Take my Brain, or What Remains(ON HOLD)

Chapter 6: Crazy Train

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"So, how did the exam go?"

Midoriya looked up from his second slice of cake. It was so delicious. So moist. Pretty much everyone had left at that point, not that there were many in the first place, but Midoriya didn't mind. He wasn't really close with that many people. He wasn't stupid enough to ignore that.

He wiped the crumbs from his mouth as he leaned back on the couch. Chonk made herself comfortable on his lap, purring as he stroked her back.

"It was hard. A lot of morality questions I wasn't expecting. Although, I realise now it was inevitable. Not everyone who has the skills to be a great pro hero would be the best of the best intelligence-wise. Not too bad, I like to think I did well."

Aizawa nodded, thanking Yamada when he was presented with tea. The yellow-blond scooted next to Midoriya on the couch. He perked up.

"I'd like to thank you for being the ONLY student with the decency to respond to my amazing speech. I was trying to get everyone pumped up! Ya know?"

Midoriya chuckled. Aizawa raised an eyebrow in confusion. Midoriya liked to think that he was getting better at reading the man. It was hard, no doubt, but he had a few set reactions. Trained. Ingrained. Maybe it was a bad thing, that Midoriya never mentioned how easy it can be to tell what he's thinking sometimes.

"During our special talk in the auditorium, Mr. Present Mic here thought it would be a good idea to try 'call and answer' on a bunch of anxious teenagers. I, of course, don't have a fibre of common sense, so I was the only one that actually responded."

Aizawa snorted. Yamada glared at him.

"It was AWKWARD, not funny, Shouta. I was a laughing stock! I'm old. It's official. I can't connect with the kids anymore!"

Midoriya smirked at the man's antics.

"Yamada, I'd say it was more about nerves than your performance. Don't worry about it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'm older than you, and I connected with three whole 'kids'."

Aizawa blinked, satisfied about something or other. Yamada wailed.

"You're not OLDER than me! At least...not properly! I'm OLD!"

Midoriya patted his back sympathetically, still trying to hold back giggles.

Aizawa clearly had had enough of the conversation.

"And the practical exam?"

Midoriya's glare took on an icy tone.

"You pricks didn't tell me the zero pointer was taller than a fucking building."

Yamada choked on his laughter. Aizawa was trembling with mirth.

"Sorry, but I had already told you more than I should have at that cafe in Kiyashi Ward."

Midoriya rolled his eyes, smiling.

"I'm kidding it just..."

He thought of the chill that went through him. Reminding him just how real it was. Like the gargantuan turret. Giant red eye-

He shook his head to disperse his thoughts.

'Eyes,' he mentally corrected himself, 'the zero pointer had more than one.'

Oh, crumbs.

"...caught me off guard."

The two men exchanged glances, clearly noticing his pause.

"Well, we can't say much about your results until next week, but I was watching with the other teachers. I have to say, you impressed them. And me."