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Shouta stared at the notebook in his hands, the kanji on the page dark, contrasting with the pale paper. He flipped through the pages in quick succession, finding detailed drawings of his students and volumes upon volumes of notes and analysis concerning their respective quirks. Shouta was surprised, he didn’t think Midoriya’s analysis was this detailed.

Too detailed.

His mind returned to the staff meeting they had earlier in the year, discussing the possibility of a traitor attending U.A. under the guise of a student. Shouta bit his lip, fear slowly washing over him as he read over the notes. He found paragraphs and quick scribbles about his students’ weaknesses and how they could be exploited, the best way to beat them in combat, and how to disable their quirks. The fear that had settled in Shouta’s chest was shadowed by the burning rage he felt.

How had he let the traitor slip through his grasp for so long? It had been obvious, really. How Midoriya was so obsessed with the notebooks, how the boy was extremely protective of his notes. Shouta was so stupid- it had been right in front of him the whole time. 

Shouta’s hands found their way to his phone, shakily dialing a number he had memorized since he first started working as a teacher at U.A.

“Hey, Nedzu? You might want to see this…”

1.

“Are you sure about this? Shouldn’t we try to… not to antagonize him? Maybe he’s just interested in analysis,” Masakazu offered weakly, trying to placate Nedzu and Shouta. 

His efforts were in vain, however, as Nedzu began to speak. “I believe that we should confront him about this. Ask him questions. We don’t know if he truly is the traitor, but it is very likely, knowing that he has this information on his classmates and teachers.”

“But what about Yagi?” Kayama asked, his voice cold and quiet as it cut through the soft chatter in the room. “We all know how he favors the boy. It’s obvious that he’d try to protect Midoriya as much as he can.”

Shouta cracked a tired smile, the expression unsettling on his features. “Then we do it today, when he’s out of town. Yagi will be out for the next two weeks, since he has a conference in the United States. We’ll be golden.”

“He’s a child- I’m honestly skeptical about this. Besides, you’ve all seen his sacrificial streak; there is no way that you can just brush that off. Midoriya Izuku is willing to go to any lengths to protect the ones he loves,” Ishiyama threw onto the table, the words quieting them slowly.

“But,” Nedzu said softly after a moment of silence. “How far would he go to protect someone he has had an attachment to for years?” 

Shouta watched as Ishiyama’s eyes widened substantially, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. They all stood there, staring at Nedzu as he sipped quietly on his tea. But they all eventually came to their senses, and scrambled to escape the office. 

Panic had settled within the staff- and it was only a short period of time before they acted on it.

1.

“What are these?” Shouta growled softly, sliding Midoriya’s notebook forward towards the boy. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he looked up at Shouta, lips parted to begin an explanation. “Why are you taking such notes on your classmates and teachers?” 

“B-because I find it inter-esting. Q-quirks, that is. I lik-e to w-write my findings d-d-down, so I do-n’t forget,” Midoriya stammered out, his hands fidgeting on the table. 

Shouta snapped, suddenly, his rage enveloping him. “Have you ever used this information to help a third party commit a crime?” 

Midoriya went silent, his lips parted and eyes wide as he licked his lips gently, searching for an answer as to why he was being asked such things. “I- I haven’t-” 

“Don’t lie to me!” Shouta yelled, standing up in his chair. “Have you ever used this information to help a third party commit a crime?” He repeated. Midoriya looked terrified and at the verge of tears, hitting Shouta in a small, vulnerable part of his soul.

But he steeled himself nonetheless. Shouta had seen his fair share of informants act innocent. 

Goddamn crocodile tears.

“Have you had any contact with a villain organization?” Shouta hissed at the boy. “What do you use this information for?” 

He continued to bark questions at Midoriya for the better part of two hours, the boy breaking down into hysterical sobs as he choked out quiet responses of ‘no’. Eventually, Shouta heard a faint knocking on the door, which opened to reveal Tsukauchi. The raven haired man watched as the detective asked the same questions again, Midoriya responding with the same fake tears and false words spilling from his lips. 

