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"Ah, fuck. " The hero groaned, pressing his palm against the concrete and pulling himself up, his head still dipped downwards as he winced.
"Fuck indeed." Came the voice beside him, brushing his costume down and lowering his mask. "So, what do we do now?"
"We were hit by a quirk, transported to who knows where and you're this calm?!" The blonde screeched to his deadpanned partner who was leaning against the wall, taking out his phone and checking it.
"It's April 25th, Mashirao." The man uttered, looking down to his shorter companion.
"No it's no-"
"April 25th, XXXX."
" Oh. " Mashirao reacted as the sudden realisation dawned on him. "Wait, so that means…"
"It was all real. This is the day. This is that day!" He continued, mildly panicked. "We were sent into the past, just like we saw!"
"And you know what this means?" Hitoshi asked, a smirk painted on his face.
"It means we have to find a way back! Well, we only stayed like a few hours as far as I remember, so maybe that's the time limit. We have so much we need to tell them, we-"
"We get to fuck with them."
Mashirao paused, staring at the brainwasher with a series of expressions that went from confusion, frustration and then finally onto agreement.
"Well, we know how this goes." He huffed, "We totally are going to fuck with them, aren't we?"
"Yep. We can relay the details and any useful information to Aizawa when prompted but…" Hitoshi trailed off, glancing down at the tailed hero smiling back at him, "let's have our fun when we can."
Their conversation was quickly interrupted by a binding cloth shooting at them, the two bolting out of the way. Hitoshi stepped to the side, reflexively raising his mask and gripping his capture weapon as Mashirao momentarily scaled the wall, his tail suspending him from one of the metal pipes above.
"Who are you? What are you doing in UA?" A gruff and angry voice followed it, causing the two to turn towards the source. There, as if the last five years of time had failed to pass, was their previous teacher, Aizawa.
"Sensei! Right on cue." Hitoshi stated calmly, walking to Eraserhead with a characteristic slouch.
"Shinsou?" Aizawa asked, a mixture of confusion and anger laced in his voice. This intruder he found strangely familiar, the mask, binding cloth and the mask reminding him strongly of his protégé.
"Pretty much." He stated, "Pardon our intrusion. I do promise you an explanation, by the way."
Aizawa's hair lowered as he glanced at the blonde tailed hero behind Shinsou. It was obviously Ojiro, of course, but seemingly older and more mature with a large scar lining the side of his tail. His eyes momentarily studied them both. Shinsou still had his long purple hair (though it was now tied up in a small messy bun with black dyed at the roots) as well as his undying eye bags suitcases, but was taller, perhaps even taller than himself, and donned a slightly different hero costume. The new hero costume had an added scythe fixed on his back and fur lining his right collar, which reminded him of the current Ojiro's costume. Speaking of Ojiro, who's future self stood guard behind Shinsou, seemed a little taller than he was before and had also changed his costume. He had claws on the knuckles of his fingerless gloves as well as a staff on his back, blue ivy accents flicking up the edges of his martial arts costume. They were definitely his students but they seemed much older, perhaps by a few years.
"I would like your explanation now." Aizawa huffed. "I have a class to teach - your class, in fact, if you're both who I think you are."
"We know," Ojiro giggled, "I kind of remember. "
"We were hit by some kid's quirk whilst on patrol, it sent us back roughly five years, give or take a few months." Shinsou explained, "It'll send us back by the end of the day, though. I remember that much."
"Tch. At least you're not panicking."
"Oh, I am." Ojiro scowled. "But we kind of saw this coming."
Shinsou nodded.
"And, Sensei," The brainwasher said, catching the attention of Aizawa, "I think I have an idea for this lesson, if you may."
The two exchanged identical smirks in a silent and mutual agreement on what was about to happen. Ojiro let out a sigh. 'Yeah. This is going to be a mess.'
"We're having guest teachers, kero?" Tsu questioned aloud, her classmates nodding and sharing their thoughts on the vague news Aizawa had just informed them on.
"Doesn't UA already have a ton of teachers? Why would they invite some random people out to teach us?" Uraraka added.
"Maybe they're underground heroes?" Midoriya suggested, "Or specialists trained in spy work? We are in Ground Gamma; this place is perfect for a hands-on lesson in stealth missions! The guests could-"
"Settle down, everyone." Eraserhead interrupted, turning the corner and facing the newly-renamed 2-A. It was the start of the second year and, although they were intended to just do simple combat training, it seemed like their teacher had other ideas.
