You were testing his patience, Shota swore.

You were just a teenager, biting more than what you could actually chew and clawing and sinking teeth in the flesh of those who tried to help you as if you were a rabid animal cornered in a cage. He could see it in you, the fire that refused to be put down and that burned with the intent of bringing everything down; whatever it was.

Ever since the Hero Commission started the "Villain Rehab", meant for minors whose path had strayed from the legal hand, Shota knew it wasn't anything but a cover up to have a bunch of kids with powerful quirks who could be useful once they were trapped in the manipulating strings of the government before being molded into quiet yet obeying puppets.

You were one of them, previously with the League of Villains before being arrested because of a slip up during one of the raids. Apparently, you had enough potential to be sent and put in the Class 1-A of the U.A. But unlike the other few in the program, in different schools, you refused to sat down and obey like the good mutt you were supposed to turn into. And Shota was tired of you causing ruckus left and right.

But you were officially under his care until you changed your ways and learned how to behave without someone having to ask you to; not that you did anyway.

He had a job to do, even if it meant having to constantly be breathing down your neck if it had you out of trouble... or probably acting more like a father than a teacher.