But Tsukauchi never jotted down a false answer. 

Midoriya Izuku never lied. 

The dread and realization of what Shouta had done settled over him, a cold numbness washing over him as Tsukauchi wrapped up the interrogation. 

Outside the room, Shouta grasped Midoriya’s wrist gently before the boy could leave. “Midoriya, I apologize. My… harshness towards you was uncalled for.”

“It’s no problem, sir,” Midoriya said, his expression blank and eyes downcast. A small frown found its way onto Shouta’s face at the boy’s response.

“Well, make sure that you get back to the dorms safely, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” The response came too quickly, the words too clipped for it to be real. Shouta felt the dread grow as he watched Midoriya leave the room, his motions mechanical as he turned the handle and walked out the door. 

“Fuck,” Shouta breathed, grabbing the notebook after a moment’s thought. He left the room quickly, making his way to his apartment.

He had some reading to do, after all.

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The next day, Shouta flipped through the notes once again, his heart sinking with every page he turned. No longer blinded by his fear and rage, he found the notes quite… enlightening. They displayed a boy who was afraid of what could happen to his friends, a boy who would be prepared to defend their weaknesses as a moment’s notice. 

He leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he ran through his options. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he had to, again, talk to Midoriya. Civilly, this time around. The text scribbled into his students’ profiles stuck in his mind, distracting him to the point that he bumped into Iida by accident. 

“Oh, Mr. Aizawa! Is there something you need?” Iida asked, his voice tired. Strange.

“Yes, there is. Have you seen Midoriya? I need to talk to him about something, and it’s important.”

Shouta watched Iida bite his lip gently, his eyes darting to the side ever so quickly. Again, strange. “Sir, Midoriya- I… don’t know where he is at the moment. Is there something you need from him?”

The pro hero let his gaze drag over Iida’s face, examining his features. The boy was too stiff to not be nervous, despite the fact that he was usually stiff around adults, especially authority figures.

So why was he lying?

2.

Shouta slowly came to the conclusion that Midoriya needed space, and was happy to provide that to his student. After all, he had been the one who accused and interrogated a child, so it was understandable. He resolved to speak to Midoriya after class the following day, but something felt wrong.

He knew that everything was okay, and that Midoriya was not the traitor. But the feeling stayed with him throughout the night, taunting him with thoughts of ‘but who is it’ . Shouta tried to ignore it, but the feeling seemed to grow everytime he tried to push it aside and focus on something else. 

So, he wasn’t sure. Shouta did everything he could to take his mind off of what happened and what might happen, but the unsettlement even followed him out to his patrol that night. He felt paranoid, afraid that someone was going to show up and stab him in the back. 

After his patrol ended, around four 04:00, he groaned as the feeling continued to sit like a rock in his stomach. He crashed for three hours, and then got up to head to class. Shouta snatched the notebook from off his kitchen counter, flipping through its pages as he walked to the classroom. 

When he arrived and slid open the door, his eyes scanned the classroom for anything unusual. But nothing truly seemed out of place; Bakugou was yelling at someone, Iida was reprimanding Bakugou for yelling at someone else, the girls were clustered around Jirou’s desk watching something, and the boys were scattered around the room. However, at the sight of their teacher, they all scurried to their seats and quieted themselves.

But something was out of place.

“Where is Midoriya?” Shouta asked bluntly, his voice tired as he unscrewed his eye drops. “He’s usually here.” 

“Oh, Midoriya has a fever, sir. He’s going to be out for the entirety of the day,” Uraraka said, drumming her fingers against her desk as she cupped her chin in the palm of her other hand. 

At Uraraka’s words, the feeling of wrongness reared its ugly head once more. Something was off- there was no way that Midoriya was faking sick, since he had talked to Chiyo earlier and she was complaining about a student being sick so early in the morning.

So what was wrong? 

2.

After class, notebook in hand, Shouta knocked gently on Midoriya’s dorm. “Midoriya, are you okay in there? No one has seen you all day.” 

