ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

Deerskin

Be nice to a person, unless they've done something wrong, because karma always comes back to kick you in the ass.

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This form is fucking stupid, why do I need to go there? Because I'm being forced to, why else would I want to go?!

Izuku set the paper down on Aizawa's desk and walked back over to the little group they had going. "Do you think you'll have to go tomorrow?" Kirishima asked. Izuku shrugged and just sat down. "Most likely." Mina said, and Uraraka nodded.

"What did you even say to Monoma?" She asked and Izuku looked to the side. "Eheh... let's not talk about that."

Izuku sat at his desk, waiting for him to get called to Hound Dogs office. Once Aizawa's phone rang he basically left the room, walking down the hall. Aizawa didn't bother to answer it and just sent a text.

Izuku strut down the hall, turning a sharp corner before being met with the hero's office. He opened the door and sat down in front of him. "Midoriya?"
"That's the name." He leaned his head on his palm, staring at the hero. He knew his eyes were creepy, might as well put them to good use.

"Well, a student reported that you threatened to dissect them, is this true?" Izuku groaned. "No shit."

"Please watch your language." Hound Dog didn't seem to be very scared of him, so this would be harder than Izuku thought. "While you should be in trouble for threatening him, I'm more concerned why you chose that specific method."

"Because I like it." Izuku answered, honestly preferring his middle school class over this room. "Like what? That method, or—"
"Dissecting things." Izuku cut him off, staring daggers into his eyes. "Do you kill animals or people?" Hound Dog, although not visibly showing it, was absolutely terrified. He seriously considered letting this kid go back to class.

"No, it mainly just roadkill or some innocent animal that got killed or something. I have pictures if you wanna see it." Before Hound Dog could answer Izuku already had his phone out and was showing him several pictures of dead animals and organs that he preserved in jars.

"That must smell grotesque." The hero muttered underneath his breath, just barely catching Izuku's ear. "Actually no. If you preserve it properly it eliminates any odor." Hound Dog's mind was racing.

"If you had the chance, would you do that to one of your classmates?" Izuku looked offended. "Of course not, I'm not that crazy." Hound Dog nodded. "I'm not insinuating anything of the sort."

"Uh huh." Izuku rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He was surprised when it rolled back a bit. "Damn this thing spins? Sweet!" He spun in a circle, several times.

"Now I don't want you to miss too much class time, but I will keep you here a bit longer."
"Mk." Izuku stopped spinning and leaned back. "So what do you want to talk about."

"Well I feel like you could maybe find less disturbing hobbies."
"Disturbing?"
"Dissecting a creature involves cutting them open, which means blood will be spilled. Now, while it may give you a tolerance to the sight, it can have an impact on your mental health."

"So does school and nobody does anything about that." Hound Dog went silent. "That's a completely different topic."

"Yet everyone supports it. I might be delusional but I'm not going to stop doing what I like." Izuku stated, yet again making the pro go silent. "I'll see you again next week, you're free to go back to class."