U.A's secret Villain

Don't hold back

Class goes by smoothly these days. Surebu learnt to just sit there silently, unless it was English classes. In the lessons that Present Mic would teach, Surebu was just learning the language from the start. It was a lot simpler. Not to mention that Aizawa had bought her some school supplies. It was that fact that made Surebu laugh, since it was, funnily enough, either cat themed, or Eraserhead themed.

The afternoons with Shinsou were getting better as well. Some days he even went to stay and talk in her dorm room after training.

He knew she came from the villains, but she never found out he knew. Not to mention that, to him, she was not a villain. She was just mislead and making the wrong friends at some point.

The weekends were what killed her. She'd trap herself in her room all day unless Aizawa or Shinsou came by. They would take her out of the dorms and out for training, though it was only to work. It was all she had at this point.

It became a common thing for Surebu to sneek out of her room as well. She'd make breakfast once in a while for the class and disappear. No one seemed to catch on to the fact that it was her. Eventually, they stopped questioning it.

Days went past. Then weeks. Soon enough Surebu had been there a month, but Surebu had never actually gone head to head with anyone in her class. Every hero training class, Surebu would either stand in the corner, or just stand there and watch. It was a very unsettling thing for her classmates, especially after the first day when Kirishima came running into the common room yelling about how Surebu managed to beat Snipe in a fight with nothing but a knife. No one really wanted to fight her after that, but thinking that she doesn't want to fight for some reason, something about it was really off putting.

Everyone wanted to see what she could do, but no one was willing to ask her to fight. That was until Bakugo let his curiosity get the better of him. Today was one on one, hand to hand combat. Something simple for them to do, and it gave Bakugo this chance by walking up to Surebu as she talked to Toshinori. He wasn't even willing to register the fact that Surebu was quietly helping her teacher annalise his students.

"Hey! Illiterate fuck!" Bakugo yelled causing Surebu to tense up. Everyone stopped and turned to Bakugo to watch this exchange. Toshinori saw this could end very badly and stepped in.

"Young Bakugo. I believe that was a little uncalled for," he spoke with his hands held out in front of him. Seeing this reaction from her teacher, Surebu moved to face the blond boy.

"No. Honestly, that is an improvement from what I actually get called," she stated with a shrug. "What do you want?" She asked with a slight glare. Bakugo smirked at her reaction.

"You're going to fight me. Now!" He commanded. He saw something change to the girls posture as she nodded. Her eyes suddenly became dead and numb, but Bakugo didn't care. He'll get to beat her in a fight and prove himself better then her.

The two stood facing each other, both ready for the fight ahead of them.

"Don't hold back Surebu," Toshinori ordered only for Surebu to run forwards. In her mind an image flashed of an old man with her pocket knife as he stood, ready to fight.

Bakugo moved away from the girl to avoid getting hit. Suddenly Surebu was in an open backyard with a large grey wooden house behind her. That man moved to strike.

"If you can't beat me then expect to die in that ring!" He yelled as his hand collided with her ribs. Her eyes clenched shut and when she opened them again she was in a large ditch, one big enough to fight in. Dirt surrounded her, as did the walls. To her side was a small fragile boy, covered head to two in rags and cuts.

"Please. Kill me," he whimpered walking over to her. She shut her eyes again, breathing heavily. When her eyes opened again a fist collided with her face. Surebu looked to the owner and saw a large man with muscles everywhere.

"Weak little girl want to cry?" He asked in a mocking tone. Something switched in Surebu's mind at that moment. She felt the tears running down her face as she ran at the man.

One hit. Tow hits. Three hits. It just kept going. Hit after hit after hit. It was unstoppable. It wasn't until she felt someone grab her and pull her off that she came to her senses. Someone was yelling at her. The voice was foggy and she couldn't hear it properly, just like her vision. Nothing was clear anymore. It was all dark and foggy.

"Don't hold back," Shigaraki's voice rang in her head. Bouncing back and forth as she kicked and screamed to be freed.

"NOT AGAIN! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO! NOT AGAIN!" She screamed over and over, begging for her mind to stop it's torture.

Toshinori did his best to hold her until Aizawa came to help, but she was not letting up. It was like she was fighting for her life and wasn't willing to give up. In her mind, she was.

When Aizawa finally got to them, he was horrified. On the ground was a beat half to death Bakugo as Toshinori held a screaming and kicking Surebu. He listened to her closely. The words she spoke were ones of a prisoner forced to do something horrible. He'd heard it once before from one of his students. He hated to think Surebu was the same.

Aizawa didn't need to think this through. He walked over to the thrashing girl and grabbed her wrists. She fought back, obviously, but when Toshinori let go, he dragged Surebu into a hug, and she became still.

"We won't make you do anything," his voice was as soft and soothing as he could make it. She struggled a bit in his hold, but he didn't let go. Instead he put his hand on her head and began to stroke her hair. It was a mess. Maybe he should get her a hair brush? Maybe that thought should've come to him long before now? He internally groaned at himself.

"I'm sorry," he was broken from his thought as he looked down. He saw nothing but fear in Surebu's eyes and he could feel her shaking. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed burying her face into Aizawa's chest. She began to let out little sobs as she hugged back.

"I know you are Surebu."