***(Y/N) POV***

"He's a what now?"

Yamada chuckled as he guided me through the Yuuei halls, our arms hooked together as though we were two tweenage girls at the mall.
"A rat, dog, bear thing. I'm not even sure, really...Yo, Shota! What even is Nezu, anyway?" He called out ahead, where I presumed the stoic ravonet was leading the way.
"I couldn't care less."

Dude, lighten up...

I was nervous, to say the least. The prestigious school was usually swarming with heroes, and I wasn't one of them. The opposite, really. I was just waiting for cuffs to be slapped on. Sure, I trusted the two men who were putting their necks out for me, but paranoia was unavoidable.

"Okay, just play it cool! He's a nice guy!" Yamada pulled me forward a little faster, and I felt my shoulder bump against a door frame.
"So, this is the young woman you mentioned on the phone, Eraser?" A slightly squeaky voice piped up, growing closer as the stranger spoke to us. "A pleasure to meet you! You may call me Nezu. I am the principal here at Yuuei!" I bowed a little, hopefully in the right direction, and clung to Yamada's arm a bit tighter.

"Nice to meet you. You may call me (Y/N). Sorry if I'm intruding." I responded, trying to keep my nerves at bay. It wasn't often that I became nervous, but I was completely out of my element here.
"Not at all, not at all! Any friend of my staff is a friend of mine! Would you like some tea? I also have some shortbread if you're peckish?" Finding some of my lost courage, I released Yamada's arm and followed the voice, sitting down once my toes tapped against wood. "My, you're certainly good at moving around without your sight! May I ask why you're blindfolded?"

Here we go. Time to expose my bitch-ass self...

"I kind of don't have a choice when I'm around other people. My quirk can't be shut off." I explained vaguely, crossing my legs. "Oh, and I'll pass on the tea, thanks..." Hearing the trickle of liquid from across the desk made my bladder scream inside me, but I ignored it.
"I see. If you don't mind me prying, could you tell me more about this quirk of yours?"

Dammit, Shota...Couldn't you have just told him on the phone?

Somebody sat to the left of me, and I felt a pressure added to my backrest, telling me that somebody; likely Aizawa due to the faint scent of aniseed, was leaning against it.
"Alright, well...I guess you could say I'm like Medusa, from greek mythology. When somebody looks into my eyes, they basically turn to stone..." I began, leaning back so I was pressing against Aizawa's fingers. "They don't, like, turn grey or whatever...It's more like...cryogenic freezing? I dunno, it's hard to explain..." I was struggling. I hated talking about my stupid quirk.

"From experience, I can say that it's like you've been solidified from the inside out. Perfect preservation, without any physical changes, besides being unable to move, speak...even breathe. It seems to defy all logic." Aizawa took over, and I silently thanked him. "If memory serves me correct, the longer (Y/N) looks at a person, the longer they stay like that." The apparent rat, bear, dog, thing hummed, followed by an obnoxious slurping sound.
"How remarkable!"

Wait, what the fuck?

"I believe I've heard rumours about you floating around the hero network, Miss (Y/N)! I wouldn't say it's a positive reputation, but a reputation nonetheless." Sucking my lips into my mouth, I waited, knowing exactly what he was going to continue with. "As heroes, it would be our duty to detain you..."

Knew it...

"With all due respect, Sir...we both believe (Y/N) to be a special case. She will not be taken into custody." Aizawa's voice was almost threatening, and he pulled one of his hands out from behind my back to place it upon my shoulder.
"I know the three of you share some kind of childhood bond, but that is no excuse to break the law." Nezu spoke clearly and surely, and I regretted my decision to come. "Though, I do agree that she is a special case..."

"H..huh..?" Expressing my complete confusion, I straightened up in my seat, head tilting to the side. "Sorry, but I'm lost. Are you sending me to the big house or not?" The chair across from me squeaked, followed by the pitter patter of footsteps as the principal rounded the desk, stopping close by me. Aizawa pivoted my seat, and I waited for an explanation.

"Eraserhead, would you be so kind as to  use your quirk on her? I would like to see her entire face. I'm sure she's over wearing that, anyway." Feeling my blindfold being removed, I squeezed my eyes shut, the insides of my eyelids changing from black to a faint red as the light hit them.
"It's okay, you can look. I'll warn you if I need to blink." Aizawa stepped away from me, and cautiously I opened my eyes.

Oh fuck, it's a rat!

Principal Nezu looked like a cheap online bootleg of a popular children's character. That was the only way I could describe him. His small, furry smile didn't really ease my concerns, and I just stared at him as he studied me.
"You have stunning eyes, Miss (Y/N)! Such a pity they have to be hidden away!" He complimented, causing me to feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Uh, thanks..." I murmured, glancing between Aizawa and Yamada, silently asking them to get me the hell out of there.
"I have a deal I would like to make with you." Nezu pointed to me with an ivory paw, and I felt a little bit more of my confidence seep back into my body.
"I've been making a lot of those lately...What is it? If you're gonna ask me to rat...uh...snitch on any other criminals, you're dreaming. I don't even know any, really...One or two that aren't worth the effort..."