“I’m fine, Mr. Aizawa, sir. Don’t worry,” the boy replied from behind the closed door.

Shouta frowned slightly, the stomach churning at the boy’s words. “Are you sure? I don’t think you’ve eaten anything all day. That’s not going to help you get better, you know.”

“I don’t want to get anyone else sick, Mr. Aizawa,” Midoriya rasped from behind the door, his voice rough and quiet. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking for a response. It was a valid concern, and Midoriya was obviously sick. 

So, he simply replied with a gentle “Alright, but make sure you eat something,” and left the boy alone.

2.

Two days. Then four. Then five. Then the whole week passed, and no one had seen Midoriya leave or enter his room. Everyone knew that he was sick, so they assumed that was the reason for his continued absence. Shouta knew that people like Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Asui had all checked in on him periodically throughout the week, getting short and clipped replies of ‘No, thank you’, ‘I’m alright’, and ‘I’m busy, not now’ .

It seemed wrong to the whole class by the end of the week. Midoriya had not left his room, and according to Chiyo, should not be sick anymore. 

Shouta felt the unsettlement rise in his throat like bile, the wrongness of it all twisting his insides and tearing them apart. 

Soon enough, Shouta found himself knocking on Midoriya’s door, asking if he was okay. “I’m still sick,” he whispered from the other side of the door, his voice so quiet Shouta could barely hear it. He heard Midoriya’s head hit the door gently, as well as the shaky inhale he took.

Not wanting to intrude on the boy, he turned away reluctantly, the same wrongness shaking him to his core and rattling his bones as the air conditioning turned on.

“Hey Chiyo, Midoriya is still sick?” Shouta said into his phone after calling his coworker. “Is this normal?” He received a slightly agitated explanation about how Midoriya just had to sweat it out, and that he would be okay by the beginning of next week. Having no reason to question it, he accepted the explanation without a second though.

God, he really should have asked.

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By the time the second week rolled around and Midoriya was not showing up to class, Shouta tried to get the kid out of his dorm again. “Are you okay?” He asked gently, his head pressed up against the door. When Midoriya doesn’t respond, he feels his heart momentarily stop. Removing a bobby pin from the cuff of his sleeve, Shouta slowly unlocked the boy’s door, and eventually pushed it open gently. 

Shouta stepped into the room hesitantly, his eyes scanning the room for his student. But all he saw was hero paraphernalia, and scattered bedding. However, he for some goddamn reason found one specific pile of blankets and pillows oddly suspicious, and Shouta threw the blankets around the room. Beneath them all was Midoriya, shivering and frail. 

“God kid, you haven’t been eating, have you?” Shouta murmured as he gently grabbed the boy’s chin, his eyes gliding to where his eyes a little sunken and his cheeks slightly hollow. Sighing, Shouta scooped the boy up in his arms, holding him close to try to keep him warm. 

He took Midoriya to the showers, and then brought him downstairs to the common room and covered him with more blankets. Eventually, Shouta pushed a mug of hot chocolate into the boy’s hands, and was setting a plate with a sandwich on the coffee table. Shouta sat down next to Midoriya, adjusting the blankets ever so slightly. 

“Why,” Shouta started, hesitating slightly, “didn’t you leave your room at all? That was extremely unsafe.” 

In lieu of a verbal answer, Midoriya just shook his head and took a fragile sip of his hot chocolate. Soon, the two found themselves in a comfortable silence, the soft buzzing of the news channel enveloping them. When Midoriya finished, Shouta cleaned up, despite the boy’s weak and non-verbal protests to let him help. 

They found themselves standing in Midoriya’s doorway, Shouta leaning against the frame as he fished the notebook out of his scarf while Midoriya rummaged around his room quietly. “Hey kid, I thought I should return this.”

Midoriya looked up from where he was bent over, a plastic bag in hand as he stared at the notebook in Shouta’s grip. Silently, he grabbed the notebook from Shouta and softly put it in the bag, extending it to the elder man.

“Take them,” he said simply, waiting.

