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Shouta narrowed his eyes at the ceiling in the teachers' lounge. The ventilation had been creaking ominously all morning, and he didn't like the implications.
No, he wasn't jealous because someone else was using his preferred method of transport, Nemuri, he didn't like that he didn't know who it was!
Izuku wiggled out of the vent, landing on the plush carpet without stumbling. Himiko followed immediately afterwards, nearly landing on top of him in her eagerness.
Principal Nedzu sat across from them, a toothy grin on his face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your impromptu visit?" He asked. Izuku noted that the mammal wasn't even bothering to try and figure out how they got onto the school campus.
Or maybe he was and was just too good at it for Izuku to be able to tell. Didn't matter either way.
Himiko swung her bag off her back and dramatically slammed a manila folder on the principal's desk. "We have dirt on Endeavour that you'll be interested in!" She announced, before squealing in delight. "Oooh, I've always wanted to do that!" She whispered to Izuku in what probably wasn't an actual whisper, but as close as Himiko was bound to ever get.
Nedzu chuckled, eyeing the files with a new-found interest. "And what do you suppose I do with this so-called 'dirt on Endeavour'?" He enquired, reaching for the folder with grabby little paws that Izuku would have cooed over if they had been connected to anyone else.
"Why, I thought that would be obvious, Kouchou-sensei?" Izuku put on an expression of mock-surprise.
"Burn him to the ground."
Nedzu's demonic cackling sent shivers down the spines of everyone in UA, except for the two teenagers in his office, who grinned right back at him.