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Izuku was pissed. Why you might ask? It was because his ‘father’ was trying to come back into his life.
For a bit of information, when he was diagnosed quirkless, his ‘father’ had left him and his Mom. He had left for 11 years, and never contacted them, no cards, no calls, nothing.
And now he had the nerve to try and come back?
Pathetic.
So yeah, Izuku is pissed. Of course, he tried not to let it get in the way of classes, but his acting didn’t stick with two people. Those two people were Kacchan and Aizawa-Sensei.
Aizawa-Sensei was more or less easy to brush off. He had requested to see him before he had gone back to the dorms, and just asked what was going on with him. He had lied and said that he was a bit tired and was just a bit more irritable, and that's why he was acting weird. It was honestly only a half-lie, because he was more irritable today.
Kacchan was harder to fool. Once he had gotten back to the dorms, Kacchan had somehow cornered him and more or less interrogated him. Questions like;
“Why are you acting weird?”
“The fuck is going on nerd?”
“What are you hiding?!”
He had dodged all of his questions, more or less, and for the last question Izuku had replied with “Tell you later. I’m going to my dorm now.”
But of course everything had to go to shit.
The next day, in the middle of class, Izuku’s phone had started to ring. That had drew everybody’s attention, which just great. He knew it was it ‘good old father’ but didn’t want to deal with him. Aizawa-Sensei had obviously had different plans though, because he had looked at him with curiosity, and then spoke up. “Well Midoriya? Answer it and put it on speaker-phone. Tell whoever it is to stop calling and that you are in class.”
So Izuku did in fact answer it, and did put it on speaker-phone. He knew that Aizawa-Sensei was trying to embarrass him but little did he know that this wasn’t going to embarrass him. There were snickers around the classroom, obviously following along with Aizawa-Sensei’s thoughts.
The phone rang out with a deep voice, or what he knew to be his ‘fathers’ voice. “Izuku! Why are you ignoring your father!”
“Well I really don’t care for you. Oh and you are on speaker-phone because you called me during class”
“Izuku! Stop speaking in different languesues and listen to me! And it doesn’t matter if your in class! You have to listen to me!”
“No <3”
In the background there were some snickers from some of his classmates, the loudest snickers being from Shoto. He knew that they were probably all staring, but oh well.
“Izuk-”
“Pardon my french but va te faire foutre” (french for ‘fuck you)
“Izuku what are you saying!”
“I said fuck you”
“Izuku!”
“Ok well how about vete a la mierda?” (Spanish also for ‘fuck you’)
“Izu-”
At that time, a beep came from the phone, indicating that Izuku had hung up. All of Class 1-A was varying amounts of confusion and of course, Izuku did the most logical thing, by saying, “Continue on with the lesson Sensei!”
Aizawa-Sensei looked like he wanted to ascend into heaven in that exact movement, before sighing, sending an effective glare to shut up the class, and actually continuing on with the lesson.
Of course, not everything good can last, because after class, right before lunch, almost all of his classmates hounded him for answers. Varied questions of “Who was that!?” and “Was that your father?!?” and one question of “damn nerd since when could you swear?!?!” He ignored all of them, and stood up and walked over to the yellow sleeping bag mass. Should he be scared of this yellow sleeping mass?
Yes.
Does he care?
No <3
Anyways, Izuku continued to walk over, and nudged the yellow sleeping mass. Said yellow sleeping mass had Aizawa-Sensei emerging out of it, who looked over him with a questioning look. “What Problem Child?”
“You know how we can ban someone from visiting us on grounds?”
“yes…”
“I want you to ban Hisashi Midoriya from ever coming near here.”
“ok…?”
“Alright thank you!”
Izuku then left the classroom as fast as he humanly could, while more chaos erupted from the classroom of 1-A. Maybe he would explain it to them one day. Until then he was perfectly fine with the chaos and them being confused.