The room was silent as they all looked form one to the other hoping for someone to start this meeting. Every member of the U.A staff are now sat in the same room where Surebu was once sat with them, the day they all met her. A layer of dread filled the room as each one of them remembered the last hour.After the villain attack, all the students were forced to return to their dorm rooms for safety reasons and the staff all went to discuss the events. They all heard about what had happened in the cafeteria, and they all saw the writing. They knew the league somehow got their hands on Surebu, again.
"Aizawa," everyone turned to Nezu as he spoke, refusing to look up. Aizawa looked at him with pained eyes just knowing what Nezu was going to say before he said it. "You failed."
The room was silent once again as they all looked between Aizawa and Nezu curious about what Nezu meant. As the silence stretched on, Present Mic cleared his throat. It was almost like everything came back to Aizawa at the sound and he snapped his head to his best friend.
"It doesn't make any sense," Hizashi stated. "She was happy. We were going to..." He paused covering his face with his hands and letting out a groan of confusion and frustration.
"That's where you're wrong," Aizawa cut in. Suddenly everyone had turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue. He sighed irritated before explaining the events of the last couple days. All from the morning Surebu broke down to right now.
"So your class made her believe she was a villain?" Vlad questioned royally pissed about the very idea of young hero's in training turning on someone like that. When Aizawa nodded, it suddenly went quiet.
"When someone tells you something enough times, you start to believe it," Nezu had suddenly spoke out. "Surebu is a funny case now. As far as we know she's done nothing but follow orders her entire life. She does what she's told. Follows others commands. When someone calls her something, she feels obliged to be it," Nezu explained getting nods from everyone in the room. They all knew this about the girl already. It was easy to pick up on if you kept a close eye on her like they did.
"It seems our voices weren't as loud as the students," Midnight chuckled thinking of the situation. "If only we were a bit faster in making our decision. If only we made her question the action she took," she began massaging her temples trying to rid herself of whatever migraine she had.
"I'm going to find her," Aizawa suddenly announced. "This was my fault. I had to much faith in my students and hadn't kept a close enough eye on her. Just because she's with the villains that doesn't mean I'm giving up on my daughter," he announced with a look of determination.
The room broke out in smiles at his words, for they all needed to hear them. Mic placed a hand on Aizawa's shoulder making him turn to his highschool friend.
"I'm going to look for her as well, and bring her home," he stated. Suddenly everyone in the room was saying that they were also going to look for her as they all wanted her back. Villain or not, she was the child of the U.A staff if she liked it or not.
Once the meeting was called to a close, Nezu came up with a schedule so everyone still had enough time to do their jobs at school, and look for the girl they all cared for. No one would argue since it was still a priority to keep the school running at full capacity. Even though they all knew that the school wouldn't be functioning like it used to until Surebu was home and safe.
It just happens that they don't actually need to go very far to look for the girl, as she was already in the school.
Over by the dorms of 1-A, the place she once lived, Surebu was back. She stood in front of the door, holding her hammer, wearing exactly what she did in the cafeteria, only without the mask. She made sure she was blocking the way, so that the class 1-A students couldn't get in when they got there.
When the kids got to the dorm, and saw Surebu standing there with her hammer and a huge grin on her face, they all paused. Out of all things that they were expecting, this was not one of them.
The girl looked at them, only ten metres came between them. She placed the hammer down so that the head was on the floor and tilted her head, closing her eyes and smiling widely.
"WHAT'S THE PASSWORD!?" She shouted leaning on the door.
Bakugo pushed through them all to get to Surebu. "GET OUT OF MY WAY EXTRA!" he shouted charging at her with explosions coming from his hands. Surebu's face changed into one of anger as she lifted her hammer and slammed it against Bakugo's hand forcing him back.
"NO ENTRY!" she shouted putting the hammer back the way it was. Suddenly there was a tension between them. Bakugo cradling his injured hand, Surebu blocking the door and all the class 1-A kids remaining looking at the girl confused.
"Why are you doing this?" Midoriya asked stepping forwards, hoping to understand her actions. Surebu turned her yellow eyes to the green haired boy and smiled.
"Not the password, sorry," she turned her head away again to look out at the horizon this time and began humming to herself. Jirou strained her ears trying to hear the tune better. She remembered it from somewhere.
Just as she figured it out, Kirishima started walking forwards. He moved to the wall instead of the door. Everyone watched as he moved over to the window and opened it up.
"If we can't use the door, use the window," he announced getting ready to climb through.
Surebu turned to face him with a smile. "CLOSE ENOUGH I GUESS!" She announced turning and opening the door. Everyone watched as she picked up her hammer and walked into the dorms.Everyone quickly ran in, Kirishima still using the window, but when they got in, Surebu was gone and the windows to the other side of the common room were all opened. She was gone yet again.
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U.A's secret Villain
FanfictionShe was a 'Surebu'. A villain. It was all she ever knew. All she was ever called, until a teacher of the U.A staff saved her from her prison, but will he ever save her from the darkness of villainy? Trigger warning: This story involves blood, gore a...