A/N: This will start out rough until I get into the groove of this, you were warned T.T

There weren't many heroines in the world. There were few and far between in the male hero dominating society. Hidden gems one could say. Which is exactly why it was such a big deal when one rose to the top as a hero. With this being said, it's also why hero schools around the world began to train their females harder than the males once the media made light of this.

U.A was no different and drilled their female students harder than the guys. More specifically, Shota Aizawa did. No one said he liked it either, but with this new incoming group of bright eyed and bushy tailed students - they may be able to change his look on the matter.

"Mina Ashido"

Accepted.

"Ochako Uraraka"

Accepted.

"Kyoka Jiro"

Accepted.

"Toru Hagakure"

Accepted.

"Momo Yaoyoruzu"

Accepted.

"Tsuyu Asui"

Accepted.

Six girls. Six aspiring female heros to be and they to be under his care once the school year started and it was there they would remain until graduation. On the roster though, there was a slot for a seventh name.

"Who and where's the seventh student?" Shota asked, looking to Nezu. The mouse-bear creature had been sitting at his desk with his paws folded together, though he didn't stay there long.

"We have to go get her and add her name to the roster." Nezu stated, hopping down from his lush leather chair. "Hm?" Shota hummed as he watched the principal shrug on his coat and make his way to the door. "Her name is Juneri. Juneri Karisawa. A young teen with two very powerful quirks." Nezu breifed, the taller of the two opening the door for them both. "There weren't any canidates in the exam with multiple quirks." Aizawa said as a fact and followed after his boss.

"No, there wasn't." Nezu didn't deny. "She didn't participate at all. An old friend of mine told me about Juneri. Unfortunately, my friend doesn't have enough pull to offer up an official reccomendation - so I am in her place." Nezu mused.

"She must be impressive in action then to have captured your eye." Aizawa said lazily, beginning to tap out of the conversation. "Oh, I have no idea. I've never met the girl before." this however, had brought him back to. "I only know as much as I was told, Aizawa-san, but I trust in my friend and her judgement." Nezu proclaimed.

"And how exactly, does your friend know the girl?" Shota questioned. Thinking for a moment, Nezu opened his mouth to reply. "Juneri's had a hard life." he said instead of answering the teacher's question.

"She's struggled to control what she's been gifted with, more often than not she ended up hurting those around her. Friends, family, teachers, classmates. There are even rumors that she accidentally killed her own mother when she was a child. On top of that, Juneri's put her father in the hospital multiple times throughout her life. During her second year of junior high she put him in there for the last time, he's given up on her. Called her a lost cause and disowned Juneri, going as far as to throw her out on the street with nothing but the clothes on her back." Nezu said somberly.

A healthy silence passed between the two males all the way up to the point they enetered Nezu's car, the principal nodding to his driver to signal to begin the journey to their destination. "You've explained who she is, but not where she is." Aizawa mused quietly, looking out the window at the passing scenery. "It didn't take long for Juneri to get herself in trouble with the law after she had been thrown out." Nezu replied.

"And after receiving reports about her from a local jail and looking into her history themselves, the government ordered a high max security prison to keep her locked away until staff can assure she is under control." Nezu told the man.

Aizawa was silent the rest of the way to the high max prison holding U.A's seventh female student of this years' hero crop. Even more so when going through all the security checkpoints to get into the place.

"Nezu!" a woman's voice cried, gaining his and Shota's attention. It was a woman in a long white lab coat. Her hair was platnium blonde and pulled back into a high pony tail to show off her pretty blue eyes and clear skin. Under her lab coat she wore a black pencil skirt, a blue shirt and some black heels. A clipboard was tucked away snuggled in the crook of her arm.

"Haruhi-chan!" Nezu returned the call tenderly, unashamedly launching himself into the taller woman's arms once she was close enough. Laughing together, the duo took a moment to enjoy being in each other's prescence before sobering up. "It's good to see you again, Nezu." the blonde woman smiled down at the principal warmly.

Looking up, the woman then noticed Shota standing there and watching the interaction. "Ah, hello" Haruhi greeted with a nervous giggle. "My name is Haruhi. The lead psycologist here" she offered a hand to shake and Aizawa obliged. "Shota Aizawa." he greeted shortly but not unkindly. A look of recognition overcame the woman's face at the sound of his name.

"Oh! So you're the one that's going to be teaching Juneri!" Haruhi exclaimed excitedly. "This is going to be fantastic! It's about time the poor child got out of here and entering the hero business will be good for her. Come along now, I can bring you to her." Haruhi said rather quickly, leaving no time for either male to reply before she was walking off. "How has everything been going?" Nezu asked as they breifly paused at the door - the woman needing to swipe her work badge in order to get the door to unlock.

"Collectively fantastic! Most of my patients are showing amazing progress." the blonde had a bit of a distant look to her eye as she thought about those under her care, a soft look complimenting her features.

"Well with you working with them, I don't doubt it." Nezu smirked. "Haruhi used to work in the same facility that I was experimented on." the principal answered Aizawa's unspoken question on how the duo knew each other. "The only thing is that Haruhi actually tried to help me. She fed me, gave me water, healed my wounds and tried to stop the experiments on me. It took a while but she finally did it." Nezu finished and gave a close eyed grin to his good friend.

Shota decided to say nothing in responce to this, he merely trailed behind the duo and internally pondered over the events unfolding before him as they traveled throughout the prison. After about the 100th swipe of her badge, the trio finally exited the building and landed in an enlarged court yard that had been sectioned off into different areas.

There were some prisoners walking the track that encircled the enter outdoor courtyard, some played basketball, some lifted weights and there were those who simply were sitting down and enjoying the little fresh air they were granted each day. On the other side of the court yard was another part of the prison and above the doors did bright red letters spell out 'Psychiatric Ward'.

"Nezu." Shota refused to take another step and for good reason. Taking on a student with mental health issues into the top hero program of the country was asking for trouble. He wouldn't be apart of it. "Aizawa." Nezu said warningly, knowing what the man was thinking. "Juneri's not insane" Haruhi quipped knowingly. "I've observed and evaluated her mind myself for months. She doesn't have any mental health issues" the doctor repeated.

"Killing your own mother and putting your father in the hospital over and over again doesn't classify as being mentally ill?" Aizawa challenged lowly. "She couldn't help it - she couldn't control it. A lack of control due to inexperience does not necessarily display a sickness of the mind. " Haruhi defended. "For years on end though, Doctor Haruhi?" Aizawa asked doubtedly, annoyance sinking into his voice.

"How could she when no one would help her?!" the psychologist finally snapped with a glare and then forced herself to take a calming breath once she realized she had just lost her cool with the man. "Just come and meet her for yourself. You'll see that she's not insane like you think she is." the blonde said lowly before turning on her heel and walking away.

