Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Prologue

"Agh, why do we even have to sit here and listen to some sappy inspirational shit?!" I heard one of UA's students yell. I glanced around blindly as the guards escorted me through a hallway where possibly more than 50 kids sat.

I haven't heard people in awhile.

I haven't felt the sun in a while.

They all went silent as they stared at me in awe. The guards walked me over to a chair and pushed me down, making me sit upwards to face the students. My eyes were still shielded, so, I couldn't exactly see them until the guards unhooked the straps on the back of my head and pulled the concealer away. I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly at the amount of light that hit me at once. I got a good look at each one. They were all...older than me. Way older.

"Whoa, his eyes.." I saw one kid whisper to another. A reaction I'm used to.

"Meet Katsuro Kishimoto." A man with long black hair announced. I sensed a feeling of familiarity in his voice. I knew him but from where? "Katsuro was just like you all, he dreamed of being a hero. He dreamed of being a pro. But, unlike you all, he didn't attempt to achieve his dream."

Untrue.

"He didn't stay in school when he needed to so he could obtain the proper education to attend UA."

Lies.

"He rebelled against everyone who tried to help him."

Stop lying!

I wanted to scream so loud but I knew that if I did, the guards wouldn't hesitate to put me down and drag me back into the dark with my demons.

"Don't be like Katsuro! Don't be a dropout! A sellout!" He glanced at me with a hint of red in his eyes. I knew it. I know how I know him. He put me here. He tied me down and dragged me to my prison cell. My heart picked up a few more paces, adrenaline rushed through my veins, a rage burst through my mind. And he called me the same thing he did, months ago when he nearly killed me.

"A pathetic failure."

-

Aizawa left to take the students to a prison to see the prisoners as a punishment for sneaking out. I was left at UA with Present Mic, All Might, and Midnight.

Again.

"Yo, what's got your mind, Aishi?" Present Mic decided to yell from the other side of the room. I glared at him and sighed.

"Nothing and don't call me that. It's Kushio for you." I muttered. I don't like Present Mic as much as he thinks. He's annoying, loud, and stupid. It's honestly fascinating about how he got to teach English in UA when he doesn't even speak proper English. Not to mention how close he gets to Aizawa. Like he's never heard of personal space.

"Ohh, I know what has your mind." He said as he slid his way over to me in that damn rolling chair he stole from Nezu's office. "It's Aizawa, isn't it? Concerned for your hubby at a prison?"

"I will punch you so hard in the balls, Mic," I warned him. "The doctors will have to surgically remove them from inside your kidneys."

Mic swirled back into his little corner with his hands tucked between his legs. All Might chuckled as he poured himself another cup of coffee and smiled contently at me. I shook my head and continued grading papers.

"Wow, you must really be concerned." Midnight said as she rubbed my shoulders comfortingly. "I assure you, sweetie, Aizawa's a strong man. He can handle himself."

"I'm not worried about whether he can or can't handle himself," I told her. "I just...I hope he doesn't run into Katsuro while touring that prison."

All Might swallowed the coffee in his mouth and sighed. "You mean that little runt that nearly killed 6 Pros in twenty minutes?"

"Yeah."

"Why? That kid is in solid confinement. I don't think they'll let him out unless Aizawa requested it and I don't think Aizawa's gonna do that."

"Yeah, well, Aizawa's a risk taker if he's done his math correctly." Present Mic added and he wasn't wrong. Aizawa does take risks if he feels like his chances of winning are greater than the chances of losing.

"That kid's on death row for a reason. A person with his quirk doesn't deserve to live and wreak havoc on the citizens." All Might said as he stared at the window at the gorgeous view.

All I could think of was, "I could've stopped him. I could've put him down the right path. I could've prevented this." But I didn't.

And I'll still be a pathetic failure.