Nezu carefully draped the large fluffy jacket over Midoriya's limp body, and slipped a pillow under his head. The boy's body was curled up slightly, his back pressing against the backrest of the couch. He was pale, his eye bags worse than usual, and his body was unnervingly still. Nezu would have thought he was dead if he didn't hear Midoriya's weak breathing.

After checking once again that Midoriya was fast asleep, Nezu quietly slipped out of his office, into the corridor, and fished out his phone. He quickly dialed Aizawa's number, and it didn't take more than a few rings for the Erasure Hero to respond.

"Nezu? Have you found Midoriya?"

"Yeah... He was trying to train in Gym Zeta." Nezu replied, "He's sleeping in my office right now, if anyone asks, tell them he's with me."

"That's great. Is he okay?"

"He bruised and injured his knuckles, but physically, he's fine. Mentally... he's more affected by the kidnapping and the events of Kamino than we thought. I'll organize a meeting with the other heroes who were involved in the Kamino event, but for now, we should give Midoriya some space to think things through."

"Alright. I'll tell Vlad King and the students tomorrow, in the morning."

Aizawa hung up, and Nezu stuffed his phone back in his pocket. He carefully opened the door to his office, and closed the door behind him gently. He sat down on the couch, and gently ruffled Midoriya's hair, before curling up on the sofa and closing his eyes.


Kirishima idly flicked through the channels on the television, as he leaned back into the sofa. He wasn't even sure what was on television; his mind was preoccupied with other things. It was pretty late in the morning, almost ten in the morning, and everyone had mostly woken up from the movie night that had taken place the previous night. Some were eating breakfast, some were doing homework, and some were just fooling around, but he had seen pretty much everyone.

Everyone except Midoriya.

He wasn't in the common room, or in the bathrooms, or anywhere in the dorms. Shinsou and Todoroki had just checked his room, only to find Reiko and Ryuto sitting on his bed, and the green haired boy was nowhere in sight.

"Midoriya is usually up by now... I shall ask Aizawa-sensei. Perhaps Midoriya went out." Iida mumbled, just as the black haired teacher walked into the 1-A dorms.

"Ah, Aizawa-sensei, do you know -" Iida was cut off as Uraraka bounded up to Aizawa, "Sensei! Do you know where Midoriya is? He isn't in the dorms at all!"

Aizawa sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "He's fine. He's with Nezu right now, so don't worry too much."

Kaminari heaved a huge sigh of relief, "That's great."

"I don't know when he'll come back to the dorms, or if he'll even come back tonight, but as far as I know... if he does, try not to jump him." Aizawa continued, "I think they're trying to work through a couple of problems. And especially after Kamino..."

Aizawa didn't have to continue. It made sense, to the five students who had gone to save Midoriya; obviously the green haired boy wouldn't have gotten over his kidnapping and subsequent torture at the hands of League so soon.

"Ah... Understood." Iida mutely replied, "Well, have a good day, Aizawa-sensei. I'll keep everyone in check."

"Yeah." Aizawa mutely mumbled, "Also, grocery shopping, I'm supposed to bring a couple of students out to grab... whatever you want. So, five students, who are coming with me?"


Midoriya wearily opened his eyes, and stared at the low coffee table in front of him. His eyelids were heavy, his limbs felt like lead, and his entire body was aching for absolutely no reason. He didn't feel like moving at all, and just rested his gaze on the reflection of ceiling light that could be seen in the coffee table's glassy surface.

He could hear the sound of papers being shuffled, and he slowly moved his gaze upwards, watching emotionlessly as Nezu neatly stacked some papers together, before stapling them. Nezu's ears perked up, and the principal looked up, noticing that Midoriya had woken up, and his face immediately lit up.

Nezu hopped off his chair, and quickly made his way to Midoriya's side, the green haired boy's eyes watching as Nezu got closer and closer. The principal gently ran his paw through Midoriya's hair, "Morning, Izuku. How are you feeling?"

Midoriya looked away for a quick second, trying to figure out how to answer Nezu's question, when the animal principal continued, "If you don't feel like answering, that's fine."

