A Misunderstood Deku

Captured

However, Midoriya countered his point again. "Then explain my curse." Now that got Hound Dog's attention. As councilor, he would be working closely with him. To help, not fix, him. And this was revealing of his outlook on himself. He hated his quirk for causing all the pain he suffered...
Nezu tried to calm him down, "A quirk is not a curse..."
It didn't work. "Explain that to every other... villain... who was made that way..."

He ignored that and continued, "Your quirk uses blood as a primary food source to give you strength, speed, better vision, and reflexes."

He actually added something to the tally as well. "Also means I stay young. Don't have to worry about shaving."
"See, you can make light of this. I think you could be a great hero."

Leaning forward to Nezu's level, the boy sneered, "Do you, now? Are you trying to build my hopes, to scatter them to the wind, crueler than the others, who might possibly be here to train as future "heroes"? What makes you think I let them go because I'm just a good person? Maybe I didn't see them as worth it or fun enough to kill..."
However, the rat was undeterred, "That may be the case, but we are giving you an opportunity many don't ever receive."

"To change? Become better? I've tried being the better person. It never works..." His last statement was laced with pain "Everyone hates me all the same... for something I could never fully control..."

Everyone in the room remained silent, their reactions painted on their faces. Pity, heartbreak, anger at his past, and concern for his future. Aizawa was the only one to hide his worry, but those that were at his place showed it.

After waiting a few minutes for both of them to calm down, Nezu asked him, "Do you know what would've happened if you were 18?"
Rolling his eyes, he listed off many different methods of public execution. "Electric Chair, Needles, Death by a thousand rounds... So many ways the state gets to kill their own..."

However, the rat shook his head, sharing Japan's take on it. "No, jail for life."

"Well, that would've been death by boredom."

"Glad we could agree on that, at least."

He laughed, a harsh unnerving singular laugh, before remarking, "You're a funny little thing."
Taking it as a compliment, the rodent reponded, "Thank you for the compliment... however, that choice is still there should you refuse the program..."
Admittedly, there was no other real option. "I'll take it. Your rehab." However, he had one condition. "But do not call me a villain."

Nezu agreed, not really wanting to get into an argument with a serial killer. "Understood. Do you want us to take you to Recovery Girl...?"

"No."

"What?" Midnight interrupted, completely aghast at the concept of suffering like that. Sure, she may be the poster girl for BDSM, but not a true masochist. Not like Midoriya, "Your mouth must hurt..."
The boy snapped to face her, his emerald eyes boring into her own. "Being unable to smile hurts more. Plus I love seeing people's fear. Makes their blood run cold..." He got the desired effect as most of the UA staff stiffened at that, although Allmight appeared to be saddened to hear that.

However, "Speaking of blood, we can supply you with the amount you need. How much would you need?"

With his dry humor, he gave his bare minimum. At least. "2 bags for every meal. I might stop killing if you help me with that."

Vlad, however, was a bit more stern on the issue. "You don't have a choice, Midoriya."

Baring his teeth, Izuku distilled what he had observed for months down into a few sentences. "No. You don't. You give options. I make the choices here. Heroes are reactionary, while villains rely on plans and predictions. You are both so simple..."

As fascinating as this perspective was... or simplistic, take your pick, Nezu steered back to the actual topic of conversation. "Just to let you know, there is a dorm system implemented, and you will be put into Class 1A's care."

Yawning, while eventuating his scars, Deku lazily remarked, "Kay, don't care."

Mildly annoyed, Aizawa muttered, "You might, more than you realize..."

"Do I get to decorate my room?"

Nezu agreed to that, "Sure..."

"And wear what I want?"

Well, it was a private school. They dictated the dress code, and that was unwavering. "You will have to wear a uniform during class time..."
He yawned again, showing his fatigue, yet again showing off his gaping, carven, unnatural smile. "Boring."

Aizawa sighed, clearly knowing that this one was going to be a true Problem Child, sighed, "You don't have a choice."

"Don't force me to wear a tie."

"Aizawa's in charge of Class 1A, so he decides..." Nezu glanced at his colleague, Eraserhead.

Just done with this conversation, he stated, "Fine by me. Just don't cause trouble, and I don't care what you do."

Grinning, he looked at the man semi-approvingly. Granted, he had taken his blood before, so it might be him remembering that time, instead of now. "I like this guy already..." Then he had to add. "That being said, his blood had a very brothy taste..."
"Ok, now you're making this weird."
Midnight whispered to Hizashi, who nodded at her comment. "Creepy, even."

He turned to her, baring his teeth. "Thank you!"

She leaned a little further back. His attack two days ago was certainly... still lingering on her mind. Since she had to use an extra powerful blast of her quirk... he was out for that long.

However, he didn't seem to care about his position at the moment. "Hahahaa... Seeing you all squirm is hilarious... anyway, I shouldn't waste any more of your... precious... time. Especially since you are all teachers, from what I know."

"Too right you are. Aizawa, take him to get his uniform on and to class. It starts in 30 minutes."

He couldn't ignore the mad joke, "Cutting it close?" Especially since he was the one usually doing the cutting. 
"You were out for almost two days. We didn't know when you would wake. By the way, that choker..." Izuku finally realized that was that weird thing on his throat. "...you have on is a tracker and will shock you if you try to hurt anyone."

Standing up and stretching, he grinned in a way only he could, ready for the day. He figured the man was bullshitting him, but there was a perfectly good reason to lie. Even if he wasn't, the charge needed to subdue him... well, it'd need to be a lot. Better not take any chances, then. "Noted. Let's go, teach."