"What the hell was that, last night?" Aizawa scoffed, shoving me into an empty room.

"What do you mean?" I asked, already having a good idea on what he was talking about.

"You know what I mean. I heard you through the microphone on your ear. You were giving Shigaraki information about the students. Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, and more. That's not part of the deal here." Aizawa stated firmly, already starting to get angry with me.

I sighed, leaning against the wall.

"I know what you're thinking. But, think about what I actually told Shigaraki, regarding the students. Did I give away any actual weaknesses, or anything that's secret information? No. I pretty much just re-worded what was said about them at the sports festival, and added my own twist on it, to make them sound weak and incompetent." I explained, noticing Aizawa was quiet.

I decided to continue. "Shigaraki is attracted to powerful things. I'm hoping that by downplaying the abilities of the UA students, he'll lose interest and move on." I said, boredly averting my gaze to the side.

Aizawa was quiet for a moment, taking in my words.

His anger dissipated slightly, as he groaned in frustration.

"I'm not comfortable with you talking about my students to the league of villains." Aizawa remarked.

I whipped my head around to look at him now.

"And you think I am? Do you know how hard it is to make someone like Katsuki Bakugou sound boring?" I chuckled dryly, before continuing.

"Look, you don't know Shigaraki like I do. You've seen the way he treats people, who don't give him what he wants. You saw it happen with me, first hand. I have a scar on my shoulder now, from where he decayed me. If I don't tell him something, he'll kill me. Then, you won't have anyone undercover to do this job." I replied, faintly hearing the students outside cheer for Eijirou and Sato.

Aizawa rubbed his temples in annoyance now, becoming thoroughly irritated with me.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" He asked.

Ouch. That hurt a little.

But, I understand. I'm still gaining their trust.

I was quiet, thinking about how to respond.

"Well.....I put my trust in the heroes. I wear that earpiece and camera you give me, everyday at the league of villains. I'm at risk here just as much as you are, if not more. I switched sides, Aizawa. I've made up my mind on where I want to be. I want to be here, with the heroes. I want to help. But, I understand if it will take you some time to trust me." I muttered softly.

"If I'm being honest with you, it will take me some time to fully trust you. I can never be too careful, Margo. Especially, when it comes to my students." Aizawa explained firmly, crossing his arms.

A perfect reason why he can't know Eijirou and I are dating. He wouldn't allow it.

"I get it." I simply replied, wanting to be done with this conversation.

"But, I appreciate you doing this. It's definitely a step in the right direction of full trust." He tried reassuring, looking at his watch now.

"Alright. Kirishima and Sato should be about done. I've got to get ready for Todoroki and Momo." Aizawa muttered, nodding me over to the door.

I wonder how Eijirou did on his final?

.......

I walked into the infirmary now, smiling at recovery girl.

"Oh dear, don't tell me you've hurt yourself again?" She cooed, already scolding me softly.

I chuckled at her words. "No. I'm just here to see a friend. Kirishima, actually. I heard he failed the exam, due to being knocked unconscious." I said, smiling weakly.

"Oh yes, he's right in that room over there. Poor thing looked exhausted when he came in here. I've got to head back out to monitor the rest of the exams. If he wakes up, make sure he hydrates." Recovery Girl explained, heading out of the nurses office.

I quietly entered Eijirou's room, squinting my eyes at the darkness.

He was out cold.

I walked over to his bed, sitting at the edge of it, taking in his face.

He looked beat up. But, nothing too bad. Just some cuts and bruises. His spiky hair had deflated though.

I gently brushed the messy hairs away from his forehead, watching his eyebrows furrow slightly.

"Hmmm..." he mumbled out tiredly, starting to shuffle around on the bed.

I raised my brow in amusement, as he stretched his arms over his head, letting out a long, drawn out groan.

"Ahhhmargo?" He croaked out dazedly, as he opened one eye.

"Hey." I replied softly, intertwining his hand with mine.

He smiled back at me, fluttering his other eye open. "Did I pass?!" He asked in excitement.

I cringed slightly, as I ran my thumb along his bruised knuckle.

"Well...." I started out, with a shrug, trying to break it to him easy.

He continued looking at me in anticipation, causing me to mutter profanities to myself.

This boy was clueless, sometimes.

"You.....did not pass." I stated matter of factly, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"Nooo!! Damn it!!" He whined out, throwing his head back on the pillow.

"But!! We just got the results in for the written exam." I sang out cheerfully, tossing him my phone.

He snatched the phone out of my hands, quickly scanning the list of students for his own name.

His eyes lit up immediately, upon seeing it.

