The unfortunate thing about being me is that I don't fade from sleep into alertness, not anymore. When I wake up it's like a switch has been flipped and the light is on; instantaneous and glaring. So when my eyes snap open my brain is already buzzing and I figure out what had happened.

Recovery girl saw my body, freaked out, called people and they are now waiting for me to wake up. Stay still. Don't alert anyone you are awake....it's late at night. No one will be here! You can be calm.

Stretching and yawning I sit up and inspect my injuries, nothing too major, Recovery Girl did her job.

Okay now that's over with, I need to come up with a good cover story.

'I can say that I was abused as a kid by my foster parents and that the tattoos are there to cover up some of the scars...hmmm no too cliché.'

'I was in an accident: collapsed building, fire, chemicals and I got tattoos as a way to cover up/ hide them as I was obviously self conscious. Yes that might work as collapsing buildings are very common in the Mertsuana township. Then I can link some of the newer bruises and scars to extreme training, I'm sure they have seen worse, Quirk overuse and possibly bullies...'

Alright a pretty solid story and if they ask for details about the building accident I can blame it all on trauma induced amnesia and that I personally don't want to remember anything about the traumatic incident. If they ask for medical records I can say my foster parent should have them but I doubt that they have kept them.

So, I've dealt with the whole looks situation. Now how am I going to explain my brutal way of fighting without revealing anything. Everyone must have been so scared, maybe I can use that, I could do some memory alterations with All For One's special equipment (doubt he'd lend it to me though) or maybe I could ask one of the underlings. I'm sure one of them had a memory altering Quirk of some degree.

That's plan A but if that doesn't work, plan B will have to be me explaining in a way that is believable but also shows me as a victim. As I won't be able to instigate plan A right at this moment plan B will need to work...

How about I say it was a result of one of my foster parent's Quirks? They might have had a Quirk like changing a person's mindset or something or permanent brainwashing!
No, then the Heroes would search for information and look them up and possibly bring them in for questioning. After all Quirks like that are extremely rare.

Maybe hypnosis? Yes that could work, I could say that one of the people at an idiotic foster home I was sent to hypnotized me and made me react to a buzzer. A little far fetched but it'll have to do.

"Or," A voice echoed from the corner of the room, "you could pretend that you have no idea what they're talking about." I jump to my feet despite my body's protests and see my dad lounging in one of the uncomfortable clinic chairs.

"That-that could work." I mutter, an embarrassed blush creeping up my neck.

"I hope that your actual foster parents weren't that terrible." He comments idly after a few moments of silence.

I had been muttering again! I really need to curb that habit.

"Yes and no. There were good days and bad days, more of the latter t-though." I looked down at the floor in disgust and shame as I took a trip down memory lane.

"And you told no one?" He asked, his voice stiff from the cold anger that seeped into his tone and body language, if it was at himself or the world was anyone's guess.

Gritting my teeth I growled out, "Oh I did tell people. But who would believe a useless, misfit 'Villain child'? No one." My blood was boiling as I recalled the times when I cried out for help yet no one came. I was broken down and bullied but no one would lift a finger because I was Quirkless and to the few who knew, a Villain's kid.

For instance Bakugo knew about my dad being a 'Villain', it's one of the reasons why he believed I could never be a Hero, he used that to his advantage and took all his frustrations out on me as he knew I would not fight back and nor would he get into any trouble. But I could tell that he didn't truly understand or like what had happened to me but he is a coward and dares not to speak out against the Status-Quo.

"I'm really sorry for that Izuku, I should've been there to protect you..." He looked down in shame, "I'll have you know that I'm very proud of you, I wish-" He begins to tear up, but then as quickly as the door to his emotions opened they closed. "Even though this situation you are in is extremely dire and you could've blown your cover, you handled it very well and made up a story that put you in the position of the victim." He fake smiled at me as he said those words in his business tone.

"Just going off what Kurogiri taught me, if you tell a story that ties down to some truth then it becomes just that more believable." My stoic expression slips into one of nostalgia.

My dad smiles crookedly at me and ruffles my hair fondly.

"Now there might be a bit of a problem with your classmates. They will fear you and be suspicious of you so try and not do anything you would usually do. So be doormat level kind, help whenever you can. Basically become a stereotypical protagonist of a kids show and a bit of memory alteration wouldn't hurt." He winked at me before he turned around and began walking out.

"I'll contact the guy and tell him to get moving."

"Wait how did you get in?" I ask hurriedly.

"Yuuei's security sucks and with the skills and technology we have access to, it is a few decades behind in the times." He smiled as one of Kurogiri's portals opened up. Before he left he said, "Don't worry about the cameras they didn't see a thing, oh and we are planning to break into the school in a few days time so try and redeem your reputation so you aren't a suspect."

•~•

The morning arrived in its usual pastel blues and oranges and the confrontation went as well as I thought it would.

I told my well rehearsed sob-story of the tragic childhood accident that fueled my drive to become a Hero to the staff and they ate out of my palm. None of them wanted to question this 'poor, fragile child'. None of them, except for Aizawa who questioned me on the second half of my fight.

But I bet all my money that most of them think a Villain was behind my strange behaviour and obviously I provided evidence to such a theory.

"All I heard was a raspy voice in the back of my head and then everything went dark." I stuttered in a quivering voice.

Slowly the adults left the room, muttering in low voices about Villains and checking their security in the West side of the school. That wild goose chase will keep them occupied for a good while.

"I-is Kacchan okay?" I asked Recovery Girl with an worried expression plastered on my face. She nodded sympathetically and I let out a sigh in 'relief'.

"Even though I wasn't in control of myself and it wouldn't really be my fault if he was injured. I couldn't bare it if he was hurt, he is still my best friend after all." I whispered, secretly basking in the surprised and worried look that the nurse sent me when I mentioned holding my bully in such high regard.

Yeah right, more like number one on my hit list, than my number one friend.

•~•

Despite recovery girl's protests I attended our afternoon class to explain to the class that I had not been in control of myself and that the Heroes/teachers believed a Villain was at work.

I relished in the fearful looks that over took some of their faces.

They pitied and were in awe of me.

"A target for a Villain so soon, shame."

"He's so calm, barely rattled at all!"

Others however look skeptical, unsure if he was telling the truth. Namely

''Oh well, I guess I can alter some memories tonight.'' I whisper to myself as I walk back to my room.

I throw myself onto my chair and let out a deep sigh before straightening myself out and getting to work. I schedule appointments with our brokers and look into some jobs we can do to get more funding for the League.

I also made some back up plans if the current plan for the USJ attack didn't work. The break in was happening on Tuesday, today is Thursday, quite enough time to perfect a few things and come up with a plan B and C.

After saving them I send the plans to All For One and my father. Then I crypted them and hid the evidence, so if anyone got into my computer all they would see was an over done sixth grade report on the Fox species and their habitat.

Exactly at 11:35 I received a message from Lucifer that the underling with the mind altering Quirk had arrived.
As soon as I had finished reading the message my burner phone rang.

"Reaper." He greeted me over the phone.

"Kanje." I greeted back.

I laid out my plans and who he was to target.

"A small, wide spread alteration I know but it's better this way." I reassure him after hearing his hesitation and with that our conversation ends.

He finishes within the hour and Kurogiri warps him out.

'It truly has been a long day.'