"These two guest teachers are experienced in the field of both underground and public pro-hero work. They're professionals, each in their own right, and I expect that you'll have a lot to learn from them." He explained, the class bustling with anticipation.
"Class A, meet Pro Heroes Prairie and MindJack."
As the two came out from behind the building, weapons fastened on their backs and smug smiles on their faces, the entire class looked in shock. There, standing a few meters away from them, were Ojiro and Shinsou. Or at least that's who they thought they were, considering that the real Ojiro and Shinsou were behind them, their faces being ones of pure terror and perplexity.
"What the-" Shinsou huffed, stepping out beside Kaminari to the front of the class, "You're-"
"I'm?" MindJack asked.
"You-"
His mind went blank, his complexion following suit. Shinsou felt his consciousness fall through his body like a bucket of concrete in water before he was suddenly snapped out of it, his breath fast, heavy and hitched.
"Dude, are you okay?" Kaminari asked, patting his panicked classmate on the back as the lilac-haired boy stared back at his counterpart.
"You needed that." The man smugly admitted, ignoring the absolute fear that was painted on his younger self's face.
"You're me!" Ojiro yelled, pointing at Prairie. The hero in question smiled and readied his staff.
"We're from the future, if that's enough explanation," He clarified, "but something tells me that it'll be simpler to show you than to tell you."
"What are you suggesting?" Yaoyurozu piped up, raising her hand.
"You're going to fight them." Eraserhead admitted, slumping against the wall in the corner. "They've got all day, so this lesson goes where they want it to. I'm having a break."
"All of us at once? Don't get cocky." Bakugou snapped, explosions licking up his arms.
"Oh, that's rich." Prairie smirked. "You ready, Toshi?"
Once he was met with a nod, they both charged the group of teens, Prairie using his tail to expertly leap into the air as MindJack gripped onto a pipe above him with his capture weapon, hoisting himself upon the metal.
Kirishima and Bakugou both darted out of the way as the tailed hero slammed his extra appendage into the concrete, leaving a small crater in its way before he pounced at the readhead. The boy had barely a second to react as he braced for impact, his efforts being meaningless as Prairie sent him flying into the building behind him, the rest of the class being able to do nothing but watch. As the pro hero fended off Yaoyorozu and Iida, Bakugou extended his hands to blast Prairie before his arms became momentarily entangled in a binding cloth that came shooting down from the net of pipes above him. Before he could react, Bakugou was suddenly pulled up quicker than he could comprehend, suddenly being at eye-level with the brainwasher. He sent an explosion his way mid-air which was dodged and replied with a harsh kick, sending him flying down and onto his classmates below who, admittedly, were almost completely overwhelmed by Prairie.
'Holy shit.' Ojiro thought, his eyes wide watching his counterpart smash through Todoroki's ice wall as if he did it every weekend. 'That's me?!'
"Are you just going to stare or are you going to join the brawl too, kid?" He heard a gruff voice from above him ask. It was different but he could tell it was Shinsou...or, well, his future self. As long as he didn't answer, he should be fine.
Or so he thought.
As soon as he looked up, his mind was pushed right back into itself. ' Good God!' He thought through his panic, 'He doesn't even need a verbal response?!'
" Listen to me. You're on our side now. Fight. "
It was like a switch was flipped. Not the normal brainwashing switch, but another, further one. He felt his body move on its own as he swung at Kaminari at full force.
"Ojiro! The hell are you doing?" He yelled, trying to block the strong tail smashing down and berating him at full force. Through the hits that sent shocks through his bones, Kaminari noticed the matted eyes of his classmate, searching suddenly for MindJack and making the connection.
"Guys! Watch out for the older Shinsou! He's totally controlling Ojiro!" He cried, faces turning towards him in fear as people proceeded to look for the brainwasher.
As Ojiro unwillingly raised his fist for another punch which was thankfully blocked by Satou, a binding cloth wrapped around the tailed student's arms, locking him in place.
"It's me, calm down." Shinsou assured the classmates surrounding him, struggling to keep his grip on his capture weapon as Ojiro attempted to make his way out of it. Kaminari came to aid him, grasping the scarf and keeping it in place.
