Morgiana stared and gouged out their reactions, reactions that were familiar to her, reactions of those that were disgusted with her existence, reactions that glared at her back as she walked down the streets, reactions of annoyance as she tripped over her chains, reactions of pity as she was beaten publicly.

Her expression remained passive as she stared at the adults.

Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, since she was always with her friends she started to forget, forget that she was nothing more than a slave.

She bowed deeply, not going as far as her on the floor.

"I'm sorry." She said, her eyes staring at the ground.

The adults were surprised, alarmed and confused.

Why was she sorry?

She spoke again, answering their unvoiced questions. "I'm sorry that you treated me although I was a slave."

They stayed quite, their voices stuck in their throats.

She continued "I understand if you want to beat me, torture me but....."

She rose from her bowed postion, her eyes burning bright as she stared at the people before her.

"If you want to kill me I'm not going down without a fight."

They flinched at the words.

Them? Kill her? Just because she was something she didn't choose to be?

Morgiana felt bad, even if these people hated her, they still helped her nonetheless.

She doesn't like fighting people that were kind enough to even treat her, even if they didn't know who she was.

But even so she had to get back to her friends, her family, her home.

"Morgiana-San, we're not gonna fight you."

His voice was softer compared to his boisterous sound from earlier, filled with kindness and sadness, he lowered his body down to a crouch to less intimate her.

Although she fought bigger things than him.

She stared, skeptical, at the older blond man.

She stared at his eyes, true to his claim of being a hero, she saw eyes that wanted to keep her protected, eyes that didn't hate her, but rather what was done to her.

It confuses her, even when she was with Alibaba-Kun and Aladdin-San, they didn't protect her, yes they worry about her, but she can protect herself, she just holds back because of these chains.

They just push her to fight, for herself.

She was never protected, she's a protecter.

Morgiana felt lighter at the thought.

"I'm fine." She said

And she is.

She smiled "I don't need protection."

And she didn't.

The adults stood wide-eyed at the girl.

What was she, 15?

They didn't know how long she was a slave, but it couldn't have been more than a year that she's been free (including the time she was asleep) her face would've been all over the news if she just popped out of nowhere.

And yet it wasn't.

Maybe she was deliberately hiding so she wouldn't be caught again.

They thought about her being on the news because of her injuries.

Did they just out her?

No-no, nobody came and said they knew her, wouldn't it be a good time for them to come? While she was unconscious so she couldn't refute?

But her face was now memorized.

They shuddered.

"B-but even so, it's much safer for you to stay here!" Recovery girl said.

Morgiana raised a brow.

Safer? Here? How?

"I'm alright." She started her way to the door:

"Your face has been all over the news! You might be caught again!" The older lady grabbed her rags.

Morgiana stared at the shorter women, her eyes lighting up. "I'm not gonna get caught again, I've already escaped twice."

They froze, she was caught twice!

"I'm not afraid."

The older lady's hand slip from the rags of her clothes and Morgiana left the room.

The adults couldn't do anything but watch.

Nezu smiled at her retreating figure.

Interesting.

Morgiana wandered around the school,.

She might even say palace from the sheer size of it.

The halls were long and wide, a new door popping up every few feet, windows in-between each room.

She started to feel dizzy the more twists and turns she took.

This place is so big!

Looking out the windows she could tell she was quite high up.

She stopped a particular window when she saw the familiar green-haired angel, as well as some others coming out with an adult male.

Without a second thought she opened the window and jumped out.

Though she didn't know she was being followed.

"

Their voices were muffled by the ruffling of the wind.

The students and their teacher stopped at the middle of the fields, the adult bringing attention to themself as he coughed into his fists.

"We are gonna to do the quirk-apprehension tests once more, I'm going to see if you had decided to start practicing to become even better than last time or if you decided to slack off instead."

The students immediately started to protests.

What could a weeks worth of training change?

The older man glared at the students as he heard the question. "Even a sliver of an improvement could save your life one day!"

The crowd quited as they stared at the man.

He was about to continue until-

The man immediately turned around and threw his arm out to block the younglings from the possible unknown threat.

Dust and dirt flew all over covering the person, so he couldn't identify who it was.

"Who are you?" His voice was menacing, his eyes squinted in a glare.

"..." no one answered as the dust cleared.

The air became tense as the person was revealed.

"Oh shit she's hot!"

The pink-skinned girl didn't even bat an eyelash as she smacked the back of the head of the little grape-boy.

She stood from her squat as, as her hair twisted and turned as the wind blew, she ignored the older man and instead stared at the green-haired boy, her eyes bore into his.

"I-it's y-you!" Everyone's head snapped to the freckled boy.

"You know her?" His teacher asked, eyes still on the girl as he stared at her with untrust.

"Angel-San."

His face lit up.

That's right he never really introduced himself.

All eyes were in him now.

"Midoriya! how can you betray a brother and get yourself a hot girl?!" The grape boy had a betrayed look on his face as he spoke.

Most of his male peers and some female peers started piling him with questions and assaulting him.

Him becoming more and more flustered as more and more crazy questions and accusations came out of their mouths.

And the red-head girl seemed Impassive as everything played out.

Not really understanding the questions.

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW DEKU?!" The bombastic boy asked.

Deku? What a weird name for angel-San.

But nonetheless she answered.

"He was beside me in bed when I woke up."

The boy became an even darker shade of red as he processed the words.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief and betrayal.

They didn't think he was this type of person......

Oh he's fucked.

""

Than and there izuku wanted to die.

And Aizawa? He was just so damn tired.