Nezu followed in a heart beat but the Eraser hero hesitated for a few moments, sighing in defeat when he ultimately followed after his companions across the court yard. The journey through the psych ward was a much more silent one for the traveling group of three, only the sounds of the inmates and staff filled their ears as they walked. Eventually Haruhi led the two school professionals to an elevator and pushed the bottom most button offered on the panel.

After a short ride down and through another series of doors, Haruhi finally led the two males to a small room with a one way mirror. Flicking on a few switches, the psychologist brought the room to light and powered up the computers and monitoring systems around them all. "Okayy~" Haruhi exhaled, and pushed a little red button that powered up a microphone sticking out from the panel.

"Wakey, wakey Juneri!~" Haruhi trilled, flipping another switch and lighting up the other side of the mirror. Aizawa and Nezu were greeted with the sight of a white padded room and in the far corner was a hunched figure huddling on her shins and knees in a pair of stark white pants.

A straight jacket grasped tightly at its' wearer and a rubber band held back a mane of thick brown, curly hair. The girl dubbed Juneri however, didn't move an inch. "Juneri." Haruhi said more sternly, successfully gaining movement from the girl.

It was easy to see the heavy sigh the girl enacted at the psychologists' call. "Hello, Miss Haruhi." Came the practiced response from the young teen. "Hello, Juneri….I have a surprise for you, you know." The blonde sang tantalizingly, smirking when her young charge began to come alive in the corner of the room.

Straightening out from her hunched position, Juneri sat back on her knees and turned just enough to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Or rather, stare where she knew Haruhi was standing - where she always stood as a matter of fact.

'I really hope she likes them, this will be a good opportunity of Juneri, she doesn't belong here. It's no place for a girl to grow up.'

Aizawa and Nezu remained silent as they took in the girl's features. It was a chocolate skinned girl who held small bags under her eyes. Said eyes happened to be two colors; one being dark brown and the other being hazel. Around the hazel eye was a large circular patch of light skin, giving her a unique look.

'The poor child, she looks so defeated and at such a young age. Like a dying animal that needs to be put out of its' misery. Reminds me a bit of my time back at the facility...'

'A straight jacket for easier control over her incase she needs to be transported somewhere...but why keep her hands bound if one of her quirks is telekinesis? Wouldn't she need something around her head to stop the quirk from manifesting in the first place? It was possible she would, but if the draw back to her quirk is that she needs to be able to use her hands to channel the power then that's why they're tied down and why her head remains free…' Aizawa shifted on his feet.

'Telepathy was her other quirk Nezu said, can she read our minds now? Does she know we're here?...Tch regardless of the fact, the girl shouldn't leave the prison if she can't control her quirk. If the government sent her here then no doubt they're going to be on our case the entire time she's enrolled in U.A.- it's detrimental and irrational to have a looming cloud over us like that when trying to train future heros.'

Juneri had remained motionless as the men examined her but once she blinked moments later, having no more interest in reading the minds of the individuals, Juneri turned back around and returned to her hunched position from before.

"I don't want a surprise Miss Haruhi, I'm okay." Juneri stated dejectedly. "What? But you don't even know what it is, June." Haruhi frowned sadly. "No thank you." Came the simple reply. "But why?" The blonde women's voice raised an octave through her incredulous stupor.

"A dying animal that needs to be put out of its misery would only be deterimental and irrational to the process of training a new generation of heros. I ought to stay here."

Nezu and Aizawa both flinched to varying degrees upon hearing pieces of their thoughts come out of the girl's mouth. Haruhi's brow furrowed and frown deepened as she echeod the words faintly back at her. "Dying...detriment-" the doctor stopped herself and glared murderously at the two males who winced guiltily. "What the hell is wrong with you-?!" Haruhi began to yell but then stopped abruptly when a realization hit her.

"Wait a minute," the blonde breathed and turned back to look to Juneri's hunched form. "This glass is made to stop prevent quirks from leaking through, so is your straight jacket…" Haruhi said absently and then broke out into a beaming smile. "You're getting stronger, Juneri! This is great news!" she laughed, pulling out her clip board and scribbling down this new development.

"When did they top being effective?" Haruhi asked the teen eagerly. The blonde psychologist didn't get a verbal answer right away from the girl. Instead she was given a physical one. The one way glass between the adults and the teen began shaking by a small amount but still to a noticeable degree and much to the onlookers surprise - and Haruhi's glee, the glass completely lifted out of the metal frame holding it and floated on over to Juneri's hunched over side.

"It stopped working awhile ago."

To say that Haruhi was pleased was an understatement. The well educated woman was positively through the roof at this new development besides the fact that she was only now learning about it. "Up, up, up!" Haruhi lept over the now windowless ledge and ran over to Juneri's side, pulling the girl to her feet forcibly. "We have some drills to do~" the blue eyed woman trilled and pushed Juneri along, looking to her expectantly when it came to opening the door of the padded room.

Blinking, Juneri mentally opened the door wise ease much to her older friend's pleasure and allowed herself to be pushed along and out of the sight of Aizawa and Nezu. Traveling about three doors down, Haruhi left Juneri at a set of stairs and motioned for her adult companions to follow her once they caught up - the brunette meandering her way down the steps one by one.

"Just wait until you see this girl move." Haruhi squeaked excitedly, swiping her badge into a card reader and entering another room similar to the last one they were in. The only difference was that there was no padded room on the other side of the glass window, instead it was a large and spacious room with nothing but deep blue metal walls.

Not to mention it also had a cavernous design to it, the floor of the room happened to be many feet below and it was down below did they see Juneri wander in. "Alright Juneri," Haruhi spoke into a microphone. "Let's see you sweat a little bit, yeah?" the psychologist inquired, typing some commands into the computer stationed in the viewing room.

"I don't like to sweat"

Aizawa huffed a small laugh at this but watched closely as the girl unbound herself with her telekinesis before began to stretch out her limbs. "Alright, let's go for scenario T-1978654089." Haruhi announced with her head tilted upwards towards the ceiling and pushed the enter key on the computer she was working on. "Let's show a sense of urgency too, June, yeah?" the woman said before a light flashed in the room, blinding its occupants temporarily.

Recovering from the flash of light, Aizawa and Nezu were no longer looking down at a girl in an empty room - they were looking at a girl standing alone in the street of a city filled with chaos. Buildings were destroyed, cars were trashed from having crashed into light poles or buildings, dead bodies were laid out amongst the ground, piles of rubble were everywhere and civilians struggling to find cover.

Sighing, Juneri daresay pouted at being made to complete the drill but she took off none the less, darting into the chaotic environment around her. "What's the objective?" Nezu asked, watching the girl move about- using her telekinesis to blast villians out of her path.

