Today is a shitty day.

That was the thought of our beloved Shinsou Hitoshi, resident brainwasher, cat lover, and the illegitimate son of Aizawa Shouta.

First, some asshole vandalized his desk, again. Then he was shoved and locked into the girl's bathroom, again. And then some thugs decided they'd rob the purple haired freak who looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

Shitty day indeed.

"Gimme yer mone-" a cough made it's way up the thug's throat, and some of them (even Hitoshi) stared in horror at the blood that seeped out between his teeth. The thug glared at him in anger.

"This ye quirk brat?! I'll kill ye!!" He and the others swung their fists, and Hitoshi shut his eyes, already used to it. But nothing happened.

"Huh, what a special scent of blood." Hitoshi slowly opened his eyes, and surpressed the urge to vomit.

Blood splattered everywhere, on the walls, the ground, the dumpsters,... it was sickening.

Seeing his pale face, the red haired man grinned. What's with this sick man..?

"Oh, they're not dead. Just lost some blood. That'll teach them not to hurt innocent civilians." The man turned and walked away.

"By the way, kid, be careful out here, your blood has an alluring scent just like their's." He waved, and before Hitoshi could muster up a 'wait', the stranger was gone.

"...What a weird person.. what's with my blood?"

Speaking of blood, he looked down and covered his mouth before running as fast as he could.

'Nope.'

-The next day-

Shizuki arrived at Bagodah beach just in time for the rookies to finish off their training of the day.

"Alrighty kids, get some water and rest up, you'll need it!" There were relieved sighs and breaths at the statement.

The vigilante closed his eyes and focused, regulating the three's blood flow without them noticing. Soon enough their bodies will get accustomized to the motions, and they'll have more emergency stamina.

Suddenly, a voice broke the peaceful atmosphere.

"What the- you?!"

All of them turned to the noise, and blinked. There looking at Shizuki with a mix of surprise and fear, is a purplenette with hair stood up messily, dark eye bags and dead eyes.

"Special-blooded kid No.4?"

Izuku, Himiko and Dabi slapped their faces while Hitoshi deadpan.

"Ignoring what Ketsuburo-san just said, you've met?" Izuku asked curiously.

"'Meet' is a light word for it." Hitoshi turned slightly green at the memory. He might've been traumatized.

"Hey, you'd rather me than Flaming Dumpster any day, Lynx-kid!" Shizuki protested.

"...Well, he's not wrong.. and it's Shinsou Hitoshi!" Hitoshi bit back in irritation.

"...Did you just call me a Lynx?"

"So?"

"You're weird."

" I know!"

"Flaming Dumpster aside, i'm starting to really question this man's sanity, even if he's training us."

This caught Hitoshi's attention. "You're training to be heroes?" He frowned.

"Well, no. We lost hope for those hypocrites long ago." Izuku deadpan.

"What happened?" Hitoshi found himself curious. While he still want to be a hero after everything, he understood how the hero world works. Ketsuburo, sensing the seriousness of the situation, left silently.

'These kids are really something. Those heroes better watch out if they ever face the kids in the future.' He grinned sadistically.

"All Might told me to give up my dream 'cuz i was quirkless." The burgundy haired male said nonchalantly, getting a disbelieving stare from the brainwasher.

"My bastard of a sperm donner is a high-ranking hero and he used my family to achieve his stupid ambition to surpass All Might. I was useless in his eyes because my quirk's 'garbage' while my baby brother's a 'masterpiece'. He hurt my baby brother." The tall, scarred male growled. Hitoshi now lost all respect for whoever that bastard is.

"I was kicked out of both my house and the orphanage, shunned and hated by everyone except the Midoriya family and Dabi because of my quirk." The girl said with a sad smile, making his heart clench. This girl, these people, they don't deserve it, the awful life they had to experience.

"What about you?" The redhead asked.

Hitoshi bit his lips. Should he? They might want to stay away too, but...

"My quirk... is Brainwashing.." He waited for a laugh, a taunt, or a sneer at all, but-

Dabi wolf-whistled. "Damn, i wish you could trade that quirk to me. I can tell the Trash to kill himself if i had that quirk." Hitoshi looked at the teen in disbelief.

"If i could make people shut up with that quirk, i will." The girl looked ready to kill, in a good way, which isn't very good to be honest. That made Hitoshi shudder.

"You. I would die for you." The cinnamon boi™ held his shoulders and said with a very serious voice.

Silence.

"Well, he's not wrong." The scarred one grinned.

That stunned Hitoshi so bad, his brain stopped working.

"Welcome to the Midoriya Protection Squad, Shinsou Hitoshi. I doubt Deku would let you go now that he knew what your quirk is." The raven rolled his eyes.

"Damn right i won't! Midoriya Izuku, otherwise known as Deku, nice to meet you!"

"Midoriya Dabi."

"Midoriya Himiko! You're so precious, Toshi-kun!"

Hitoshi blinked, finally willing himself to talk.

"You don't look like siblings." He said before he could realize what he had just said. But Izuku seemed to love surprising others.

"They're adopted by my mom."

"Damn right we are." The two grinned in sync.

"Oh, and for heads up.." Dabi leaned in. "If Izuku reads your past, be prepared for smothers and don't get offended."

Well, that was weird.

"Let's go to my house for a meal, Shinsou-kun!"

"Is Inko making Katsudon?"

"Hmm... she is!!"

"Then you must go Toshi-kun!! Her food is to die for, literally!!"

"Huge reccomendations."

"Stop forcing him, Dabi, Himiko!"

But Hitoshi won't trade that for the world. Not even for cats.

Especially Inko-san's cooking.

From afar, the Haemonkinetic vigilante chuckled.

Kids.

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Well... i could update the next chapter right now. But i am too lazy :v