Another meeting, the second one in the same week; only difference being this one was scheduled by the Commission President.
The joint meetings were once every two months.
Nezu hated the Commission pushing their limits, but this likely had to do with the student that challenged All-Might. His student.
And as predicted, Izuku comes up.
"Why don't you call him here?" The president asks.
There were wrinkles on his face, he was obviously wearing a toupee and his body language was obnoxious.
Nezu had a bone to just kick him out but diplomacy.
"He's in Nikko, at the moment. If you want to meet him, it'll have to be scheduled." Nezu says, calmly.
"I thought he was a student in the hero course?"
"He's a ph.D student outside of it. If his weekly hours are fulfilled he has no need to spend time outside of the actual training."
"I heard he can travel fast. Ring him up, will you?" the President spoke as though he was ordering fast food.
Nezu gritted his teeth in anger and disgust, levying the man a glare.
"I don't think he would appreciate his training interrupted."
The man glares right back.
The rest of the professors are quiet, wanting no part in this conversation. The room is suffocating and cold, with no one breaking the deadlock between the two.
"Do it, or I'll have him expelled."
Aizawa and Midnight share a glance, Nezu's eyes light up and he glares at them too.
They quiet down, Nezu was plotting something.
Nezu shrugs, and leaves the room.
He will take advantage of this. Upon calling him, he explains the gist.
"You want me to piss him off?" Izuku asks.
"Do your absolute best." Nezu sneers, anger clear in his voice.
Nezu re-enters the room.
Izuku replaces himself with one of the emblems placed on Nemuri. She lets out an 'eep!' but no one mentions it.
He's there not even a moment later, wearing dirtied trousers and a grimey tank top, his bandaged hands holding a lumberjack's axe.
The clothing only serves to amplify his intimidating form.
The professors look at him with worry. He simply nods.
He groans, setting down the axe gently, then stares at Nezu.
"Why the fuck did you want me here? Each moment I waste I'd rather spend training." He spits, aggravated at the situation.
The Commission President speaks up.
"Well, we wanted to ask-"
"Shut the fuck up." Izuku cuts him off.
"I wasn't asking you." He looks at the principal, his voice was a little high pitched in frustration, "Who the fuck is he, anyway? And what's his quirk, making me want to kill myself?" He asks to Nezu.
There's an exasperated look on his face after the outburst, "Lord knows its fucking working." He sighs.
The man's expression is hardening, though the sickening smile on his face is still there.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
