Gain my trust

~Build~

"Can we be friends?"

I blink once. Twice. And a third time. I stare deep into her eyes and proceeded to study her face, in search of any lies in her previous question. Don't get me wrong, I really do want friends, but after previous attempts at friendship, I realize friends never last. They just ended stabbing me in the back. Basically just playing with my feelings, by pretending to be my friend, and say or do things that would permanently damage me internally forever. I really don't wanna deal with feeling broken, so I stopped trying to make friends. But this girl, I- maybe I should try. 'Dumbass, she's just gonna hurt you. Don't be an idiot, there's no such things as a true friend. But I think its the best if you do. She might try to turn you in if you don't be her friend. Just endure mental pain this one time,' the voice in my head said. I internally sigh. Maybe she'll be a true one. I should ask her the question...

"Do you think a quirkless person can be a hero?"

She blinked at me before smiling warmly. "Of course they can! In fact, I think they would be better heroes than quirked people.You know, since they face so much more problems than normal people would, and they probably know the challenges and difficulties of the world from the back of their heads. They don't underestimate anyone and don't depend fully on their quirks, making them way more unpredictable and dangerous than normal quirked people. If you tell me you're quirkless, then it just goes to show how capable a quirkless person is at being better than any quirked person. You are so smart, agile and strong, and you don't even need a quirk to be that. That's why I feel like quirked people are so much better!" she says. I stare at her, shocked. I have never gotten such an answer from ANYONE. There's something about this girl, that makes me want to give my full trust, but obviously, I won't, just in case. 

"We can be friends, Mei," I say to her, with a slight smile on my face. She looked surprise at first, but quickly changed her expression to happy. She then looked around my secret room. "Woah, where did you get a builder for this, It looks so advanced!" she squeaks. I rub the back of my neck and say, "I built this myself.." She turns to me with wide eyes. She then squeals. "You're a builder too!!! I've always wanted to meet a another builder!!!" she practically yells. Thank god I made this room sound proof. I would be horribly beaten up if my uncle heard me. Jeez, can this girl get any louder. But, then I realize what she said and look up at her, eyes most likely twinkling with excitement. Like her, I never met another person who enjoys building. "Wanna see what I'm trying to build now?!" I yell excitedly. She nods vigorously, I almost get worried about her neck. Keyword=Almost. I then show her my blueprint to the creation I'm planning to make. It's a robo-kitsune. Why a kitsune? Because 9-tails equal 9 times the power. But it's not too big. It's the size of a tiger. 

She looks through my plan and looks at me with wonder. "This is practically flawless! You really are a genius. I'm so thankful you're not a villain, or else the world would be screwed," she says, causing me to smile. "Where are you gonna find all the materials for this?" Mei asks. "A certain scrapyard I discovered not far from here. I'll let you help me another day, I kinda need you to leave before my uncle wakes up. I don't want you getting hurt. Wear these and jump out of the window," I say, passing her black shock absorbent boots I made recently.  She nods, glancing at me worriedly before taking the boots and wearing them. She exits the secret room, me not far behind her, and walks over to my window. "Bye, Izu!" she whisper-yells.

Meanwhile, with a certain sleep deprived boi  

Aizawa's POV

We all stare in shock at where the kid was standing. "He's a quirkless young teen and he's practically stronger than us," I say, still in shock. "He can join UA next year!" Hizashi, my boyfriend, says. "Zashi, what kind of an idiot do you take him for. He's a strong vigilante. Why exactly do you think he's gonna walk casually in UA to join?" I say, facepalming. "Oh.." he says. "He's an interesting one indeed. Seems to me like he is just as much of a genius as I am,"Nezu says. "Oh geez, if he actually does want to be in UA, I really hope you and him don't converse with each other at all. That might just be the end of the world," Nemuri says, causing Nezu to cackle. We all shudder at the thought of the two mad geniuses together. I sigh and say," Let's just report this to Naomasa." 

At the station

"He's 14?!" Naomasa shrieks. I sigh and nod. Naomasa looks so tensed and deep in thought. He collapsed into his chair and placed his head onto his hands that were together. "The vigilante that no one could catch, the one who can take down guys 3 times as large as me, is a goddamn 14 year old. I need to rethink my life," he says after a moment of silence. I could hear Zashi behind me, trying to stifle a laugh. I turn around to glare at him, but this makes him burst into laughter. Nem rolls her eyes and says," Stop being overdramatic. If this guy is a legit kid, which he most likely is, we need to make sure he's safe-" but I cut her off. "Nem, this kid can literally sense me no matter how sneaky. Like Masa said, we pro heroes can't catch and he has taken down guys way, WAY bigger than us. I'm sure he's fine. Physically, at least. I'm not sure we can say the same about his mental health. Remember what he said to us. That, and, the quirkless have been horribly treated for so long, and the quirkless suicide rates are as high as ever," I say, worriedly. "Not to mention, when you look into his eyes, they're as dead as my sanity," Nezu says. We all burst into laughter, knowing that this situation was serious but we couldn't help it. Nezu has always been insane. "Okok, the next time you see him, call me. I want this kid to be protected. I'll inform the other teachers about this," Nezu says.

"Right then, outta my office. I need to time to go over my life's purpose," Naomasa says. I pat his back before leaving.

God, this problem child.