As the year passes, the young nine year old finally turning ten, the memory of the hospital and the vile tang of bile in his throat burning and clawing its way up, now little more than an afterthought. Overall, things for the green haired child had been pretty much the same, besides two simple facts. Izuku knew that his "quirk" could burn mass in order to heal himself which he didn't really wanna test the limits of-

Alongside the simple fact, that Bakugou attentions to young Izuku have been almost non existent. An acknowledgement here and there, a glare and an scoff were most of the interactions between Bakugou and Izuku. Sure, there was less bullying, less negative confrontations. . . But an ever deeper sense of isolation surround Izuku.

Even the bullying, had been some sort of social contact. . . But now, it almost felt as if everyone in the world was ignoring him. But, this would only create a good greed inside the boy, a greed to be acknowledged by the world, an emotion strong enough to get him through every day of school eager for the next.

But- Greed can be seen in a good and bad light depending on it's context. You can be greedy, for water when you're in the desert. Maybe, greedily eating food when getting rescued from some island at sea. Greedily, counting the money and spending not a single dollar on anything. Greed, can have many context, or reasons. But, all the symbiote could pick up on is GREED, desire for more, to take or get. . . Setting it apart, yet ever closer to how it's host feels. If this is a good, or bad thing is yet to be seen.

But, one good thing about the dropping amount of bullying, was that it allowed for more social contact. Allowing, an single child with hair blue as the sea, and an pair of cyan eyes to approach Izuku. This child, with the sea blue hair, and dressed in blue clothes. Overall, this kid seemed to love blue to an obnoxious degree- Her cyan eyes locked onto Izukus backpack as she craned her head to the side peering at the boy's open backpack for a second squinting. Standing for a second in silence, before Izuku finally took notice of her.

A blush covered his face as he muttered out- "Excuse me- Ummm. . . What are you doing?" Izuku says, surprising with little stuttery, as the blue haired girl snorts and smiles, crossing her arms, as they both stood outside the school, exhaustion of the school day still weighing on the children as the girl says in an toying, silly voice- "Bro, why is there like a doll in ya backpack?"

This brought the green haired to a stop, the teasing yet squeakiness was rather weird. The squinting on his face, conveyed his confusion before he groaned. . . She must be referring to his all might action figure that he had brought today, hoping after school he could perhaps test the springy legs at the park. Flustered, he responds "I-its not a doll, It's an action figure!" The girl scoffs at that, arms crossed as she says, this time in her normal voice "It's Plastic. . . It's made for kids to play with- It's a doll." Izuku groans, as he begins to walk away, only to be followed by the blue haired girl, who held that cocky smirk.

The anxiety built up in Izukus chest, his teeth now chewing on the inside of his mouth believing this girl was the next bully, the next person to treat him like a doormat as she threw her backpack off her back, and onto her chest, as she opened the backpack . . . Reaching in, causing Izuku to tense as she slowly pulled out a small, plastic figure of cheap cloth, and Plastic- The American hero, The Bat King glider action figure! "Heya Nerd, I got my own doll ya know."

"That's Batking, The American hero with the quirk to manipulate sound and use echolocation! Fifty two most popular hero in America due to him staying on the downlow like E-" his little rant, and mutterings are stopped when a tendril of water presses against his face, The blue haired girl raising an eyebrow, an tendril coming from her arm now pressing against Izukus mouth as she says "Listen Nerd, names Chloe- I'm gonna appoint you as the kid who's gonna show me around this town alittle bit okay? Now stop your darn ranting before I tentacle you okay?" She earns, a single nod as she draws away her tentacle as he gasp and says "Hydrokinetic-" he stops his analysis in it's place as he takes her glare as a sign to shush.

"Listen, Nerd ya gotta show me somewhere to throw my doll around, I like to glide em around . . . Wanna show me where?"" At the end of her sentence, she does a weird almost frog like voice, trying to amuse the boy she was trying to befriend. All the while, from Izukus chest an spark of hope and joy for a friendship ignites as he ask "Ya! That be awesome, I wanted to see how high my new action figure-" "Doll." "could go!"

Izuku throws a weak glare at her, but his smile still there as he giggles, the two ten year olds now walking off to the very same park that Izuku puked his guts out literally arguing back and forth that action figures were not dolls- But below the boys skin, below the boys chest this it felt like an void was being filled, as immense joy flows through Izuku, as it Imprints once more unto the black mass, surrounding and entrenched in his stomach, holding his brain as it's nest. . . The subconscious of the symbiote feeling that void and feeling the need for some sort of Social Contact . . . Even in it's slumber the symbiote felt so alone. In it's restless dreams, the symbiote dreamed of those who it once knew- Of the family that was the rest of his race.