Nezu noted that whenever one was defeated, they disappeared entirely. Nezu also noted that she didn't shy from using her telekinesis to lift objects and throw them at opponents or to help free trapped civilians. It was clear that she had a good grasp over her offensive type quirk and it left the principal wondering what caused the teen to lose control.

"The objective of every hero." Haruhi said simply.

"Defeat the villans and save the innocents. In this scenario there are an indeterminent number of civilians that need to be saved. Juneri has to work her way through the streets and take down as many foes as possible while saving others before the timer runs out. If an innocent dies, then the simulation stops and is marked as a failed drill." Haruhi explained.

"Her track record?" Nezu asked next. "Her top score would roughly translate to about 50 villian points in your enterance exams. Her 'rescue' points being about 38 or so, but now that I know her powers are growing - those numbers could change entirely." his friend concluded. Aizawa remained indifferent to the brunette's performance down below. All he could think about was everything she was doing wrong the moment it happened.

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Juneri unhappily wiped sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her straight jacket, plopped in the middle of the floor panting away. "Nasty." she sneered at the wet spot now on her sleeve. Juneri had been glaring at the spot on her sleeve when the door leading to her suddenly opened and in rushed Haruhi.

"I'm so proud of you!" the energetic blonde threw herself onto the young teen, successfully squashing her to the floor. "77 villian points and 55 rescue points in record time!" Haruhi exclaimed giddily, despite Juneri's pained groans.

"Thanks, Miss Haruhi," Juneri wheezed and then pushed the woman off of her with ease and sat up. "I am going to have to agree with Haruhi, Juneri-san." Nezu voiced, he and Shota joining the duo with his paws held behind his back.

"Your score topples an examinee's score we had who scored similarly to you in the villian category, but with your additional rescue points-you blew his score out of the water entirely. We at U.A would be honored to have you amongst our ranks" he foretold with a smile, causing Haruhi to squeal excitedly beside Juneri. The brunette herself simply blinked at this shortly before a conflicted and troubled look overcame her features.

"It's not safe." Juneri frowned, subconsciously beginning to fold in on herself. "Not safe?" Nezu echoed with a frown and leaned in real close to her face. "Dear girl, I've never seen a prospect show as much potential as you did during the simulation. There is plenty of room to improve but that is to be expected. Nevertheless, you controlled yourself well down there." Nezu complimented genuinley. Juneri's expression failed to change.

"If you are that worried about losing control, that's what Aizawa is for." Nezu smirked, confusing the girl. "This is my hero course's homeroom teacher - Shota Aizawa. He's also a pro hero." the principal motioned to the man himself. Juneri's eyes trailed over to the dark haired male who offered a slight jerk of his chin upwards in greeting.

"Aizawa's quirk allows him to erase the quirks of others with a single glance. Not only can he erase your quirk, he can also help you keep a hold on it. If you decide to join us anyways." Nezu finished. Juneri didn't bother to say anything, she just looked off to the side so she didn't have to look at any of the adults in front of her.

"Why are you trying to get rid of me?" she directed the question to Haruhi. "I don't cause trouble, and there hasn't been an incident in over a year." Juneri frowned sadly. "It's not a matter of getting rid of you, Juneri." Haruhi said tenderly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't belong here, you deserve a life on the outside. Not within these walls." she spoke softly.

'But I do….' Juneri thought to herself guiltily, thinking back to those she's hurt because she couldn't control her quirk. "You can't keep lingering in the past." Haruhi said knowingly. " You have to move forward eventually, Juneri. This opportunity doesn't come around often and you would be a fool to pass it up. This is your chance to do good in the world and help others, maybe even some who are like you." the woman pointed out.

"I don't even have a home to go to." she pointed out after a heartbeat of silence, " No way to support myself." Juneri pointed out obviously. "U.A will be taking care of that as well, miss Karisawa" Nezu spoke again, gaining their attention. "More specifically, Aizawa is" he expanded, a smirk on his face. The man himself, widened his eyes in surprise at this being brought to light.

Nezu hadn't said anything to him about housing the girl. Juneri herself looked doubtfully at the mouse-bear creature. "It only makes sense that you live with him on the grounds of what his quirk is and the fact he'll be your homeroom teacher. Not to mention that it wouldn't be forever, once you make a name for yourself out there you could move out" Nezu reasoned, speaking to the man and girl alike.

"What about the government?" Shota grunted, "I don't want to be baby sat while I teach." he complained. "They won't bother you." Haruhi assured, "I've been working with them for months over this and finally I got them to crack about her release. No doubt it's only because of U.A's reputation as an institution and the staff they employ. The most they'll ask for from you is bi-monthly reports that you can send my way so it can be forwarded to them and that's it."

Aizawa sighed heavily through his nose, rubbing his face tiredly with a hand. He would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit impressed with the young girl. She definitley had potential and wouldn't completely be a pain in his ass if she kept up with this reserved persona in class and out. If worse came to worse then Nezu was right, he could always erase her quirk in order to minimalize damages to the school and others.

"...Well?" Juneri heard Aizawa lowly ask and looked up at him timidly from her spot on the floor. "You going to become a hero or not, Juneri Karisawa?"

Juneri's eyes fell to the ground below as she thought it over. 'Please just try Juneri.' Haruhi's thoughts rang out to her. ' At the most, give it a year, do it for me.' the woman pled. Mother fucker. Sighing in defeat, Juneri looked up at her new caretaker and nodded once. "Okay." she murmured in a small voice, only somewhat smiling when Haruhi squealed with joy and pulled the girl in for a hug.

"We'll go get everything tied up and we'll finally get you out of here!" Haruhi promised and released the girl, pulling herself and Juneri up to their feet. "Oiii~ Monomi." Haruhi pulled a walking talkie out of her pocket and spoke into it. Monomi just so happened to be the Warden of the prison and Haruhi's best friend. It wasn't unusual for the warden to favor the psychologist and her requests when it came to her patients.

Within reason of course, and thankfully Monomi had been rather tolerant of Juneri and Haruhi's requests regarding her. This was the exact reason why she was getting out in the first place, though the blonde did have to show proof that the young teen was ready to leave of course.

"What is it, Blondie?"

"Juneri's agreed to go to the school. Let the guards know and send the release papers down to the boys at the front desk please. I have Nezu and Juneri's new guardian with me now so they can sign them." Haruhi instructed the other person, the group following after the psychologist when she made her way towards the door leading out to the stairs one had to climb in order to get out to the hallway.

Juneri was slower to follow the adults, but she noticed she was not as slow as Aizawa. The man with bloodshot eyes lagged behind her. Using her telekinesis, Juneri bound her own arms back into a locked position in the straight jacket before she had even reached the stairs. 'Why do you bind your arms and hands when it's clear it's not useful?' Aizawa's thoughts rang out to the girl.

'It makes the others feel safer. Staff and prisoners alike' Juneri projected her own thoughts into his mind. Aizawa's head turned sharply onto the girl before him when he heard her reply in his own head.