"Do you think you could try to snap him out of it?" The electric blonde whispered, Shinsou's eyes locked on the controlled classmate in front of him.
"I don't know, this isn't like anything I've ever seen before."
Although he was aiming to improve his quirk, he never thought he would be able to control someone to this extent. In addition to the altered free-will of the brainwashed boy in front of him being strange, it was also clear how durable brainwashing had gotten. He had taken many hits and even shocks by Kaminari over the last minute or two and was being physically restrained, the control not fully breaking despite said efforts.
On the other side of the field, MindJack finally dropped down.
"So, are we done yet or what?" He yelled, his mask lowered and a grin on his face.
Nobody answered, but the turning heads were enough. Perhaps half of the class, even more, were suddenly taken under his control within that moment. His head hurt like all hell but he knew it would be funny. The only people left conscious were Prairie, Eraserhead, Uraraka, Bakugou, Iida, Shinsou, Kirishima and Deku, who were all quickly made obvious by MindJack's next command.
" Drop. "
Immediately, almost every single person in the area fainted. Shinsou stared at the man walking through the sea of unconscious people, strutting with a confidence he could only wish to have.
"Tch. You really just had to ruin the fun, didn't you?" Prairie spat, a smirk adorned on his face.
"It's called a show of power, Mashirao." He stated, walking over to his younger self who was frozen, his hands stuck to the capture weapon that was still wrapped around the motionless classmate in front of him.
"How the hell did you do that?" Shinsou asked, his counterpart letting out a small chuckle at his disbelief.
"A lot of practice, kid. You'll learn eventually, you just need someone who's willing to fully train with you." He admitted, snapping his fingers for what was obviously just for show. In an instant, everyone woke up, scrambling to their feet to stare at the duo that had ambushed them. This is what Shinsou and Ojiro would grow up to be. The newbie brainwasher that had only just recently weaseled his way into the hero course and the widely-proclaimed 'king of normal' had certainly become a pair to be reckoned with.
The Martial Arts Hero: Prairie had grown to be a force of both strength and agility, able to overpower Satou and smash through Todoroki's attack like butter. He was the Number Fifteen Hero in his time which, at age twenty-one and without a flashy quirk, was an absolutely astounding achievement. The hero saved people with a smile and, although he wasn't the symbol of peace, acted as a symbol of hope and determination throughout his career. Although being at Rank Fifteen, he was ranked second in popularity which showed how much of an inspiration he acted to aspiring heroes, no matter what quirk they were born with, teaching that they could do anything with hard work and a solid mindset.
The Control Hero: MindJack had become a fairly terrifying and admittedly unpopular underground hero, however the reputation was actually quite beneficial for his line of work. He acted as a symbol of terror for the villains, able to brainwash up to twenty people at once without becoming incapacitated and weaponise people using something as simple as a turn of a head. A year after he made his professional debut, graduating UA with flying colours, he joined Prairie, Deku, Dynamight, Ingenium and Creati on a harsh mission taking down one of the biggest villain organisations in the country. Although blood was admittedly shed, they won by a landslide, MindJack using his abilities to take down the main bosses and their defences in a split second. The event left a scar on the world of villainy, causing villain-inflicted crime to drop by 20% within the next two months alone. His appearances and power aside, he was undeniably an amazing hero, his quirk perfectly tuned to cause as much devastation as possible.
"You guys are so manly." Kirishima deadpanned, still staring in awe as he caught his balance. "Am I going to grow up to be cool like you too?!"
This sets off a chain reaction. Suddenly, everyone was scrambling to the duo to ask questions about their future. Will I change my hero name? Will my relationship last? Who will I marry? How famous will I get? All of these questions bombarded the two relentlessly until they glanced at each other and nodded.
'Yeah. This his how we fuck with them.'
"First off," Prairie held up a finger, catching everyone's attention, "I bet you're all wondering who's Number One."
A sea of squeals enveloped them. 'Gosh, it's going to be a long day.'
"It's Midoriya."
They all start cheering. The older Ojiro couldn't help but feel bad considering how much of a lie that was. Midoriya was an underground hero and Number One was totally Todoroki, but he wanted to stir up some entertainment whilst he was stuck in this time mess, knowing that he and Shinsou would end up finding it the funniest thing five years down the line.
"Really? It's me?" Midoriya excitedly bounded towards future-Shinsou with a grin that was so bright it was hard to say no to.
