Blessed yet Cursed

Chapter 1

Villains.

A delicate topic for Nedzu.

Dark and enigmatic characters, draped in malevolence, play a role far more profound than mere adversaries to the heroes that roam the streets for the establishment of peace. Directly or indirectly, affecting society as a whole from being monetary point of view to stability point of view. From mere robberies to actions of mass murders, for him they were nothing more than two things. One, a person to be studied. And two, a person to be avoided by his students. 

For he had grown up in a lab filled with crazy individuals, and sending someone to relive that experience with crazy bastards was something Nedzu never wanted. Even though he always was thankful for the empire he had established due to his intelligence, he still held fear in his heart. Of the things they did, and how every night he relived them in his dreams. 

However, he still believed not everyone is evil. That is why he started the 'Villain Rehabilitation' program in his school, the first ever in the world to establish one. He faced backlash from the HPSC, but in the end his adamant nature and threats silenced them. Though he had no luck until now, as all he had gotten were adults as villains and no real kids that were forced or had become one, he still did not lose hope and searched for such individual. Though, his prison concept for prisoners showing good track record of rehabilitating them into society as better individuals and relieving them of their sentence early was on a good trail with no major incidents. 

Taking a deep breath, he sipped his tea that he had imported from China. As the liquid travelled down his throat, he recounted the events of yesterday - the meeting room where his teachers quarrelled over the fact that someone had broken into the the most secured school of the world and stolen important information with regards to the students. Nedzu had been particularly silent throughout the whole meeting, listening to the topics of the stolen documents and the possibility of a traitor among the midst of students being present, it was enough to say he was disappointed in the mere thinking of the humans. After the whole thing came to a stop, it was him who gave the verdict with finality of a judge that the planned events of all the classes should be continued as proposed. 

However, he kept in mind that today was the day that the heroics class of Aizawa was going to USJ, an event organized outside of school. A location at quite some distance, a perfect location for an attack to be staged. It was when he surveyed the layout of the training area that he realised two heroes might not be enough for the security of a class of twenty individuals.

Looking at the un-played chess board kept in the corner of the room, Nedzu realised that the first move had been played by the villains. No matter how big or small the wall is, information on the opposing side is always beneficial to tip the scales. The matter of twenty students is not something he could play with, only having two teachers on the board whose quirks might be known to the opposition. 

The chimera's eyes went to the lone frame on his desk, the picture of him with two individuals that he treasured to more than his own life.

Perhaps, it might be time he played his move. A secret that he kept from the world, might just be enough to deal with the situation of security for now.

Setting his cup on the table, Nedzu got down from the chair and exited his cabin to inform them of his decision.

Class 1-A was in a jubilant mood, or probably most of them excluding odd-balls like Todoroki. Today marked day of their survival of two whole months of surviving the most hardest hero school with possibly the worst sensei ever. All the students were hurdled together, groups mainly around Midoriya and Bakugou, and some others in two. 

Everything was cut short when their zombie teacher got up from his sleeping bag and faced the class, which hurried in their seats. After a total mayhem of three seconds, Aizawa cleared his throat and started.