ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

To lazy to keep making names for chapters so 10

It's unforgivable for what acts certain people have done, e.g, Ted Bundy. Yet, he waltzed around to continuously murder young girls, and bait cops so he could live longer. A truly fucked world we live in.

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Really stupid, right?! Instead of next week, he called me into his office during Modern Literature! Hahah!

Izuku walked to Hound Dogs office, for the second day in a row. It was almost the end of Cementos class, so he was thankful he didn't have to sit through Ectoplasm's teaching. In all honesty, the teacher scared the shit out of him.

"I thought you said next week." Izuku said, walking to his new favorite spinning chair. He wasn't really complaining, he kinda liked his office. Had a very cozy vibe, it made him feel comfortable.

"I thought maybe you'd rather get this done quickly. And, honestly we had to end rather early yesterday, and I didn't want to hold you even longer next week." Izuku stuck his tongue and did a finger gun at his head . "So I came here for no reason?"

"Well, if you'd like to leave then—" Izuku decided to cut him off right there. "Nah, I like it in here." Izuku kicked off the wall with his legs, spinning around as he traveled to the other side of the room. "I try to make sure that this is a comforting environment to students."

Izuku stood up from the chair and started looking around. From the books on the shelves to the collection of items that gathered dust. He found a few empty notebooks. "You can take one of those if you'd like. Normally they're for students who like to express themselves through writing, but kids are a lot more out going this year."

Izuku smiled from where he was crouched, unknown to Hound Dog. Two favorite teachers.

Izuku just kept it on him, and returning back to the spinny office chair. He rolled around the room, almost falling flat on his face a few times. "I'll see you next week, Friday?" Hound Dog asked. Izuku thought about it for a few moments.

"No, Wednesday." He waved goodbye before leaving the office. The hero mentally applauded the child's behavior. Slightly more respectful than yesterday.

The walk back to class was strangely quiet. It was always quiet, but he felt like something stupid was going to happen.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't—"
"The crybaby who snitched because of a threat!" Izuku smiled at him. Monoma looked offended for a moment, before brushing it off. "How was the guidance counselor's office? I noticed it was your second day in there!" Monoma had that weird smile on his face, a slight tint of pink.

"Hmm, Monoma, I have a tip for you. Keep your hands away from your dick and grow a pair. Your 'type' is utterly ridiculous. You won't even get a girlfriend— or boyfriend if you prefer to have psychopaths who hate your guts."

Izuku gave him very good advice, the best he could! So it was a shocker when he ended up in the guidance counselors office on Monday. "Next time you see Monoma, and he tries to start an argument, what do we do?" They'd been going over this for 15 minutes, failing each time.

"Cuss his ass out." Hound Dog shook his head. "No, we ignore them. Try again." Honestly, he didn't see what was so hard about this. From what he could tell, Izuku didn't have any problems in the way of rage issues. So what was so hard about being nice and doing the right thing?

He wasn't built to ignore people who want to start fights, that's for starters. "Next time Monoma tries to argue with you, you?"

Izuku groaned, rolling his neck. He cracked it and sighed. "I ignore him." Hound Dog looked happy with the result. "We can keep working on that a bit tomorrow too. Good job, Midoriya." Hound Dog cheered him on.

"You're acting like I just got out of a psych ward." Izuku stared at him blankly as he said that, halfway out the door. There were days when he loved being out of class, like last week, and there's today. "If that's how you want to look at it."

"Hahah, doo da dee da dee da do do, doo da dee dee dee doo!" He hummed walking out of the room.

He leisurely walked back to class, he was only there for 15 minutes. "Might as well go there two times a week." He mumbled, reaching his classroom rather quickly. He opened the door and waltzed over to where his group normally sat.

"Izuku, you missed it, but we're aloud to work with groups because he doesn't want to grade individual project! Isn't that great, although we have to do it as a poster now, isn't that great?!" Mina and Uraraka had goofy smiles on their faces while Kirishima looked relieved. Had he seriously found NOTHING yesterday?

"It saved everyone who didn't know what they wanted to do! But we can't start yet." Izuku looked at them confused. "Why not?"

"Because we thought about it and want to do your project with you! If that's okay." Kirishima smiled. Izuku smiled back at the three. "Come on! Let's go get some poster paper!" Mina pushed Izuku and Kirishima in the general direction while she sat with Uraraka.

Uraraka got up for a moment to help, Mina dragged her down. "No! We can have some peace to talk about whatever while the boys are gone." Mina leaned back in her seat, at peace.

"Like what?" The Kirby— fuck I mean Uraraka asked. "That I have not figured out yet, young paladin." Uraraka laughed a bit.

"We're back!" Uraraka and Mina jumped at the two who suddenly had poster paper and some pencils. "That didn't take long!" The brunette smiled at them.

"It's right over there." Izuku pointed to the pile of poster paper on a desk that was literally 10 feet away from them. "Oh yeah... heheh...." She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"So, since you're the only person who knows what we're doing, you're in charge!" Izuku deadpanned. "So what do we write down?"