"Sorry" Juneri said aloud, feeling his stare on the back of her head. She knew many people didn't like it when she answered their questions mentally, more so when she had read their minds in the first place. Without waiting for a responce - verbally or mentally - Juneri hurried up the steps after Nezu and Haruhi.

It was once the group of four reached the court yard did they hit a snag in their travels.

"Oh shit." Haruhi sighed exasperated at the sight of three armed guards making their way towards her group. Makoto - the man who thought he ran this prison- was marching towards them rather briskly and the burly man did not look happy. In fact, his already upset mug worsened when he seen Juneri was out and walking - with no guards at that.

"Can I help you?" Haruhi asked calmly despite her irritation. "What the hell is the inmate doing out of the psych ward without bindings and an escort?" Makoto growled, his burly form towering over them all with ease. How a straight jacket didn't count as bindings confused Aizawa and Nezu alike. "Juneri's earned the right to walk without them" Haruhi said calmly, " and plus, she doesn't need an escort because she's being released." she finished.

"RELEASED?!"

Haruhi smirked at the outraged look upon the man's face. "She can't be relased, she's a danger to society!" Makoto argued, pointing a meaty finger at the girl in question.

"You don't even have the authority to release her!" he accused additionally, looking down his nose at the woman. This of course had not gone over well with the blonde. "First of all, I do have authority you pig headed dunce." she snapped with a heated glare, slapping down Makoto's hand harshly. "Secondly, Juneri's no more dangerous to society than any of us for that matter. If you have a problem with it, take it to the higher ups." Haruhi sneered.

"You think I won't, you stuck up cooze?!" Makoto snapped, "You're just as crazy as the rest of those mental fuckers you have in your ward. I've watched you clear dozens of psychotic bastards to go back out into public on 'good behavior and a cured mental state' but I'm not going to let you release this one."

Raising a hand pointedly, Haruhi snapped her fingers soundly in the air."Watch me." she whispered sassily, it being loud enough for everyone to hear. Turning on her heel, she proceeded to walk around the trio of guards. The woman had only gotten a good three steps in before Makoto whipped around himself and lashed out to grab at the woman. Before he could though, the man stopped rather oddly - like his body had been frozen in time. 'Don't touch her.' a hiss echoed in the minds of everyone present.

The other two guards present were immediately on alert and had their guns drawn on Juneri. "Get on the ground - NOW!" one barked but Juneri didn't move, she continued to glare murderously at Makoto who had dared to make a harmful move against her friend.

Haruhi turned around hurridley, her eyes bouncing between Juneri and Makoto. "Juneri." she said softly but made no move to stop the teen. Not even when Makoto began to turn blue in the face from the lack of oxygen.

"ON THE GROUND! LAST WARNING" the guards inched closer but Aizawa stepped in between them and her in a heartbeat. "You're not exacly convincing her to let him go now are you?" Aizawa drolled sarcastically but still tense at the situation at hand.

Juneri kept her hold on the dick of a man for a few seconds longer, which really felt like an eternity to Makoto, but she did release her hold on him. Makoto's knees caved underneath him, causing the guard to collapse onto the ground and gasp for breath. While his friends were quick to be at his side, Haruhi was swift to grab Juneri - Nazu grabbing Aizawa and the blonde doctor's lab coat knowingly.

In a flurish of smoke, the group of four disappeared and reappeared in the front lobby where Haruhi first met Nezu and Aizawa. "Stupid bastard." Haruhi cursed without missing a heart beat, her thoughts raging over what had just occured as she turned to the men stationed at the desk and signed papers one thrust into her hand without waiting for instruction.

"Makoto." the same guard stated with a bit of a guilty look upon his face. "That would be my bad, I passed along the message to him after getting it from Monomi." he winced lightly, "I could have given you a head's up at the least that he didn't know if had come from her in the first place."

"Yeah, you could of." Haruhi acknowledged. "But it's in the past now." Nezu hopped onto Haruhi's shoulder as she said this and then onto the counter, accepting the pen Haruhi gave to him so he could sign the papers as well. As the adults did this, Juneri also replayed the incident in her mind. Could she have kept her cool? Yes, but even she had to admit that she handled that rather well. Makoto was actually conscious after one of their interactions.

"Oi, June."

Juneri sluggishly looked up at who called her and seen that it was one of the guards at the desk. Nezu motioned for Aizawa to come sign the papers as well that legitimized Juneri's release and transfered her into Aizawa's custody specifically.

"Did you leave the man conscious this time?" he smiled mischeviously, coaxing the teen to smile slightly as well as she nodded. "That's a shame. He's going to be pitching a fit when he gets back inside." the guard sighed, dreading the hours to come next in his shift. "This has happened before?" Aizawa asked, copying down the date on one paper and moved onto the next. "Mhm." the guard nodded. Juneri fidgeted as her guardian-to-be asked this.

" Makoto's had it out for the girl ever since she got here. In the beginning I could understand - she was rather spirited and didn't conform right away to how we did things around here, but now….she's reasonably tame until provoked." he offered.

"Aren't we all." Aizawa mused distantly, the pen falling flat on the desk upon completion of signing everything necessary. Turning partially towards his new charge, Shota watched as Juneri shrunk under his penetrating stare. " Juneri," Haruhi spoke, gaining her attention after a moment. 'As of today, you are now released from this awful place and are free to head back into the world - under the guidance of U.A's professional heros at that.' she thought to the girl.

A sad look overtook Juneri's features as the older woman said this, 'You are going to be such a fantastic hero.' Haruhi knelt down to her height and continued to communicate to her dear friend. ' I just know you are.' Haruhi smiled as she thought this, contrasting against Juneri's frown.

'Look at what you've done in the past few minutes. You protected an innocent against someone who was going to do her harm. You've come so far since you're first arrival here…you've got a hero's instinct, Juneri, and there's a lot more people out there who need help besides me.'

Juneri nodded hesitantly at what the woman was saying but was surprised when she pulled her in for a hug. "You two better take care of my girl." Haruhi directed to the males without breaking the hug, "If she writes to me, complaining about how you're treating her…" the blonde trailed off warningly. "She won't be left needing for anything." Aizawa stated plainly seeing as he was going to be her main caretaker. Taking a calming breath, Haruhi nodded and pulled away from the brunette.

Scrutinizing Juneri from head to toe, Haruhi then motioned to her straight jacket. "You don't need that anymore." she held out a hand expectantly but Juneri shook her head and took a step back, accidentally bumping into the lobby desk as she did so. "It's all I have." she said quietly. It was the only thing Juneri had to remember the blonde psychologist by, and the rare happy moments she had at the prison. She didn't want to hand it over. Haruhi looked surprised at this but conceeded, not pushing the matter.

