There's so much sound. Too much sound. Voices, thoughts, both of them overlapping and mingling. He can't tell them apart. Even though they all so different, it all sounds the same.

His hands are clamped over his ears, his sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, doing nothing to block out the mass of bodies outside the building. He knows it's the media, but knowing doesn't change a thing.

"Where's Midoriya?"

Is that Iida? Or maybe it's Uraraka?

"I think he's under the table."

No, that was Uraraka, wasn't it?

Shinsou blinked twice, letting those words settle in before he bent down and looked under the table. "Midoriya? Are you alright?"

Izuku just snarled, baring his teeth against the phantom pains of scalpels on his skin. He didn't know who was there; he just wanted them gone.

As if he could see his friends meaning in the sound, Shinsou straightened back up immediately. "I think I should go get Aizawa-sensei."

Footsteps signaled someone leaving, and Izuku numbly noted it was Shinsou. The part of him not wholly overrun by panic was busy berating himself for snarling at his friend like some sort of wild animal.

That panic overtook him again, and he growled when he saw someone lean down to look under the table, and when a hand reached towards him, he lashed out, slapping at the hand and ignoring the stream of words being said.

"He tried to punch me!" Iida pulled his hand back quickly, surprise painted across his face.

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed. No, he hadn't. It was only a slap.

"It's 'cuz you're grabbin' at 'im!" Uraraka kneeled down, watching Midoriya with concern. She didn't reach towards him, making sure Midoriya could see that her hands were settled on her lap. "Midoriya? Shinsou went to get Aizawa-sensei, is… is that alright?" She frowned, eyebrows drawing together in concern. Do you want us to leave once he gets here?

Forcing the panic back by a centimeter, Izuku nodded once.

My cousin used to get this sometimes. Overwhelming Sensory Overlap?

It was more than that, but he couldn't explain it.

Izuku nodded once more, the moment of calm broken again as he heard the approaching thoughts of Shinsou and Aizawa.

I hope he's okay.

So, the problem child had a panic attack? I should have expected something like this to happen-

(Where's Patient Fifteen? Should have expected him to pull something like this. And right when we need to prep him for traNnspLlaNt)

Shinsou huffed, out of breath and red-faced from running to the classroom and back in such a short time. "I'm back; he still under the table?"

"He tried to punch me…" Iida was still stuck on that, watching the table cautiously as he backed away.

"We should go," Uraraka worried her lip, looking everywhere except the table Izuku was crouched under. "He wouldn't want us to see him like this."

Aizawa waved the three teenagers away, subtly directing them to the exit. "You three get to class; I'll handle this."

Hesitantly, Uraraka agreed. "Okay…" Come on, Midoriya, you can get through this.

(Where's PATient Fifteeeeen?)

Aizawa waited for the three students to leave before he kneeled down, watching as Midoriya twitched and made nonsensical sounds under his breath. "Kid?"

"Damn it." Aizawa snapped his fingers, getting no response. "Hey, you in there?

Don't be like this, kid, Aizawa sighed before reaching out a hand.

Izuku's eyes rolled back, and he jolted to his feet, sending the table flying back as it slammed into his back as he stood. He wasn't here.

He was there.

With them.

Trapped in the Hospital.

Locked in the Operation Theater.

(Run.)

(Hide.)

Where is he?

(You can't hidE PRoblem BOY)

Even though he's not sure where he is, it doesn't mean he'll go down without a fight. A snarl curling his lip and his fists raised, Izuku whipped around, searching the room before locking on the source of the thoughts.

"Keep your hand away from me before I rip it off." His words were slurred, but his stutter thankfully stayed away, seeming to know it would weaken his threat.

"Damn, kid." Aizawa slowly stood, raising an eyebrow at the murderous intent flowing off the kid like ocean waves. Shinsou had said it looked like a panic attack, but maybe it was more than that.

Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth as his stomach lurched. Spinning on his heel, he scrambled towards the closest trash can, gripping the sides as he emptied his stomach contents.

"Kid, you alright?" Aizawa took a half step forward, stopping himself before he could go any further. Yes, he was worried, but he knew better than to approach a possibly dangerous situation. The kid was in the middle of some sort of fit and had already lashed out violently more than once.

He'd rather not get punched.

