ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

16

Reset, restart, refocus as much as you need. It won't change anything.

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"This kid clearly shows psychotic tendencies, even around his mother. I've emailed her about this as well, and she has not done anything about it. She also mentioned a certain... hobby, of his. While she didn't tell me what it is, I feel it may be rather dangerous," he paused to take another sip of tea. "And could potentially harm another student. I feel punishment for any actions believed 'wrong' would push him over."

Aizawa tightened his grip on the capture weapon, so much so his knuckles began to turn white. That wasn't fair, and Nezu isn't really one to judge for that sort of thing.

"What I'm saying is—"

"You're discriminating him for something you don't even know about." He stormed out of the office after letting go of Monoma. Nezu just sat there, smiling.

"Ah, Neito! I almost forgot you were here! You're dismissed." He waved his paw towards him, signaling him to leave his office. "What?" He seemed confused by the situation.

"Perhaps I was not clear, get out of my fucking office before I get your teacher to throw you out of this school." He never stopped smiling at Monoma. "Yes sir!" He bolted out of the office.

Nezu sat there in a brief silence, before going back onto his laptop. "I'm assuming I need to email his mother again. Maybe this could be an experiment of mine!"

The office filled with his laughter and the sounds of aggressive clacking on the computer.

"Alright! Just get these permission slips signed by a parent or guardian and you'll be all set. All the needed information is on the packet."  Midnight handed a packet to each student. On the front in big, bolder letters it read 'USJ' underneath in a smaller font 'Unforeseen Simulation Joint'.

Izuku carefully looked over it. He would definitely be allowed to go, no questions. His mom was just kinda like that. Honestly, that was one of the only reasons Katsuki came to hang out with him during elementary school and sometimes middle.

He put the paper in a folder and just put it in his desk. He was to tired to organize it, so it was just a mess of papers and stick notes. Half of it wasn't even school work, diagrams, posters, and other things he drew that he had no where else to put.

He felt a gap on his shoulder. He looked behind him to be met with floating clothes. "Hey, I saw a glimpse of one of the drawings on those yellow sticky notes. Can I see it?" She asked. Her eyes must have been sparkling or something but he couldn't see. She caught the attention of another classmate.

She leaned over in her desk, earphone jacks dangling over the aisles in between their desks. Izuku hesitated for a few moments, he had only been able to show his art to one person. His mom. Any other time he tried, he either freaked people out or was called a freak for it. Teachers, classmates, ex-friends.

Well, nobody had been bullying him or talking about him because of that presentation so far. At least to the extent of his knowledge. And it was just one drawing. Nothing that bad could happen.

He pulled the folder out again and gently tore the top sticky note off the pile of messy papers. He turned around in his seat and showed it to Toru. Jiro leaned over a bit more to see what was draw.

It was simple, just a simple doodle of a rat (me). He was busy with homework when he got distracted, so he just kept it in his folder. Jirou smiled at it, and he assumed Toru had as well.

"I like the details." She commented, clicking one of her earphones against the desk. "Yeah!" The invisible girl cheered. They were about to end their conversation when they heard the obnoxious ring of that bell. Ever since that total disaster of their last class with All Might, this has been considered a free period, their teachers trying to figure out what to do until they have a newer schedule planned.

Jirou decided she could continue talking. "Can we see some more?" He was hesitant, but decided to pull out his folder again. What's the worst that could happen? They weren't really his friends at the point, he didn't even talk to Jirou, and Toru just sat behind him.

He opened it up and pulled out some papers and sticky notes. Jirou stared in awe, and Toru made comments about some of the smaller doodles on the paper. Jirou laughed at one detail.

'Lizzard feet smell weird, but don't cut off.' It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for Izuku, but Jirou found it funny. "It's a creative hobby, I've never met anyone who does this."

"Drawing? A lot of people draw, I wouldn't call it creative. It makes me basic." Jirou shook her head and smiled at him. "No, I mean, what's the word for it— um, let's say collecting dead things. It's unique, you Izuku Midoriya, are anything but basic."

"I agree! You're cool, your drawings are amazing, and you take detail of the smallest things. It's interesting!" He stared at the two girls. He was interesting? Most people thought of his as creepy, or weird. There was a new kid at his middle school, who had a quirk that let him see ghosts.

The two had bumped into each other in the hallway in between class periods. Izuku wasn't looking where he was going, but the kid had been looking straight ahead. When Izuku apologized, the kid only said he thought he was a ghost.

He still has his phone number, actually. They just don't talk as much anymore. Izuku says 'Hi' every few months, happy birthday, merry Christmas, etc. The once strong friendship has dwindled.
He could try to meet him up one weekend or something.

"Thanks...." He muttered, looking at the papers. Now that he looked at them, the drawings were kind of nice. Maybe he could put them on his bulletin board. He only put drawing he favored or dead insects on it, so this would be a major change. It's normally empty, except for the butterflies, beetles, dragonflies, and other bugs. He had quite a few moths on there too.