Level Zero - Villain!Bakugou Rehabilitation

7 || Improvised Instructions

Whispering swept through the room behind Zero like wildfire, and though he couldn't decipher what was being said, there was an undeniable undertone of apprehension.

"You all know him as the big-time Villain Ground Zero, and until we can get a proper name, you'll address him as such. You are not under any circumstance to tell a soul outside of Class 1-A about this operation." Aizawa continued.

Zero felt a tiny spark of hope flare. The Heroes didn't know his real name, so they didn't know who he was before he became a Villain. Zero was still safe.

"Furthermore, you will treat him with respect. He is a trained killer and despite his young appearance, his hands have ended the lives of many. Chances are, if he were ever to escape from our security's precautions, he would not hesitate to kill you either."

Zero's brows rose. This guy certainly wasn't sugar coating anything. Again, not that Aizawa was wrong.

"Though he has taken Quirk suppressants and is wearing a repressive device, he is still dangerous. I expect you to treat him like you treat one another, though from what we know he won't return the sentiment. However, none of you will fight him outside of supervised trainings."

Eraserhead gave it a moment to sink in.

"Even for those who got in on individual recommendations, it is more than likely that you would not win in combat against him."

This time, the class was not so careful as to keep their exclamations quiet.

"Sensei, do you think he'd be able to beat you?"

"How old is he?"

"Mr Aizawa, is he strong enough to take on Todoroki-kun or Yaomomo?"

"How many people has he killed?"

"What does he look like?"

"Enough!" The louder shout was accompanied by a heavy 'thump' of something hitting wood.

"I will answer the questions I heard, but that is all. After that, if you want the truth, you'll have to find out for yourselves. And I can tell you now, that's easier said than done."

An expectant hush fell over the class as they waited for their teacher to follow through with his promise.

"We don't know his exact age, but he is not yet eighteen and has been in the field for a decent six years. Make of that what you will.
He is without question more than capable of taking on Todoroki or Yaoyorozu and winning, possibly both at the same time. There's no way of knowing for sure, and I don't plan on finding out.
We do not know the exact number of people he has killed, but it is more then what you are thinking.
You can see what he looks like for yourselves when I call him in, and I expect you not to point fingers."

"Sensei?" Spoke up a curious voice.

"Yes Ashido."

"You didn't answer my question sir. Is he good enough to beat you?"

Silence.

"I can neither confirm nor deny. It would be a close match, but again, just pray that you will never have to know." Then, in a louder voice, "You can come in now."

For the first time in a long, long while, Zero did as he was told.

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Roughly shoving open the door, he strolled in and stood in front of the class, skimming over the sea of faces with bored eyes. There were more gasps and whispers, but Zero's face remained as unimpressed and irritated as ever.

"One of our students is sick today," Aizawa said, gesturing with his chin to an empty desk. "You can take their spot for now, and we will have a new desk for them moved in later today."

Zero clicked his tongue, but complied to the unspoken order. He stalked through the isle closest to the wall and window with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, stopping by the open seat. Glancing slowly from one side to the other, Zero checked over the people in front of and behind him.

There wasn't really much to look at one seat up though, considering all that was visible of the girl in front of him was her uniform. Her Quirk must have some kind of camouflage or invisibility side effect, Zero supposed.

The boy behind was almost as plain. With a mess of forest green hair and matching eyes, the small statured kid had an innocent look about him. It pissed Zero off.

His temper only worsened when the freckled boy stirred a memory in the back of his head that he couldn't quite recall...

Slouching in the chair of the absent extra, Zero figured the smiling boy behind him might have just been one of the kids he fought at the USJ. Yeah, that was probably it.

Despite this revelation, Zero couldn't shake the feeling that the USJ wasn't the only place he'd seen him.