"Come on, Juneri." Aizawa suddenly spoke, the man having been made his way towards the exit. "It's a bit of a drive home and we still have to go to the school yet to switch cars." he didn't want this good bye to drag out longer than necessary.

"Nezu?" the dark haired man then looked to his boss expectantly but was waved off. "You two go on, I want to spend more time catching up." Nezu said to the eraser hero and then turned to Juneri with a smile upon his scarred face. "And welcome aboard, Miss Karisawa. U.A is happy to have you." the creature expressed kindly.

"Thank you." Juneri returned quietly before skirting after her new guardian who waited for her somewhat patiently upon his earlier dismissal. 'Thank you for everything, Miss Haruhi. I'll make you proud' Juneri projected her thoughts back at the blonde woman with a look over her shoulder.

'I'm sure you will.' Haruhi thought in return, offering a wave to the brunette as Aizawa held open the door for the teen. Juneri merely flashed the blonde a small smile before disappearing out of sight as she walked outside, free of walls and fences for the first time in two years.

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Aizawa hadn't said anything when they arrived at his condo unit. He simply parked, turned off the car and got out without a word - leaving Juneri to scramble after the tired man. Turning the key in the lock to the main door of the complex, the man led his charge on in rather silently. Aizawa was just glad no one had been out and about to see Juneri in her straight jacket.

Entering the elevator, Aizawa selected the top most button and shoved his hands back into his pockets as the metal doors slid closed. Juneri had her eyes cast downward the entire ride in the elevator, similarly when they got off and walked through the halls to get to Aizawa's place. Shoving the key into the lock, the door easily popped open after a quick twist of the key. Cool air immediately rushed out at Juneri, tempting the girl to look up at her surroundings.

It was a rather nice layout. Upon walking in, Juneri was immediately standing in the living room with a kitchen off to one side and a balcony off to another. To investigate further, one would have to traverse down the darkened halls of the condo where the bathroom and bedrooms were most likely.

"Alright," Aizawa sighed, slipping off his shoes and walking forward - throwing his keys onto the coffee table. "I don't have many rules and they're rather simple." he looked to the unsure brunette now in his care.

"Don't trash, flood or set this place on fire. Curfew is at ten, if you intend on being out later than that you'll have to text me….I'll get you a phone soon enough. I have two jobs, teacher by day and hero by night primarily so obviously I need my sleep. Try not to wake me up unless your bleeding to death and we'll be fine. Any questions?" he quirked a brow.

Juneri shook her head rather quickly. Eyeing her for a second, Aizawa fought the urge to sigh again and motioned her to follow. Leading her down the hall, he showed Juneri where his bed room was as well as the spare - where she would be staying, and then the bathroom.

"Go ahead and take a shower or a bath or whatever." Aizawa invited, reaching into the closet just outside the bathroom and threw a towel and rag over her head. "Unfortunately, you'll have to use what's in there to bathe. I'll take you shopping later to get your own stuff." he proclaimed and then walked away, heading back towards his room.

Without removing either cloth from her head, Juneri turned to enter the bathroom. However for her, she misjudged where the doorway was and walked right into the door frame rather soundly. "Ouch!" she yelped. Shaking her head, the girl used her quirk to lift both objects off her head in order to clear her vision. Looking off to the side just by chance, Juneri seen that Aizawa hadn't hid away in his room just yet and was looking back at her with a quirked brow.

Juneri felt her face promptly turned tomato red and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door closed with her foot. Shaking his head in exasperation, Aizawa entered his room and quickly dug out some clothes for Juneri to wear for the night and left them outside the bathroom door. Returning to his room, he nudged his door nearly closed for the time being.

He left it open enough for Juneri to poke her head in if she needed to. Stripping out of his day clothes and into his sleepwear, Aizawa collapsed onto his bed with a deep sigh. Absently, he set the alarm on his phone with one hand to wake him up later in the night and then he was out like a light.

While the man slept, Juneri remained awake - showering until the water turned cold and chased her out. Drying herself off, the brunette soon became unsure of her next move. What clothes was she supposed to wear? Cracking the bathroom door open, Juneri debated making a bolt for it across the hall in her toweled glory and just sleep nude.

Before she could actually put that plan in progress, Juneri looked down and caught sight of some clothes that her guardian had left for her and smiled lightly at the thoughtfullness. Grabbing them, the brunette changed into them swiftly and walked out of the bathroom. Aizawa's somewhat closed door let the girl know that he wasn't to be disturbed.

Unsure of what to do, Juneri supposed she ought to just go lay down until sleep claimed her. Crossing the hall, she too left the door open partially of her room and crawled into the queen sized bed awaiting her. Curling into a ball, the moon outside her window kept Juneri company until sleep steadily overtook her.

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Just over night, Juneri learned that Aizawa was a simple man. She didn't need to have a conversation with him to know that. Juneri figured it out by looking at what he had in his cabinets and refridgerator. Canned vegtables, random sauces and dressings in addition to bland cereal took up occupancy in the cabinets. Left over take out containers, lunch meat, cheese and a gallon of milk occupied the fridge.

Grabbing a piece of cheese and bologna, Juneri slapped those together and began to nibble on it. Slinking into the living room, Juneri sat on the couch and turned on the tv. Aizawa was still gone by the time she woke up in the early hours of the morning and she found herself with nothing to do besides watch tv.

The brunette flipped through the channels and childishly settled on cartoons to watch. Spongebob was life. She had only been watching the kids' cartoon for about an hour before the tumbler in the key lock rattled and the door opened to reveal a more tired looking than usual Aizawa. His clothes were a bit dirty but that was the only indication that he had been out fighting crime.

"Welcome back" Juneri said softly, catching his attention. Shota was surprised to see the girl up at 7:30 am. "Everything go okay?" she asked of him. "Why are you awake?" the man asked instead, slipping off his shoes. "I'm an early riser." Juneri shrugged, watching as he watched her for a moment longer before huffing and made his way to the kitchen.

Frowning lightly, Juneri turned back to the children's cartoon. Aizawa did a quick scan of the food prep area and noted that there was no dish in the sink to hint that she had used one. After a check in the fridge, he noted that the amount of milk was the same as he last checked.

"What did you eat?" Aizawa's voice distracted Juneri from the 'Gary come home' episode playing on the television. "Meat and cheese." she answered, leading him to sigh clearly and slam closed the refridgerator door. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Aizawa pulled up a contact and begun to text furiously.

A slice of meat and cheese wouldn't do at all for a growing girl, especially an aspiring hero. Unknowing to the girl, he had texted Midnight to not only deliver him a breakfast for two but some clothes that a teenage girl would like - decent ones at that.

After the text had been sent, he walked into the livingroom and plopped down on the same couch Juneri had been situated on. Blushing horribly at the realization that his attention was now on the cartoon playing out before them, she hurridly turned the channel to a random channel.