“All of them?” Shouta asked, surprise coloring his tone. “Are you sure?”

The boy nodded solemnly, his lips tightly seals as he thrust the plastic bag forwards ungracefully. Shouta dumbly took the bag from Midoriya’s grasp, and opened his mouth to ask why. However, he was met with the door being gently shut in his face, and he could hear the soft click of the door being locked.

Sighing, Shouta made his way up to his apartment, riffling through the bag to find a total of thirteen notebooks within. He bit his lip slightly as he unlocked his door, dumping the contents of the bag onto his kitchen counter as he took a seat. 

He flipped through the pages, his eyes racking across each and every one, trying to absorb as much information as he could. Shouta was honestly shocked at Midoriya’s intellect, and how he always seemed so timid and unsure of himself in class. With those smarts, he could easily be at the top of the class. But he doubted himself, his self confidence was virtually non-existent. 

It was disheartening, really, and Shouta wasn’t quite sure on how to deal with this. How to help him? His students have always been either smart or not so bright, but they were always relatively confident in the knowledge they had at their exposure and their ability to utilize it.

Yes, Yaoyorozu was unsure of herself at the beginning of the year, but she never really questioned her intellect in an academic setting. She was one of the top students, alongside Iida, Bakugou, and Todoroki. 

But Midoriya was the opposite: Unsure in the classroom, but head strong in non-academic related settings where he had to make a difficult choice. It was funny, really, with how much the boy stressed over small, everyday decisions. Shouta had seen the boy at the grocery store before, and it took awhile for him to decide on which pack of bread he was going to purchase. 

So for Midoriya to be so sure about giving away what was basically his life’s work… It truly threw Shouta for a curveball. He resolved to ask the boy about why he wanted to give away his notebooks after class the next day, unwilling to disrupt him twice in the same night.

3.

Another few days pass with Midoriya’s absence. Concerning everything that had happened over the past couple of weeks, Shouta understood why Midoriya was hiding, but it was getting ridiculous at this point. It had been a little more then two weeks, and no one had seen him apart from when Midoriya gave Shouta his notebooks, which still felt wrong to him.

He resolved to find the kid at the end of the day, but he asked some of his students before that in case he came out and Shouta simply hadn’t noticed. However, to Shouta’s dismay, everyone said basically the same thing: That Midoriya was still in his dorm, answering with the same clipped words of ‘No, thank you’, ‘I’m alright’, and ‘I’m busy, not now’ .

It was unnerving, really. But he wasn’t entirely sure as to why.

So, Shouta once again found himself in front of Midoriya’s door, ready to find the boy as he had before; sickly, pale, tired, and thin. Steeling himself slightly for what state he will likely find the boy in, Shouta raised a hand to knock on the door gently, opening his mouth to ask if the boy was okay. But before he could say anything or knock on the door, Midoriya said, “I’m busy, not now.” 

And something felt wrong about every syllable of that sentence, and Shouta could feel it churning in his stomach as the wrongness built in his throat. Midoriya’s words had sounded fuzzy and tired, but not as they had when he had first found the boy those few days ago. It sounded off, compared to what he had sounded like before.

For some reason, Shouta checked his watch and found that Midoriya had spoken at exactly 17:00 on the dot. He watched the hands tick, tick, tick , dread sinking lower and lower into his stomach as each minute passed.

It was 17:15.

“No thank you,” Midoriya said. 

Shouta’s hands flew to the handle of the door, jiggling it a few times in hopes that it wasn’t locked. Eventually, the door popped open, and Shouta entered without an ounce of caution. He looked around wildly, searching for the boy, but simply found the room neatly tidied up to the point that it looked like a room in a house listing on Millow. 

Upon closer inspection, most of the merchandise Midoriya had put up at the beginning of the dorm assignments were torn down and shoved into his closet, and his small chest of drawers was slightly askew. His bed was haphazardly put together, and his desk had a few papers and pencils strewn across it. 

