Late again - but still more early than my other stories. School just... isn't fun right now, but I'm trying my best

Wonderland Tea Party: Heh, I do enjoy my early angst~

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Another anngsty one because I'm left to myself to come up with ideas. I have no regrets.

Always being the outcast, he'd give just about anything to fit in.
Even if it was with a bad crowed.

He's gotten used to being treated and called a villain. It's been going on for years now. But even if he got used to it, doesn't mean he's happy about it. Days seem like chores, but always the same; go to school, pretend to find their jokes funny, try not to murder anyone intentionally or accidentally, listen to the teachers talk forever and then go home where usually Uncle Mic would be waiting or he'd be alone. He got used to the empty house faster than he'd like.

Still, despite everything, he tried to be friends with his classmates. It just… didn't seem like it was working out. At least, not until that one day…

"Oi, Hitoshi!" someone called just as school finished. "Wanna come with us?"

Shinso saw who was asking and was confused for a good, solid minute. Vilo Takashi and his three friends were standing there, waiting for him.

"Where?" he blurred out without thinking. It was the first time someone's actually asked him if he wanted to join them, and the fact it was the biggest jerks in class didn't seem to process in his mind.

"City – we were planning to go buy some stuff," Vilo nodded as an invitation. There were enough markets or malls near their school so they could easily walk there.

"Sounds like fun," the rational part of his brain was screaming at him to stop and go home. But the kid inside, lonely and still seeking friends, was stronger and pushed all of that somewhere in the back of his head. Maybe if he'd been older, more experienced, he'd have seen and read the signs of what would happen. But he didn't. So he wordlessly followed the boys, looking happy and content for the first time in a while.

As the boys walked towards the city center, Shinso mostly stayed quiet. They were talking about girls, younger kids in the school and dissing others – not something Hitoshi wanted to or even knew how to talk about. So he followed behind, every now and then adding a comment or answering a question. It wasn't quite what he had in mind, but it sure beat being alone in a house and waiting for his dad or uncle to come home.

They made their way into one of the markets and one of the boys grabbed a shopping cart. When they were set, the five of them started walking down different aisles and tossing different things into the cart, from cereal to bottles of drinks. Shinso watched the items pile up and wondered just how much all of this would cost. He's gone shopping with his family before, and they were usually careful of which thing they bought, aiming for the cheapest one possible. But he remained silent all up until they were at the cashier's.

"Hey… you sure you have enough money for all of this?" Hitoshi asked but kept his voice low in both fear of the adults figuring it out or the boys thinking he's an idiot.

"Well, about that…" Vilo gave a sharp smirk, looking directly at him. "We were hoping you'd handle it."

"But I don't have that much money-!"

"I'm not saying you use money…"

At the others' grinning and smirking looks, Shinso swallowed. He understood what he meant and why they brought him along. But it can't be just because of that, can it?

"So, can you do it?" Takashi asked, poking him in the chest. "Or are you gonna chicken out?"

"…I'll do it," he nodded, albeit weakly and took a deep breath.

The lady at the register eyed all the items they bought with suspicion but said nothing until the last product was checked out.

"How much?" Shinso said quickly, looking directly at her. The others made sure no one else was around for this.

"That's-," before she could even say, her eyes turned blank and her shoulders slouched, hands falling to her side.

"Mark it as if we already paid," Hitoshi said, keeping his voice low and steady. He bit his lip in fear, but she started typing on the register and marked them as paid. With a relived grin, the boy barely remembered to keep focus on his Quirk.

"Nice job!" Vilo said and patted him on the shoulder as they packed up the items and made their way out of the store.

It was only after they were out of the market that Shinso released his Quirk and needed a second to catch his breath. But he smiled. The boys were laughing and talking as they made their way back, before splitting and each going their separate ways.

Hitoshi took the bus, a constant smile on his face, but an ache in his chest. He felt bad for what he did, but he might have just made some friends, so that has to make up for it right? As long as no one knows, everything will be fine!

But as he made his way to his house, he saw a police car parked in front of it, with both his uncle's and dad's cars there as well. A chill wrapped around him and he forgot to breath as his legs automatically carried him to the front door. This was way too fast to be for the market… right? Maybe – Maybe it had to do with their jobs? Yeah, that was it!

"I'm home," he called before he could stop himself and heard four different voices in the kitchen, two of which he knew very well.

"Hitoshi," Hizashi stepped into the hall, eyes wide with fear. The kid suddenly felt numb as he peeked into the kitchen and saw two cops sitting there, staring at him, with Shota giving a disappointing and angry glare.

"Care to explain yourself?" his father said, anger underneath his tone as Mic brought him in closer to the table.

"I don't know-?" he tried before one of the cops showed pictures from the market where he and the others were standing, their line of items still on the track.

"You stole all of these," the other one said coldly as she stared from the kid to the parents. "We have cameras there – we saw everything. And when the cashier came to, she remembered all that happened. You not only stole but used your Quirk without a license – I don't think you realize just how large of a crime that is," she added, turning to the kid only for the last part.

"You're a villain now," her partner said and Hitoshi started shaking, eyes stinging. The only thing keeping him together was his uncle's hand on his shoulder.

"Officers," Aizawa said, sounding and looking more tired than usual. "He's just a kid – barely 14. And you know he wasn't the only one there – four other kids stole as well."

"Yes, but only your son used his Quirk," the works sliced through the air and Hitoshi couldn't even speak as he tried to control his shaking.

"…" his father looked at him then at the officers. "Please," he said quietly, almost begging. "I can pay for the damage and he'll be dealt with accordingly, but don't take actions against him. He's almost done with school."

The officers shared a look, shrugged weakly and the woman looked at the now-crying child before sighing and speaking again: "Eraserhead has saved my husband before and Present Mic helped my partner's daughter during the Rotter's attack…" she started and the heroes' eyes opened wide, but they dared not hope too much.

"We'll close the case, but the cashier will need a full apology and compensation. We do this, as thanks and respects to you two for your duty. But your son…" her eyes fell on the boy again as he tried to wipe away the tears.

"I'm afraid if he ever grows too strong and becomes a real villain."

When the cops left, Aizawa closed the door and Yamada remained with Shinso, who had hardly spoken since he came home. He couldn't even look at either of them.

Shota came closer, let out a tired sigh and looked at the boy. For a minute, he was silent, as if waiting for his son to speak something in his defense. But he didn't.

"…I'm so disappointed in you Hitoshi," the words hurt more than Shinso would ever admit as he closed his eyes to try and keep himself under control.

"Can you… Just, tell us why?" Hizashi ran a hand over his face before looking at the boy with sadness in his eyes.

"…I just-!" he started, voice weak and cracking. "I thought – I thought we could be friends; you know? S-since no one else wanted – wanted anything to do with me." He rubbed his eyes, shoulders tense and staring at the table. "I didn't- I never wanted to be a villain…"

The adults shared a look of sympathy and just as Shota was about to ruffle his hair, Hitoshi spoke again, a broken smile on his face.

"Maybe everyone is right… I will be a villain."

And cut! I just can't help the reoccurring theme of people calling him a villain, so I'm running with it and then away. Next one will be more fluff promise!
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Till next time~