It was humiliating, it really was. A villain, you, who was so grand in your mischief to the point that you even got to fight alongside Shigaraki’s crew at one point, was now reduced to this. In a white jumpsuit, chained cuffs around your wrists and ankles, and a quirk-canceling collar around your neck for good measure, standing at the front of a classroom where twenty pairs of eyes beyond bored into you like you’re some spectacle in a zoo.\nThey’re in just as much disbelief as you.\nIn the last raid, you unfortunately slipped up and were caught by the heroes. Trapped in a white holding cell for days, you watched as they struggled to come up with a solution as to what to do with you. And soon their answer would arrive. You didn’t know a rehabilitation program existed in UA, and apparently the students didn’t either. But here you are, unwillingly a part of it. There’s no escape; the teachers are determined to turn your life around for you, no matter how much you struggle. Call it tough love. Or… maybe just a way to keep you out of trouble since they can’t send under 20s to Tartarus. One less maniac to worry about."It’s dead silent. The feelings are mutual; they don’t know how to feel about you just as much as you don’t know how to feel about them. It’s awkward. And Eraserhead’s glaring daggers into your soul over there by his desk.\