"Yep! It seemed like Bakugou would be the one to take the spot until you and him got married six months after graduation," The brainwasher claimed, "it certainly softened him up a bit."
Prairie stifled a snort. This was exactly what they wanted to do if they did end up being sent back in time one day, and they knew that the end result was priceless.
The silence was so thick yet so fragile that you could cut it with a blunt pebble. The entire class exploded.
"I'm going to fucking WHAT?!" Bakugou screamed, striding angrily towards the brainwasher.
"Kacchan…" Midoriya mumbled teary-eyed as he clasped his hands together.
"Can I be the best man?" Kirishima gasped, "Will I be the best man?!"
The redhead was promptly exploded by Bakugou who was completely seething with anger and embarrassment. This was a mess, a beautiful mess.
"Dude! Will I get married in the future? Tell me!" Kaminari excitedly questioned, a wide smile plastered on his face.
"I don't know, really." Prairie honestly answered, "You've never been the marriage type, as far as I know!"
Kaminari pouted. That wasn't the answer he was hoping for. A hand tapping his shoulder comforted him, though, as he glanced up to Sero beside him.
"Cheer up! That doesn't mean you won't be loved, you just won't go through all those long ceremonies to say it!" The black-haired teen assured, immediately re-kindling Kaminari's spark.
'Of course,' the older Ojiro and Shinsou thought in unison, 'those two are going to last a lifetime.'
"What about me?" Iida asked, "How is my family? Do you know?"
'Oh boy. ' Prairie thought. He and MindJack remember word for word what they ended up saying at this point in time and oh was it fantastic to repeat it.
"Your family is doing fantastic, Iida." Mindjack rightly replied, "Especially with all the kids."
"The...the what ?"
The look on the class president's face was priceless .
" Your kids." He clarified.
He was beet red. Everyone immediately started crowding Iida and the older duo, asking questions and floundering over the apparently father-to-be.
"How many?!" He hurriedly questioned.
"Eight?" Prairie suddenly spat, stating the first number that came to his head.
"Dude...aren't you all like twenty one though? How does someone have eight kids b-"
"OCTUPLETS."
Never had the future-Shinsou been so thankful for all those years he spent repressing his emotions. The uproar created by Prairie's sudden attempts at explaining away their poorly created lies was a sight to behold. He had never seen Iida so horrifically panicked and taken aback since, well, now . His past self was standing to his side merely observing the situation with the widest eyes and the most confused expression he's probably ever made in his lifetime.
"Oh, yeah." MindJack added, just to add salt to this incredibly stupidly-inflicted wound of a conversation. "One of them gets born with engines all over her forehead instead of her legs. Kind of unfortunate."
Iida was on the floor. He wasn't quite crying but, knowing what trash they had just dumped on him, it was probably something along those lines.
Amongst the students digesting the 'news' they had been given, comforting Iida, restraining Bakugou and squealing about their futures, the duo saw their past selves among them and began to reminisce.
Past-Shinsou appeared to be seperate from the group, sticking on the outskirts beside his counterpart and not joining in on any of the conversations. MindJack remembered this, or at least what he experienced at the start of the second year. Although he was in the hero course, he made himself an outsider and convinced himself that he didn't want nor need friends to succeed. It was going to take a while for him to approach anyone outside of necessity, he knew, but it would be worth it in the end. He just had to find a way to convince his past self of realising that.
Past-Ojiro was on the outskirts of the situation, too. He stood alone behind the group staring, twiddling with his tail nervously. He was confused, torn and afraid due to what had been put onto them; however, from his perspective, it had been for a very different reason to what was occupying the rest of his class. When he was brainwashed just then, he had experienced a loss of his will stronger than he had ever felt before. He was made to attack people - his friends - and was unable to stop. Ojiro was trying to hold back on the fear that was lingering in his heart, trying his best not to break down in front of his classmates and adult-self, but it was consuming. It wasn't like he hadn't been brainwashed before, hell, Shinsou almost tormented him every other day just for the fun of it so he was almost used to the experience but being made to hurt someone was an entirely different realm of pain. What also hurt was the fact that, five years in the future, he would still be stuck by that monster - by the monster that seemed to poke fun at him however he could and would brainwash him whenever he pleased. Ojiro wondered what their relationship was and how his counterpart happened to be caught by him when they were sent back in time. Did they work together? Gods, no. He wasn't ready to think of that possibility.