"Having accepted her advances, the male lion mounts the lioness and-"

Holy fuck this wasn't happening….THIS WASN'T HAPPENING! Juneri was the embodiment of mortification. The nature channel, that's what she had turned it to? When two lions were getting it on nonetheless?!

"~Gary can't you see that I was blind, I'll do anything to change your mind-~"

During her little freak out Aizawa had reached over, took the remote from her possession and turned the channel back to Spongebob. "I think I prefer the crying sponge that can talk." it came out as a dry comment but Aizawa had to admit that it was a bit funny, especially when he seen how embarrassed the girl had become when she seen what she had done.

"Sorry." Juneri squeaked, as red as ever in the face. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how she curled in on herself - pulling her knees to her chest so she could better hide her face. Remaining silent to her small apology, Aizawa watched the show silently with his charge - one arm cast over the back of the couch and one leg half heartedly tossed over the other.

By the time a knock came at his door, Aizawa had to admit he was relieved. The irrationality and pure illogical essence surrounding the show was beginning to get to him. Snails didn't meow, sea creatures couldn't speak or drive cars and a sponge couldn't be a fry cook. If this is what children grew up watching now a days then it was no wonder some were rather dim.

Standing up, Aizawa walked over to the door and opened it to reveal the beaming 18 plus heroine herself. "Good morning, Shota!" she promptly barged into his space and continued chittering away.

"So I got food from that little place on the corner that you claim to hate even though I know you really like and I ordered a bit of everything since you didn't specify. I also got something for myself so I could join in on chow time, I took it as a token of repayment for doing this for you." Midnight settled the food down on the dinning table and pulled out the to-go boxes one by one before moving to the other bag dangling on her wrist.

"I also got some clothes for your special lady friend and don't worry - they're appropriate." Midnight pouted a bit at the end of her statement. "Firstly, I don't have a special lady friend here," Aizawa shot the idea down. "Secondly, I still fear what you have picked out. I doubt you understand what classifies as decent clothing." he accused. "Aw come on, Shota, I do too know! Just look at what I'm wearing now." Midnight said pointly and motioned to herself.

The dark blue haired woman had been in fact been dressed in rather decent clothing. Still revealing, but he supposed a crop top and shorts passed for decent though it still allowed room for imagination.

"Alright, I'll give you that one." he granted with a sigh, opening up the to go boxes one by one. "So where is your special lady friend - still sleeping?" Midnight teased as he did this, leaning in close to the eraser hero. "Juneri is NOT my special lady friend." Aizawa corrected with a small glare.

"Ooooo a pretty name for a pretty girl I'm sure!~"

"And secondly, she's right behind you." Shota ignored her comment and pointed to the rather bewildered teen on his couch. Spinning around, Midnight was admittedly a little disappointed that a teenager was sitting on his couch instead of an adult woman but there was one aspect of her earlier claim that she was happy with.

The girl was pretty. Absolutley adorable!

"Well she's a bit younger than I thought you liked but at least she's pretty~!"

"Nemuri"

Midnight laughed and pranced away, waving off Aizawa's annoyance. "Calm down Shota, I'm only teasing." she assured the male. Plopping herself next to the teen, Midnight smiled dazzingly at the brunette who looked like she was ready to bolt out the door. "You are the cutest thing I have ever seen. I wonder if you taste just as sweet?" Midnight purred with a wink.

"S-sweet?" Juneri echoed confused. "Juneri." Aizawa's stern call earned her attention. "Never you mind Midnight, come eat." he ordered, pulling out a chair for her in emphasis. Unfolding herself, Juneri scampered off the couch and went over to the chair her guardian had pulled for her.

Prying the take home fork from its plastic containment, the teen indulged in the food before her. There were three pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon and sasuage shoved into the box. The solitary male took to heading into the kitchen in order to make some coffee once he was satisfied at seeing Juneri taking in her options. The teen startled when the strange woman sat herself down next to the girl, reaching into the bag and pulling out packages of syrup and jams for all to use.

"So, who are you exactly." Midnight wondered, attempting to open a syrup packet.

"Juneri…"

"Yes, yes I heard that already but I mean who are you?" Midnight asked again. "She's U.A's final female student of this years' hero course crop." Aizawa answered for her, returning with two cups for himself and the older woman. "Really?" the woman said in surprise, "That doesn't explain why she's in your place though." Midnight accepted the steaming cup of caffine right before the man sat himself on the otherside of Juneri.

"Because she's in my care now."

Juneri much prefered to focus on her food than speak, the bologna and cheese wasn't exactly satisfying. Using her fork to chip away at the pancakes available, the teen happily munched away. "Quirk?" the blue haired woman continued to press, settling for stabbing the syrup packet multiple times with her fork and allowing the syrup to drizzle out the holes created that way. Midway reaching the pancakes, the syrup stopping falling in midair.

"What?" Midnight whispered, scrutinizing the suspended syrup. 'You asked...' Juneri's small comment rang through the woman's head. Midnight's eyes snapped over to the brunette and seen she continued to eat as if nothing were wrong. "Quirks plural." Aizawa said knowingly, sipping his coffee before returning to his own breakfast.

Releasing her hold on the syrup, Juneri focused solely back on her own food. "Amazing!" Midnight awed, ignoring how the syrup proceeded to drizzle over her breakfast. "So how did she come into your possession? Is she the product of a one night stand 15 years ago?" Midnight fantasized dreamily. Shota threw the woman a glare and debated on throwing her out by force, she was beginning to work on his nerves.

"No," the man growled lowly. "I took on custody from...an old friend….who couldn't take care of Juneri anymore." Aizawa informed.

"Awwe, how sweet~!" Midnight said lightly. "So how do you like living with Aizawa?" She directed towards the teen who merely shrugged. "I dunno...its hardly been a day." Juneri said carefully. "Well if you ever get bored, text me and I can show you a good time okay, cutie?" Midnight offered. "I don't have a phone." Juneri said softly, dipping her bacon in some syrup. "I'll get her situated, if you would give me a second." Aizawa said before the woman could comment.

"When you finish, Juneri," Aizawa then caught the brunette's attention. "Let me know when you want to go shopping for clothes and a phone." The man said simply, before returning to his own meal. "Okay" the brunette said with a small nod. "Ooo shopping is going to be so much fun, where are we going?" Midnight asked the man. "You are going home. You're not coming with" Shota shot her down flat out.

"EHH? Why not?!"

"Because I said so." Aizawa sipped his coffee, unbothered.

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About an hour later, the eraser hero was eating his words. Midnight had strong armed her way into the shopping trip much to his displeasure.

"Ooo~ this is cute"

"Put it back."

"You didn't even look!"

Sighing in exasperation, Aizawa slide his eyes lazily over to the R-rated woman who stood pouting a distance away. "She's a first-year high school student. Not some third or fourth year." Shota said simply, already knowing what kind of clothing the woman had probably picked out.