There was a knock on the door, and Nezu trained his attention on the door. He opened the door, revealing Lunch Rush, who was holding a small bowl of soup. The Cook Hero walked in gently, placing the bowl on the coffee table, as well as a spoon. He shot Midoriya a thumbs up, before he left Nezu's office, and the animal principal asked, "Hungry?"

Midoriya weakly shook his head, and Nezu pushed the bowl away from the edge of the table so that he wouldn't knock it off by accident, "Alright then. But if you feel like eating, you can just grab a bite anytime. You don't have to ask for permission, okay?"

The green haired boy didn't feel like eating at all; as much as Lunch Rush's food was nice, he felt like if he were to eat anything at all, he would just end up throwing everything back up. But he still nodded, just to placate Nezu.

"Also... that reminds me... Reiko and Ryuto are still in your room, and they refuse to leave. Do you want them here with you?" Nezu asked, waiting for a reply, a nod, a shake, anything to signify an answer, but he got nothing from Midoriya; the green haired boy had just frozen up, unmoving.

Nezu looked at the green haired boy worriedly, before grabbing some paperwork off his desk and settling down beside Midoriya, "You don't have to answer if you don't have too. Just... rest up, okay Izuku?"

He didn't get a reply.


Nezu looked up as Midoriya blankly walked out of his office, worry written all over his furry face.

Midoriya had just remained in Nezu's office for the rest of the day, before retiring to his room. He didn't say a word, he didn't even sign to Nezu that he wanted to go back to his room. He just shot a blank, almost apologetic gaze at Nezu, before walking out of his office, his footsteps so quiet that Nezu wouldn't have heard him, even with his enhanced senses; if Midoriya hadn't subtly notified him that he was taking his leave, Nezu probably wouldn't even have noticed that Midoriya had left.

Since he had woken up, Midoriya hadn't said a single word. He had barely even moved, and Nezu found himself constantly glancing at Midoriya to check if he had gone back to sleep; the green haired boy just lay there, completely motionless, not reacting to anything at all. His eyes were barely open, but his gaze was empty, his emerald eyes now dark.

Nezu honestly wasn't sure what to do. The green haired boy was usually withdrawn, but there was improvement, and Nezu would see that Midoriya was trying to open up. And after his breakdown the previous night, the animal principal had thought that Midoriya would be alright. Tired, maybe a bit emotionally unstable, but alright.

He didn't expect Midoriya to just... shut off.

Nezu glanced down at the bowl of soup that sat on the coffee table, the cling film still covering the top of the bowl, and the spoon sitting on the saucer, completely untouched. He did know that Midoriya had been slowly losing his appetite, having heard the reports from Aizawa, which the Erasure hero had gotten from Iida and Shinsou, but he did know that Midoriya was upset and probably wasn't hungry.

And if Nezu had all those pent up emotions bubbling inside of him, he probably wouldn't want to eat either.

He could only hope that Midoriya would feel better soon.


"Hey! Midoriya!" Ashido waved from her position on the couch, watching as Sero waved a red controller around. Kaminari had brought his Switch to the dorms, and while they did need Yaoyorozu, Jiro, and Awase's help in connecting the switch to the common room television, they had fixed it up in record time. They were currently playing Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu in the Two-Player Co-Op mode.

Sero was still making fun of him due to his resemblance to the Pikachu, just to spite him, Kaminari had named the Pikachu "Denki".

She didn't get a reply, and Sero turned around, holding his controller out to Midoriya, "Welcome back. Want to try?"

"Oi, Sero, help me catch his Tauros!" Kaminari yelped, waving his blue controller around and throwing the pokeball at the bull monster on the screen.

Midoriya didn't even react to their attempts to talk to him. Midoriya just walked past the common room like they weren't there at all, before sluggishly trudging back up to room on the second floor. Ashido turned around, watching as Midoriya disappeared up the stairs, and scratched her head, "That's weird... I know Midoriya doesn't really like talking... but he'd usually acknowledge us with a nod or something."

"True..." Sero mumbled, before glancing at the screen briefly. Kaminari had paused the game to take a drink, before speaking up, "I hope he's okay..."

Shinsou glanced down the hallway worriedly. He was reading his textbook while keeping an eye on the three members of the Bakusquad, with Shirou sitting in his lap, "Maybe he's just tired. He was out the entire day, after all. I'll go check on him."

