Little Misadventures with BNHA (oneshot and short fic collection)

REQUEST: Midoriya - Classification AU - pt. 1

Request:

"It would be the classification au but my own version of it (it's kinda like your but they get tested when there 13 and they get a certificate thingy that proves what they are and they don't have a scent like in your version) and izuku gets little he then buys a fake certificate due to the fact his family hates littles and he pretends to be a neutral until he gets to UA when nezu notices something off about him he looks into izuku's records and finds out he is an age regressor not an neutral like he claims to be he then gets assigned a caregiver due to his little age being 0-3 and his caregiver is bakugou (it could also be momo if you don't like caregiver bakugou) and his caregiver trys to make him slip

Sorry this is such a long request and I'm sorry if it's kinda messy and if there's any part you don't like or don't wanna write that is completely just let me know and we can come up with a compromise"

A/N: Of course! Sorry it's taken me so long, but better late than never!

Enjoy!

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That Midoriya kid was quite the strange spectacle. 

At least in Nezu's eyes.

He made this thought clear as such to Aizawa before classes had begun, seeing as the man would be in close contact with the student. 

"I suspect the boy might not be classified correctly." Nezu said, perched within Aizawa's scarf as the hero typed away on a computer in the teacher's lounge. 

"And what makes you say that? It's illegal to fake a classification document." Aizawa replied. Doing so could get someone in a whole heap of trouble. Fines, community service, even jail time if it's particularly harmful. 

Nezu shrugged his tiny shoulder, "Just call it my intuition." He answered simply. 

Of course he had reasons. Mainly small flickers of expressions or body language that hinted at a well-trained mask slipping every so slightly. Especially the moments after those slips. Midoriya would suddenly become more tense, as if he was frustrated with himself. 

Or scared of what would happen if he let the mask drop completely.

While this school especially does its best to accommodate any and all classification types, there are obviously stigmas throughout society. While Nezu and all the faculty fully knew a little could become a great hero as much as a caregiver can, the fact of the matter is that there are those in the world who disagree.

Those who disagree quite strongly. 

"Just keep an eye on the boy and let me know if you notice anything." Nezu said, hopping out from Aizawa's nice warm scarf. 

"And if I do?" Aizawa wondered.

"Then we'll make sure he gets the care he needs." Nezu answered with a smile. 

They'll also make sure whoever faked that classification certificate gets the proper punishment.

Especially if Nezu's hunch about Midoriya's true classification is proved correct. 

Only time will tell.

And boy did time have quite the story.

"Midoriya, a word please?" Aizawa said as the final bell rang.

Said boy flinched upon being singled out but nodded, shoving his things in his backpack before making his way to the front of the room.

"Yes, sensei?" He wondered.

"Nezu would like to speak to you in his office, come with me." Aizawa spoke, motioning for Midoriya to follow. 

They walked mostly in silence, but that silence was nearly unbearable for Midoriya so he finally spoke.