M/n glowered at the scared shitless classroom, the dark bags under his eyes stood out like a sore thumb- he looked like a complete utter mess really. His gray sweatpants were snug, but hung loose, and his black shortsleeved tee closely held onto his fit form.

All Might laughed loudly, seeming to be amused by their shocked looks. M/n rolled his eyes, his gaze catching onto a particular student; a student with ash blond hair and piercing red hues. M/n slightly rose his head in defiance, teeth baring in a sleazy smirk, he lifted his arm- causing tension throughout the large room- and pointed at the kid. "You," M/n scoffed, snarling at the tug at his body from behind. "you are fucking hilar-ious-s."

M/n stuck his glowing blue tongue out of his agape mouth, winking in the most challenging way possible, his glitches easing out of waves. Katsuki glared, but soon enough smirked back with just as much ferocity laced in it. "Oh am I now? Wanna explain old man?"

M/n laughed, and gently allowed his head to roll forward, where his shining eyes were hidden behind his mop of pale gray hair. His laughter finally settled, and he glanced up with a malicious intent. "You, could be a-a fantastic warm up." Bakugou stood up quickly, he was incredibly enraged at the non-compliment he thought he would receive. His growl warning and sincere, he meant business, and if the bastard wasn't surrounded by Aizawa and All Might, forgive him he would be knocking the actual shit out of the villain before him.

All Might frowned- if possible- and harshly pulled on the rusty chains attached to the infamous villain. M/n choked- blue saliva running down his chin- when the collar locked around his neck tugged.

A certain mismatched heterochromia teen watch with curiosity the every movements of the villain he escorted to the infirmary. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at all interested in getting to know why the evil within the young villain was there at all, he quietly folded his fist and rested his chin upon them, he truly wondered what secrets were closely kept behind his striking blue eyes.

"Today, we will learn about villains." Aizawa lamely announced, his bored tone making the class huff, M/n avoided eye contact with any child, he couldn't really say child though, because he was that himself-- an adolescent. Only around the age of 17, when the younger students around him were 14 or 15.

"As some of you may know, the guest we have here today is commonly known as Glass. An infamous league of villains member, leader perhaps.." M/n snorted softly to himself, he thought of himself as the master mind really, the cause of this all. Aizawa paused briefly, and held onto a questioning gaze. "What? Find something funny?" M/n locked his eyes with the Todoroki he met before, the corner of his mouth raised into a smirk. Shoto stared back, with much interest laced in his multicolored eyes, their staring contest seemed to last ages when a harsh tug against M/n's arms pulled him back into reality. "Not really-"

"No, I want to understand your thinking."

M/n quickly felt the air leave his lungs in an instant, he didn't know why, but It just happened.

Maybe because you've never imagined the idea of people caring before..

M/n looked away, feeling flushed, he bared his teeth- a small pink blush adorning his cheeks. He heard a faint snicker from the right side of the class. He darted his eyes in that direction, seeing the same bastard he started a fight with.

He began to feel his relentless glitches return back to their old state, and his growls seemed more underwater. Katsuki bit his tongue, wanting to see more of a reaction.

Shoto and Midoriya made eye contact, both sharing a similar fascination gleam in their orbs. Shōto turned back towards the villain, feeling his heart skip several beats. He winced. He couldn't quite understand if he was entirely honestly; couldn't quite explain why he felt like he was flying.

M/n tutted, scoffed really, and turn to look towards the rough looking pro hero. "I consider your thinking not exactly error-free, I actually think of it as far fetched. Your educated guess was that exactly— a guess."

Aizawa kept his stone face, but he was mildly surprised that the evil before him had much knowledge. A soft, "Whatever.." was heard about from Katsuki. M/n turned to look at Shōto, wanting some sort of approval, M/n punched himself inside his head— why would he ever care what that brat thought anyways?

"Alright class, training."

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