Well, one might be...but I'm not gonna double cross Kagero...

Waving me off, the sharply dressed rodent continued to smile, starting to rock and and forth on his heels.
"No, that isn't of interest to us. I have always wanted to begin a certain program, to no avail. Kind of a rehabilitation thing, I suppose. Now, I know you aren't a horrendous villain, or anything, Miss (Y/N), but you are wanted by law enforcement, correct?"

Nodding, I glanced over to Aizawa, who looked like he was having issues with keeping himself from blinking, so I closed my eyes.
"You're not wrong about that, but I'm not really one for those twelve step movements, man...um, I mean Sir." The idea irked me out. I didn't need to be rehabilitated in any way, shape or form. Not once had I intentionally hurt anybody, nor had I committed any violent crimes. I was just trying to survive.

"That's not the kind of rehabilitation I was referring to. Perhaps that wouldn't be the right word for it? The goal would be to remodel you into a hero!" Rich Ratatouille had to have been on some chronic shit to even think that would work for a second. It was almost laughable, but I tried not to let it show.
"Yooo, that's a rad idea! I could be your mentor! We could totally kick ass!" Yamada sounded like he was bouncing up and down in excitement, but me? I wasn't buying it at all.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, but I grew out of my little hero fantasy a long-ass time ago. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer, but it isn't for me." That wasn't really the truth, but I knew it wasn't a possibility for me. No matter how I played it over in my mind, it always ended the same way. My quirk would screw it all up.
"It's either that or prison, Miss (Y/N)!"

Without even thinking, my eyes shot open, and I glared at the devious furball in shock. He continued to smile and move naturally, and it was then that I noticed Aizawa standing off to the side; a little closer this time, irises glowing red and hair standing on end.
"If we had known this had been a dirty trick we wouldn't have brought her here...Sir..." He sounded ticked off, just as I felt, and Yamada didn't look too impressed either. Completely relaxed, the principal didn't falter, padding back over to his seat and climbing up.
"I know it may sound harsh, but sometimes, when somebody in need of help refuses, it's best to narrow their choices a smidge!"

Bet I could punt this little fucker into the waste paper basket with my eyes closed!

"So, what will it be, Miss (Y/N)? Will you accept my proposal?" Standing up, I turned my head away, sending the daggers meant for him into the far wall.
"I honestly don't see much for me to gain from this, so I'm leaning towards incarceration..." I could see Yamada pouting from my peripherals, but I didn't care. I was as stubborn as he was loud.
"You would learn the ropes, and everything required to become a hero. I could call in a favour from the local police department to have your files expunged, and you could earn a wage, if you so desire. Eraser boasted your flexibility and technique, so you could pass on your knowledge.'

He had to have been joking. A criminal working with students? Being paid to work with students? The whole idea sounded preposterous to me, but the mention of money was sort of reeling me in.
"Aw, Shota...How sweet..." I wasn't exactly being sarcastic, but it sure came out that way. "What would my limitations be? I mean, if this is, quote unquote, rehabilitation, then surely I would be restricted?"

Yeah, you go girl! Ask the real questions! Sound smart!

I closed my eyes once more as Aizawa gave me a signal that he needed to rest his poor peepers, and I heard Nezu drum his nails...claws..(?)..against the desk.
"I believe a system similar to bail would work well enough. You certainly aren't dangerous, that much I can tell. You would do regular check ins with staff members, daily to begin with, and be assigned a mentor, as Present Mic mentioned earlier. Though, sorry to say, I believe he is already much too busy with his schedule to be said mentor."

Despite not being too fond of the conditions, the promise of money had buttered me up. Puffing out my cheeks, I slowly released my breath in little, rhythmic bursts, arms folding across my chest.
"Who would this mentor be?" I already had my suspicions, but I needed to hear it out loud.
"Why, Eraserhead, of course!"

The familiar, exhausted groan filled the room, and I smirked to myself, knowing I had yet again annoyed him, just like the good old days.
"Sir, don't you think I've got enough on my plate, what with the first years and all? Not to mention patrols and-"
"Great! It's settled! Now, is that acceptable, Miss (Y/N)?"

Not really...but it's Shota...Besides, I'm sure Oboro would have wanted me to...

Blindly moving forward, I held my hand out, making sure to lower it to a level I felt would be reachable for the asshole principal.
"Let's make a deal, then, Rumpleratskin..." I sighed, teeth clenching as I felt a fuzzy paw latch onto my hand and shake it firmly.
"Marvelous! Oh, by the way, just so we can keep track of your whereabouts, you'll be moving in with your mentor! I forgot to mention that!" I tried to withdraw my hand in an instant, but he wouldn't let go, sealing my fate in his hideously adorable mitt.
"Hold on, I never agreed to any of this!"

Whoo boy...This is more than my simple head meat can handle right now...

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***So, either I didn't scrub my gas mask enough or in allergic to makeup remover, because I have burning red circles around both my eyes. Pray I don't go blind y'all pffft.

Next Time: It's MAHOGANY***