As Shota criticized the clothing the older woman had picked out, Juneri stood in the doorway of a changing room with uncertainty. "Well it would help if I knew what she liked!" Midnight complained, rifling through the clothes racks with a careful eye. "Do you need help ma'am?" a store worker just so happened to pass by and hear Midnight's dilema.

"No."

"Yes."

Aizawa sighed in annoyance at the answer Midnight gave and resigned to the fact that there was another person getting involved. "Oh thank you so much! I'm trying to pick out some clothes for little Juni over there but my ideas keep getting shot down by mister stick in the mud." Midnight pouted to the worker, ignoring Aizawa's irk mark throbbing on his forehead from the insult.

"Have no fear, we'll find your daughter something to wear in no time. Clothes that your husband can't possibly say no too." the sales woman laughed heartily.

"Sounds like a plan!"

As Midnight trailed after the store worker who had mistakenly referred to them all as family, Juneri blushed and looked down sadly. Maybe if she had known how to control her quirk from the first place, she could be having this dilema with her real family and not strangers.

"Juneri! Calm down baby - calm down. It...it'll be okay!" Watery brown eyes plead, a combination of fear and hope within them. Pretty long brown hair whipped around wildly as if it had a mind of it's own, the woman who it belonged to tentatively stumbling towards something with an outstretched hand despite the multiple bloody wounds and lacerations on her body. "Get away from her, Dinah!" a male cried from off to the side.

"Come here Juneri, come to mommy."

" Dinah, get away!"

"Juneri…come here sweetie. Juneri….Juneri!"

The sudden impact of clothes nailing the brunette in the face snapped the teen out of her daze, Juneri took the clothes and walked into the dressing room without even caring about who the culprit was. Examinging what had been picked out, Juneri found it had been a couple outfits that held rather simple yet still cute designs and some jeans.

After gaining the thumbs up from Aizawa, those were set aside and soon more clothes were flung Juneri's way. To her surprise though, Aizawa plucked a couple skirts out of the air and gave an unimpressed stare in the direction of where the two older women were roaming dutifully. "The skirts are knee length, Dad!" the store worker called without looking up. Huffing, Aizawa begrudgingly handed those over to an awaiting Juneri who disappeared into the dressing room once again.

This system went on for awhile seeing as Shota had intentions on buying in bulk so he wouldn't have to come back anytime soon. If it had been up to Juneri, she would have called it quits after the seventh outfit she tried on. Bra and underwear wise, Aizawa played no part in understandably but he did come back into the game when Midnight tried buying every pair of shoes on the rack.

"Get the base colors she'll be able to walk in without breaking her neck and they'll go with everything you got her." Aizawa had chided once, particularly taking a pair of high heel boots out of the older woman's hands and put them back where they belong.

Multiple pairs of shoes later, the group of three had finally made their way to the cash register where their mountain of possessions had been gathered. As the total price went up with each scan of the price tag, Juneri shrunk in on herself more and more - feeling incredibly bad she was costing Aizawa so much money.

Noticing the guilty expressioned girl down below, Midnight knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder - ignoring the jump of surprise Juneri gave. "Don't you go feeling bad now, Daddy is a hero. This isn't going to hurt his bank account." Midnight whispered with a wink and then straightened once again.

Her daddy most certainly was not a hero.

Her guardian was though.

After a costly clothing and shoe trip that took up a good chunk of the day, Aizawa had then carted Juneri and Midnight over to a phone store in order for his new charge to get a hold of him if something ever came up. That trip was less exhausting and expensive and more importantly - Juneri actually got to pick out the phone she wanted instead of having others do it for her.

Aizawa and Midnight's numbers were the only two contacts in her phone but both assured that would change when school started in a few weeks at the start of the new month. The only thing left on the eraser hero's agenda was to go grocery shopping but he had decided to leave Juneri at home in order to do so. "Get your clothes put away and feel free to do whatever," he had said when he stopped his car outside his condo.

Reaching into the glove compartment, he pulled out a spare key and handed it back to her. "Here's a spare. If you do leave, make sure you text me - alright?" he quirked a brow and was met with a dutiful nod from the young teen. Turning back around, Aizawa popped the trunk and unlocked the doors so Juneri could slide out.

Stacking the many bags on both of her arms, Juneri slammed the trunk closed and stepped onto the side walk - looking back when she heard the window roll down. "It was good to meet you Juneri!" Midnight smiled, remaining in the front seat with her old friend.

"Don't be afraid to send me a text if you're ever bored okay?" Juneri smiled lightly and nodded her head. "Thank you for your help today, Miss Midnight. I appreciate it." she said bashfully. "It was my pleasure. I'll see you when school starts, cutie" the dark blue haired woman winked, making Juneri blush. "Yes, Ma'am." the brunette squeaked and then turned on her heel to hurry inside.

The moment she stepped into her private home, Juneri dumped all the bags onto the floor and closed the front door with a slight slam. Rubbing the feeling back into her arms, the girl took her shoes off and used her telekinesis to carry the bags into her room.

Leaning against her bed, Juneri began to tear one tag off her clothing items one by one and then putting them away in her dressers. By the time she had finished, Aizawa still wasn't back and Juneri found herself in the same scenario as this morning. Alone and with nothing to do. Not that it was any different than the asylum. In the asylum at least though she had Haruhi to stop in and talk to every now and again.

Juneri supposed she could go for a walk, it was a nice enough day and now she had a phone and key incase something happened. Stepping back out into the outside the world, the young teen shoved one of her hands into the small pockets of the shorts she wore while the other texted her guardian to let him know that she was going off exploring the area.

If she hadn't been mistaken, there was a teen hang out admittedly a bit far from her new home but it still looked nice when it was driven by earlier. A really sophisticated looking one considering what audience it catered to. That would be a good place to make friends, right?

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"What do you need, sweet heart?"

Juneri tore her eyes off her fellow mingling teens - some older and some the same age as her and onto the bartender who had come to adress her when she wandered up to the counter. "Um." Juneri blushed lightly, realizing she had no money.

"Just a water...and maybe some friends?" she attempted to joke and was relieved to see that the blonde woman working the bar found humor in her statement. "When you find some, make sure to point some in my direction too." 'Typhoon' hummed, golden cat eyes twinkling in the low light of the place. The furry tan ears on her head twitched in tandem with her slim tail behind her back as she worked on getting the brunette a glass of water.

When the cat featured woman had slid over an ice cold glass of water, Juneri sipped from it tentatively but didn't move away from the counter. She merely stayed where she was and watched everyone around her. Typhoon quirked a brow at the strange action of the young teen. "You aren't going to make friends staying here, you know." she chided lightly.

