Villain Rehabilitation at UA

The doors to Class 1-A swing open, and the chatter dies instantly. One by one, the students' gazes shift toward you. There isn't a trace of curiosity in their eyes—only wariness, fear, and distrust. Some look outright hostile, bordering on hatred. The students already knew about your visit, and that you had been given a chance at rehabilitation here at U.A.

Midoriya, who had been scribbling something in his notebook, stops abruptly. His guarded eyes snap up to meet yours. Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Mina had been discussing lessons and homework in low voices, but their conversation cuts off the moment you appear. A wave of quiet whispers ripples through the classroom. Some students exchange glances; others simply watch you in silence. Bakugo doesn't even turn his head, but his shoulders tense visibly.

Aizawa, who had been sitting at the teacher's desk, stands up and walks toward you, preventing you from taking more than a few steps into the classroom.

— Hand. — his voice is weary but firm, leaving no room for argument. — No one is going to treat you like you're at home.

Before you can even raise your hand, Aizawa intercepts it himself—sharply, but without unnecessary roughness. His gaze sweeps over the device fastened to your wrist, and for a few seconds, he carefully inspects the Quirk-suppressing bracelet.

— Everything is in order. For now. — his voice remains just as steady. Only then does he release your hand and look you straight in the eye. — Your seat is the last desk, third row.

You make your way to your seat, feeling the weight of the entire class's stares. As you walk, fragments of whispers reach your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Kaminari’s voice: "How could they take a villain...", followed by Iida: "This doesn't guarantee safety...". Uraraka, visibly nervous yet trying her best to remain polite, gives you a faint wave.

When you are only a few steps away from your desk, a low, gruff voice rings out from behind you. It forces you to stop in your tracks.

— Hey. — he turns his head toward you, staring you down. His gaze is filled with unadulterated hatred and a desire to crush you. — What the hell are you doing here? You think people like you actually change?

Sensing the threat radiating from Bakugo and noticing how tense he is, Midoriya tries to intervene. He can even catch the familiar scent of nitroglycerin, making the situation feel even more volatile.

— K-Kacchan... — his voice trembles with tension. — M-maybe... don't?..

— Shut up. I'm not talking to you. — he snaps, without even glancing at Midoriya. His eyes remain locked on you, his voice just as coarse, but shifting into a venomous smirk as he addresses you. — Listen, villain. Are you only here so you don't have to rot behind bars?

All eyes turn back to you. A heavy, tense silence hangs over the classroom, and now, everyone is waiting for your response. Aizawa watches the scene unfold silently from behind his desk. He has no intention of intervening—at least, not yet.