck am I meant to eat when I can’t use my dominant hand, Aizawa- sensei ?”
He shrugged, and smiled at Neito.
This fucking excuse of a ‘teacher’.
He used the spoon he had and scooped everything up, he couldn’t be bothered to try and use chopsticks with his left hand. It was just plain rice with a couple of side dishes, after all. The food tasted pretty good for a ‘villain academy’, and Neito was pleasantly surprised when he found out.
“You must’ve been pretty hungry, huh?”
Neito looked up from his tray, and locked eyes with the ‘teacher’.
“...Fucking creep.”
“Ah geez, don’t be like that , Neito,” he waved his index finger at him, “Don’t you want to know how you’ll be eating all your meals every day?”
Could this man stop making valid points? Seriously, if somebody looked stupid, could they just, be stupid? But then again, he was a teacher, and not anybody could become one. Fuck. All of this was probably taking a toll on his sanity.
As he finished eating the last of his food, Aizawa spoke again.
“Every morning, at seven-thirty, you can come down and eat breakfast, and for lunch, just come at one-thirty, and for dinner, you can come down at six-thirty,” he explained, “But that’s only for the weekdays, for the weekends you will have to get food by yourself. Your personal credit card is up in your room somewhere, and more information would be on a note beside it. Or that’s what Nezu said, anyway.”
God, okay. That sounded simple enough. Seven-thirty, one-thirty, and six-thirty. That sounded fine , but—
“Are the staff getting paid enough for this?”
“Yep! Lunch rush over there gets a ton of money,” he replied, cheerfully.
Who the fuck names themselves ‘Lunch Rush’ , if they’re a fucking villain? The fuck?
Neito shot a glance to the kitchen, only to be met with another glare which he interpreted as ‘Fuck off and mind your own business’.
Was there anyone nice in this place?
Aizawa stood up, and Neito followed, putting his tray in the ‘returns’ section, and walked down the hallway. They eventually got to a room labelled ‘NURSE’, which he assumed was where he was going to get his arm healed. Thank fucking god, he was so ready to get rid of the damned cast. Aizawa opened the door and inside was what looked like a normal nurse’s office. There was also an elderly lady with black hair fuming near the back.
“Hey Chiyo—” and before Aizawa could finish his sentence, he was cut off.
“Seriously, you young’uns get injured left and right, these days. Do you have no respect for your body?” she yelled, her voice echoing down the hallway.
“Aizawa- sensei crashed the car,” Neito stated. He had plenty of respect for his body.
“Ugh, whatever, come here. Quickly.”
The lady, or ‘Chiyo’ , gestured for Neito to go towards her. He followed her instructions and waited as she slowly cut open the cast. His arm looked a bit swollen, but he couldn’t see anything major . She gave a disgusted face and kissed his arm, where Neito flinched as she did it, surprised by the unexpected way of healing. ‘Chiyo’ let out an ‘ugh’ , and pushed the two out of the office and slammed the door behind them.
“That old lady still has a lot of strength left in her, huh?” Aizawa chuckled.
Neito ignored him, as he moved his right arm around swiftly, with it feeling better than ever. The lady’s quirk worked pretty fast for someone her age. But it wasn’t like the efficiency of quirks was lost due to old age, only the skill of the wielder was.
“So, Neito, I’ve got to go meet with the other teachers soon,” he started with a smile, “What are you going to do until lunch?”
“...Dunno, watch TV maybe.”
“Okay then! Goodbye!”
…And with that, the teacher was gone.
Neito stood in the middle of an empty hallway, staring blankly at where the man in white hair just was. He sighed as he made his way back to the fifth floor, into the doors where the elevator to his room, house, or whatever residence was. This was going to be a long three years.
…
Neito peered down at the students arriving at the school. Some road in on bikes, some were driven by their parents, and some just seemed to appear to walk in. Or maybe they had taken the train and then walked to school from there. Well, it didn’t particularly matter to him. Neito dropped back onto the couch, where he stared at the dark TV. He couldn’t be fucked to turn it on, much less to watch whatever was going on on it. He looked up at the ceiling, hearing the annoying, perpetual noise of the clock ticking. He wondered why there was still an analogue clock in his house, they literally had holographic videos, and yet those damned things were still in use. Hell, he was terrible at reading the time on them too.
Neito stood up and got exploring. He opened every single door he could find, as well as every drawer. He found a credit card, with an added note saying that the card’s balance would get added a certain amount of yen, every week. It wasn’t too much, but it would probably get him through two days of meals. God, he would probably have to save up, if he wanted to eat something fancy .
He put the card in his pocket, because of a lack of a wallet, and spent the rest of the morning unpacking.
When it hit 13:20 on his phone, he immediately picked up his shoes, the ones he wore outside, and took the elevator down. He would put his shoes in one of the lockers, before heading to lunch.
As he exited the elevator and walked past the hallway, Neito was met by a ton of students. Even though they were meant to be in class by now, some of them were still out and about. A teacher came patrolling down the hall, yelling at all the students to head into class. As Neito passed the teacher, she suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, who are you? I haven’t seen you around before. Why aren’t you wearing your uniform?” the female teacher with ginger hair stared down at him.
Neito stared back with an empty expression, not knowing what to say.
“Oh— You’re—. Never mind, be on your way.”
Neito sighed as he heard multiple cries of ‘Who is he?’ and 'Why does he get to go off?’.
Thank god the teachers knew about him, it would’ve been pretty awkward if he had been labelled as a suspicious person and had to be taken to the principal’s— Nezu’s— office or something.
As Neito continued walking down to the stairs, he tried his best to ignore the stares of the students who had heard the fuss outside. Seriously, even though they were the ones in the ‘cages’ he was the one who felt like an animal in a zoo .
When he got to the entrance, Neito quickly found an empty locker and stuffed his shoes inside. He was fucking sick of this place already.
— — —
These are basically concepts. If you were to invert the colours of both images, the hair and eye colour should turn out similar to their original counterparts. Or, well, Toga should, anyway.
(I have no idea how to do graphic design either.)