But what really did it for Shouta was the small recording device sitting innocently on the desk. Again, Shouta waited, watching the numbers on the boy’s alarm clock change ever so slowly.

“I’m alright.” 17:30.

Fuck.

Chapter Text

“Hello, this is Midoriya Inko, how can I help you?” a small female voice asked over the line. 

Shouta sighed, dreading what he had to say. “Hi Mrs. Midoriya, this is Aizawa Shouta from U.A., and I’m your son’s homeroom teacher.”

“Oh no,” she said, her voice dropping slightly. “Did he do something? Is he in trouble?” 

“No, no, he’s not in trouble, per say. I just…” 

“...What happened to my son?” Mrs. Midoriya asked, her voice low from the slow rise of anger. Shouta worked his lip for a moment, trying to find the words to explain what happened to Midoriya Izuku. “Aizawa, what happened to my son?”

“Mrs. Midoriya, it seems that your son has vanished,” Shouta ground out, his voice straining as he tried to keep it from cracking ever so slightly. “Around two weeks ago, I found one of his analysis notebooks in my classroom, left behind. I assume you know about them?”

Midoriya Inko went silent for a minute, seemingly processing what Shouta was saying. “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” She asked quietly.

“Following the USJ attack at the beginning of the year, we had a staff meeting where we determined that there was a traitor in our midst,” a quiet gasp from the other line interrupted him, “and I have been on edge ever since. I found your son’s analysis, and I just assumed that it was him. I brought it to Nedzu, who agreed, and we pulled him aside to ask a few questions, but-”

“You mean to interrogate him? To grill him with questions until he starts crying from the mere sound of your voice or your presence in the room?” Mrs. Midoriya spat over the line, the pure rage in her voice obvious at the tone and words.

Shouta was floundering, slowly losing control over the situation. “How did you- did your son tell you about what happened-?” 

“He has a name, you know. And no, he didn’t tell me, but I’ve been a lawyer long enough to know what happens in police stations,” she hissed, anger dripping from every syllable that fell from the woman’s lips. 

Silence fell over the two as Shouta tried to find the words to defend himself, but he couldn’t. He, and the staff of U.A., had all agreed to ruthlessly interrogate an innocent child for hours before even thinking to call Tsukauchi, but at that point it was for naught- the damage had been done. If Shouta even tried to defend himself, to justify his and his coworkers’ actions, he would just make the situation worse for all parties involved. 

“...I sincerely apologize for what my coworkers and I did to your son, and we will do everything in our power to find him and bring him back to you safely.”

“And are you sure that this isn’t voluntary?” 

“Excuse me?”

“I know my son well, Aizawa Shouta, sir. Izuku has never been one to stand up for himself, and has been forced to run away from things a child should feel safe around. Teachers, classmates, children at the playground. If Izuku is missing, it is likely that he ran with the purpose of getting away from what has hurt him before in order to protect himself. You and your coworkers have damaged my child, my son, my Izuku , beyond belief.”

Shouta was stunned into silence at Midoriya Inko’s words, and what was worse was that what she was saying made sense. From Midoriya’s own behaviours, how he was so unsure of himself in the classroom, his unfamiliarity with social interaction, hesitence around teachers, and the mere presence of Bakugou Katsuki, it was obvious that the education system had failed Midoriya Izuku in almost every way. 

“...Fuck,” he said, the word slipping out from under his tongue without his consent.

Midoriya Inko snorted at his words. “Yeah, fuck. So I’d suggest you find my son, or I will tear you down.”

After exchanging formalities and ending the call, Aizawa sighed as his head fell into his hands. How had he missed something so obvious? Midoriya had every reason to dislike and not trust the system, and he was completely justified with that. Unwilling to make another hell call, Shouta simply pulled up the teacher’s chatroom on LIME.

Class 1-Disaster Staff  ft. our rat overlord

Aizawa Shouta hey so i kinda fucked up

Kayama Nemuri i swear to god shouta if this is about how you stepped on your cats tail again and cant say sorry i am going to murder you

Yamada Hizashi stfu its a valid reason to be upset

Yamada Hizashi but seriously what happened im getting nervous.

