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Harry pushed up his glasses in a tense manner, "Principal Nezu..."
He stared at the oversized talking rat for a solid minute and a blank stare met him back.
"Harry! I'm only kidding," The Rat hunched over in laughter, "I already know everything about you! There's no need to hide anything from UA, we are here to help your condition. However, I am wondering why you still wear your glasses even though your sight has been corrected. Is it for the aesthetic?"
His face puckered, "I... Honestly don't know. I feel like I'm more comfortable with my glasses around people than if I didn't have it on constantly. I guess it's just out of habit, but I could take it off during training."
He wasn't lying at all. Harry had no idea why he even bothered to keep his glasses on even though both of the lenses, which were charmed to adjust to his eyesight, now disappeared. He couldn't place a finger on it, but he knew that there was something important about his black frames...
"It's alright, we understand that you did go through some kind of self-inflicted memory regression," Nezu said.
The black haired boy and no choice but to nod.
"Alright, you better run along now. I called you just out of concern and curiosity. Have a nice day, Harry."
Harry couldn't help but shiver as he walked out of the door when Nezu's hard stare pinned his back.
When Harry entered the cafeteria, he had an urge to go back to the principal Nezu's office.
The lunchroom was a mess. Half of the school swarmed around Class 1-A's table with pineapples in the air. Some of the tables were flipped onto each other, piling them almost to the top of the ceiling. With the exception of a few people from his class, all of them were collectively whisper chanting "Kirishima!"
He looked at the top of the table pile and almost screamed.
"Oh my god. H-How is he doing that? With all the pine needles and stuff," Harry said.
"Shh," Someone said.
There, in all of his glory, was his red-headed classmate chomping on a whole pineapple with insanely sharp shark teeth. Acidic juices flew everywhere and students gathered it up as if it was Felix Felicis.
"Kirishima! You can not eat pineapples in that way!" Iida stage-whispered, chopping his arms, "That is uncouth behavior! Get down here at once!"
"This is manly behavior," Kirishima ripped another chunk out with his teeth, "Iida, come to join me!"
"It's a great bonding activity!" Mina said.
For a brief, fleeting moment, Harry swore he saw a look of longing and hesitance on Iida's face. However, as quickly as it came to his square-shaped face, Iida's expression settled down into one of reluctance and resignation.
"As class president, I am afraid I cannot participate in this activity. However, I will allow this to continue since it technically does not break any of the lunch rules that Lunch Rush gave us," Iida said.
"Haah? We have goddamn lunch rules?" Katsuki yelled from across the cafeteria, "What kind of-"
"First," Iida cut him off, "We have to be polite to all staff members. Second, food cannot be wasted: any leftovers go into the compost. Third, no screaming in the cafeteria, Katsuki Bakugou!"
"Fuck you! You don't make the rules! It's not like Lunch Rush is standing behind me!"
To his surprise, nobody dared to make a sound. Even Kirishima stopped in the middle of his chomping to point a shaky finger behind Katsuki. This only fueled Katsuki's anger even more.
"What the fuck!"
"Bro... Behind you."
Katsuki never screamed in the cafeteria after that day. Even Harry dared not make a peep in fear of the lunch faculty, and Kirishima kept his pineapple eating habits to the smallest crunch as possible.
"In a week, we will have the UA Sports Festival," Aizawa said, "So because of that, we're going to have stimulated one on one fights because international heroes are coming to offer internships to First Years. This is an amazing opportunity and is something that has never been done before, so do not mess this up."
The thinly veiled threat was covered by the excitement of the UA Sports Festival. Harry sat in the middle of his cheering classmates, with a confused expression on his face and his fingers gripping tightly on his wand. He ignored the meaningful glances from his peers when Aizawa said "international".
Truthfully, he wasn't really sure about what he exactly was lately. It had been a month since he somehow traveled into the future, and he had been waking up with more and more doubt every single day in the UA dorms. He just couldn't remember his friends' faces anymore.
He could vaguely see the Weasley red hair, but he couldn't even remember whether or not Ron had freckles or if Hermione's hair was brown or black. The worse part was that he would remember dreaming about them, but would forget their faces upon waking up.
"Aren't you excited, Harry! Maybe someone from Britain can help you out!"
"Yeah... I guess," Harry said.
In addition, he had to take lessons from Principal Nezu himself about morals. All Might would take him out to go on workouts with Midoriya, and Aizawa himself had to monitor Harry's activity in the mornings and late afternoons. At night, Recovery Girl would check up on him and do physical tests.
All because they still thought he ws All for One.
Or a Nomu, in the police's case.