Spitting a few times, unable to clear the taste of vomit and regurgitated medication from his mouth, Izuku's hands clenched on the rim of the trash can. His shoulders shook.

The mass presence of the media was gone, and it left his head feeling all too empty.

And with his head empty and mind blank, his darkness came rushing back.

(Scalpels)

(No anesthesia)

(Fear)

(Pain.)

(Run.)

(Run.)

(Run.)

It's hot. Too hot. Izuku was running on autopilot, and he pulled off his blazer, tossing it to the side before all but yanking his uniform shirt open and off. He pushed up the sleeves of his undershirt, feeling his scarred skin cool by degrees.

He had to get out of here.

He turns to run, his escaped blocked by the loops of Eraserhead's capture tool.

He backed up, turning again to meet another blocked exit.

"Come on, kid; you're safe here. Let me-

Coming back to himself, Izuku snapped, words tumbling out. "Shut up, or I'm going to seal you in an oil drum and ship you to Australia." Izuku's eye twitched as he thought that through. "Wait, can't send you to Australia, Thorn Ridge has an outpost there. Canada."

He jumped over the loop of capture tool, grabbing onto it as he did and yanking it towards him, hoping to pull its user off balance. "I'll never go back," he hissed, as he continued to pull, slowly dragging Eraserhead towards him even as the hero leaned back and dug his heels in.

But he didn't see Eraserhead. He didn't see his teacher, worried about his student.

He just saw another obstacle.

"Dammit, kid," Aizawa had to admit he was impressed, even as he was pulled across the floor. This kid had strength enhancement, but most people didn't think of using it the way he did. Enhancing dodges and leaps. Using it to control the playing field.

But right now, it was just annoying.

Kid needs help, and he's running away from it. Another yank at his capture tool pulls him out if his thoughts. Aizawa sighed, releasing his grip on the tool and letting it fly from his hands, the kid falling on his ass in surprise.

And what the hell was he talking about, Thorn Ridge had been shut down years ago, hadn't it? And how did a kid even know about the defunct counter-intelligence agency?

"Oh come on," Aizawa muttered when Midoriya launched himself back to his feet and picked up a chair, swinging it wildly. He was going to have to call in some backup, wasn't he? With a sigh, he pulled out his phone, pressing speed dial for who he hoped would make this end quickly. He barked into the phone, snatching up his capture tool in the same motion. "Cafeteria. Some sort of panic attack gone wrong. Get here now."

For two minutes, Aizawa had to alternate between defense and trapping, dodging chairs and tables in his effort to keep the kid inside. Really, Midoriya was determined, even though he had no clue what was going on.

"I'm he- the hell is going on here, huh?" Midnight ducked just in time to dodge a chair that flew at her in an almost slow arc. Not an attack, but a warning.

'Come close, and the next one will hit,' sort of warning.

"Kid's having some sort of breakdown, need you to knock him out."

At that, Izuku stood up straighter, adjusting his grip on his newly acquired chair, holding it like some sort of deranged lion tamer. "I'll never go back," he shouted, sunglasses falling from his face as he threw the chair forward, using as a distraction while lunging to the side and to the window. "I won't be controlled!"

(Run)

(They'll find you)

(Don't let them catch you.)

He ran hard, arms crossed in front of his face, and his head ducked down. "You'll never take me back to the Hospital!"

"Oh shit!" Midnight watched with horrified eyes as the kid sprinted towards the window, determination rolling off him in waves.

Izuku slammed into the shatterproof glass, cracking it. He backed up and rammed it with his shoulder, the crack spiderwebbing across the pane as he slammed it a third time. A wild look on his face, he dived through his new exit, not even noticing the loops of Eraserhead's capture tool snapping around him.

"Damn, this kid's heavy," Aizawa could feel bruises forming where his capture tool cut into his skin as he hauled the kid back up, leaning back so far he was nearly parallel to the floor. And the fact that the kid was thrashing like an animal in a trap wasn't really helping. "Come on," he growled under his breath as he finally hauled the kid back in the window, wrapped up in the loops of the capture tool like a mummy. A struggling and angry mummy.

Holding the fabric tight in his hands, Aizawa called out, "now! Nemuri, dose him."

A cloud of pink mist, already dissipating through the broken window, surrounded Midnight and the wrapped up Midoriya. Snarls and hisses came from the kid for far longer than they should have before they slowly fade out into soft breathing.

