Midoriya hummed, as he put some cream on a mocha and served it to his next customer, as Shinsou sat at one of the tables awwkardly, watching as Eri and Kota talked about multiplication. The lavender haired boy sighed, before turning back to his homework, staring at his calculus worksheet.

He had only known the green haired boy for a day or two, but Midoriya was such a bright and happy person that Shinsou couldn't help but like the boy. Then again, Midoriya was the one that gave him the chance to transfer into the hero course, so he did suppose that he was grateful to the other boy for that reason as well. Midoriya had offered to help him catch up on all the hero course specific material before the internship week, and he was patient, letting Shinsou ask as many questions as he needed in order to understand the materials. At least, UA was much better that all his teachers in his past schools; at least he was allowed to talk without getting punished.

Sure, that meant he was spending his time sitting in Midoriya's cafe with the two children that Midoriya somehow had, but Shinsou didn't really mind. Eri and Kota were really sweet, and didn't seem to mind his intrusion into the little group. Kota was a bit distant at first, but Eri warmed up to him almost immediately, and pretty soon, Kota followed suit.

"Hey." Midoriya grinned, placing an iced latte in front of Shinsou, before settling on the opposite side of the table. The stream of customers had trickled down, giving Midoriya some time to work with Shinsou.

"No... I can't..." Shinsou tried to push the coffee away, but Midoriya just smiled and push it back at him, "Don't worry about it."

"But that's your job... right? I can't just take it." Shinsou tried to protest, and Midoriya rolled his eyes, "Chill, Shinsou. It's just coffee. Relax."

"Just take the coffee, Purple F-" Bakugou caught his usual swear word in Shinsou's nickname, and Shinsou swore that Midoriya was eyeing Bakugou, his eyes glinting. "Deku's stubborn. He ain't gonna budge, so give up."

Midoriya leaned back into his chair, a proud smirk on his face, and Shinsou sighed, having no choice by to accept the coffee that Midoriya had offered him.

Suddenly, Midoriya paused, almost like he was thinking of something, before he looked up, "What's your quirk again?"

Shinsou frowned, "You know what it is, though?"

"I mean, the name of it."

"It's called Brainwashing?" Shinsou replied, "Why do you need to ask, though?"

"Nothing... I just... thought of something..." Midoriya muttered, before he perked up, "So, anything you need help with now?"

"Hero related? Or anything in general?" Shinsou asked, and Midoriya laughed, "I mean, we've covered all the basics for the hero stuff, so... anything."

"Calculus." Shinsou muttered, and Midoriya lit up, reaching out for the worksheet, "Oh, that's easy. Give me."

Shinsou just gawked at Midoriya, "Easy?!"


Aizawa yawned, and walked into the cafe. He knew that Shinsou wouldn't be in the cafe because he had something else to do at home, and that Midoriya would usually be in the cafe just serving customers while Eri and Kota hung around the cafe.

Much to his surprise, Eri and Kota were present, as usual, but the green haired boy was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was in the bathroom?

"Hi..." Yamada looked around, "Where is Izuku?"

"He went to the library." Dabi looked up from the table he was wiping, "He said that he wasn't going to be out for long. But I'm not sure when he's going to come back."

"The library? Huh... not surprising, though. Izuku did always like reading." Aizawa muttered, before settling down at a table, "It's only a few blocks down the road."

Just as he mentioned that, the door swung open, and Midoriya walked into the cafe with an armful of thick, heavy books, all the while frowning.

Yamada blinked, eyeing the books, "Izu, are those dictionaries?"

Upon closer inspection, Aizawa realised that Midoriya was, in fact, carrying what looked like to be probably every single dictionary that was in the library's possession.

"Yeah?" Midoriya raised his eyebrow in confusion, though he did look slightly upset, "Is there a problem?"

"No... not really.. but you don't look too happy. Are you alright?" Kayama asked, concerned, but Midoriya just waved her off, or tried to, with an armful of books, "I'm fine... I'm just thinking about stuff... let me just put this upstairs and I'll get your drinks."

It didn't take too long until there was a table filled with the usual items that the UA teachers ordered. Midoriya was busy washing some dishes, as Yamada, Kayama and Aizawa looked at him, concerned.

"Where's Bakugou?" Aizawa asked, looking around, and Dabi shrugged, before glancing at Midoriya worriedly, "Oh, he was here before you guys came, but he and his dad needed to go home for something."

"Shouta, who are the people who name quirks?"

Aizawa looked up, before turning to Midoriya, who was staring at the plate in his hand as he wiped it down. His eyes were covered by his hair, but he was clutching the plate so tightly that Aizawa was worried he would break it.

"I... don't know, really. Who are the ones that name quirks?" Aizawa replied, realising that none of them actually knew who were the people who named and labeled quirks. He turned to Yamada, then Kayama, but both of them were equally confused.

"Tch... stupid Hero Commission..." Midoriya grumbled, wiping the plate harshly, before he started mumbling something under his breath that none of them could understand; he was just speaking so quickly and quietly that literally no one had any idea what he was talking about.

