A Slight Emotional Manipulation of Peers

"My plan was to get more crazy with my plans for Mei until eventually, it went up to murder, in which case you would be like 'Oh no! Me being his temporary guardian is a much better alternative to him ending up in jail for manslaughter!'. And if that didn't work out I would start crying, maybe steal a couple tragic backstory plot lines from Marvel, and guilt trip you into thinking 'Oh no again! Me being his guardian is better than him hiring a man named Ben to pretend to be his uncle and die on the street from a bullet wound!'. And if that didn't work... I memorized the lyrics and choreography to 'Hard Knock Life' from the 1976 musical Annie. I think you can guess what my goal for that was,"

"...Ignoring the fact that you learned a whole dance routine just to assist your scheme-"
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Or: Aizawa never seems to get a break from the pressure that comes with working with Nezu, now more than ever as the new vice principal of UA. But if anyone thinks that's going to stop him from making crazy changes to the school along side his son- sorry, secretary Midoriya as he cackles at the hero commission burning down in flames, they're dead wrong.

Disclaimer: THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO MY OTHER STORY: Throw a chair through a window and call it a day. Not my characters, this is all Horikoshi. Originally Posted on ao3 under the same username. once again, THIS ANIME ISNT MINE. NOT MINE. NOT MINE. DONT YOU DARE SUE ME

(This fic is gonna be on hiatus for a little while longer while I work on this other fic, but as soon as i'm done with that i'll get back to working on chapter 4!)