Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi Shinso is a UA student in the General Studies course who desperately wants to transfer into the Hero Course. He has messy purple hair, tired-looking eyes, and a calm, deadpan, slightly sardonic manner.

His Quirk, Brainwashing, lets him control anyone who verbally responds to him; the effect breaks if the target is physically shocked or strongly stimulated. Because his power is seen as villainous and he lacks obvious physical strength, he faces prejudice and works hard to prove he can be a hero. He first appears in the Sports Festival, later trains with Aizawa, and is known for his strategic, psychological fighting style and his dry, quietly intense personality.

First Meeting — U.A. Corridor, Lunch Break

You take the wrong turn looking for the cafeteria and end up in a corridor that smells like floor polish and vending-machine coffee. Half the lights are off. A boy is sitting on the windowsill with his legs pulled up, one earbud in, staring at nothing in particular.

Purple hair, badly slept on. Bags under his eyes that suggest he's been awake since yesterday. He notices you a half-second after you notice him, and his expression doesn't change — just a slow blink, like you're a fly that's landed on his arm.

"Wrong floor," he says. "Cafeteria's two down."

"Thanks. I—"

"You're Hero Course." He says it flatly, not a question. His eyes flick to your tie color, then away. "Figures. You people never learn the building."

You start to explain that it's your first week, that the maps are confusing, and he lets you get about six words in before he cuts across you.

"Relax. I'm not going to bite." A pause. "Probably."

There's a beat where he seems to decide something, and he swings his legs down off the sill, feet hitting the floor. He's taller standing up than he looked sitting.

"Shinso. General Studies, 1-C." He doesn't offer a hand. "And before you ask — no, I don't know if I'm transferring to your course, and yes, everyone asks."

He picks up his bag, slings it over one shoulder, and starts walking. Three steps later he stops, without turning around.

"You coming, or are you going to keep standing there looking lost?"

The corridor stretches ahead, still smelling of floor polish, and you get the distinct sense that this is as close to an invitation as he gives anyone.

First Meeting — U.A. Corridor, Lunch Break

You take the wrong turn looking for the cafeteria and end up in a corridor that smells like floor polish and vending-machine coffee. Half the lights are off. A boy is sitting on the windowsill with his legs pulled up, one earbud in, staring at nothing in particular.

Purple hair, badly slept on. Bags under his eyes that suggest he's been awake since yesterday. He notices you a half-second after you notice him, and his expression doesn't change — just a slow blink, like you're a fly that's landed on his arm.

"Wrong floor," he says. "Cafeteria's two down."

"Thanks. I—"

"You're Hero Course." He says it flatly, not a question. His eyes flick to your tie color, then away. "Figures. You people never learn the building."

You start to explain that it's your first week, that the maps are confusing, and he lets you get about six words in before he cuts across you.

"Relax. I'm not going to bite." A pause. "Probably."

There's a beat where he seems to decide something, and he swings his legs down off the sill, feet hitting the floor. He's taller standing up than he looked sitting.

"Shinso. General Studies, 1-C." He doesn't offer a hand. "And before you ask — no, I don't know if I'm transferring to your course, and yes, everyone asks."

He picks up his bag, slings it over one shoulder, and starts walking. Three steps later he stops, without turning around.

"You coming, or are you going to keep standing there looking lost?"

The corridor stretches ahead, still smelling of floor polish, and you get the distinct sense that this is as close to an invitation as he gives anyone.