Izuku pov

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Izuku had many things..

Time was not one of them.

He really needed to get rid of these notebooks. He couldn't look at them without going hysterical!

He just planned on throwing them away slowly, but what if one ended up reaching her?

So He started plotting.

If he memorized his mother's daily schedule and routes along with the times of when the trash was removed he could eliminate any possibility of any part of the notebooks reaching his mother.

Mabye he was being paranoid but he just couldn't have any room for failure!

But he already...

Stop it izuku! You can do this!

This seemed to help ease his mind but it seemed like he was starting to have a headache.. but it would probably pass soon.

Ok... so if he traced each trash schedule he would be able to get rid of them without a single chance of someone seeing one. Then it would absolutely destroy any chance of a coworker or simply a really problematic and loud person, talking about it.

Thus so eliminating the chance that his mother would even hear so much of a whisper about his notebooks! And if she did question what happened to them he would say something about them taking up space!

Space...

space...

Space for what?!?

Izuku found this as a very problematic hole in his story.

He didn't have anything he needed to store and his room was so incredibly bare without the bright colors covering his walls. Or the small charms and figures that made the room seem almost warm.

It seemed so cold now...

But that wasn't the main point now! Why couldn't he focus on what was most important! No wonder..!-

Ok, izuku basically cut himself off of his ramblings, he needed to focus!

What would he use the space for? What would a kid his age need space for?

He then remembered something.

He opened the ripped front page of one of the notebooks and he got an idea.

Art?

He had gotten pretty good at that. Drawing gear for his future... and even symbols for All Might or Kacchan. Even drawing hero's while in their action poses in order to study their movements.

Art supplies took up space, and even he couldn't mess something like this up. He was ok at it. And maybe it would work to trick- convince his mother that he just needed the space.

The more he thought about it.. the more promising it sounded.

It was a normal hobby.

But what if she didn't take it at face value?

That paranoia from earlier came creeping back. He had to have something other than a- "oh yeah I just wanted to!" He had to make sure there was zero chance she even had a thought of him just making an excuse or worse lying!

Because if she did, she would look at him like that again!

He got up from where he had been sitting on the floor. He went back over the plan to see where he could solve this issue he had with it.

He couldn't have any risk! It had to be an air-tight plan!

So he would keep track of the trash routes and his mother's routes for the next two weeks. By then school would be a week from being out.. Leaving him to try and make it known that he had taken an interest in art during that time. Maybe he should try to avoid doing this at school- or at least keep it down to a minimum- Just in case.

How would he keep tabs on the routes though? Maybe he could use an alerting system on his phone or on his mother's phone. Making it so it sent some sort of notification what area she was in. Then he could keep notes on her movements throughout the two weeks and maybe whenever she came in contact with any sort of trash disposal.. or maybe he could dump them in a single one.

One dumpster, would make it easier to keep tabs on that certain one so that he can pin point when the best time to throw away his notebooks (and have them be immediately taken away from anywhere his mother could see them or even hear one in the wind) is.

Mabye by keeping a small traceable device tapped to the outside of the dumpster he could make sure it would send a notification anytime it was bing moved or within range of his mother.

Ok one dumpster it was!

His plan would start tomorrow on Sunday. So he started preparing his materials and starting phase one of his plans,

Phase Before A!

(Get it? because it the preparation for the first part of his- whatever he thinks it's amazing )

Tsukauchi pov

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No leads... he had mangled pages of such dangerous information someone could use it to take down a giant..

There was no signature and even after all the testing and quirks used they couldn't get any DNA or fingerprints, only burns and what seems to be tear stains and a small unidentifiable sauce stain.

And no one could seduce if this was because of how the villain took care of it or how the person who wrote it left it.

What were they supposed to keep an eye out for?

??? POV

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She kept running, she had to get out, her silver-blue locks fell behind her as her feet brushed on hard concrete.

But then she felt a softer substance below her. When she looked down she found what looked to be a coloring book with bright things rubbed so hard into it that part of it seemed to be torn out. With only part of the middle and the spine left.

But right when she grabbed it, something grabbed her by her hair. It felt almost like sand paper ripping on her scalp. She cried out while hugging the coloring book close to her.

Soon she was met back in her full white room. But then she felt it. She still had the coloring book! When she got to the first page she found that it wasn't a coloring book.. but a regular book. It was hard to figure out but she recognized some of the things in there.

And she could figure out most of the smaller phrases but she always looked for the symbols that seemed small but they turned out to be so fun!

like ones she could figure out was ' did you know that katsudun is katsudun and that I'm starving?' And, 'Kacchan x anger management (don't tell anyone I wrote that)' it was so silly and brought a soft giggle out of her.

She kept flipping though out the pages spotting little inside jokes and funny phrase about 'hero's' and fellow classmates or even 'teachers'.

Also she could understand some sad things written too. And it somehow brought her comfort. That she wasn't alone

and someone,

Somewhere,

felt just as alone as she did..

She felt like this was meant for her and that maybe.. just mabye... someone was looking out for her...

Just maybe.