Kayama Nemuri bitch i see you typing

Ishsiyama Ken let the man speak nemuri, god.

Aizawa Shouta so we all remember what happened two weeks ago right

Masakazu Nishida i’m sorry what

Aizawa Shouta with midoriya izuku

Yamada Hizashi o fuck what happened now

Ishiyama Ken i see you typing

Aizawa Shouta ,,,,,so he might have ran away

Aizawa Shouta scratch that he definitely ran away.

Aizawa Shouta so you can imagine my distress.

Nedzu Well that certainly is unfortunate, Aizawa! Hopefully we can find him soon. Did you call Midoriya’s mother yet?

Kayama Nemuri oh i forgot about her

Kayama Nemuri but she seems really nice so it can’t go that badly

Aizawa Shouta well for one, i already called her

Aizawa Shouta and she was not happy.

Aizawa Shouta midoriya inko is the baddest bitch alive and i will not be taking constructive criticism on this. she’s scary as fuck

Aizawa Shouta but she also pointed out why midoriya probably ran away in the first place, and its not pleasant..

Yamada Hizashi bitch wtf happened to the bean

Aizawa Shouta apparently midoriya izuku has a very bad history with teachers and authority figures in general. 

Masakazu Nishida i really hate that that makes any sort of sense

Masakazu Nishida what could have happened to the kid to do that to him? 

Ishsiyama Ken well it obviously wasn’t something good.

Ishsiyama Ken honestly, i’m just worried about where he is right now

Ishsiyama Ken because if he really does have that sort of trauma, because there is no way that the kid isnt traumatized you cant change my mind, he might hurt himself either on purpose or by doing something really stupid

Aizawa Shouta fuck i never thought of that

Aizawa Shouta i just keep messing this up dont i

Kayama Nemuri well its not like any of us could have known

Aizawa Shouta but we could have!! midoriya does not trust teachers, and his mother made it frighteningly clear that he has every reason to run from the educational system

Aizawa Shouta he’s never been sure of himself, he’s scarily unfamiliar with social interactions, and whenever a teacher addresses him directly after an incident or just in general, the kid gets so fucking nervous

Aizawa Shouta im honestly a little scared to find out what actually happened to him before

Nedzu Well, I suppose that makes sense, concerning his quirk

Yamada Hizashi exfuckingscuse me what are you talking about

Yamada Hizashi the kid’s a powerhouse what would his quirk have to do with this

Yagi Toshinori N e d z u

Kayama Nemuri wait yagi you know?? bout whatever it is w his quirk???

Yagi Toshinori Well

Yagi Toshinori I’m just going to preface this with you guys weren’t exactly supposed to know

Aizawa Shouta bitch just tell us before i find you

Yagi Toshinori Young Midoriya’s quirk came in late, and he was likely bullied for it

Ishsiyama Ken well we all knew that

Ishsiyama Ken he probably got it a few years after everyone else when he was 7 or 8 or something

Masakazu Nishida yeah that checks out

Yagi Toshinori No, I’m not talking about a year or two in difference

Aizawa Shouta what the fuck are you getting at yagi

Aizawa Shouta and hurry it up before i lose my marbles

Yagi Toshinori He got his quirk when he was 15

Masakazu Nishida are you shitting me right now

Masakazu Nishida please tell me youre making this up

Kayama Nemuri what the fuck

Kayama Nemuri whAT THE FUCK

Yamada Hizashi BITCH WHY TF DIDNT YOU TELL ANYONE

Yagi Toshinori I didn’t think it was that big of a deal!

Aizawa Shouta that big of a deal

Aizawa Shouta THAT BIG OF A DEAL

Aizawa Shouta YAGI YOURE TELLING ME THAT HES HAD HIS QUIRK FOR LESS THEN A YEAR AND YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE

Yagi Toshinori I’m in danger, aren’t I

Aizawa Shouta no fucking shit sherlock

Aizawa Shouta if you had just told me we could have avoid so many issues

Kayama Nemuri everything makes sense now

Yagi Toshinori What do you mean

Kayama Nemuri how much he broke his bones before his internship?

