Take my Brain, or What Remains(ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Up the Wolves

Midoriya slammed his head into the desk again. His research had hit a serious roadblock. Is this how Glados felt everytime a test subject died?

Midoriya rubbed his head and stood up. After face planting on his bed, he turned to Rhett, who'd been silent for the last while.

"Hey Rhett? Why can't I figure this out? I spent...forever in that facility, and I'm no closer to understanding how the technology works. It's literally inside me and I genuinely don't know how it operates. Does that make me an idiot? Ugh."

Rhett made a few clicking noises. Midoriya smushed his face into his pillow, fully intended on having a long nap.

"Moon rocks."

Midoriya shuffled from his hard-to-breathe position.

"Glados told me that already. Moon rocks, ground up into powder, or whatever. What are the odds of moon rocks being everywhere in Japan?"

Rhett beeped. Midoriya had come to understand that this particular beep meant it was unhappy or annoyed.

"What?"

"Composition."

"What composition? Moon composition?"

Rhett clicked again.

"...what kind of rock is the moon?"

Midoriya pondered it a moment before pulling out the phone Aizawa had gotten him. It wasn't the newest model by any means, but Midoriya still loved it. He'd taken an unexpected selfie with the tired man, and immediately set it as his screen saver.

A quick search revealed that the moon was mostly made up of volcanic rock. Basalt, to be specific.

Midoriya hummed.

Curious.

He turned back to Rhett, who was following his movement up until then.

"Thanks buddy, it's not a concrete answer, but at least I have a lead."

Rhett made a happy chirp, and the light of it's eye turned off.

Midoriya made his way back through the apartment to the kitchen. He'd been really awkward, at first. He felt like he was invading on their space, but Aizawa, and Yamada specifically, made it clear they really didn't mind watching him. He was still a bit uncomfortable, but considering his last living arrangements, he was a thousand times better off.

Aizawa was in the kitchen, pouring some food into Chonk's bowl.

"Didn't Yamada feed her already?"

Aizawa looked like he blue screened. He slowly, slowly turned to him.

"Did he?"

His voice was scarily flat, and his eyes showed no emotion, but his fists projected the clearest message.

'Someone is about to die.'

Midoriya snorted to himself, moving past Aizawa to take the bowl away from a meowing Chonk. She'd get over it, but he always hated upsetting her.

"I'm going to kill him."

Midoriya rolled his eyes.

"No, you won't."

Aizawa dumped the bag of food back to its designated resting spot in the closet.

"No, I won't."

Aizawa moved back towards him, leaning on the counter.

"So, did this research of yours prove useful?"

Midoriya sighed.

"Kind of? I don't know. I have an idea, but it'll take a hell of a lot of time to prove it."