"-News just in," the reporter on the screen put her hand to her ear as she listened to someone, "it seems the anti-hero named only as 'K.C' has struck again," The screen flashed to a low quality clip of a dark silhouette running across a rooftop before leaping out of sight, a piece of footage Izuku Midoriya and the rest of class 1-A had seen time and time again. It seemed to be the only clip of the infamous vigilante the news had. The news reported continued, "This time, the latest victim was petty criminal 'Acid Case' the notorious villain wanted in connection with over 20 assault cases against young women in the Tokyo area." The screen changed again to a wobbly piece of footage focused on a brute of a man with a shiny bald head, savagely beaten– right eye swollen shut and blood distorting most of his face. The large man was being pushed into a metal police van while officers tried to force back the swarming camera crews. A police officer stepped in front of the camera that was showing the footage, and the film promptly cut out and returned to the news reporter in the studio.

"K.C has been causing quite a stir in recent months, contributing to the capture and arrest of now fifteen known villains. Groups and organisations have been claiming the illegal activist to be a 'vigilante' and a hero to society, cleaning the streets where pro-heroes and police officers cannot. Obviously, K.C is operating illegally, and therefore there is a warrant out for their arrest. Tokyo's police force has upped their cash reward for information on K.C."

"Oh, man. I can't believe the stir this is causing." Kirishima commented from over Midoriya's shoulder, eyes still on the phone screen.

"You can't?" Yaoyorozu replied from over Midoriya's other shoulder where she stood just behind Uraraka. "This person is a villain. They're committing acts without a hero license – that's totally illegal!"

"But they're not exactly bad, I mean, they're putting the bad guys behind bars. That's good, right?" Kirishima continued, standing back and stretching.

"Yaoyorozu, is right." Midoriya chipped in, locking his phone and putting it back in his bag, "Rules are in place for a reason."

"Yeah, not just anyone can run around playing hero." Bakugou grumbled from the other side of the classroom where he had been watching silently on his own phone, away from the others.

"K.C is causing quite the movement though," Uraraka added, "Especially as she's specifically been targeting male predators. She's becoming the symbol of female empowerment in some places."

Bakugou audibly gagged from across the room at that, and Uraraka shot a dangerous look at the back of his head.

"She?" Midoriya asked, looking up at Uraraka. "What makes you think K.C is a 'she'?"

"Huh? – Oh! Well… I suppose I'm just assuming, yanno, since her targets are all criminals who have attacked women. It's kind of like she's fighting back… that's all…" Uraraka rubbed the back of her neck and looked away sheepishly. "Plus, those pink little heart shaped sticky notes she leaves on the villains don't strike me a man-material."

"Oh, fucking spare me!" Bakugou suddenly stood from his desk, chair legs scraping violently against the classroom floor. "K.C is a fucking criminal. Don't fill your tiny little brain with made up bullshit." And with that, he turned his back on the small group of classmates and left the room. Kirishima promptly followed after him, calling his name.

"Ah… Welcome…" The silver haired, skinny man slowly stood from his stool, arms outstretched in front of him. "I've been so… itching to meet you."

A woman stood in front of him, feet hip width apart and arms folded across her chest. She wore black tracksuit bottoms low on her hips, a black high cut bodysuit and a grey cropped hoodie. The hood was pulled low over her head, obscuring her eyes, and a pink bandana covered her face from the nose down.

"I have to admit," The man continued when he was granted no response, "I was expecting more…" He scratched at his jaw with thin, cracked fingers. He wore a grey hand mask over his face, matching the others around the rest of his body.

"And I was expecting not to be standing in a middle-aged mans basement, yet here we are." She responded curtly.

Shigaraki lost his cool composure for a second, letting out a frustrated noise audibly. "You little – I'm not –" He scratched at his neck again. "I've invited you here for a reason."

There was another pause where Shigaraki waited for a response, but he didn't get one.

"You've been causing quite the stir recently. Deferring from the norm, breaking the rules, going against the grain…" Shigaraki moved towards the short woman, "Living outside the law. Taking matters into your own hands, am I right?"

Again, no response, so he pressed further.

"You've put more villains behind bars in the last seven weeks than any other pro-hero. That's quite impressive. But why?"

"Why what?" She answered back, tone unwavering and Shigaraki circled her like a shark.

"Why take matters into your own hands at all? Why not just let the heroes do their jobs?"

"Because they're too fucking slow. If someone important is killed, the big guys are on the scene like flies to shit, and shit gets sorted. Anything else and it's the tiny heroes that are called, the ones no one cares about and shit doesn't get done. If the victim isn't important, they don't fucking care."

"Ohhh~ I see. Don't have much faith in heroes?"

No response.

"Well, you see, you and I have much in common then. I don't have faith in heroes either. I think it's time their reign was over. A reshuffle of society. A new dawn."

The young woman's head moved to meet Shigaraki's. "I'm listening."

It was late, and Aizawa was tired. And bored. And tired.

It had been a long day with class 1-A, the fuckery that class brings made his eyes hurt. He rubbed his temples, trying to will away the migraine that engulfed him.

Just 10 more minutes…. He promised himself, and then it'll be bedtime.

He signed heavily and shuffled the papers around on his disorganised desk, trying to make sense of the mess in front of him.

"You should put the light on, you'll get eyestrain."

