Glancing around the white walls as he headed towards the locked double doors, he took notice that the walls were void of any form of art except for the few sporadic windows lining them. Blank. Boring. White walls. Izuku thought this place was supposed to help people with their problems, not make them worse.

The halls were empty save for the random orderly he saw pass him not to long ago. His mind was traveling elsewhere, not really paying attention to where he was going or what was in front of him. Though he wasn't really interested, he was hearing fast approaching footsteps as well as laughter heading towards his general vicinity. Without blinking, he started turning his head in their direction, unfortunately a second too late.

"Ugh-"

"Ouff-"

Two bodies collided in a head-on collision, both of them falling to the ground in a heap, limbs tangled together into one big mess. Dazed and confused, Izuku was staring up at the ceiling, breathing sighs left and right, wondering what he did in his past life to deserve this.

Feeling the body on top of him start to wiggle around as well as hysterically spout out words of apologies, Izuku propped himself up on his forearm and looked down. What greeted him was the soft, round face of a very sorry looking girl, eyes closed, cherry red face framed by chestnut brown hair in a bizarre sort of short hairstyle. Not that he was one to talk after all, with his wild and unruly greenish black hair. He would surely win the contest for one of the weirdest hairdos out there, and it was all natural too, who would of thought?

He rubbed at the back of his head where it had smacked itself against the tile floor. A small bump already starting to protrude from where it had impacted. He hissed in pain.

"Oh my gosh, I am so, so sorry! I didn't see where I was going and I…Oh man…I'm so embarrassed." The girl, still currently on top of him with their legs entangled kept gushing out her apologies. Izuku started to feel very overwhelmed, hiding his face between his arms in a weird cross sort of deal, only part of his face visible. Embarrassment creeping up his face towards his ears, beating a fierce red as he mumbled out.

"It's…okay? Please s-stop apologizing…"

"No, it's completely my fault. I can't believe I did something like this!"

"Seriously…stop. It was an accident, you don't need to sound as if you're offering your first born to me as an apology."

"My first born, what? I just want to tell you how so- OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY!"

Izuku was currently looking at anywhere but the girl still currently straddling his hip. At the yell from her tiny lungs, he squawked out in surprise at the decimal on this girl, bracing himself back on his arms when she finally realized the position they were tangled in. Without a second thought, or apology on her part, she sprang right up and flopped herself behind the friend she had ran down the hallway with. How had he not noticed the other girl standing not even a meter away from them?

The girl was still completely flustered, this time from different circumstances he imagined. Standing up on shaky legs, he wiped the back of his pants with his palm. Stuffing his hands into his sweaters pockets afterwards, he regarded the two girls with a curious look. He had already gotten a close up look from the shorter girl, her being on top of him for so long. The other girl had a peculiar look to her. She had much larger eyes than what he normally saw on girls. Long black hair all straight and neat in a long ponytail, wrapped up in a hair bow at the end. She was tall and lanky, slouched over in a way that must be terribly uncomfortable for her back.

"You must be new, we've never seen you here before?" The lanky girl stated, head cocking to the side as she stared at him with an uninterested glance. Izuku was starting to feel very uncomfortable underneath her unblinking gaze.

"Yah…I uh, just got here about an hour ago." He uttered out, gazing at everywhere except for the two girls in front of him. He wasn't good at this whole, talking to new people type deal. Call it repressed memories from his abused childhood years if you will, either way that was who he was now. Terrible with new people, and even more awful with seeming interesting. His paranoia and anxiety also didn't help with all the bad thoughts that kept popping into his head concerning the two girls.

"Yes, that would definitely explain it. What's your name? Mine is Asui Tsuyu, call me Tsu." Frog girl stated, was it rude of him to call her a frog? Wasn't rude if he never said it out loud he guessed. All to himself it is.

"And mine is Uraraka Ochaco, sorry again…" She seemed to be doing better now, the blushing had gone down considerably and she wasn't hiding anymore. At least she was trying compared to him, cheeks still enflamed and legs twitching with nervousness, eyes flipping around like he was having a seizure.

