Blood of a Villain || MHA Fic! ||

1: Quirk Assessment Test

"You should eat your breakfast," the muscular pro pushed my plate closer to me with a frown. 

His lower canines were quite large, giving him an almost bulldog-like appearance. Although he was a bit rough around the edges, he was a kind individual and did try to complete his hero duties. Unfortunately for him, I knew his secret. He wasn't any different than the rest of the pro heroes. He was only in it for the fame and the money.

"I'm not hungry," I nudged the plate back towards him. His frown grew larger, but I stood up from the kitchen table and started to climb the stairs to the guest room he'd set up for me. Although he had introduced it as my bedroom whenever I was staying with him, it wasn't really mine. It was unfamiliar.

I wasn't allowed to bring any of my things from my old apartment with my mother, as the heroes couldn't be sure what it was. They didn't want to risk anyone's safety. Instead, the staff of U.A. each pitched in some money to replace my basic necessities, such as clothing and toiletries, while providing for my new requirements, such as school supplies.

I had been moved to Vlad King's house during the night just yesterday and hadn't really settled in yet. He had tried to make it comfortable for me, turning off all the nights and lighting the area with candles. I had discovered during my time in the hospital that my eyes were extremely sensitive to light, considering I'd spent years in the darkness.

The windows were all hidden behind curtains during the day, but Vlad King had promised to open them at night so I would be able to see outside. I had tried to peak outside this morning but ended up hurting my eyes from the bright light.

I pulled my backpack on and exited the dark room. My current guardian was waiting for me by the front door with his keys. He held my special sunglasses in his hand, that had been designed by the support class teacher to assist my learning. I silently placed them on my face just before Vlad opened the door, and the world seemed just as dark as it was when we were inside the house.

"Get in the car," he took my backpack and put it into the backseat with his teaching supplies. Gesturing for me to get in the front seat, I slipped inside and pulled my seatbelt on as he closed the door behind me.

I looked down at my wrists, fiddling with the bracelets I wore whilst he walked around the car. In the end, we sat in complete silence the entire ride to school. He didn't say anything about the bracelets as I tried to shift them into a more comfortable position. It was to be expected though since he was one of the individuals that put them on.

"We're here," he turned the wheel as the car pulled into a parking spot. "You're in Class 1-A. Meet me outside Class 1-B after school."

That seemed to be all he had to say before he climbed out of the driver's seat and I reached into the back to get my bag. He locked the car after I got out and walked with me to the front gate. Upon my bracelets going through the front gates, an LED turned a solid red colour. It had been explained to me by principal Nezu while I was in the hospital. My bracelets would keep track of my location and sent an alert to all of the staff members when I entered and left the school grounds.

Despite what they told the police about not blaming me for my father's crimes, it was apparent that they still had no trust in me. I didn't blame them, as they truly shouldn't, but that was another reason as to why heroes were fakes. It's no wonder my father had wanted to shelter me from them.

I would admit, it was nice to get out of the hospital they had been keeping me in. After my rescue, I had been moved into the mental ward of the main hospital in the city where they assessed my intelligence, thinking, use of quirk, and anything else they deemed important. They wanted to make sure the pro heroes had a clear report on both my mental and physical health before any of them agreed to become one of my many guardians.