ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

12

If a nickname is well thought out and from the heart, you enjoy iy. And if it's not, it becomes a cage you're trapped in. You can never get away. Oh, you thought this was about nicknames?

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Pfft— I can't believe the face Sero made! Surprisingly, he isn't even the one who snitched! It was Mineta, so I'll kick his ass later for another reason to end up in this office!

"I brought you something, wanna see it?" Hound Dog, reluctantly, sighed and nodded. Izuku pulled out a squirrel. Yall know him, yall love him, it's the squirrel of crucification.

"'Oswald the Holy'?" Hound Dog read the name plate and had to stop himself from laughing. Izuku, again, spun himself around in his chair, which was practically labeled by now. "Why haven't you called my mother about any of this yet?" He suddenly asked, throwing the guidance counselor off guard.

"What?"
"Aren't you like legally obligated to tell parents about shit like this?"
"Yes, I am. And I have, she must not be saying anything about it." Izuku could sense the lies this man was spitting, but he decided to let it go. He just kept quiet, while Hound Dog clacked away on his computer, probably emailing someone.

"So Oswald?" He had to stop himself from laughing again. "It's a perfectly respectable name."
"In what region?" The man let out a small giggle. "The region of nunya." Izuku crossed his arms and huffed. "The only reason he's here is because I thought it would nicely decorate this room. It's so bleak."

"Well, thank you, Midoriya and Oswald for trying to accessorize my office." Izuku smiled and laughed. "Anytime!"

"Now then..."
"Ugh, do we really have to talk about this?"
"What else is there to talk about?" Izuku groaned and leaned back in the seat.

"I know some people don't like certain nicknames, but I don't believe it's quite fair to snap at your classmate because of one. He didn't even know." Izuku groaned.

"Well either way it's rude to call people random things without checking to see if it's okay. I don't mind nicknames and shit but how would you feel if someone called you a 'cinnamon roll'?" Hound Dog shrugged.

"While I do see the point you're trying to make, maybe you can assert yourself in less of a violent way?"
"That doesn't really get the point across much." Izuku turned into the side in his spinny chair, facing the window. Sunlight covered his face.

"Can you at least try?" Izuku side glanced him and nodded.

"You're free to go back to class now." Izuku nodded and stood up. "See ya later!" He waved as he, for once in his life, walked out of the room normally. Hound Dog sighed and picked up the squirrel.

"Oswald, ehh? I think you'll fit in quite nicely right here." He placed it on a shelf visible from the doorway. He didn't notice the sound of his door creaking open slightly.

"Hound Dog." A small rat thing jumped up onto Izuku's chair. (Bitch you better get the fuck down before Izuku knows you're on his chair—)

"Nezu, how have you been?" He turned around, deadpanning when he realized whose chair he was sitting on. He's to nice though, so he won't say shit. (Not Canon but whatever)

"I've been doing just fine, and you?" Hound Dog nodded in agreement. "So why are you in here?"

"I wanted to talk about something important. Well, someone."