"Should we... do something about this?" Kayama scratched her head, "I've never seen Izuku so... frustrated before..."

"Just leave him for now..." Aizawa muttered, glancing worriedly at Midoriya, "Everyone gets frustrated sometimes. But if it gets too bad, then we'll intervene."


"Nezu." Midoriya spoke up, walking into Nezu's office through the staff room, leaning against the door frame. As much as he liked calling him Dadzu, they were also trying to confuse the UA teachers and make them second-guess themselves, so he couldn't drop such obvious hints if he wanted this game to be fun.

Or maybe he should. The teachers reactions would be hilarious.

"Yes, Midoriya?" Nezu looked up, a cheeky smile gracing his features as he purposely used Midoriya last name to throw the teachers off.

"Is it possible to change the name of a quirk?"

The question posed from the greenette completely threw Nezu off, and the principal blinked owlishly at Midoriya, "What?"

"If a quirk is like... for say, named incorrectly, or mislabelled, or causes misunderstandings, can the name of the quirk be changed to more accurately reflect the true nature of a quirk?" Midoriya asked, and Nezu frowned, "I... I'm not sure... I can check?"


Midoriya slammed his hands onto the table, directly opposite Shinsou, and the lavender haired boy nearly jumped out of his skin and choked onto his food. Shinsou coughed, trying to clear the offending food particles in his throat, as Midoriya stared at him.

"Are you aware that your Brainwashing quirk isn't actually brainwashing?"

Shinsou blinked, trying to process what the other boy was saying, before he finally understood what Midoriya was saying. That resulted in another coughing fit from Shinsou, and the lavender haired boy looked up, having finally cleared his windpipe, and gaped.

"What?"

Midoriya narrowed his eyes, "I checked in pretty much every dictionary, be it online or a physical book, and the definition of brainwashing is the process of pressurizing someone into adopting radically different beliefs by using systematic and often forcible means, allowing the human mind to be altered or controlled by certain psychological techniques, reducing the subjects' ability to think critically or independently, or to allow the introduction of new, unwanted thoughts and ideas into their minds, changing their attitudes, values or beliefs. In case you weren't aware, that is NOT what you quirk does."

Shinsou cocked his head in confusioned as Midoriya continued, "You're not implanting ideas in other people's heads or anything. The main aspects or brainwashing is that it's not really implicit, and the victims doesn't really know that they are being brainwashed, and that it's usually permanant. Your quirk, in simple terms, only suppresses the connection of the mind and the body of a person, and thus you can order the now "mindless" body around. It's much more similar to being like... making them sleepwalk while being awake or... something like that? Or puppeteering people around. Even mind control, as broad as that term is, is more accurate than brainwashing. Sure, those terms are pretty much interchangeble now, but they're pretty different if you look at the specifics of their definitions."

"I..." Shinsou stammered, still completely confused, "Could you repeat that?"

Midoriya narrowed his eyes, unimpressed, "Your quirk, which is called Brainwashing, is not actually brainwashing, and the idiot that named your quirk needs to pick up a dictionary or a thesaurus."

Shinsou blinked, realisation settling in his mind, "I didn't... wait...you're right! But... uh... is it that important?"

"Of course it is." Midoriya huffed, "It's misleading. People would think your quirk is bad when it isn't even an accurate representation of your quirk. And just like that, the impression is made. Sure, Brainwashing sounds fancy, but the definition of the word itself is wrong."

Shinsou sighed, "So, what?"

Midoriya scratched his head, "I'm still looking into renaming your quirk."

Shinsou sarcastically drawled, "What, instead of Brainwashing, I should just call it "Shut the fuck up and listen to me". That's totally so much better."

Midoriya froze, and the lavender haired boy was starting to wonder if he had said the wrong thing when Midoriya's face lit up with a hugr grin, "That's perfect!"

Shinsou blinked, before he protested, "Wait, Midoriya, I'm just joking -"

"No, it's actually really fitting." Midoriya smiled, "When you need to use your quirk on someone, they have to respond first, but when you activate your quirk, it immediately shuts the person up once they're under your influence! Then they have to listen to whatever you say and -"

At this point, Midoriya was speaking so quickly and gesturing so wildly that Shinsou really had to wonder how he wasn't choking, or needing to stop in order to breathe. In his excitement, he was literally tripping over his own words as he rattled on and on like a bullet train, speeding up so much that no one could understand his incoherent theory or... whatever he was talking about.

"Uh... Midoriya -" Shinsou was immediately cut off as Midoriya reached out and ruffled his hair, making his ridiculouly messy hair even more messy.

"What?" Shinsou blinked, even more confused than before, as Midoriya promptly bolted out of the cafeteria, still talking to himself.

The lavender haired boy turned to Bakugou, "What on earth just happened?"

Bakugou was still trying to process what had just happened, "How am I supposed to know, Purple Fuck!?"