The kid still jerked and twitched in his sleep, hands in fists, still ready to fight.

"Fucking hell," Midnight stared down at the kid, taking in scars and half-closed black eyes that spoke of nausea. There was something … not right about the kid. Unnatural.

She looked away, her skin crawling. "You wanna tell me what that was about, Shouta?"

Aizawa shrugged, rubbing the deep striped bruises on his forearms. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Whoever Midoriya had thought they were, he had been scared and ready to fight to his last breath.

Izuku slowly surfaced back to consciousness, surrounding surface thoughts breaking over his mind before he forced them to the background. He kept his eyes closed, but watched his surroundings through the lids.

He was in Recovery Girl's office, and he was alone.

What had happened earlier?

Things were sort of a blur after the alarm had been triggered.

Had he gotten hurt?

He remembered falling out the window...

No.

He had jumped out the window.

He had broken the window after trying to throw a chair at Midnight and Eraserhead!

What the hell had he been thinking?!

But that was just it. He hadn't been thinking. He had just lashed out, blind fear robbing him of his sensibilities and causing him to treat everyone as an enemy.

Finally opening his eyes, Izuku tried to sit up, but his left arm was wrenched back by his wrist. "What the…" he tugged his arm, taking note of the padded restraint chaining him to the bed. "Really," he asked incredulously. "Oh, come on!"

He reached over with his free hand, feeling around the perfectly smooth cuff. No latch. No keyhole. No indentations. Nothing.

It must have been made around his wrist.

But the chain, on the other hand… that was too easy to tear apart like tissue paper, the links wrenched open and dropped onto the bed. The cuff, though... Maybe he could just wear the cuff like a high fashion piece of jewelry? Should be fine.

Freed from his restraints, Izuku slung his legs over the side of the bed, setting his feet on the floor.

He was still wearing his shoes and his uniform; he couldn't have been here that long. With a glance to the clock, he blinked rapidly.

An hour and a half after lunch.

He had been here for an hour and a half?!

Izuku jumped up, taking a few quick strides to the door and finding it locked.

"Damn it," he muttered, turning away to look for another exit.

The window.

Keeping an eye out for anyone who might interrupt him, Izuku pushed the bed he had been chained to until it was under the tiny window. Climbing up to stand on the mattress, Izuku checked the window.

Small, but he could get through it.

Locked, but only by a latch.

Too easy. It was laughable.

Pulling himself up and through the frame, he twisted around to drop down on all fours, only to be caught by a pair of familiar arms before he hit the ground.

"Huh?!" Izuku twisted around, he really hadn't expected All Might to be outside of the window.

"I told them you'd go out the window." Toshinori shook his head, and if anyone were looking close enough, they would see him roll his eyes. "For some reason, they didn't believe me…"

"Dad?!" Izuku squeaked, his black eyes wide with surprise. "I mean- I- damnit." A sudden stroke of clarity hit him.

The thoughts from the crowd that didn't belong.

He grabbed the fabric of All Might's cape, where it was attached at the shoulder of his suit, "I have something important to tell you!"

"But first…" Izuku's vision wavered and spun, and a familiar grey haze swept over his brain. "I'm going to pass out." He slumped over on All Might's shoulder, going limp in his surrogate father's arms.

"Oh!" Toshinori only stared in shock, not expecting that to happen. "Wow, he really did it." He adjusted Izuku to carry him easier before rounding the corner of the building.

Leaning against the wall, watching him expectantly, were Eraserhead and Midnight, the two heroes openly staring as how All Might carried the kid. Toshinori wasn't a mind reader, but he swore that he could hear the questions they had for him.

Breaking the awkward silence, Aizawa cleared his throat. Not moving from where he leaned, he asked, "did I hear what I think I heard?" His hair fell in his eyes, hiding the look of curiosity.

"You sure did," Midnight answered, crossing her arms over her chest. She raised an eyebrow, wondering if her hypothesis was correct. "He called you 'dad?'"

When All Might stayed quiet, Aizawa scuffed his boots on the ground, pulling up a few blades of grass. "So," he muttered, the single word somehow carrying through the tenseness. He gestured to the kid passed out in the number one hero's arms. "Is he yours?"