He placed the book down, and carefully picked Shirou up and placed him on Ashido's lap. The cat gave a small whine in protest, but still curled up on the pinkette's lap, before walking up the stairs. Shinsou walked up to Midoriya's room, his door slightly open.

He knocked gently on the door.

"Midoriya? You doing alright?" Shinsou asked.

No response from Midoriya; he could hear Reiko meowing and Ryuto chirping from inside.

Shinsou blinked in confusion, before he continued, "I'm going to come in, alright?"

Still no response. Shinsou gulped slightly, before pushing open the door slowly. He found Midoriya lying limply on his bed, so still that he would have thought Midoriya was sleeping if not for the fact that his eyes were half open, blinking every now and then.

Shinsou walked over to him, and sat down at the edge of the bed, looking down at Midoriya.

"Hey, you doing okay there?" Shinsou asked, lowering his voice so that he wouldn't startle Midoriya, but the green haired boy didn't react at all. He just lay there, unmoving, staring into space. Reiko gave a sad purr, gently pushing her paw against Midoriya's cheek, but Midoriya didn't react to that either.

"DINNER IS IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU FUCKS! IF YOUR LATE AND THERE'S NO FOOD FOR YOU, THAT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT!" Bakugou screamed from the kitchen, and Shinsou could barely heard Iida berating him, "Bakugo! Please, stop swearing! That is not what an explementary hero-in-training should be doing!"

Shinsou looked up towards the door, before turning his attention back to Midoriya, "We're going to have dinner soon. You hungry?"

Still no reply. Shinsou sighed slightly, "I'll leave you to rest for now. I'll bring something up for you later. Take care of yourself, okay, Midoriya?"

The small cat purred again, before looking up at Shinsou sadly, letting out a desperate whine. Ryuto warbled, before settling down in front of Midoriya, gently poking his nose with his beak, but Midoriya still didn't move at all, still staring blankly at seemingly nothing with an empty, hollow gaze.

Shinsou gazed at Midoriya helplessly, before he stood up. He made his way to the door, before he glanced at Reiko, "Take care of him, okay? Anything happens, just come out and tell us, alright?"


Iida yawned and stretched out. He scratched his head, before walking out of his room to check on Midoriya. The green haired boy was off the entire time he was back in the dorms, and it would be an understatement to say that Iida was worried about his friend. Shinsou had left a plate of rice and potatoes outside Midoriya's room the previous, not wanting to bother the tired boy.

Hopefully, Midoriya had eaten it. He needed the energy to get through lessons and hero course training, if he were to consider participating during lessons.

Iida opened the door to his room, and something caught his eye. A plate of rice and potatoes, sitting outside Midoriya's room, completely untouched.

The blue haired boy sighed, and picked up the plate, before proceeding to the kitchen. The food was starting to go bad, and as much as he wanted Midoriya to eat, eating spoilt food would do no one any favours. Iida didn't like wasting food, but he still dumped the rice and potatoes into the trash can, before washing the dirty plate.

Iida went out for his daily jog, before returning to the dorms and popping a slice of bread into the toaster, and sat around, waiting for his breakfast to be ready. Maybe he should ask Lunch Rush or Shuzenji what kinds of food wouldn't spoil so easily, but still be appropriate for Midoriya to eat.

He had quickly finished up his breakfast, before going to wake everyone else up at seven. He was still met with disgruntled groans and complaints, but everyone was up and ready to leave for class at eight, though some were still chatting as they ate their breakfast.

"Kaminari, that's my cornflakes!" Ashido groaned, and Sato reached into the high cupboard and pulled out another box of cornflakes, and held it out to her, "Here. We got an extra box."

Ashido squealed in glee, and Kirishima looked at the students, doing a mental headcount, before asking, "Where's Midoriya? He's usually up at this time."

"Still in bed. I just checked on him." Shinosu replied, "I don't know... maybe he's sick."

Just as he said that, there was the sound of footsteps, and everyone quietened down, watching as a mop of messy green hair entered the common room. Midoriya was pale, gazing forward blankly as he moved towards the chair in the corner of the room, before sitting down. His hair was a lot messier than usual, and his eye bags stood out prominently against his paler than usual complexion. His uniform was ruffled and crumpled, his tie was haphazardly tied loosely around his neck, and he just sat there, as still as a corpse.

