Was sanity an OPTION? - crack deku MHA

Fucking good citizens

I'M SO SORRY I DON'T SHIP THIS I SWEAR

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Izuku POV

I admit it. maybe trashing the kitchen wasn't the BEST idea, but to be fair. I hadn't seen that much food in literal decades.

Hobo man was standing in the corner of the room, his mouth wide open in shock. He seemed to be worried about the three bags of flour i'd spilt on me, but really he should be worrying about that massive gash on his cheek.

"Uh... uh." He just stuttered

"What?" I asked, making my eyes the most puppy-dog like i could possibly achieve.

He blinked disappointedly

*DEEP INHALE*

"Go to your room."

I blinked in return, "But"

"IZUKU"

"okay, okay I'm going MOM" I said hastily and ran Into the elevator mashing the up button with plus ultra force.

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I padded across the halls, opened my dorm door and took a running jump onto the bed, belly flopping tragically.

I peeled my face of the mattress to reveal the crumpled piece of paper nezu had sent me yesterday. I skimmed through it quickly, having entirely forgotten its contents.

(comes with having the memory of a goldfish I suppose)

I paused on the last paragraph, "The written and physical examination is tomorrow" followed by "yes, you must participate"

"nope, nope and nope." I mutter to myself. I honestly can't be fucked doing something else. Like, I know I've done jack shit education wise for the past month but still, too much. 

"you must participate"

"you must participate"

"you must participate"

oh god, he's taken over my brain.

"EVIL RAT MAN HAS MIND CONTROL THEORY, NOT CLICKBAIT?!" I mutter sarcastically to myself.

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I can hear Aizawa yelling frantically as a bunch of cleaners swarm in the building to fix up my mess, and for some reason I feel just the slightest bit motivated to actually.. I don't know.. contribute to something.

Oh no... I'm becoming a good citizen.

how depressing

OMIGOD IDEA

I could, die. 

In the exam, and then get UA sued for endangerment of students!!!

okayokay

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I walk over to my pile of clothes in search of something else to wear, considering the clothes I had already chosed were now covered in about 5 tons of flour and a handful of tiny broccoli stems. 

I select, basic brown shorts and the UA logo short sleeve shirt .

Geez, I need to go shopping. I look like a walking advertisement.

I take a quick look in the mirror, decide that I still look like a peice of shit (just like yesterday, and the day before) , decide that I actually don't care and run out of the door.