"Hey! You should come back to the dorms with us!" Kirishima recommended the pair after the class had ended.
"I'd assume that neither of you have seen it for a while, haven't you?" Yaoyorozu theorised. She was right; it would be really nostalgic for the both of them to be able to see the dorms they spent so much time in back in high school. They asked Aizawa if they could visit and he agreed. It was the end of the day, anyways.
Walking into the dorms, from their perspective, was a surreal experience. Everything looked so familiar yet so disconnected from their own reality. It had really been five years since they set foot in the 2-A dorms - three years since they had attended UA, having the whole class together like this. Well, it had been longer since then, considering…considering…
"Are you okay?" Prairie heard a deep whisper in his ear. He looked up to MindJack who, although painted with a classic deadpan expression, was visibly concerned about him. It was no surprise, really. Ojiro had always found it near impossible to conceal his emotions and, as he fiddled with his fingers with his tail curled around his ankle, his nerves couldn't have been more obvious.
"I...I think so, yeah." He assured as the brainwasher kicked off of the wall he was leaning against, walking towards the group of teens calling for his input on a debate.
"If you insist." He huffed, "Well, I'm off to convince a bunch of fuckwits that Todoroki gives up hero work to start an ice cream shop."
"Come on, 'Toshi. You know they'll believe you."
"That's the fun part." The man smirked, leaving Prairie with a lingering smile.
His life was fantastic and, despite the hardships he and Shinsou had experienced with each other, he had begun to realise that when he was with him, there was nothing that could bring him down. On his worst days, Shinsou was there to comfort and assure him, and he couldn't be more thankful for his presence.
"Hey guys! I heard what was going on and I just had to come down!" An excited cry came from the staircase. It made Prairie jolt as MindJack stood and froze.
"Hagakure!" Ojiro greeted the invisible girl darting into the common room. "I thought you were sick! Aren't you supposed to be resting?"
"I mean, yeah!" She admitted, coughing almost on-cue, "But, seriously! You and Shinsou's older selves got sent back in time? How could I miss that?"
"I guess that's pretty fair." He smiled, "I can't believe I get to be so strong when I'm older!"
"You're Ojiro, right? Like, old Ojiro?" She giggled, jumping up to the blonde pro at the back of the room. "You look so strong! Prairie, huh? I love the name change! Oh, what's your rank? Got any hidden romance? You have to tell me!"
He was silent. All Prairie could do in that moment was stare at the invisible girl bouncing in front of him. The man bit the inside of his cheek, watching as his past self hushed her away to the class who soon caught her up on all the totally-not-false gossip she had missed out on.
MindJack quietly and calmly made his way back to Prairie's side, looking down on the blonde who was shuddering.
"I...I have to tell him...I have to-"
"Tell him what?"
Averting eye contact with the brainwasher, the blonde took a moment to think. What did he want to tell him, really? He knew, of course, he was just thinking of the ramifications. Could he change the future with what he decides to say to his past self or, just like everything else that had happened so far, would he have to comply with what had already been set out in the past? How would past-him react?
"I've written the crucial information on a note. I'll pass it to Aizawa if you say the word, Mashirao." His companion stated. "Nobody needs to know what will happen but I think you'll agree that they deserve to know the basics."
"R-Right."
Staring off to their counterparts, it was obvious that they both had to do something . Prairie's eyes darted between past-him, Hagakure and the large scar on his tail, aching to warn him of what was to come but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He wasn't ready, past or present.
"Hey."
His own voice pierced his consciousness as he looked down to his younger self. The boy looked just as nervous as he did, looking silently between Prairie and MindJack as if to try to tell them something.
MindJack appeared to understand the signal and walked away, giving Prairie a casual wave as he searched for his own counterpart.
"I just wanted to talk." Ojiro admitted, "I'm sure you already know what about, don't you?"
"Your future, in general…" the pro hero trailed off, "If you're happy, etcetera."
Ojiro nodded and gulped. He was afraid of the tone the man spoke in on the topic, fearing that the answer would be nothing would be something horrific. Could he be surprised, though? Future-Shinsou seemed stuck to him like glue.