"Morning, Mido! Feeling better?" Ashido called out, "Want some cereal? Corn flakes taste awesome!"

Midoriya just stared into space blankly, barely even twitching at Ashido's voice.

Bakugou stomped over to him, and shoved his hand in Midoriya's face, "Hey! Respond, dammit!" His hands were sparking in Bakugou's frustration, but despite the threat of an explosion literally looming over him, Midoriya didn't react. He didn't even jump at Bakugou's sudden movement. His eyes were dim, staring into the void, almost like he didn't even notice that Bakugou was standing over him.

"Bakugou! Don't treat Midoriya like that!" Iida protested, as Kirishima stood up and pulled the frustrated blonde away from the greenette. Iida gazed at Midoriya worriedly, as Ryuto perched on Midoriya's shoulder, pecking at his earlobe, as Reiko whined while she pawed at the boy's foot, trying to get some sort of response from Midoriya.


Over the week, Midoriya had progressively gotten worse. Midoriya just sat in lessons, staring at the board blankly, and the teachers weren't even sure that he was listening in class. All of them had heard about Midoriya's breakdown that night in Gym Zeta, though they didn't really know the details of it, but they weren't too sure how to treat Midoriya; his empty, doll-like gaze was unsettling, to say the least.

As the days went by, he looked like a ghost; he was awfully pale, and looked like he hadn't eaten in days. Which was entirely accurate; Midoriya didn't even leave with the others to go to the cafeteria. He just sat in his seat, unmoving, staring forward unnervingly, not reacting as his classmates asked time and time again to eat.

He didn't even jump anymore. Midoriya had always been a fidgety kid, looking at his classmates like they were going to hurt him, looking for any chance to escape if he had to. While it wasn't noticeable to the rest of the students, Snipe had noticed the wariness and unease Midoriya seemed to emanate. Midoriya had gotten less fidgety since he was transferred to 1-A, but he was still jumpy whenever anyone got too close to him, or a student was too loud in lessons. He had gotten even more jumpy than usual after the Kamino Incident, but after what he had gone through, that was understandable.

But nothing seemed to scare him anymore. Not the time when Todoroki sneezed, and fire and ice flared out from their respective sides. Not the time when Yaoyorozu accidentally forgot to mute her phone, and it rang in the middle of classes, blaring some pop song out loudly. Not even the time when a mosquito had flown into the classroom and sent Yamada and Koda into a frenzy until Asui ate it.

Midoriya did do his homework and essays, but his writing lacked the usual punch and passive-aggressiveness behind it, almost like it was a robot writing his work.

When Aizawa or Yagi told the students to assemble in Gym Gamma, Midoriya did change into his hero costume, but didn't participate in training sessions at all. He just sat at the sidelines, staring into space. He didn't even move as Shoji accidentally broke off a block of cement and sent it careening in Midoriya's direction. Aizawa had lashed the block of cement away in time, and Shoji had gone to apologize to Midoriya, but he didn't get a response from the green haired boy.

Midoriya was just not fully there, shut off from reality. He was there physically, but wasn't present mentally. He just seemed lost, dazed, his mind somewhere else. His eyes no longer shone with the determination to improve, with the frustration of being injured, with the suspicion of his classmates trying to get closer to him.

He was just... gone.

He didn't eat, despite Iida, Shinsou, and even Nezu's best efforts to try and get him to eat something, anything. He didn't sleep, if his pale complexion and eye bags were any indication, and didn't react to anything at all. Midoriya just went to lessons, and holed himself up in his room in the dorms after lessons. They weren't even sure that Midoriya was drinking any water.

Shinsou wasn't even sure how Midoriya was even functioning on pretty much nothing. He, Koda and Todoroki also had to take care of Reiko and Ryuto for Midoriya, since the boy was just unreactive. Reiko was pretty intolerant of Shirou, and always placed herself between the other cat and the hawk, but lately, she just curled up in a corner with Ryuto, and just sat there until someone called them. They were easy to take care of, but it was just upsetting to see them so dejected.

They could only hope it wasn't too late to save Midoriya from himself.