Izuku: Variety

Why Should I Smile?

Analyst Izuku's appearance, as per the norm, is both similar yet vastly different from all the others. He's wearing a black blazer on top of a dark gray shirt, and black pants. Though some of the class note that each of the Izukus that have shown up (with clothes) have shared the same set of red shoes

Unlike the others though, his clothes are... messy. Disheveled. They don't look dirty or anything, but everyone looking at him gets the impression that he doesn't really care about his appearance. A belief reinforced by his hair.

Yes, each of the Izukus have dark green, messy curly hair. More of a bush or broccoli top than hair, really. But it's not 'doesn't take care of it' messy. More... organized chaos. But the self introduced 'Analyst' Izuku? It's not dirty, but a closer look reveals that his hair is tangled in multiple spots. It doesn't have that subtle vibrancy the others have, only noticeable now that they see that it's missing.

His disheveled appearance is only enhanced by the bags under his eyes, though thankfully not on the same level of their teacher or Shinso, from general studies. And even those aren't the thing that draws their attention. The thing that causes a shudder to run through their bodies.

No... It's his eyes.

Midoriya, Quirkless, Midosagi, Broccoli... Each of their eyes are bright and filled with life. They show that, despite their vastly different lives, each of them has that spark. The spark of passion. Of dedication. Of something they will devote one hundred percent of themselves to... then go beyond!

Analyst's eyes don't have that spark. That life to them.

It's like they belong to a dead man.

"...The hell happened to you?" Realizing his inner thoughts slipped out, Midoriya clamps his hands to his mouth with wide eyes as people side-eye him.

"Hey! No fair! Why do you get to curse!? I already used up my allowance on cursing for the week!" Midosagi crosses his arms and pouts.

Analyst just stares at him with his empty eyes and answers simply. "I gave up." He tilts his head towards Quirkless. "I didn't have someone who believed in me. And when All Might told me to be realistic? Well," he shrugs, "I took it to heart."

"Did you jump? Are we rabbit buddies!?" Midosagi jumps while using his fingers to give him bunny ears, deflating when Analyst shakes his head.

"No, I couldn't do that to Mom. The guilt would have driven her into an early grave." He pauses a moment. "That's not to say that I would object to dying, as long as it's not murder." He shakes his head. "I don't want her to become hateful towards whoever kills me. She's much too nice for that. No, a nice accident is what I'm hoping for. It's only a matter of time until it happens, with how little people care for the quirkless."

The corners of his lips twitch downwards without actually moving, as if he wants to frown but lacks the motivation to actually do it. "Of course, it should have happened already, but my two self appointed 'suicide by obliviousness bodyguards' keep saving me."

1-A lets out a collective sigh of relief hearing that there are people protecting this version of their friend. Even if he himself has given up, as long as he has people supporting him there's a chance that he'll regain the light in his eyes. Right?

"Who's your bodyguards? Are either of them a romantic partner?" Mina asks, hoping for more gossip on potential matches for their version of the green bean.

Coincidentally, this is also the time that Uraraka regains consciousness, and she's staring at Analyst with an intense gleam in her eyes.

Analyst snorts, an odd thing to see when his expression doesn't change. "Hardly. I'm quirkless. Even if that wasn't enough to stop any romance, I quite honestly think whoever might develop an interest in me is better off looking for someone better."