' Look at him… ' Prairie thought, 'he's so clueless. I was so...clueless. '
His mind was filled with echoing thoughts, fears and considerations. 'Should I tell him? Should I warn him? Can I warn him? It could mess so many things up, like, this is time I'm playing with, here. This isn't some harmless joke or white lie...this is-'
'I killed Hagakure.'
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it. He couldn't bring himself to confess such a horrific thing to his counterpart. There was no avoiding the situation the boy would be shoved into in no less than a month. Ojiro needed support - he needed hope and his future self was intent on giving it to him. Prairie couldn't tell him exactly what was going to happen to him, but he could at least try to help him overcome his future pains by any means he could muster.
"I can't say anything specific but I'll offer you some advice, okay?" He said, being met with a shy and nervous nod.
"We all have regrets and things we would have rather done differently, but what you have to understand is that some things are inevitable. I'm your future, I remember the words being said to you in this moment and what your reaction was. You're thinking that, if things are inevitable, that you should brace and stop trying when things get bad, right?"
Ojiro nodded as his older counterpart placed his hand softly on his head.
"That's not the attitude you want to have. Try your best, even if it's all for nothing. Because, really, nothing is ever worthless. Your effort will always get yourself further than you would be if you sat on your ass and watched. Even if it doesn't get you where you wanted to be, you made progress."
His breath hitched as the pro hero breathed in. Ojiro watched him hopefully, being comforted by the half-smile that his future self mustered.
"And, please, when the time comes where the inevitable happens, don't let it consume you. Stay strong, no matter what happens to you."
It wasn't perfect but it was all he could do for himself. He couldn't change what had already been said - he couldn't change what had already been cemented in the timeline. These words he knew would get him through the harsh times ahead. The times of dealing with the villains barging in the dorms, ploughing through the heroes-in-training as he was pinned down and slashed by none other than his best friend. He knew that it was inevitable that he would be the one to end Hagakure's life, but it was important to remember that the ending of hers was not the ending of his. It was of self-defence, he knew, but there's always a shard of regret hidden inside of him. Aizawa and Shinsou, even to the day where they were sent back, were the only people who knew. The body was never found, to his relief, yet Ojiro could never fully wash the blood off of his hands.
Her death was inevitable. All he could do was prepare himself for it and leave the rest up to those involved.
Later on in the day, after he had calmed himself down, he approached MindJack who was talking to Aizawa about crime statistics and changes in hero law.
"Give it to him." He muttered in the ear of his companion.
The man nodded, shuffling in his pockets and noticing his arm fading a little, the translucency becoming more and more noticeable.
"Well, it seems like it's our time to go." He huffed, slipping the note to Aizawa under the table. He waltzed past a similarly-fading Prairie towards his past self, giving the boy a smirk.
"I suppose you're going to tell me something, right?" Shinsou asked his older counterpart as a half-faded hand landed on his head, ruffling his hair.
"Other than recommending you fix that mop? Not really." He joked, taking some amusement into the teen's mildly bothered face. "Just kidding." He chuckled, leaning in closer.
"Make your move on monkey boy already, will you? Preferably a nicer one, unlike whatever you've been doing for the last few weeks."
Shinsou scowled a little. "Admittedly, I have been harsh to him, but I'm not interested in making friends."
His counterpart smiled. "Your 'no friends' phase doesn't mean 'no boyfriends', though, does it?"
His younger self stared at him with a very confused and alarmed expression.
"Tch, and I thought we were being obvious. " MindJack jestered. "Bakugou isn't the one who gets married six months after graduation, it's you ."
"What the fuc-"
With that, he noticed that the space that his older self had once occupied was empty. Looking around, Prairie had also vanished from existence.
They had gone back to their own timeline leaving the class in comedic shambles. Midoriya was feeling hopeful and flustered at the prospect of marrying Bakugou as the explosive blonde had a meltdown over the exact same thing, Kaminari and Sero had begun to be a bit more open with their flirting (and perhaps eventually realising that they were doing it), Iida was having a life crisis over the thought of having eight deformed children (all at once) and Todoroki was legitimately considering starting up an ice cream shop.
But beside them laid another mess. Shinsou was flustered beyond recognition, still trying to decode the possibility of what his counterpart was insinuating, Ojiro was feeling scared for the future yet confident in himself and his capabilities and, watching all of his students with iron eyes, Aizawa focused only on them and the note in his palms.
'Hagakure is the traitor.'