U.A's secret Villain

Sat there screaming

Aizawa sat across from Surebu, neither spoke, only stared. Aizawa was glaring and Surebu was grinning. The plate Aizawa had brought in was placed on the table inbetween them. Hizashi had walked out soon after Aizawa walked in. Honestly it looked like the better choice for him at that point.

The second Surebu had opened her mouth shock ran through everyone. Even Nezu and Toshinori on the other side of the glass. All they could do was look at her. Aizawa stepped forwards, being the first to shake off the shock. "I'd hardly call this a party," Surebu smiled at his comment.

"Me either. Parties are a lot more fun with good music and games, but that's the expression so get over it Shota," once again they were shocked, all except Aizawa.

"You told her your name!" Hizashi yelled looking at Aizawa in horror. Aizawa only shook his head.

"She already knew it," he stated moving over to the table. "At least you're talking now," he told placing the plate on the table in front of her. Surebu gave off a chuckle at the movement. "If you don't eat it, I will."

"Go ahead," Aizawa looked at her confused. "If you think I'll trust anything you give me then you're just plain stupid," she crossed her arms and looked at Hizashi. "Besides, your high-school friend seems a bit lost," Aizawa looked at Hizashi then what she said seemed to proses. 'High-school friend'. Aizawa instantly looked back at Surebu, slamming his hands on the table. The sound of cutlery hitting the glass of the plate echoed through the room.

"How did you know he and I even got along in high-school?" He growled sick of her criptic nature. Surebu only moved up to be inches away from Aizawa.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She whispered so only he could hear. Her hand moved up to Aizawa's face as she poked his nose. "Boop!" A high pitch noise came from her. Slowly she sat down smiling.

Seeing that Aizawa was getting somewhere with her Hizashi got up and was about to leave. He turned back to the others at the door. Aizawa had sat in the chair he was in and appeared to be glaring and Surebu waved enthusiastically. Without even second guessing his actions he had closed the door behind him as he pulled up a chair to watch from the other side of the glass.

Aizawa was not giving up here. He was going to get something out of her, even if he was going to sit in that chair all night. He sighed and grabbed the plate. Silently he pulled it over to him and grabbed the fork. Surebu's smile instantly disappeared. "What are you doing?"

"Eating," Aizawa stated simply eating a bit of the rice. Surebu watched intently as he willingly swallowed the food. "If I was planing on killing you, I would've done it last night. I wouldn't waste my time with poisoning your food," he put the fork back and pushed the plate over to her again. Her eyes were glued to the plate. The room was quiet, then a small growl came up in the space. Aizawa watched as the girl in front of him seemed to grow sad. Her eyes began to water. She was obviously very hungry, but refused to eat. Once again Aizawa sighed. "Fine," he stated grabbing the plate again. He was going to pull it back over to him, but then a hand grabbed his stopping him.

Aizawa looked at her, she was having a  mental descusion to decide if she should or not. Aizawa couldn't even imagine how confused she was, or how scared. Going out on a limb he began to push the plate towards her. She looked up shocked at the movement, but she only saw Aizawa smile and suddenly she felt a bit better. She smiled back, not the one she used on him before. This was a genuine smile.

Slowly she began to eat. It wasn't much to eat, but it looked like she'd never eaten something like that before. Aizawa had sat there quietly,waiting for her to finish. Once she did she pushed the plate back to the centre of the table.

"Thank you," she mumbled leaning back in the chair. Aizawa looked at her wide eyed. A villain just politely thanked him. He was not expecting that in the slightest. Shaking the shock from his system he began to question.

"What were you doing in that ally?"

"What I was told to do."

"And that is?"

"None of your business black beauty," Aizawa stopped.

"What did you just call me?" He knew he was off topic, he just needed to make sure he heard that last bit right.

"Black beauty," she repeated as if it was obvious. Aizawa went back to glaring.

"Don't call me that," he didn't understand this girl at all.

"Okay Shota," one second she's rude.
"Not that either," the next she's lost in her own mind.

"Aizawa?" And then she's back to being rude.

"No," he didn't understand what was going through her head, and if he was going to do this then he should at least know how to read her actions.

"Fuck face it is then," she was really getting on his nerves now.

"Eraserhead. It's my hero name and that's what you should call me," he stated on an angry tone. Just at that point she began to laugh.

"I know," Aizawa was beyond confused with her at this point. He sighed placing his head in his hands as he leaned on the table. "Looks like it worked," Aizawa looked at her furious.

"What worked?"

"The destraction," Aizawa froze. "You stopped asking and got destracted," Aizawa went through the last couple of minutes in his head. She stopped him from asking about her activities last night, by insulting him, by doing something she knew would get him off topic.

"At least tell me why you didn't just kill me," he said leaning back in the chair. His head was hanging over the back of the chair, so he didn't know that she was staring at the table in front of her having another mental battle. After a few more moments of silence Aizawa looked at her. She was glaring at the table, unmoving. "Surebu?" She jumped at the sound of her name and looked to Aizawa. "Why?" He asked leaning forwards.

"If I answer this one question, then you'll stop asking me questions?"

"For tonight? Fine. I'm happy with that," Aizawa agreed. She looked back at the table as if she was uncomfortable with the topic.

"I don't want to kill. I don't like how it feels to kill someone. I'm not going to kill unless it's my only option, because I hate to do it," Aizawa started at her, processing everything she'd just said. She knows how it feels to kill someone? When did she NEED to kill someone? Why would she NEED to kill someone?

This one answer led to even more questions, and he couldn't deal with them all. He looked to the glass knowing that the other three were still there watching, and maybe just as horrified as he felt about this. He sighed and looked back at Surebu. She was about to cry, he knew it. She was forcing it all in. Every emotion she felt. Aizawa thought that maybe that memory of the time she did kill someone was running through her head over and over. That maybe she was mentally torturing herself with just that memory.

Aizawa stood from the chair. "Surebu?" She looked back at him. "Don't let the regret of that one time get to you. Instead just let it go and be happy with the fact that you managed to separate yourself from the ones
who kill for fun," he told her before leaving. He felt bad just walking out like that, but he honestly couldn't do anything else.

Once the door closed behind him, he looked to Nezu, Toshinori and Hizashi. They all looked like they'd just had that conversation themselves. Suddenly Surebu broke. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Aizawa looked through the glass thinking she was pulling a Bakugo and throwing everything to find a way to escape, but she hadn't moved. She just sat there screaming, and there was nothing any of them could do.