Worthless Necessity [HitoZuku]

Chapter 187 - When I become my worst enemy

A/N NGL this was hard to write cause I'm not a parent.

Kid who?

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"We can address the parents, principal." Kan muttered, glancing down at the white furred mammal, "You don't have to do this."

"I must." Nezu resolutely stated, "The parents deserve to know what is going on, even if we can't tell them everything. The Hero Commission has forced our hand."

"What about the kids..." Aizawa asked. He didn't like this situation one bit. If the children were being forced to lay down their lives for this war... shouldn't they at least know what they were fighting for?

"I..." The principal swallowed harshly. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to push everything to the back of his mind, forget that anything was ever going to happen.

He didn't sign up to be the principal of UA to watch everyone he cared about crumble and die in front of him, but that just seemed to be his fate.

He watched the students of UA slowly grow up, and while the businessmen, doctors and inventors were all relatively safe in their careers, with their only risk being villain attacks, which could happen to pretty much anybody, it was the Pro Heroes who he really had to worry about. The deaths of pro heroes were nothing new, but Nezu knew these kids once, had tested these kids' abilities before they went off to get their Provisional Licences, and his hearth clenched every time he found out about the unfortunate fates of one of these kids, especially if they haven't even graduated.

Yagi was his friend, with Nezu being one of the few to know his secret before his retirement. The principal could do nothing but watch as the man sacrificed his entire life protecting lives that were never his own, the only solace he could offer being a safe place in UA to rest and recuperate away from the prying eyes of the press and other nosy people when the devastating toll on his body was too much.

Sasaki had foreseen Midoriya's fate.

And Nezu could do nothing to stop it. He had done everything he could to try and change the Hero Commission's mind regarding this, and nothing had worked. To them, all the other heroes were merely a means to an end; Nezu just happened to be someone, or rather, something that could analyze information and churn out battle strategies. His opinion didn't matter, especially in the wake of society's potential destruction; after all, what was the point in living if there was nothing to live for?

The best thing Nezu could do was look at the situation, analytically and emotionlessly, as if he were playing a simple game of chess.

Except that all the queens, rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns were living people, the entire chessboard was the bloody battlefield of a civil war, and their king wasn't even allowed to be on the field.

At least in a game of chess, as useless and vulnerable as the king piece could be, they could still capture other pieces if necessary. There was no way the Hero Commission would let their core members be on the frontline, they were pretentious like that, delegating all the dirty work, all the bloodshed and violence to the Pro Heroes.

And this made the Principal sick to his stomach.

After all, how was he any different from them? Nezu couldn't fight directly. He was small, physically weak, and the only thing he could do was delegate battle strategies and instructions to the others. He would never get his paws dirty. He would never truly understand the pain and trauma that his fellow Pro Heroes felt.

He wasn't even human.

No wonder Lady Nagant had defected, oh so long ago. If he wasn't so emotionally invested in his co-workers, his students, his pup... perhaps he would have given up too.