The anxiety had always affected Izuku, to the point where he couldn't go outside sometimes. Everything about the great outdoors terrified him, from the people who stared at him, to the chance that he would run into someone unpleasant, to if he was caught up in a large crowd. Yet, it was something a hero must do, he told himself, as he stared in his mirror. It's necessary, he repeated to himself.

Somewhere along the line, "it's necessary" had become less like a small saying to help him get through the day, to the only thing repeated in his brain. He thought about when that was. Maybe when he was younger and had been accepted into the UA? No, probably much earlier than that. Maybe from the time he had entered middle school? That felt about right, he reasoned.

Accidentally, or perhaps out of habit, his eyes wandered to his bedside drawer. Of course he knew what the consequences of using the items in there were. If he was caught doing it, he would get in trouble, the likes of which he had never experienced. If he didn't use it, the panic of going outside might overwhelm him. Besides, it wasn't too harmful. He could stop whenever he wanted. A small smile graced Izuku's face as he thought of that fact: he could stop using those things whenever he wanted to.

He opened the drawer, and took out a syringe and a belt. "It's necessary," Izuku told himself, as he methodically wrapped the belt around his arm, cutting off the circulation for now. Then the syringe was put in his arm, the plunger was pressed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief. One more day of being Deku, he thought as he put away the items. "It's necessary..." he repeated once more to himself as the drug started to flow through his system.

That small smile turned into a much larger one, as it officially started to kick in. His eyelids drooped, but then he opened his eyes wide. "Come on, Deku, it's necessary," Izuku told himself once more, slapping his cheeks. Even with it in his system, he must maintain his normal personality, the one people have come to expect from him.

He left his room, and joined Uraraka in the corridor, ready for another day of school, just boring classes and perhaps some afternoon physical training. Of course, today he had other plans too, after the day was done.

Once his school day was over, and he was walking out of the classroom, Uraraka stopped Izuku.

"Hey, Midoriya! Do you wanna hang out after school today? There's a new ice cream stand," she said, her voice barely managing to hold back the nervousness. She wasn't used to being confrontational, but there was no real way around being like that; Izuku certainly wasn't going to ask her.

"Oh, uh... I can't today, sorry," he replied, giving her an apologetic smile. On any other day, he would have gone, but today he had something to do after school, and that was more important than hanging out with Uraraka, especially when he was living in the same dorm as her.

"Why? What are you doing?" She asked, her cheerful demeanor stopping a bit.

"Oh... just visiting..." He thought about it for a second. "My mother. It's been a while and I miss seeing her."

She nodded, that demeanor going back up. "Okay, I hope you have a fun time, then!" She said, leaving the classroom with a heavy feeling. The two, despite being rather close, hadn't hung out in a very long time, and she missed his companionship. It didn't even have anything to do with her crush at this point. She was worried about him. What had prompted this change in him, she asked herself? Even in class, he had been so much more relaxed for the past few months than when he had first started. Perhaps he had gotten over his fears, but something told her that wasn't all. For now, though, she decided to trust in him telling her if he was okay, and ignored that heavy feeling. There was ice cream at hand, anyways.

Deku smiled at her, and walked out, going in the opposite direction as her. His destined location was a place in the school where there were no security cameras: the men's bathroom on the third floor. There, he met his contact. He didn't realize at first that this person was the one who had supplies. He had always seemed only obsessed with Class A, and nothing else. That just goes to show how much you might know about a person, Izuku thought to himself.

Neito stepped out of one of the stalls, a grin on his face. "Hey, Deku," he said, a little bit of a drawl. "How was the class today?"

"Oh, it was just fine. A little boring."

"That's cool. I have the supplies for you." Neito jabbed a thumb at the bathroom stall. "Your job to figure out how you're going to get them all into your room."

Izuku didn't respond or pay attention. He just was counting the money he owed Neito. It was all in there, but he just liked to make sure. Then he handed the rolled-up wad to him. "Where are they again?"

Neito sighed and pointed at the bathroom stall from which he had just left. "That one, you moron. God, this explains why you all are so stupid in Class A. One day we will all DESTROY you!" He said, the anger building up rather quickly.

Of course Izuku didn't care. He just walked into that bathroom stall, and closed the door behind him.