The Boy in the Chair

Bitterness that Built this Town

"We are here to kill All Might!"

"You can call us the League of Villains."

"It has shock absorption and super regeneration! It's meant to beat you at your 100%, All Might!"

The voices from his laptop bounced off the walls, reverberating all throughout his office, which aside from himself, was completely devoid of any life.

They're bare of any major awards, except his diplomas. People know how accomplished he is. There's no need for it to be bragged about more. Instead, a few photos line the walls. The first one he ever put up showed him and his mom. It was taken the day of a hero convention. His mom had worked overtime in order to buy him tickets. The young man remembers how excited he was and it's shown by the huge smile on his photographed face. It was a reminder of his past, a reminder that his mom always supports him.

The next photo is one that makes him laugh. A few hours after he had announced his presidency to the Commission, Hawks had asked him if he wanted to go for a "joy ride." The ever excited fanboy in him said yes, of course.

Thinking back, he should have maybe clarified what that term meant. Because soon enough, he was screaming in the sky on Hawks' back. He remembers the light laughter from his bodyguard. Eventually, someone saw them and snapped a picture, which the young president was able to get his hands on with some bribery (don't judge him, he couldn't just let it possibly float around on the internet). He liked hanging that photo in his office, because it reminded people that he was still a person. Not just a scary government officer.

The remaining photos served as memoirs of meeting heroes he's always admired. There's one with him and Nezu drinking tea while scheming. Another of him and Sir Nighteye posing as All Might (Sir Nighteye was much more enjoyable then All Might's presence. Nighteye was a lot more cultured and comedic). Another that displayed him air Dj-ing with Present Mic, and another of him and Cementoss arguing about the price of steel. The last one displayed Eraserhead in a yellow sleeping bag, which made him look like a damn caterpillar. The young man remembers stumbling upon the hero laying on the floor and he couldn't help himself. Photos are worth a thousand words afterall.

But no matter how comforting or hilarious the photos are, Izuku D. Midoriya stares blankly at the frames. His mouth is covered by clenched hands, elbows sitting atop the desk. The threatening words of villains continuously playing aloud.

Izuku has been sitting alone in his office since Keigo and Kaina left for patrol. Although the winged hero is officially his bodyguard, self-appointed he might add, Izuku declared it unfair to completely separate him from his hero work. He knew his friend still wanted to directly help people and the young president couldn't fully take that away from him. Thus, Hawks still continues his patrols, though significantly less often.

And Kaina was simply just doing her patrol. While she definitely seemed to have another duty similar to Hawks in protecting him, unlike Keigo, this wasn't her job. She was just thankful for Izuku, so she'd protect him with her life.

He's a little bit grateful his bodyguards left. Izuku wouldn't want to accidentally take his frustrations out on the two. And that's saying something. His frustrations and concerns have reached a peak for one reason.

The USJ Incident.

It happened exactly 6 days ago. It's been on Izuku's mind for about 5 days now. He's listened to what audio they were able to gather. He's read the transcripts of what the students, staff, and captured villains experienced. He talked to All Might (in a very sincere and definitely not interrogative way) about the so-called Nomu. He has every bit of information regarding the circumstances.