Kayama Nemuri it was because he didnt know how to use his quirk

Kayama Nemuri becaUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE HE HAD IT FOR LESS THEN A YEAR

Nedzu He actually got it during the entrance exam, so it really has been only a couple of months

Masakazu Nishida DURING THE ENTRANCE EXAM

Aizawa Shouta yagi

Aizawa Shouta i am going to Find You and then slowly Kill You

Aizawa Shouta and No One Is Going To Stop Me

Ishsiyama Ken yeah p much

Yagi Toshinori Wait no please spare me

Yagi Toshinori I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would make much of a difference

Yamada Hizashi of course it would make a difference! the kid never even got basic quirk counselling, and he was probably bullied for not having a quirk when he was in primary and middle school

Yagi Toshinori It couldn’t have been that bad

Yamada Hizashi youd be surprised at how ruthless kids can be sometimes, my dude

Yamada Hizashi i mean, hitoshi got bullied for having a certain quirk, so id imagine that midoriya didnt have it any better

Yamada Hizashi he mightve even had it worse

Masakazu Nishida i literally just woogled this but the suicide rate for quirkless people is high

Masakazu Nishida too damn high

Masakazu Nishida and even if they make it out of high school alive the unemployment rate is higher then mutation quirks

Kayama Nemuri youre kidding right

Kayama Nemuri no kid should have to deal with that

Yamada Hizashi turns out that the 20% quirkless stat is bullshit too

Yamada Hizashi no countries were ever specified to have a 20% quirkless rate, so its a worldwide stat

Yamada Hizashi japan actually has one of the lowest rates in asia with a 98% quirked rate and 2% quirkless rate

Ishsiyama Ken i dont even know why i want to know this

Ishsiyama Ken but which country is the least quirked in the world

Yamada Hizashi do you just want me to tell you the lowest on each continent

Masakazu Nishida yes

Yamada Hizashi well, in asia its japan with 2% quirkless, in europe its the netherlands with 3.2% qurikless, in africa it’s south africa with fucking 0.5% quirkless, north america it’s canada with roughly 5%, and in south america it’s ecuador with 1.5%

Yamada Hizashi australia has a 6% quirkless rate too

Kayama Nemuri holy shit

Yagi Toshinori Why aren’t people more commonly informed of this?

Aizawa Shouta because of fucking discrimination!! you think that governments want people to know how many quirkless people there are? no! because theyre ashamed!!!

Kayama Nemuri i think that it’s a little bit higher then 20% though because there is no way that many decimals come out neatly to 20%

Yamada Hizashi 5000 yen its a rough estimate, honestly

Nedzu We can discuss quirkless rates later. Right now, we need to focus on finding Midoriya Izuku, and quickly. We don’t know how long he can survive on his own or where he could have gone, so we need to be fast about this. 

Nedzu If we can, we should avoid informing the students to avoid a panic among them. Calming them down would take to long. Aizawa, did you check if Midoriya brought his phone with him?

Aizawa Shouta i already tried tracking him, but he left it behind in the dorm’s common room.

Nedzu Well then, this is going to take longer then I had originally hoped. 

Nedzu We’ll divide up the staff into teams and employ a few of the third years, and contact the police about the situation. Does anyone know any places he could have gone?

Yagi Toshinori I have one in mind, but I’m doubting that he would go there

Yagi Toshinori It’s Dagobah Municiple Beach. You know, the one that was cleaned up a few months ago?

Masakazu Nishida im not even going to question it anymore.

Nedzu We’ll have a meeting about this tomorrow. It’s late enough as it is. Just remember to avoid telling 1-A or 1-B about this, we don’t want to stir anything up. 

4.

Toshinori pushed open his apartment door, his bones tired and mind empty as he set his bags down on the dinner table. He sighed, setting down the mail he had retrieved from his mailbox on the first floor of the building. As he flipped through the envelopes from two weeks ago, he eventually came across a big yellow envelope. 