"Um, hi. I'm Midoriya Izuku. It's…nice to…run into you, I guess?" Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, finally settling his gaze on the two. Didn't bode well to look everywhere else while doing introductions or talking to someone, rule number 3 his mother had ever told him when he first went off to school. Number 2 being to never stop trying even if you fall down, number 1 was not to be mean even if you were upset.

Rules he seemed to have engraved into his sub cautious and carried out effortlessly throughout the years.

"Midoriya Izuku, please make your way towards reception. I repeat, Midoriya Izuku please make your way towards reception."

He let out a startled squeak at the sudden voice on the intercom signalling his name, while Ochaco simply giggled at his distress and Tsu grinned.

"Um…It was nice meeting you two. Guess I should be heading out now…yah." He stated while pointing to the ceiling, laughing awkwardly. Both girls simply waved at him while he shuffled himself around them, ushering their own goodbyes and see you later next to his own.

Once he arrived at the gates to freedom, he saw his mother through the windows waving at him happily, as if she had never left for already more than an hour. He hopped from one foot to the next, waiting for the ring to signal him that the doors were unlocked. Sliding his way through, he slouched over to his mother who gave him another hug.

"Here are your things, I also packed a few comic books and your music playing gadget. Sorry for taking so long, I just did a quick wash of your sheets before coming over. The nice people already did a check of your things so you're free to bring them over to your room now." She stated happily, giving him the suitcase as well as a large yellow backpack that was currently strapped to her back. Handing him his pillow was the last straw to hit the stack and his eyes started tearing up.

"Oh honey…" Inko's heart was breaking at seeing her only son crying silent tears at her. Without missing a beat, she engulfed him in one of her best mom hugs. He dropped his things to the floor, encircling his arms around his mother, gripping as if for dear life. His whole body was having tremors run through its entirety.

His mother was whispering sweet nothings, trying to calm Izuku down and come back to her. Izuku had changed a lot, there was no denying that. But she knew her Izuku was still in there, her bright, happy and hyper son, determined to always do the right thing and help those in need.

"I don't want to be here mom. Please take me back, I'll be better…I promise." He sobbed out against her neck, tearing streaming down his face like waterfalls. Inko's own eyes had also started brimming with tears, sniffling into her son's hair all the while trying to comfort him.

"I know honey, it was a very hard decision, but Yuuei's Mental Health Center is the best one around. I feel like they will be able to help you, I sincerely do Izuku. You can't do it on your own, I've seen you try. It's only been getting worse and worse, and I can't bare to see you fall apart anymore. I'm so sorry Izuku. I'm doing this because I care and love you so much and just want you to be happy. I want you to be the old you again, I want my happy boy back." Wiping at her face, she pushed him at arm's length so she could see his face. Taking her hand, she wiped the tears and snot with her sleeve off Izuku's face, watery smile shaking on her face.

Izuku eyes were glazing over and looking at anywhere but his mother. Not having any of that, she softly took his chin between her fingers and brought his eyes to meet with hers.

"I know it's not your fault, I never thought it to be your fault. I'm proud of you for how strong you've been towards this. I have a feeling you might be very disappointed in yourself, but you shouldn't be. I'm not disappointed in you, I couldn't be happier or more honoured to have you as my son." She softly brushed her hands on his face, cupping both his cheeks and resting her forehead onto his.

They both simply stood there, basking in each other's comfort. A few minutes had passed before they drew apart. Izuku had calmed down considerably, the only clue from his earlier crying fest was from the slight puffiness of his eyes. Without saying a word, he picked up his back pack and pillow that had fallen to the floor.

Regarding his mother with mixed feelings, he let her envelop him into one last embrace until he saw her next, whenever that would be. He still wasn't completely onboard with this whole thing, but after hearing his mother tell him she wasn't embarrassed of him for being the way he was, he felt a small weight lift off of his shoulders. This was no way an epiphany for him, but it did let him feel a bit more at ease with the whole situation.

"I'll see you later mom." Turning his back, he headed towards the door and stuck his hand to the handle, waiting for the buzz. Hearing it not long after, he opened the one his hand was firmly grasping and was only half way in before he turned his head around and glanced at his mother.

"Thanks mom, for everything you had to go through. I love you." It was almost like he could feel the breath of relief that over swept his mother and cascaded towards him. She gushed out her love and affection for him until it fell on deaf ears once the doors were closed behind him.