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His feet moved without touching the ground, while he waited, his head was looking at the ground, trying by the few possible means to ignore his classmates, because friends would never be, while they were beckoning him, his nose was still bleeding, but really that didn't matter much to him. He did not know how his grandfather was going to react, this was a new city, and Shota had tried very hard to seem that he got along with his peers, although his social anxiety, being introverted and his quirk did not help him much, he knew that his grandfather I just wanted him to be happy, but really in his mind he wasn't sure what the proper concept of happiness was.
- Hey, villain, hey !! - Shouted the boy from the other chair with him outside the director's office.
- what do you want ? - He said without being haughty, or looking up.
- If they punish me, the whole class will go over you, it will be win and win, for me, villain - he said trying to settle his tone of voice
- Yes, also, even if they don't punish us, nobody wants to hang out with a villain - said the other boy with black eyes and orange pupil.
"... I'm not a villain ..." he said almost inaudibly, but they listened.
- A person whose only way to win is by taking away the special from others is a villain, your '' Erasure '' is fully a villain's quirk and no one makes you forget it - the boy said with a stronger tone
The door opened, all the three students turned to see who was coming out, a tall man with black hair and gray hair, with small wrinkles and a scar near the eyebrow, with a tall man with glasses, the principal of the elementary school, they came out they saw the students.
- So their parents haven't arrived yet - the principal told the two students.
- You are not going to be punished, you have excellent grades and you did not start the fight, but the next time they bother you, tell someone - said the director, saying Shota that he lowered his head.
- Or you hit him back and don't wait for someone to break your nose ...- said the black hair man with a warm and firm voice.
- Mister Aizawa, violence is never the solution- said the director looking at Shota, his nose began to bleed more.
- until it is, so I hope your students stop treating my grandson like a villain when he is not ... where is the infirmary? - He said, looking at the stream of blood released from his grandson's nose.
- At the end of the hall - said the director, the other two children looked away avoiding seeing a bit of blood, apparently they did not wait that long after hitting their partner.
- Come on, Shota - said the Man extending his hand to his grandson
- of course grandfather - under the chair, and shook his hand and went to the infirmary.
Yoshio loved his grandson, but he had to admit that the boy didn't have the best options, aside from being quite small compared to the ringers in his class, Shota was smart, a good cautious observer, and a lot of things, but he wasn't the type. to search. He fought, he didn't know how to socialize and commonly wherever he went his quirk was called `` villain '', that was the biggest nonsense he could have heard, quirks are just that, there is no villain or hero, that he knew. What infuriated him the most was that six-year-olds were already admired for having strong quirks and could beat up a classmate for not having that ability.
- Sorry to lie about how I got along with my classmates,- Shouta said with his head down, holding the ice cream his grandfather bought him for no apparent reason.
-Don't do it again, you don't have to lie to me, I know you're not good with people,- said the man, seeing his grandson with his own ice cream too.
- Today at school they talked about how we wanted to be grown up and I could not speak because the other children said that I would be a villain - he said licking his ice cream.
- the teacher did nothing? - Said seeing Shota, he shook his head, Abecés Yoshio wanted to use his knowledge and quirk so that these people disappear, although it would not be very legal.
- What do you want to be when you grow up? - He said
- I want to be like you, grandfather, a policeman, detective, psychologist and who can use his quik to help others ... it would be great ... - He said without raising his head although his tone of voice brightened.
- If you want to use your quirk you will have to get a hero license, you must go to a heroes course - said the man
- Well, I'll do it and then I'll study to be a policeman - said the little boy
- you'll be the best police hero ever - said the man with a smile.
-No, that's you, I'll just be a policeman, with a hero's license,-he said, smiling at his grandfather.
-Yes, you will.- I pat his head and they headed home.
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The day was cloudy, and the teacher still did not arrive at the classroom, Aizawa knew that that meant that his `` dear '' classmates would come to him, but it no longer bothered him so much, he managed to accept that in this world with quirk the advantages are relative, because he was aware that his quirk was not exactly weak, but if he used it to avoid problems only more would happen, Raito approached him with his group, Aizawa kept writing in his notebook a little material so as not to forget what he possibly they would take in the exam, Rito hit his desk
-Hello, villain, what are you doing? - He said with a malicious tone
- Waiting for the insult, although with your IQ I think that was it - he said neutrally without looking up from the notebook, Shota had gotten used to it and knew that he could not beat Raito, he could hurt his pride
-Did you just call me stupid, villain?- He said approaching, hitting the seat again.
-No, I said that your insults seem like a four year old boy,- he said, waiting for Raito to attack.
- Do you want to die? - His tone became more violent, Raito's hand was filled with light.
- If you kill me - I look at Raito - who will be the villain? - He said, Raito lowered his hand and deactivated his quirk, and hit his face.
-You're just a nerd, a villain, a monster,- he said as he slowly left.
The teacher entered, it was time to say that they will be in the future, the courses were already going to start, the teacher began to congratulate everyone for being ready to choose and congratulate Raito's group for their choice to be heroes, he expected it, He knew that the masters weren't considerate, sometimes he just wanted to be quirkless.
- Aizawa, are you also going to enter a heroes course? - Said the teacher, everyone turned to see him.
- The villain wants to be a hero- I heard someone say
- you don't even have a good quirk- another whisper
- he's crazy - another whisper
-Wait be a hero, I heard him parents are crazy - another whisper
- Do not mess with someone's parents, although obviously the villain will not be a hero - Rito said, Aizawa knew that Raito despite being a bully had respect for certain things.
- Yes, I'm going to attend the UA academy - he said in a neutral tone.
- It is the most prestigious course, not even we dare - said a friend of Raito.
- Aizawa, there are many jobs that you could do with your talents, in any case you have another half year to decide - Said the teacher and continued with his class, Raito did not stop seeing him all the time, he does not care, the class is over , he left, Raito tried to intimidate him, Aizawa just received another hit in the face and Raito was ashamed of what Shota told him, his grandfather used to say that blows before they break your nose, Aizawa spoke and made the thugs want to break him the bones but they will not pass at once.
On the way home and while I was going I heard screams, something was happening in the center Aizawa approached but when he arrived it was all over, there was All Mithg and two boys his age, one blonde who was quiet and one with green hair who seemed nervous, Aizawa I don't ask, he just kept going, he had to go to training, there was half a school year left for the entrance exams to start, he had to pass, although he knew that failure was the most likely thing, but passing would hardly be enough.
He entered his house and his grandfather was smiling with food on the table, the two hairless cats approached him and although it was not as comfortable as one with hair, which they could not have because of his grandfather's allergy, I caress them, sat and watched the food
- Today I had to cook - Chota said seeing his grandfather
- you were late - he replied
- A part of the train tracks was destroyed this morning in a fight of that giant heroine - he said putting his first bite to his mouth
- Are you going to train today? - said his grandfather, with a smile
-Yes, I have to, I have little chance, but if I train, it might not be an absolute failure,- he said, putting another spoonful in his mouth.
- Understood, I wash, go to train - said his grandfather with a smile
-Thank you,- he replied.
As soon as I finished eating, he went out to train, he had to, not everyone has physical quirks.
He would enter the UA.