Toshinori shook his head, finally finding his voice again. He unconsciously adjusted his grip on his- no, not his, the kid, as if he was afraid someone would take him away. "N-no, he's not." His eyebrows drew together, memories of all the time he and Izuku had spent together. Just like a father and son should, he thought before stomping those ideas back down. "But is it wrong to wish he was?"

"I don't know your life," Nemuri began, before she shook her head, the glasses of her hero costume sliding down her nose. "But man, you and Midoriya got real problems in it, don't you?"

"Mhm." Aizawa nodded once, leaning back against the wall with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "He sure does."

"God damn it." Izuku didn't even need to look around to know he was back in Recovery Girl's office. At least he wasn't cuffed to the bed this time.

"Oh, you're awake!" The voice is pitched highly, with an… inhuman aspect to it. As if it's not meant to be heard or spoken. "You gave us all quite a scare, young man."

Izuku opened his eyes, catching a ball of fur and bone in his peripheral vision. Thankful that the flat black of his eyes couldn't betray where he was looking, Izuku focused his gaze, trying to sort out what he was looking at before he realized what it was. He saw hundreds of them scurrying in pipes and underground tunnels every day, how could he not know?

A rat.

A giant rat. The biggest rat of all time. His thoughts spiraled, all keeping in the vein of rat, huge rat, oh my god, the biggest rat.

A rat whose fur looks super soft and whose thoughts scrambled and shuffled and completed and broke apart and came to gather faster than anything he had ever heard before.

It was terrifying. How purely inhuman they were. And underneath it all, the rhythm, the near song that all rats seemed to live within.

He had never heard it with words before.

Haunting.

Using his elbows, Izuku sat up, staring for a moment before it clicked.

Principal Nedzu and All Might were sitting in Recovery Girl's office with him, drinking tea, and watching him sleep. Well, not watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up. But same thing, right?

"Thanks?" His voice was rough, his throat dry and scratchy. There was a glass of water on the table beside the bed, and he reached for it slowly, ignoring the burn of being watched. Taking a drink, he felt the tension in the room mount, then swiftly dissipate before he finished off the glass.

Setting the glass back aside and clearing his throat, Izuku pushed his hair from his face, keeping his gaze low as he looked around for his sunglasses.

Finding them folded on the pile of his uniform blazer and shirt, he left them there, unable to reach them without standing. "S-sorry for being so…" he gestured vaguely with both hands, trying to convey the concept of throwing tables and chairs at his teachers. "Sorry for being out of it. I had, had a bad night," he finished weakly, hanging his head.

"No need to feel sorry," Nedzu began, only to be interrupted by All Might.

"Are you alright? Did you get enough sleep? Is the cat back?"

Nedzu turned in his seat, a curious look on his pointed face. Cat?

Izuku sighed, rubbing at the dark circles under his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just… nightmares."

Toshinori frowned, "you've been having nightmares?" Why wouldn't you tell me?

"Not my nightmares," Izuku clarified, unable to raise his gaze from where his hands rested on his knees. "My mothers."

A part of himself was ashamed of how poorly he had dealt with it, turning to medications he knew would barely work in a desperate attempt to get sleep.

He knew Inko couldn't control her nightmares, no one could, he just wished he didn't take the starring role.

As the villain. The monster. The twisted and vile thing creeping in the dark, doing sick and depraved things.

All Might went quiet, before he asked, far too softly, "Midoriya, what did she do?" If she hurt you, I- I don't know what I'd do.

Izuku shook his head, trying to calm his mentor and father figure's thoughts. "Nothing, it's nothing like that." Inko would never actively try to harm him, she couldn't. She might not seek out his presence, but she didn't hate him.

But he did wonder sometimes…

She was good at keeping her thoughts to herself. Too good at it for it to be a coincidence. Maybe she… no, as much as he wanted to assume to worst, he just couldn't.

Things were getting better. At least, he thought things were getting better.

"...what did she say," Toshinori tried and failed to smother the protective feeling in his chest. The thought of Izuku having to go through more trauma, having to live with someone who didn't treat him the way they should? He hated it. Maybe he could convince the kid to live with him?

Would that be possible?

Not wanting to get into all of that right now, Izuku tried to wave away All Might's concern, "it's not her fault, she can't control her nightmares. I just wish it wasn't me that gives them to her." He shook his head, closing his eyes and trying to find memories of better times.

He couldn't.

