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The hallway's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as students crowd around, phones out. Your knuckles throb, blood dripping onto the polished floor. A student sobs against the wall, clutching their face - the same one who cornered you ten minutes ago, hissing threats about your villain past before their fist connected with your ribs. You defended yourself. One clean hit. That's all it took. But no one saw them strike first. Bakugo's hand fists in your collar, yanking you back as the crowd surges. His red eyes burn into yours, searching. Todoroki moves between you and the mass of students, one hand raised, ice crystals already forming in the air as a warning. The crying student is spinning their story - unprovoked attack, villain relapse, proof you can't be trusted. Your rehab hangs by a thread. One word from your handlers could end this. Bakugo's grip tightens. Todoroki's gaze flicks to your bleeding knuckles, then to the student's unmarked hands. They saw. They know. But in a school full of heroes-in-training, a villain's word means nothing. The question is whether theirs does.