·˚ ༘ 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 ﾉ bnha

05 ; dickhead aizawa

Yui had stayed up late last night reading over the files of her classmates and had carefully analysed each 1-A students' quirks. Three hours of sleep is brutal, but Yui is more than used to it. She can thank her time in jail for that.

Highlighting and taking notes, she had particularly focused on quirks that would be suitable for infiltration, or quirks where the reported powers could be deviations or a singular aspect of another quirk. Midoriya and his strength quirk, for example, could actually be one part of a bigger enhancing quirk, which may include heightened hearing or vision. Or, depending on how his quirk works, could be the ability to warp his muscle cells to far stronger hybrid ones, which may explain why he ends up with so many broken bones. Despite this, Nezu has already reassured her that Midoriya Izuku is definitely, one hundred percent, not the infiltrator. Why, Yui doesn't know, but if it will reduce her list of suspects, she won't argue.

They're all intriguing, she will admit. Powerful, too. So far, only Midoriya is a definite cross on her list. Not even Endeavour's son is spared, although she is partially doubtful that he'd be the mole. The top suspects would be Hagakure, whose invisibility is a no brainer as to why. Next is Minoru Mineta, because otherwise she can't find a logical reason to how he got into class 1-A. He probably pulled some shady villainous strings to get in. Then it's Shoji or Jiro, whose amplified hearing— and sight, in Shoji's case— is suited for infiltration.

Kaminari Denki is near the top of the list, too. Apparently, someone with an electric quirk had jammed the signals during the USJ attack, thus the suspicion placed on him. If he's not as stupid as he acts, then he could possibly have better quirk control than he lets on, potentially being able to disrupt defence systems, even software, firewalls, anything really. Yui doesn't know much about IT, but she figures it's a safe bet to suspect him anyway.

Yui gives a big yawn before getting ready for the day. She slips on her uniform and does her hair before trudging out of her room. Aizawa is already sitting at the breakfast table eating.

Neither of them acknowledges the other's presence for a while as she rummages through the kitchen, trying to find her plate of food. She breaks the silence and turns to the man huddled in the yellow sleeping bag even when at the dining table.

"Where's mine?" She snaps.

"What?"

"Food."

"Didn't make you any. Why would I?"

She splutters indignantly. "Adults are supposed to take care of children!"

Unsurprisingly, he ignores her statement. Aizawa yawns, finishing up his food before summoning an orange juice box out from his sleeping bag.

"I'll talk about the upcoming sports festival today. You know what's expected of you." He slurps obnoxiously, too lazy to even keep polite eye contact with the girl.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she waves dismissively. "Lose in the first round, don't do anything to attract the attention of the cameras or viewers."

"Good. Keep in mind you are not part of my class."

Okay then. She wasn't expecting such unfiltered words from her homeroom teacher, even if she treats him like cacapoopoo.

"Never wanted to be," she shoots back, distaste growing. He heaves a weary sigh before tossing the now empty juice box into the bin five metres away. It goes in.

"You have good memory, right?" He looks at her for confirmation.

"Possibly selective photographic," she grumbles reluctantly but shrugs. "I haven't checked it out with a doc yet."