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Deku: The justice hero (MHA, ft. class 1a, Aizawa, Nezu)

"Izuku Midorya, you are expelled on the grounds of suspicion that you might be the UA traitor."

Izuku silently scoffed at the principal in front of him, sitting on his stupid little desk in his stupidly large office. "We both know who the actual traitor is, Nezzie," he said, deciding to clap back for once. "So explain."

Relishing the surprised look on the rat's face, he stared him down.

Then, Nezu spoke: "If a quirkless hero were to rise it would shake the board and move the pieces, I don't want that to happen." He frowned. "It would upset the careful balance I have created."

Of course, it would be about his stupid game. If he really thought he was in control, he was not as smart as people made him out to be. One person could influence a lot of people, yes, but no one could reach everyone in the world by how Nezu was doing it.

Nezu didn't want him to change the board huh? Well he was going to have to try harder than that, not that Nezu knew that.

"Okay."

Nezu's shocked face was worth letting his facade drop for a few minutes: Eyes blown wide, mouth hanging slightly open. "What?!" He spluttered.

"Okay, but don't blame me if your pieces switch sides. You're not the only player on the board," Izuku turned on his heel and strutted out of the office. He was determined to shake the board, starting with gaining sympathy and support.

Throwing his facade back on, he ran to the dorms, already forming the crocodile tears everyone expected his reaction to be. He dashed past Uraraka, Bakugo, Iida, and a few others, their faces a mix of concern and indifference, before slamming his room door shut. That should draw their attention.

Just as quickly, he began packing, ensuring each movement was loud. And the tears kept flowing. Why was crying so easy now? It wasn't like him. Since middle school, he'd had to force tears out. Why was his body betraying him now?

It wasn't because he wanted to be a hero. Maybe it was because he feared never seeing his friends again. He became a hero to prove everyone could be powerful. So, if he couldn't do that, being a villain would still send the message. His mom knew and supported his potential turn to villainy, understanding society's prejudice against quirkless individuals

A knock on his door snapped Izuku out of his thoughts. Audibly wiping his tears, he hurried to the door and opened it. There stood a concerned Iida and Uraraka, Iida's rigid posture betraying worry, while Uraraka's surprised eyes spoke volumes.

They were the easiest to persuade: Iida because of his rigidness and Uraraka because of the money and her loyalty to friends.

"What's going on, Deku? Are you okay, and why are you packing your stuff?!"

To say she looked surprised would be an understatement. Beside her, Iida's concerned face was illuminated by the dim light filtering through Izuku's closed blinds.

Biting back a scoff, he stammered out, "Principal Nezu- expelled me because... because I'm quirkless." He hiccuped.

"What!" Iida's eyes widened as his hands shot up in a decisive chopping motion. "That's a disappointing action from the principal. I never thought he might be quirksist. It makes me question if heroics is the right path with teachers like him."

"How dare that Rat!" Uraraka seethed after Iida was done, clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white. "I am going to Aizawa and then I'll kill that stupid fucking-"

"Language"

"-Rat myself!"

It was working. Izuku fought back a smile. Now that he had the cards to win, the only question was how he'd play them. He knew he had to wait until Nezu's hand was the worst to strike but the seeds had been planted. Pride bloomed in his chest, he was outmaneuvering Nezu...