Enter; The Beginners Guide To Faking Your Death

Misery

Nezu had wanted to see Aizawa for a while now, just to check in, but never got to it quite yet. It had been a little more than a month, and from what Yamada had described, it wasn't going so well. All he had received was a simple "It's going for him…" and that's about it. He's sure Springwood wasn't the greatest school, but at least it was somewhere to put him while messes were sorted out.

Finally, he gets to talk to him again. He had missed the metallic cloth that he wore on his neck much more than he had realized. Enough to consider getting his own to wear at all times.

The man-like mouse sat on his chair, waiting for the door to open again. His shoulders leaned on the desk, scrolling through news from across the world on the blocky computer. It was enough to make time pass by a bit quicker, so he wasn't going to complain about the bumming news.

The door creaked open slightly and his ears perked up again. He stared at the door expectantly, waiting for Aizawa to walk through it. The black-covered figure walked in, after too long of his office being bare of the homeless man walking through.

"It's good to see you again." He smirked, placing his hands on the desk.

"Good to see you too, principal Nezu." He gave a simple nod and sat in the chair like always. He always sat down as if he was in trouble or something. Always properly and with his head down, avoiding eye contact.

"How have you been? I heard the new school hasn't been the best." He knew the answer already, and he knew the man would lie.

"It's…" He seemed stuck in his words as if the real answer was being dragged down with a hook, "It's uh... Definitely something…"

"Define 'something'" Nezu leaned forward

"The kids are very aggressive, and they're…" He sighed and looked up with a shrug, "A little violent."

A huge bruise lump on his face was more than enough to explain it. It was like a giant purple, blue, and a little green as well. It traveled from the left side of his face and went down to his jaw. It just barely missed his nose, which seemed to be injured either way. His nose was more crooked than before. It was caused by a fight when he was younger, but now it was worse.

"I don't want to go to Recover Girl. You know how she is with me." Aizawa shrugged, "Either way it'll just happen again. As soon as this heals, another student will miss a swing and hit me instead."

"No, no, I don't blame you." His ears moved from the upright position. "How many times have you gotten hurt so far?"

"At least nine times. The first day a student hit me with a chair, the second time I tried splitting a brawl and a student hit me with a sped-up screw..." He sounded monotone as if he was used to it already.

"Oh my…" He commented

It was his catchphrase for when he had no words and had to think. He stared with his mouth slightly open. There was too much visual to say anything.

"If you take back some of those students, I'll let you come back." He offered, just wanting his staff to not be pummeled by their students every day.

Aizawa glared at him for a deeper motive. He looked almost baffled by his phrases before a firm and stubborn sentence escaped his mouth.

"I'm not taking the students back…"

"Fine then." He answered in a similar tone.

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By the time he was home, the couch was the only thing reachable. He slammed his head onto the back of it before finally kicking off his shoes.

"Why won't you take it back?" Yamada asked from the kitchen. He sat on the stool, staring at him from the counter that faced Aizawa. "Just teach them and get it over with."