Tsukauchi looked down at the seemingly useless piece of paper. This wasn't it right?

Tsukauchi then took a look back through the file of this case. Yup this is what Goto Imasuji or his villain name, Muscular used to put Mount Lady in the hospital for weeks.. he looked at the trash again. Then he realized what it was. He grabbed the wet page and flipped it. Only to see a drawings of Mount Lady and 2 pages worth of information. After reading through some of it he started to wonder..

How did a villain get this?

It was such dangerous information and irresponsible to give to a villain! Did muscular order this from somewhere? Maybe this was something locally available on a black market?

And even worse where there would normally be a cover or even a front page with a name on it, there was nothing. Only some water damaged pages and slightly legible hand writing.

Maybe they would've had a lead for who wrote this if that villain took proper care of it. Then maybe they would've tested the handwriting.

But now he has nothing to go off of. It wouldn't be like anymore notebooks got anywhere right?

Izuku Pov

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Izuku had a major problem. Well not major- he had to get rid of his notebooks!- or what was left of them.. but he couldn't just shove them all in one bin what if his mother saw? What if she started to worry about him?"

He couldn't do that! He couldn't do that to her!

Also he noticed something was going on with his reflection. He wondered why he couldn't see himself in the mirror anymore maybe it was a quirk that changed what he saw.

Because every time he looked in the mirror he saw something uncompleted looking back at him. He looked sad, and tired. No scratch that very tired. Like no matter how much sleep he got or how much care he received. He couldn't feel happy.

He had nothing to be sad about. He had a great life. Sure his friends aren't what he needs them to be, and yeah maybe his mom isn't paying attention to what he does, or even not picking up on his lack of motivation for anything.

But they still cared for this stranger! They still cared! Even they're best friend cared sure it was in his own way.. but this stranger couldn't listen and how else was he supposed to get the message through they're thick skull.

Izuku looked back at the mirror again. Taking a closer look at the strangers hands they seemed strangely empty like something he always cherished felt wrong to do..

Then izuku looked at his own hands maybe he should try to do something new?

But what could izuku do? maybe draw? code? Sculpt? Anything?

His phone started to ring.

He lifted it up to his ear "hello?"

He could hear Naku on the other line.

"Hey Dumb Deku Get over here Omawazu wants you here or something!" He then mumbled something he couldn't really understand but it didn't sound nice.

"Oh ok where are we-" he tried to ask.

"Behind the school dumb-shit!" He said basically yelling and then hung up.

Naku usually only talked like this to izuku. Knowing he could get away with it because of izuku's lack of a quirk.

He never said anything rude around the others.

Well sometimes but those were more casual.

So Izuku looked back in the mirror and watched as the sad stranger tried to look happier, more full of life. But he could see through it they looked like they might cry. But right before they could Izuku looked away.

(What was the expression? 'If I didn't see it, it didn't happen'?)

He then opened his room's door and walked through the living room and kitchen, but right when he got his shoes on he had an idea.

He dashed back to his room and grabbed one of the damaged notebooks. If he just through them out one by one his mother wouldn't notice!

He ran to the counter and wrote a small note to his mother. She was in her room alone. He wasn't sure what she was doing but she seemed sad while she was in the kitchen.

She was probably sad because Izuku is useless.

But he finished the note and opened the door closing it behind.

He walked about a mile until he was halfway to his school then he bumped into someone. Causing him to drop his notebook.

"Watch it!" The stranger said

Izuku ignored it and tried to pick up his notebook only to find it had gotten kicked some where he couldn't find.

Izuku sighed, it didn't matter anyway he was going to throw it out any way and someone else would probably throw it away realizing it was a piece of junk.

(Besides hero's don't liter and it not like he was ever going to be one anyway..)

So izuku kept walking through the crowds, it was a relatively busy Saturday so he guessed the crowds would be like this for awhile.

Finally he took a step towards what would be best part of his day. He turned the corner to the back of his school and saw his friends, Nazu, Omawazu, Kenshuru , and Keisha.

He walked over and sat on the bench and could have sworn it took them at least 5 minutes to notice he was there, "oh" Omwazu said, "when did you get here?"

"Oh just a little bit ago.." izuku replied

"Huh ok cool" Omwazu then went back the conversation.

It seemed every time izuku tried to talk he would get talked over with something someone just had to say.

But whatever his turn would come eventually he was just being impatient.

Then minutes turned into hours of silence, eventually he had walked home silently.

Izuku just felt like... He existed.. he didn't do anything he wasn't missed.. he was just... there..

There alone with the stranger in his reflection.