A sharp voice cut through the dimly lit room like a crack of lighting, and immediately Aizawa sprung up, white scarf in his hands and quirk burning in his eyes as he frantically searched the room for the assailant.

"Shall I… Shed a little light on the subject?" The light switch flicked, flooding the room with a blinding white light. Aizawa hissed and shut his eyes on instinct.

He reopened them immediately, catching himself and fighting through the white spots. He scanned the room, but he couldn't see anyone.

He remained silent, on alert.

"Not the talkative type, aye? Well that's good, I'm not here to make friends. You're Erasure Head, right? I sure hope so, this is the third house I've broken into and I'm beginning to feel like Santa."

"Who are you?" Aizawa growled, "How did you get in here?" Were they in here? He couldn't tell. There was a prominent voice, but he couldn't work out where it was coming from.

"Are you Erasure Head?" The voice asked again, this time more pointed.

"Who wants to know?" He rumbled.

"I do." A figure appeared to the left of his vision. He swung his scarf at the figure. He was quick, but they were quicker. Before his scarf connected with their form, they had reached up and grabbed it, wrapping the fabric around their fist and pulling with strength matching his own. Aizawa pulled harder, arms shaking, trying to pull them towards him, but they matched him with ease. "This is about class 1-A, they're in danger."

Aizawa stopped pulling, letting his eyes finally see who was in front of him. A young woman? He couldn't tell their age, but they sounded young, and they were short. They wore black gym leggings and a large grey hoodie, pulled over to shade their eyes with a pink bandana hiding the rest of their face.

"Talk." He barked, not letting go of his scarf. His eyes were locked on her, his quirk was activated, but even with it she was strong.

"I can't say too much, but a group of villains plan to launch an attack on All Might – nothing new there. But they'll be using class 1-A to get to him."

"What?" Aizawa hissed, beginning to pull against the girl again.

"Did I fucking stutter?" She snapped. Aizawa blinked, and as if she knew, the young woman pulled back sharply, her quirk reactivated for a mere split second. Aizawa stumbled, and when he regained composure, she was gone. He cursed under his breath.

"Hey! Come back!" He called out into his home office, eyes searching frantically, teeth bared.

"What happened to your fucking manners? Please and thank you goes a long way, you know."

"Don't fucking push me." He growled. "Tell me what you know, now."

She stepped into his vision again, and his head snapped towards her, immediately activating his quirk but not making a move with his scarf.

"I don't know much," She moved towards him, hands lazily in her hoodie pocket, "But I will tell you what I do know."

"Why should I trust you?" Aizawa growled again.

"You don't have to, I don't give a shit. I'm trying to help you and your little class of twerps-in-training. It's not on my conscience if you choose to ignore me."

"Who are you?"

"People call me K.C."

Aizawa paused, his quirk faltering. He took her in. Was this girl even 5 foot tall? How could she possibly be the infamous vigilante K.C? She'd taken down villains that had slipped through countless pro-heroes. And yet… There she stood; hugely underwhelming.

"I don't believe you."

"That sounds like more of a you problem, than a me problem." She sauntered away from Aizawa and his desk, slowly wandering around the room. Occasionally her gloved fingers would touch random objects – a paperweight, an open book, lampshade – she paused at an empty glass perched on the edge of a side table. She stared at it, fingertips mere inches away from it. Her fingers twitched.

"Why are you here?" He asked, watching her closely. His eyes stung, but he didn't dare let his guard down. Not if she genuinely was K.C.

"I told you already." Her head stayed lowered, interest taken by the glass. Her fingers twitched again. "Your class. They're in danger."

"Are you part of this villain league? How do I know this isn't part of their plan?" Aizawa spoke through gritted teeth, knuckles turning white as his gripped his scarf. But he still didn't move.

Neither did K.C, and she seemed unfazed by his behaviour. "Because the kids in the class are my age. 1-A is the hero course, right? Those kids are just trying to make a difference, they're trying to be good. They don't deserve to be slaughtered over some maniacs inferiority complex." In one switch motion, she batted the glass off the table with the back of her hand. It hit the floor, bouncing off the rug slightly. The young woman continued to stare at it for a few moments before sauntering off again.

"You're their age?" Aizawa deactivated his quirk and lowered his scarf. K.C's back was to him, her hands in her hoodie pocket again.

"I have my own reasons to not have much faith in the heroes we have today." She stated, answering Aizawa's question by ignoring it. "But I'm not stupid. I don't paint everyone with the same brush. Those kids are the heroes of tomorrow, they deserve a chance. They don't deserve to be snuffed out before they've had a chance to shine."

There was a long pause. Aizawa didn't trust her. He couldn't trust her.

"You're a wanted criminal." He told her.

"So I've heard." She yawned, unmoving.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't withhold you right now? You're not only wanted for acting without a hero license, but you've just admitted you're conspiring in an attack against my students and fellow pro-heroes."

There was a long pause, and K.C finally turned around. Her head low, she replied, "Because I can help protect your students. The league wants my help, but I'm on your side. I'm offering to spy on them and relay any information I acquire to you. I can not only prepare you for what's to come, but when it happens, I'll be on your side. Arrest me if you want, but it'll be your students that pay the price."

Neither of them spoke for a long time after that. Until Aizawa finally sighed.

"Do you want some tea?"