"I wish she didn't just see a monster every time she looks at me."

She still thinks that? Toshinori narrowed his eyes, making a mental note to check in on his kid more often. "I thought things had gotten better?"

"Yeah, so did I." Izuku sighed, rubbing at the scars on his knuckles. He had nearly doubled the amount of scars there during the entrance exam, and Inko hadn't even asked about it. He needed to face the facts. "Looks like I was just kidding myself." Again.

He had wanted so badly for things to be getting better, he just-

A rustle of fur on fabric brought Izuku back to reality. He could see that Nedzu had been trying his damndest not to make a sound, to not interrupt the moment.

So they went on with Project Bloodlines, didn't they. But it wasn't finished. He's incomplete.

"I know," Izuku muttered, almost missing the sudden raising of the fur on the back of the principal's neck. "I'm… unfinished." Izuku clenched a fist, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the bones and tendons that were beyond his comprehension. "The last three procedures," the replacement bone marrow, the last layers of artificial muscle, the control chip, he had escaped before they were placed. "I never got them," he finished flatly, knowing those four words couldn't contain the volumes of meaning he had lived.

So he can hear me. Intriguing.

"Am I?" Izuku shook his head. Intriguing wasn't the word he would use.

Creepy. Weirdo. Anxious. Awkward. Twitchy. Paranoid. Unsettling.

Those were words he would use.

A moment passed where none of them spoke, and before the silence could stretch on, Izuku interrupted it. "School is over, isn't it?"

Nedzu nodded, watching Izuku with curious eyes. "Yes."

"...great. I'll have to take the late train," Izuku grumbled, before he jerked back upright, his back ramrod straight, worry coursing through his veins. "The media!" He remembered what he had heard, that thought that cut through all the rest like a scalpel. "It was a villain attack!"

"Yes, I assumed so," Nedzu said calmly, the twitching of his ears giving away his worry.

"They're targeting All Might," Izuku continued, not missing the worry and interest that spiked through the thoughts of All Might and Nedzu, respectively. "I think it's going to be an attack on the school."

"Oh?" If Nedzu had eyebrows, he would raise them. He stabilized his cup of tea with both paws, wishing he had set it aside before Midoriya had woken up. "And why is that?"

Izuku blinked slowly, dry eyes staring past Nedzu and All Might. "Because that's what I would do," he said flatly.

Toshinori wheezed in surprise, blood coating his hand as he tried to stop the sound. "What?!"

Scratching harder at the scars on his knuckles, Izuku explained, "if my directive was to take out a high profile target, especially a hero, I would make sure there are as many civilians and children around as possible. Not for hostages, or collateral damage, but to ensure the target is distracted and unable to run." He frowned, putting more thought into it. A villain attack on UA and All Might would have to be huge, wouldn't it? "Keep them from being able to go on the offense by having a comrade threaten a kid." He would also make sure that it was in an urban area to keep the fight controlled, prevent them from fighting at full strength for fear of damages.

"I… okay." Sure. That's fine, put a lot of thought into how to murder me? Cool. Great. I'll sleep so well tonight!

"No, what?!" Izuku's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment. "Why would I plan- I'm not planning to kill you, why would you think that?" He gestured vaguely with both hands, trying to aid his explanation.

"Because it sure sounds like you've thought of it," Toshinori sounded almost… disappointed? Disapproving? Dismayed?

All of the above?

Izuku couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, but he pressed on with it. "Oh. No, that's just common sense, right?" At least, that's what the specialists who worked alongside the doctors would say… He was just rational, right? That's what they all told him.

(You're rational, meant for great things. A future leader.)

(a good soldier)

(a general)

Maybe it wasn't common sense. Maybe it was the training. The military education and reeducation.

Maybe most people didn't spend as much time as he did thinking over countermeasures for their own friends and families quirks.

Was this why Inko was so scared of him? Because she knew how his mind worked now?

Was that why they had given him this fucked up body and mind? They had wanted him to lead the others in the project?

Almost as if he could sense that Izuku was spiraling, Nedzu cleared his throat with a startlingly squeaky noise. "Well, you're right, that is just common sense." If you're like me. Nedzu's brow furrowed, the fur covering most evidence of the expression. "Did you get any… sense of when this attack might happen?"

"No, but whoever it was, they were," Izuku frowned, trying to find the right words. "Bat shit crazy?"

