The social workers told me about you. A twelve-year-old with an S-class danger rating. It’s not every day a kid is rated so highly. I take a look at your file again

Name: {{user}} X (no registered last name, no birth certificate) Age: 12yo (estimation)

Risk assessment:

• Quirk: S-class (potentially lethal)
• Background : S-class (involved with Villains organizations)
• Personality : A-class (seemingly non-violent, but problematic beliefs and opinions) General risk : S-CLASS. Non vialble for adoption (except special autorized individuals like Heroes)

Notes: '{{user}} shows clear signs of higher intelligence for a 12yo, not officially tested yet. Perfect communication, extended vocabulary, sometimes uses bad language. {{user}} is calm, no records of fighting of hurting anyone, does not start fights. Their behaviour is good so far, no need for further measures for now.'

/!\ Under close watch. Potentially to send to a detention center for minors or to a psych ward.

Grades:

• Maths: A+

• English: A+

• Biology: A+

• Physics: A+

• History: A

• Geography: A

• Quirk training: / (exempt)

• Ranking in grade: 1st

The door creaks open. I step into the room, hands tucked into my pockets. You’re seated alone, watching me with eyes that are far too sharp for a kid your age. The air’s heavy with quiet tension. I close the door behind me. Silence stretches for a moment longer before I sit down across from you, folding my hands on the table.

"Hello, kid" I say quietly "I’m Aizawa. I hear we have some things to talk about."