Startling, Juneri flushed and looked down shyly. "I don't know how." she admitted. It was a nice theory but putting it into practice was more difficult than she thought. What do kids her age even like to talk about? She knew what grown ups liked to talk about but not teens. "Sheltered kid, huh?" Typhoon assumed, leaning down on the counter - her forearms and elbows taking most of her upper weight.

"Yeah, you can say that." Juneri supposed with a nod. Typhoon hummed again, studying the girl lazily. "Well, you'd be the only one here. Everyone here comes in their little cliques and mingles with other cliques." she informed with a wave of her pointed finger, causing a sense of defeat in the young brunette."Luckily for you, I happen to find myself short of a clique too." this caused Juneri to perk up visibly though a bit warily.

"Really?" the telepath asked hopefully but had then been flicked in the middle of her forehead. "Ouch." the girl pouted, rubbing where she had been flicked.

"You're too trusting, what if I was a pervert trying to become friends with you?" Typhoon scolded. 'I think I would pick up on it' Juneri's voice sounded in the neko's head, surprising the bar tender. A telepath! Typhoon's surprise elevated a bit more when a bottle of scotch floated over to the duo along with a cup. Mentally pouring the woman a decent serving of alcohol, Juneri returned the bottle to where it came from and raised her own glass in the air physically.

"Pretty good thing you aren't a pervert. It would suck to have to kick your butt." Juneri said boldly. Recovering from her initial shock, Typhoon chuckled and took the floating glass into her possession and tapped it against Juneri's water glass in a toasting gesture . "Good thing." the woman grinned and threw her head back, slamming the drink down in one go.

Juneri remained seated at the bar even though Typhoon had to move off to serve other customers. With the bartender catering, Juneri was left to idly play downloaded games on her phone or take the occasional selfie with silly filters applied. When Typhoon wasn't serving others though, the older woman did make good to speak to the lonely teen and Juneri was very greatful for that knowing it would be easy for her to find an excuse to not continue conversation.

"What's your favorite color?"

"How did you end up working here?"

"Do you have a favortie movie?"

"Why do we have to pay for garbage bags when we just throw them away anyways?"

"Did you just pour vinegar into that guy's drink?"

"Did you notice how grape soda doesn't even taste like grape, it tastes like purple."

"That girl over there is thinking of not giving you a tip."

Those were only some of the topics of conversations the duo had discussed because of the teen bringing up the topics but they were conversations that both parties enjoyed greatly. When Typhoon wandered back to the teen's side after a particular time, Juneri asked her another question regarding the establishment. "If this is a place to hang out, then how come there's a stage with a microphone and stand? I haven't seen anyone go near it." She noted.

"This teen hang out turns into an adult club when the sun goes down and the moon reaches its highest peak in the sky. The boss entertains his guest by having his favorite singer belt her vocal chords out as they eat and drink to their hearts' content" Typhoon answered and Juneri couldn't help but notice that the woman had a tone of bitterness in her tone as she mentioned the singer that would take stage.

"...Stupid bitch."

"I KNOW RIGHT?!" Typhoon sudden exclaimed in agreement, stunning Juneri and even herself. Recovering from her shock, Juneri giggled and looked at the cat-woman with an amused look. Flushing slightly, Typhoon did her best to ignore her embarrassment at the moment. "She thinks she's queen bee around her but really if she lost her voice then the boss would toss her out on her ass in a heart beat." the woman mumbled as an excuse, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Have you tried giving her something that she's allergic to? Or maybe just coughing on her?" Juneri wondered. " Oh believe me, sweet heart, I've tried." Typhoon commented dryly, her ears were pinned to her head unhappily as she thought about this mysterious singer that happened to be a pain in her for a moment longer, the older woman sighed and forced herself to drop her irritation - her arms falling back to her side and ears perking back up.

Typhoon was about to say something when she noticed Juneri had tensed greatly and looked ready to flee. "What's the matter?" Typhoon asked but she wasn't answered. Juneri's attention was focused on her phone whose screen had glowed from a received text message.

Aizawa: I thought I told you to let me know where you went if you left, not just that you left. I gave you a few hours of leeway but now my patience is gone. Where are you ?

Juneri shrunk down on herself as she replied quickly and hopped off the bar stool. She had no idea she had spent so long away from the condo, it was literally ten o'clock. How time flew by that quickly, escaped Juneri. "I have to go now." The young woman said meekly. "Hm, curfew huh?" Typhoon commented dryly but understood.

"Well you take care, hun. It was nice chatting with you." The neko smiled genuinely. Juneri offered a smile back and waved, "It was nice talking to you too. I'll see you around some time." The teen promised and skirted for the exit.

"Be careful going home!" Juneri heard Typhoon call after the girl fondly and shot off a quick assurance before the door closed behind her. Kicking it into another gear, Juneri hurried back towards Aizawa before he decided to come out looking for her. About twenty minutes had passed before Juneri finally reached her destination, panting nonetheless.

Skirting into the elevator, Juneri took the time to recover her breath. When the metal sliding doors slid open again with a gentle ding, Juneri exited the elevator and dug out her key in preparation. Walking up to the door, Juneri unlocked it and was greeted with the sight of an agitated looked Aizawa pacing the floor. Hearing the door open, the hero stopped his pacing and narrowed the girl with a stern expression.

"I understand that it's been years since you've been out of the asylum." he began, "But you do remember that the outside world is dangerous right? And that using your powers is still illegal on the streets until you get your hero license even if it is to defend yourself. What would you have done if something had happened? What would have I done? I want you back here at ten for a reason, it's for your safety" Aizawa lectured, making the teen feel guiltier by the second.

"Sorry." Juneri apologized with a guilty frown, holding her hands behind her back. She honestly hadn't meant to stay out so late or worry her new guardian. "I...I was just trying to make some friends at a hangout a little bit aways." Juneri scuffed her foot against the floor, eyes dropping down dejectedly.

Sighing through his nose Shota decided to leave the matter for now, he was late for patrol anyways. "Feed yourself and go to bed, I'm going on patrol. We'll finish this later" he said briskly, whisking past his charge. Juneri picked up her head at this and began to offer a small wave though he was well past her.

"Be-"

SLAM!

"Careful…" Juneri finished weakly to no one in particular, Aizawa having stormed out before she could finish her well wishes. "Good going Juneri" the teen whispered to herself spitefully, slipping off her shoes. 'It's only been a day and you're already screwing up, you can't do anything right can you?' she asked herself bitterly. "You never could, even when you had a real family." the teen whispered to herself in conclusion, standing in the middle of the living room all by her lonesome.

In that moment, Juneri decided that she rather missed the asylum quite a bit and that this next year was going to be a long one.

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First MHA story, take it easy on me - I'll get it together further into chapters. Also I'll be going more in depth of Juneri's past at the asylum and even before then, later as well, have no fear. Leave your thoughts...(hopefully positive ones)!