Were those the right words?

Okay, great, a crazy guy wants to kill me. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"I mean, you'd have to be crazy to think you could take out All Might, right?" Izuku shook his head, but a thought made him freeze in place. "...unless they actually think they could do it…" Did they know about All Might's injury? Did they know he was losing time?

Izuku's black eyes went wide. One person would know.

"Um, Y-Yagi-san? Do you think this might be tied to," Izuku lowered his voice to barely above a whisper and leaned in close. "All for One?"

Could it be? They never found the body…

No… I killed him! He can't-he can't be out there still. Then this injury, that battle, was it all for nothing?

"Shit." Toshinori hung his head, guilt and shame burning in his chest. He had thought he had been a killer for so long, had had to live with thinking that, even if All for One was a monster, he had fought to kill and had thought he had. But it looked like All for One had wone that fight as well. "I had thought, had hoped, all the rumours were just that. But if All for One is still out there… we're in for a real mess."

Just the thought of All for One was enough to rekindle that hatred he thought the battle had burned away. If he fought him again… Toshinori didn't care what happened, as long as that bastard died.

"I care what happens," Izuku said, not missing the flinch of surprise All Might felt when he said that. "If you get killed trying to fight a mad man…" Izuku didn't know what he would do. "I'll kill you myself."

"And you know how to do it, too."

"Hey, well, okay, fair." Izuku shook his head, slowly sliding forward and off the bed, the mounting emotional tension in the room leaving him needing the security of his sunglasses. His hands shook as he picked up the black plastic, covering his eyes before he stumbled back to sit on the bed. "Security is going to need to be upped, but it can't be obvious," he said, changing the subject in the hopes it would stop the panicked thoughts of losing the closest thing he had to a father.

"A few extra teachers here and there, and as much as I hate machines, maybe some of the robots from the entrance exam wherever All Might is?" Izuku grinned, the expression nothing but bared teeth and black sunglasses, "those things can be set to more… dangerous levels," he asked, raising his eyebrows and hoping Nedzu understood.

Oh, he wants killbots? Nedzu understood. "Of course, Power Loader should be delighted with such a request!" Well, more horrified and crying, but yes, delighted!

Izuku snorted, "I know that it's a bunch of political nonsense that's going to keep you from being able to do more, but maybe a, uh," he snapped his fingers searching for the word. "GPS trackers?"

"Oh, smart…" Nedzu would grin if he was able to. This kid had nothing to boost his intelligence, but here he was, planning like he had done this his whole life. "And if the signal was lost at any point, converge on the location with full force."

"Exactly."

"Well, this is nerve-wracking and terrifying, and every negative emotion all at once, but I have to go, I'm supposed to be training Toogata today." Toshinori stood, making his way to the door, but he pulled Izuku into a hug that, for anyone else, would have been bone-crushing. Ruffling his hand through the kid's hair, Toshinori turned to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Izuku just nodded, not trusting himself with words right now.

Once the door closed, Nedzu scooted his chair closer, watching the child that reminds him so much of himself. Even through the thick black plastic of the sunglasses, he could feel the intensity of the kids' dry stare.

But he still had a question, even though he knew Midoriya could just pluck it from his mind with no trace of doing so. "Do you know what I am, Midoriya?"

Izuku takes a moment to answer, thinking over his words. He could just parrot back what Nedzu knew, but that wasn't what he was asking, was it? "A, uh, a few decades ago, there was this drug that enhanced quirks. Before Trigger. Before Jolt. They called it JumpStart. But it had mutagenic effects, causing gigantism and other deformation." Most people didn't remember JumpStart. But Izuku wasn't most people. "It was before your freedom from the lab, wasn't it."

Fascinating.

"You were the first, weren't you?" JumpStart had been a favored topic in the Hospital, and Izuku could still remember the doctors and scientists talking about 'subject Alpha,' and now much the description made more sense for an animal than a human. He had never thought they might be talking about the principal of UA.

Nedzu blinked, "you really know your stuff, don't you?" So you know what I am, but what are you, Midoriya Izuku?

"I'm nobody," Izuku answered, standing off the bed and turning to the door. Picking up his uniform and backpack and putting on his shoes, Izuku nodded back to the watching principal. "And I'd like to keep it that way for a little bit longer."