U.A's secret Villain

She's a villain?

The meeting room was dead silent. Not one person was willing to speak. Not even Nezu. Then finally Snipe broke this chain of silence.

"So what you're telling me is that this girl here-" he pointed to Surebu who Aizawa had stated needed to be there and had sat behind him so she'd feel a bit safer, or at least in his mind. "She is a villain?" Snipe finished earning a small nod from Nezu. Surebu physically retracted behind Aizawa to hide from this man's view.

"No," Aizawa growled in a stern tone. Everyone looked at Aizawa, slightly shocked, but also curious as to what he meant. "She isn't a villain. To be honest, I don't think she ever really was," he shrugged.

"And what makes you say that Aizawa?" Nezu asked curious about Aizawa's new development. Said man looked at Nezu with a bored look over his face. "She hasn't given us much reason to believe she isn't a villain," Nezu stated in a matter of fact tone. It was this point Aizawa felt he had to bring Surebu into the conversation.

"That's true. She hasn't given us anything to go on. She never actually stated wether or not she was a villain," he thought out loud before looking over his shoulder to the girl who sat with her legs retracted to her chest. "Hey Surebu?" The girl jolted hearing her name and looked at Aizawa. "Are you a villain?" He asked. Surebu looked around at the people in the room.

"She'll obviously say no!" Vlad yelled from across the room. Aizawa's head snapped up at the loud voice and mentally decided to show his fangs to this guy for a change.

Aizawa stood with a hard glare on his face, slamming his hands on the table. The clatter of glass cups reached everyone's ears as they all looked to Aizawa who was visibly angry with the other male. "Did I ask you?! No! I asked her! Shut your mouth and maybe I'll get a clear answer out of her!" The room fell into silence at Aizawa's words.

Vlad broke eye contact with the smaller male feeling a bit scared. Aizawa wasn't one to shout. He usually got Hazashi to yell for him since being loud came naturally for the blond, but this was new. This was something completely out of the ordinary. No one had ever seen Aizawa so angry that he would verbally show it. Usually he'd just insult you, but not this time. He was completely pissed.

Suddenly Aizawa's features softened. It was like watching a transformation from one person to another. Aizawa looked behind himself to Surebu who had moved so that she was holding onto the fabric of Aizawa's shirt. Tears were threatening to break free from the wall Surebu had pulled up. Just the sight of the girl made Aizawa's heart clench with concern.

"Don't get mad please. Your scary when you're mad," she mumbled out with little sniffles here and there. Nezu stared blankly at this. The last time he saw her, she was as stubborn as she was rude, and she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. Now she was verbally saying that she felt scared. It was a drastic change that Nezu didn't see coming at all.

Aizawa bent down to Surebu's level to give her a hug. She hesitated at first, but gladly accepted the gesture. She let her flood gates open and began to silently sob in Aizawa's arms. No one in the room even dared to speak, in fear of breaking up this sweet little moment none of them ever thought would be coming from Aizawa. Not in a million years.

"You reminded me of Shigaraki," Surebu hiccuped. That was something no one was expecting. Aizawa moved away from the girl with an interested look on his face. He didn't think that was what was going through her mind at that point of time.

"Hand man?" He asked just to make sure he was thinking of the right Shigaraki that she was speaking of. A small nod came from the girl proving that it was, in fact, the same Shigaraki.

"That's the same thing he said when we first met," she mumbled looking down at the floor. "He was asking me something and my owner tried to answer for me," Aizawa placed his hand on her knee stopping her from continuing.

"Owner?" He asked looking her dead in the eye. She nodded fiddling with the material of her gloves. "You were sold to the league of villains as a living weapon, weren't you?" Aizawa asked praying he was wrong, but also hoping he was right.

"I told you I was the weapon Aizawa," she mumbled blinking away tears. Once again, the room fell quiet. All that was heard was the occasional sniffle that came from the small girl. No one knew if she was trying to deny of confirm Aizawa's question, but no one in the room could see this small fragile girl to be any kind of threat. It seemed like a distant thought that would never come to pass.

"Why you?" Aizawa asked her. "Why did they need you to be a weapon?" He couldn't put his finger on why they would torture this girl with that kind of a job. It was then something seemed to snap in Surebu's mind. Like that switch had flipped and she'd be someone else. Her eyes became dull and lifeless as they stared into Aizawa's curious ones.

"My quirk. Shigaraki was interested and was training me to be able to dersroy his enemy's," she explained with a monotone voice. "I can rival you Aizawa. My skill level is impossible to reach at my age. Combine that with my ability to study an opponent and find any weakness withing the span of a few seconds and think out the best way to exploit them. Why wouldn't they want me to be their weapon?" At that point the switch in her brain wavered and she let out a yawn. Surebu rubbed her eyes before looking back at Aizawa, visibly tired.

"I'd like to see these skills you speak of, Surebu," Nezu had stated folding his hands in front of him. Surebu smiled at him.

"I'd be happy to demonstrate, as long as I don't have to hurt anyone," Nezu agreed to these terms she'd set, and fate was decided. Surebu was going to demonstrate her skills to the staff of U.A before they could trust her completely.