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~2: more than a man~

I am not a robot - MARINA
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(A/N: I was looking at the Class 1-A official schedule and I realized I fucked up halfway through and I'm too lazy to rewrite all of this, so let's just pretend they have Aizawa before lunch💀)

The classroom was shocked into complete silence. The lively and excitable chatter now died down to a tense and apprehensive quietness. No one said a word for almost two full minutes until a cocky scoff left a certain boy's mouth.

"Emotionless? What kind of emo bullshit is that?" Katsuki barks loudly. "You can't just be emotionless. That's not how that works."

Izuku speaks up next. "Yeah... I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't think that's entirely possible..."

Atlas' lips twitch. "It is possible. I was born completely without emotions."

"But, why? How?" Izuku questioned, sounding lost.

"I don't know. It's just how I was born."

"What, is it a mental condition or something?" Katsuki raised his eyebrow.

"K-Kacchan, you can't say that!" Izuku exclaimed frantically.

The blond scoffed. "Shut up, nerd! It was just a question!"

"Settle down, all of you." Aizawa sighed, but his voice was sharp and full of authority. He turned to look back up at the star-adorned student at the front of the classroom.

"I am curious, Supernova-"

"Atlas." He interrupted. "Call me Atlas, please. Supernova is my dad's name, and I do not wish to go by that."

"Alright, Atlas. I am curious, however." Aizawa crosses his arms and looks up through his hair. "Is your father aware of this condition of yours?"

Atlas nods his head. "Of course he does. He discovered that I had a lack of emotions when I was fairly young. I did not cry, nor kick or scream when I didn't get my way. I wasn't excited when I was given gifts or got to go on surprise field trips."

He shifted on the balls of his feet, growing slightly restless from standing still for so long. "I've had several psychological evaluations, and none have found anything physically or mentally wrong. It truly is a strange phenomenon that we do not quite understand."

Aizawa's lips twitch slightly, but his face remains stoic. "Strange indeed..." He muttered under his breath.

"Uhm, i-if you don't mind answering..." Ochako suddenly spoke up, her tone filled with both curiosity and concern. "What does your father think about your... condition?"

Atlas adjusted the gloves on his hand, breathing through his nose before he answered.

"At first, he was worried. Worried that if I were to be injured, I wouldn't react to it. But over time, he has adapted to my detached personality." He explained.

"Has he done anything to... help?" Ochako continued to inquire.

"He has." Atlas confirmed with a nod. "We have weekly exposure therapy sessions that-"

"Wait, exposure therapy?" Aizawa cuts him off, suddenly seeming very interested in the conversation. "What kind of exposure therapy? Aren't you a bit... young to be getting such an extreme treatment?"

"It's simple, really." Atlas continued in that same flat and almost bored tone. "He shows me things that are scary, like large arachnids, or what it would be like to be trapped in a collapsing building-"