The true "Izuku Midoriya".

Chapter 23: Anxiety

3rd Person's POV:
Thank goodness Izuku was fast with his phone calls, the teen came back fairly quickly. The moment he enters the room, the previous unbearable situation seems to have been lightened up by a million watts. The Daredevils turns back to their cheerful, loud and carefree personality as he sat down in his seat. "Sorry for the wait!" Izuku smiles warmly to his group, getting a quick kiss from his boyfriends on the cheeks before facing Aizawa in his serious expression.

"So. I made a couple quick calls. As far as my intel goes, Japan has been fairly quiet this past few weeks. Most of the underworld leaders were very cautious lately and so far, as I know. None has the urge to touch big fishes like U.A." Izuku put his professional voice tone on.

Aizawa nods immediately, not doubting him one bit. However before he could even speaks, a certain blond hot-headed Pomeranian had barked again. "Tch! What bullshit are you saying shitty nerd. Oh~ 'as far as my intel goes' HAHAHAA. What? Did Deku did some stalking on the news again? Like the sick freak that you are?! HAHAA." Bakugou continues his taunting while laughing loudly. However, none of his classmates seems to reciprocate how he felt because they're too busy cautiously watching Izuku and his group. Not wanting to be taught another lesson.

Although Izuku didn't say anything but the Daredevils were piping hot. How could this useless wastes be so insolent towards their angel. Alice immediately slams the table and stood up, following her movements are Aaron and Stella. "WHAT THE FVCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY BABY BROTHER, YOU WANNA BE HERO POMERANIAN!!" Alice shouts on top of her lungs. The roar could be heard echoing all the way to the opposite wing of the building. The ash-blonde was about to retort when suddenly an enchanting voice of laughter rang into everyone's ears, making its way to everyone's heart.

"Oh hahahaa~ please don't mind me...but seriously Alice!~ Did you seriously just called him a Pomeranian? How terrible. How shameful for you to say such a thing? It's extremely disrespectful to their species to be put into the same category as this- this horrible 'thing'." Izuku's laughter turns into slight trace of disgust when he points to Bakugou.

The whole room except for Class 3-A immediately went into an uproar of laughter. Eli immediately cover the cinnamon roll's eyes, saying "Don't look, Mi amor. I don't want you to be contaminated by it." He quickly took out a white silk handkerchief and wipe the soft hands of Izuku, which the teen previously uses to points towards Bakugou. Treating the greenette's hands as precious as rare gems.

"Okay. Enough messing around. We're planning on leaving tomorrow. Is that okay with you Problem Child?" Aizawa turns to look at the giggling greenette. Who in return only nods his head like a child, making most people in the room awed at him.

"Can we use my privy zoom Dadzawa. I don't really feel comfortable using commercial airlines..." Izuku pouts, tilting his head to the side. "Of course, Problem child." Aizawa showed his rare smile. Making class 3-A stare with wide eyes. "The- what now?" Kaminari suddenly spoke out leaving a lot of people face palming. "It is Problem child's way of saying a Private Jet." Aizawa gruffly explain.

"Okie dokie! It settled then! I'll contact the pilot to get the plane ready for tomorrow. We'll set off at sundown." Izuku announced quickly before waving and hurriedly went to packing. Hastily following his footsteps are his boyfriends, group and Sebastian. The last being very busy with phone calls and writing down notes on his notepad, while keeping up his pace with his young master's skipping footsteps.

~ Inside of our green angel's room:
Once the tall double doors swing open, a certain greenette can be seen dropping all of his positive expression. His steps that was previously skippy has turned heavy. He made his way to his walk-in closet. Swinging the closet door harshly towards the inside before pacing from rack to rack and drawer to drawer.