The weeks between the incident at USJ and the infamous annual UA sports festival passed quicker than the dragging days interrupted and drawn out further by sporadic resets that Izuku had become accustomed to.

The only thing he would consider of important within those unusually short weeks was his brief confrontation with Shinsou if he could call it that, after Nedzu actively advised him to talk to the other student not doing anything would mean blowing up to bigger than it was. The talk had been quick and Izuku was glad that the other boy must have had some moral objection to using his quirk wherever he'd like or it would have been much more troublesome with a string of resets to accompany it, luckily for him the conversation had been short and swift being not much more than coincidence and Shinsou just being curious- either that or he was reluctant to be direct when the principle was involved.

Katsuki had become more withdrawn than usual due to the increase in training for the sports festival, as most people had expected UA still went forward with the sports festival even if one of the presenting teachers was barely out of critical condition by the time they announced it would go on as usual.

It was both a blessing and a curse, pleasant in the sense that even if he had little to fill the time slots between the next events in his schedule he'd rather do a mildly enjoyable time consuming activity over the annoyance of keeping maintenance on a front. But like most all good things that happened to him it came with the consequence of potentially distancing them, something Izuku could not afford to let happen especially since he didn't know how much Katsuki had heard that night and if it turned out to be 'too much' he'd need to be close enough to make him believe the lie he prepared. It was that or take care of him- permanently.

On a separate calendar left open on his desk the first date of the sports festival was marked in aggressively yellow highlighter, it was accompanied by the presence of a small shopping list no longer than his hand with 'notebook', ' calendar' and 'pens' all crossed off and only 'voice recorder' and 'spare burner' that had yet to be stroke through with pen.

The task assigned to him for the sports festival wasn't massive, it required him to only observe the students and detail about their quirks and anything else he could gather, after suffering defeat at USJ whoever was on the other end of the crappy burner phone speaker couldn't afford to do anything else with the current state of the league and was left to wait- sounding more like a child who had just been denied access to their favourite toy instead of the leader of a large group of villains.

In a black paperback notebook labelled simply with 'UA' in block sharpie on a stick on label Izuku continued to prepare double spread pages labelled from 1 to 39 for both 1-A and 1-B's students, in an ideal world he'd have full profiles for every student and teacher but without access to the UA database the sports festival was his best bet at getting some useful information down.

He continues writing on the nearly full double page about Katsuki, having already detailed what he knew about his quirk including it's strengths and weaknesses he'd moved on to the more personal section which earned another double page, it was a section missing from most profiles since he'd rather not get up close and personal with more students than he could get away with.

Had it been a notebook for his eyes only he'd probably have added another two pages for how much he knew about Izukus quirk and how it interacted with him, but this was surely something that a good number of villains would see and he'd get to give anything about his quirk away- except for the occasional bit of information he'd picked up from previous resets but that wasn't nearly enough to figure out exactly what his quirk was and how he activated it. A quirk that could reset time must be highly desired among people with such a high risk job and he'd rather keep his best card close to his chest, he was working with villains and they'd already tried to have him shot it'd be better to have the advantage of surprise if they did decide to turn on him.

Annoyingly there was no way to tell if they were going to follow through or just string him along doing favours only for them to drop him when they got what they wanted and the most he could do to try and ensure they wouldn't just use him was to find something about them that they would not want to fall into the hands of heroes, he could only think of a few secrets the league could have since they broadcasted their existence and their leaders name to the world through the attack on USJ- Izuku had shambled together the beginnings of a plan but there were a fair few uncertainties he's sure will result in more resets than he'd like in order to fully flesh it out.

From it's position on the table his phone gives off a single sharp sound and breaks him from his thoughts, at some point in thinking about the league he's tangled himself in he stopped jotting down notes on Katsuki, he puts the notebook on his desk after closing it and makes a mental note to continue his notes on the blonde boy at one of the many monotonous points in his everyday life

'Speak of the devil'

Izuku thinks to himself as he reads the message just sent to him by aforementioned blonde boy on his just barely cracked phone screen

The message he types back is short and a little blunt and after clicking the device off and shoving it into the pocket of his uniform he still hasn't taken off he moves to the wardrobe, pulling on a plain green hoodie and making no effort to read the response Katsuki has surely sent him by now.

Leaving the house is always somewhat a chore and it often left Izuku wishing he'd stayed inside scrawling hero analysis that might end up being useful to the league one day. No matter how annoying he found it he knew it was just as necessary to maintain his relationship with the one person who had the potential to ruin everything he was working towards, probably more necessary than anything else he'd done though far less enjoyable.

Izuku gives a final glance to his bedroom before he closes the front door behind him and walks the familiar path towards the small park barely a mile south, mind running amok with thoughts of all the things that lay hidden in the drawer under his bedside desk.

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Sorry that this took so long to come out, I took a break and it took longer than I'd like to get back into writing but I'm in a better place mentally, hopefully I can carry on writing and posting semi-regularly.

If anyone has any ideas of what to do next I'd love to hear some suggestions x