"Are you kidding me!?! I got a 74 percent!!!" He exclaimed in pure elation. 

Hey, it's passing!

"I know!! You passed!" I said, matching his excitement.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without your awesome tutoring skills." He smiled, running his hand up my arm lightly.

"Hmm, what can I say? Guess I'm a genius." I joked, dramatically flipping my hair behind me.

Eijirou smirked, lightly rolling his eyes, as he kept scrolling on my phone.

"Hey, what score did you get?" He mumbled out, trying to find my name.

I shrugged, as I took our intertwined hands into my lap, absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

"Don't know. I didn't even bother to check." I chuckled.

"Let's see—WOAH!!" Eijirou exclaimed, his eyes popping out of his head.

"What?" I simply asked.

"Margo. You got a perfect score!! You tied for best score with Yaoyorozu!!" He called out, showing me the phone.

Wow, I did?

My brows raised slightly, in shock at my score.

Then I remembered why I'm really here....

"Hah, whatever. I'm book smart, but remember the citizen saving exercise? I suck at the important stuff. I'm not good, when the situation actually counts. Not like it matters. I'm not really a student here." I reminded him, indirectly reminding myself in the process.

"Says who?" Eijirou counteracted.

"Says the league of villains!" I laughed, lightly nudging his shoulder.

"You're not a villain anymore. I mean, if anything....Margo, you seem to have a real knack for this hero stuff." He remarked, looking at me in question.

I looked at him in confusion, before laughing him off.

"Hah. I don't know what you're implying, but whatever it is...forget about it." I replied, shaking my head.

"Come on. You said you never wanted to be a villain. Did you ever want to be a hero?" Eijirou asked softly, bringing me a little closer to him.

Boy, did I ever want to be a hero?

I was lost in thought now, remembering my childhood.

All the hero action figures I asked my parents for.

Creating little hero names for myself, the hero books I would read at the library. That's also probably why I tied Momo in the exams. I used to study everything about being a hero.

"Oh....I absolutely wanted to be a hero. It was my one dream." I whispered out, smiling dreamily at the memories.

Eijirou was quiet, studying my face...my demeanor.

"Oh yeah? What changed that dream?" He barely whispered back, not wanting me to close myself off from him.

So, I decided not to close myself off to him. At least not all the way.

"Well....back then...my parents...they always called my quirk a 'curse.' They said I ultimately had the ability to torture people, just like a villain would. T-They always used to say my quirk took away the free will that people had....that I could essentially control a person's life. They said I could take advantage of someone that way." I breathed out, letting out a little more than I meant to.

I've just been bottling up these emotions for so many years. I'm sure at some point I'll break down, causing everything to come out.

I began staring lost in thought, as my mind wanted me to go deeper into my dark past.

Suddenly, I felt Eijirou's fingers brush my jaw, pulling me out of the darkness, as he lightly turned my chin to look at him.

"We each make our own path. Forget what they said about you. Don't let them hold you back from your dream." Eijirou whispered, lightly bringing my head down to his.

He pressed my forehead to his, those crimson orbs gazing into my soul.

"You're special." He breathed out, closing his eyes.

Without another word, my lips immediately found his, desperately needing his kiss.

Eijirou ran his fingers through my hair, scooting over on the bed, before pulling me down next to him.

As soon as my head lightly hit the pillow, Eijirou's lips returned to mine, caressing my face, before lightly moving his hand down to my side.

I grabbed his face, pressing my body against his.

I let out a small sigh of comfort, as he wrapped his arms around me, his warmth radiating throughout my entire body.

"Eijirou." I breathed out, pulling away from the kiss to look at him.

His eyes were soft...relaxed.

"Thanks for believing in me. Thanks for trusting me." I whispered, remembering how Aizawa told me he doesn't trust me.

He smiled softly, gently brushing my hair out of my face.

I leaned forward, cuddling into his arms, resting my head against his chest.

He held me tightly, rubbing soft circles on my back.

I closed my eyes, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat.

We didn't even jump as the announcement went off outside.

"SHOUTO TODOROKI AND MOMO YAOYOROZU HAVE PASSED THE FINAL EXAM!!"

"I'm sure they just got lucky." Eijirou whispered teasingly.

I giggled softly, as I snuggled further into him.

"Oh, for sure." I chuckled.

Eijirou and I lay there together in peaceful silence, his soft circles on my back starting to put me to sleep.

"Recovery girl will be back soon." I whispered out dazedly.

"I don't care." He uttered softly.

"Neither do I." I mumbled, lifting my head to kiss him again.