His tired brain eventually pieced together that it was a small package, and he opened it quietly, the sounds of ripping paper waking the dead apartment around him. Not caring about what the contents of the package was, Toshinori tipped it out of the envelope, a small vial and a piece of paper falling out. 

Confused, he inspected the vial before reading the note. He could feel his throat go dry as his hands began to shake. 

Toshinori-sensei,

Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. It’s really been amazing to spend time with you at U.A. However, I feel like you made a mistake when choosing your successor. So, in light of that thought, I have included a vial of spit for you to give to the next inheritor of this quirk. I’m sorry if you are disappointed in me, but I just can’t do what you want me to. Personally, I’d recommend Mirio-senpai, but it’s your call. Again, thank you for everything. 

With love, Midoriya Izuku

4.

Izuku sat on the cold, plastic seat silently, music pounding through his earbuds as he stared out the window across from him. Business men and night owls stood and sat in the car, everyone silent as to not disturb those sleeping around them. Various people had stuck little notes on themselves detailing which stop they had to get off at, letting people know when to wake them.

“Excuse me,” another boy asked him, who looked to be about his age, maybe a little older. Izuku took out his earbud to listen, a bored expression carefully painted onto his features. “Where are you getting off?”

Izuku turned to look at the boy, his tired jade eyes snapping to look at the other’s bright blue ones” However, instead of responding, he simply put his earbud back in. The boy seemed to be saying something aggressively, wearing the expression Iida wore when he was scolding someone for being brash about something. 

But Izuku couldn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear anything. 

He looked up at the small screen above them, reading the next destination of Shinjuku, which was where the bus line he needed was. Izuku sighed and started scrolling through Nstagram, thankful that he had remembered to bring his burner phone, which was an old Wamwung Galaxy, from roughly a century or two ago. The thing was ancient, but it still had the same basic functions as any new ePhone or Wamwung. 

Eventually, they reached their final destination, and Izuku meandered up to a vending machine. After waiting for it to stop reading the weather or offering a game, he aggressively punched the hot lemonade option, purchasing two bottles for 1,000 yen. 

He adjusted the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as well as his beanie, whipping out his phone camera to make sure his concealer and foundation stayed in place so as to not give away who he was. After checking everything, Izuku shoved the hot lemonade bottles in his pockets and made his way to the bus station.

“Headin’ to see family?” The clerk asked as she stamped his ticket, handing it to him quickly. 

Izuku gave her a not-quite smile, the look weak and tired. “No, I’m not,” Izuku said briefly, pocketing his ticket alongside the lemonade. 

“Then where’re ya goin’?”

“Nowhere. Somewhere. I’m just running from something,” he responded vaguely, turning heel and leaving before the clerk could ask him another question. Izuku pulled his Wamwung out of his bag and checked the time, the bright blue-light screen burning his eyes ever so slightly. The clock read 00:01 meaning that Izuku literally had to sprint to his bus if he wanted to get a good seat. 

He eventually made it to the bus with a few minutes to spare, handing the driver his ticket before wandering down the lane, picking a seat near the middle back section. Over the next couple of minutes, a few people found their ways onto the bus, totaling the number of passengers to a grand number of 7. 

And so, the bus slowly rolled out of the station as Izuku opened his bag gently withdrawing one of the onigiri he had bought at the FamilyMart a few hours ago. He bit into one, the rice slightly dry and seasoned will, the salmon center just as dry as expected. He looked down at his ticket, sighed slightly as he read the destination and bus line.

Gotemba, Shizuoka

Odakyu Line

Izuku finished his onigiri quietly, dropping his bag onto the empty seat next to him as he stared out the window, rain pelting the plastic outside of the bus and slightly obscuring his view. The hot lemonade in his hands warmed them slightly through his gloves, and Izuku burrowed deeper into his scarf as the January cold seeped into his bones. 

He was going to be okay.

Everything was okay.