Level Zero - Villain!Bakugou Rehabilitation

7 || Improvised Instructions

Bakugou Katsuki's POV

Zero stood by the door, it's frame towering a decent metre over his considerable height. The uniform he wore was uncomfortable to say the least, with the formal jacket being stiff from such little use and the hem of his ironed pants crinkled by annoyingly shiny shoes.

Even worse though was the U.A. logo printed boldly onto the chest of the shirt, but he'd been specifically instructed not to touch or take it off. Well obviously, or it'd be long gone by now. But Zero's least favourite part was, undoubtedly, the the cold metal collar clasped firmly around his neck.

This wasn't like the chains he'd first found himself in; those, he'd hated. These, he loathed.

The conductive substance it was made of allowed the Pro Hero who was babysitting Zero, mainly Eraserhead, to send shockwaves through his brain and body at the click of a button, overpowering him instantly.

If Zero were to step one foot out of order the consequence would be around 120 volts of electricity straight through his nervous system, setting him on the road of long and agonising pain.

So yes, Zero really despised his 'accessory.'

It wasn't just the physical discomfort it brought though, really it hurt his pride more than anything else. And for someone as egoistical as Zero, that wasn't the best thing to do.

And even beyond that, he also didn't like it for what it symbolised to those around him. That Zero was a prisoner in his own body, unable to wield the Quirk he'd been gifted with, and kept strictly in line at all times.

The spikes studding it gave off the look of a dog collar, and that's no doubt how people thought this situation would be. Him, free to move around and yet locked up at the same time, just like the average house mutt.

But even worse were the memories. Zero knew he'd messed up the second those Heroes walked in the door after making him agree to their 'conditions' holding the damned thing, when he'd had a rather vivid flashback.

Zero himself had felt the blood drain from his face, and went visibly tense. The Heroes noticed this, but thankfully hadn't figured out why.

If they did know the reasons for the last time Zero had worn one of these, the memories that had overcome him in those few seconds, then his plan would be ruined. But that wasn't going to happen. Zero would make sure not to let his cover slip again.

Leaning against the wall directly underneath the sign saying 'Class 1-A', he listened in to what was being said inside.

"Do you all remember what I told you about the new student joining our class yesterday?" Came Aizawa's drowsy voice.

Murmured affirmation rung through the air, spoken with excited and eager tones.

"And the part about them being here for unusual reasons?"

More confirmation was voiced from the students.

"Well, seeing as they'll be joining us today, I believe that now is a good time to explain exactly why."

Zero zoned out. This was the boring part where the Hero went overboard dramatizing things and making an unrealistic picture about 'oh, he's a big, bad villain and you'd better stay away from him or you'll get your head bitten off.'

Not that Zero minded. He'd prefer to be left alone most of the time, being introverted by nature and in no mood to put up with some Heroes-to-be prattling on about their sun soaked, splendour filled path.

To Zero's surprise, the steady drone of Aizawa's voice finished talking in less than two minutes, far quicker than what he had expected. However, the silence was soon replaced by other noises.