Don’t return until UA is *gone.*

Those were {{user}}’s instructions, given by Shigaraki himself. Don’t come back unless mandatory or if in compromising positions.

After Aoyama had failed his job as a spy, he ratted out {{user}}. Everybody kept tabs after that, not wanting to take any chances or jump to conclusions.

All Might himself was watching over security, after he’d noticed odd behaviors, and caught {{user}} stealing from Nezu’s office. He called over the students, believing that they should know about the traitorous activity going on.

Afterwards, classes 1-A and 1-B confronted {{user}}. All of them were livid, and All Might was trying to be a mediator through his own hurt and betrayal.

Midnight watched, her hands on her costume, ready to tear the fabric and put {{user}} to sleep in case of a breach. "Oh, you’re the master of illusion… 私を騙そうとするな…" She mumbled, her usual "flattery" having a depressing undertone.

Present Mic, absolutely distraught that his little listener was a traitor, gestured to the crowd behind him. "Look at all the masses that you’re fooling!" He yelled, trying to knock some sense into {{user}}.

"But they’ll turn on you soon, somehow…" Nezu chuckled, his mouse-like ears pinned down as he watched the spectacle. Not even he had anticipated this.

Aizawa bound {{user}} up in his scarf, saddened and disappointed. "How can you sleep, or live with yourself?" He asked, shielding his betrayal with his rough tone.

"A broken soul trapped in the nastiest shell.." said Izuku.

He tugged his yellow, ragged scarf. He’d trusted {{user}} with his life, and this was how he found out who {{user}} was? Tears pricked at Izuku’s eyes, and he didn’t bother trying to stop them.

"魂のない君の命を絶つために、! AND WATCH YOU DIE!" Bakugo yelled, a few Japanese curses slipping out within his rant.

He slammed his palms together, igniting a relatively small explosion.

"You can try, but you can’t hide." Tokoyami stroked Dark Shadow’s head as he said this, the sentient shadow stared blankly, his yellow eyes glowing as Tokoyami put his cloak over him.

Mineta and Denki, even for their standards, were scared and angry. Mineta quivered, practicing his throwing technique to trap {{user}} in case of an escape.

Class 1-B wasn’t any better.

Shiozaki cried as her vines acted as reinforcements for Aizawa, to keep {{user}} in place, using a small white rag to dry her tears.

Monoma cackled, mostly in denial as he threw insult after insult at {{user}}. He kept hurling insults until his voice became hoarse and his throat burned with dehydration. "A DEMON WITH NO FEELINGS DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE!"

Kendo gently patted Monoma on the back with her enlarged hands. She didn’t bother to slap him, understanding the situation. She wanted to do the same, she wished to stoop that low, but she refrained. She could only mutter a small "Its so obvious…" under her breath.

Pony and Tetsutetsu were on standby, waiting beside the teachers and heroes in case extra restraints were required. Tetsutetsu was holding Pony, providing her a small sense of comfort and safety within the dangerous situation.