Imachi had been given a sentence. He had to write an apology letter to Bakugou, apologize to his mom and father, and apologize to the class. Bakugou didn't have to apologize to Imachi's parents, since they were dead.

Imachi left Nezu's office thirty minutes later, and was told to go to the nurse's office. Recovery Gurl had already gotten wind on the situation, only telling the boy off a little. After he was healed and cleaned, he was told to go to his Geometry class. Imachi didn't like math, but he was pretty great at it.

He walked down the hallway, which was primarily empty. He passed a handful of people, who all kept their distance from him. He didn't mind it. He might've snapped if they were aggravating.

Imachi got to the door. He slid it open quietly, only Sato seeing him come in. He looked and saw Midnight standing with her back towards them. Imachi saw an empty desk by Todoroki, the only empty one. Imachi knew that Midnight didn't take attendance, and he could maybe get a score for at least one class before lunch.

Imachi got into the seat just as Midnight prepared to turn around. He got out his pen and paper and wrote a bunch of silly numbers. "And that is the lesson, call out your name as I check attendance."

She didn't realized that Imachi had gotten into his seat magically. She sat down at her desk and logged into her computer. She went down the list, naming students.

"Alexander." "Here." She looked up, drew a blank look on her face. She resumed the roll call until the lunch bell rung. She then let the be dismissed, telling them to hurry and get lunch. Imachi had a free period after lunch, so he decided that he would go to see All Might. If anything, he would know what was going on.

Imachi walked into the lunch room. Everyone stopped and looked at him. Then, they continued gossiping about him. Imachi ignored it and walked to the line. He was behind Kirishima, who's happy go lucky attitude rubbed Imachi the wrong way. But now, he would try his best to not hit any...anymore, at least.

Imachi walked up as the line moved up. He ordered a nacho platter, wings, and some water. Imachi figured that this was enough.

He was told to sit, and his number would be called out. He looked around to chose a seat. Mina was surrounded by females, Midoriya was alone, and the Class 1-A table was packed. Imachi looked on as Mina waved her hand towards Midoriya. He nodded and sat down by his best friend.

"Hey, Icchan." Izuku looked up. He grabbed Imachi's arm. "Your knuckle is bruised. You should put ice on that." "Yeah, thanks." Izuku went back down to his soup. Imachi also saw him working on an essay from the Hero Present Mic about music back in the 1000's. Imachi had turned his in earlier, but it was due at the end of today, since his class was then.

"What's up?" Imachi was confused with Izuku's rare silence. "Nothing much, you just beat up my best friend." That kinda hurt Imachi, but it was hard to tell if Izuku meant harm.

"He started it." "No reason to break his nose and snap the back of his cranium." "What do you mean?" "You didn't hear? He was lucky that we have a doctor as good as Recovery Girl, or else he would've had to be transported." Imachi was shocked and angry at Izuku's tone. Like it was Imachi's fault. Imachi leaned forward. "I have zero regrets." Izuku's didn't respond, only writing his work quicker.

"Why are you so keen on defending that...prick? He's a disgrace to the hero name." "Kacchan is stronger than you. He could've finished the job at the training thing but he cockily held back. Sure, you're strong, but you are also weak."

Imachi gripped his hand. He wanted to punch Midoriya for being so difficult. "What are you talking about? I don't care if Bakugou is strong. He'll never be a hero, since he's such a jerk." "He's not!" "I heard he used to beat the shit out of you. Is that a good friend?" "He gave me recognition when nobody else did." "Recognition? Since when has the definition of friendship been domestic violence?"

Izuku had a bitter retort. "You're not my friend. Kacchan getting beat up convinced me that much. You're violent!" "Violent?" The argument was getting loud. All of Class 1-A and B were looking. "I'm violent? I've never hit you, I don't call you 'Deku', which literally means stupid, and all that other stuff. You just have an unhealthy attachment." "What would you know, you didn't have parents around to teach you that."

Imachi got up. "Say it right now, Izuku. Are you unfriending me for Bakugou?" "I told you, we were never friends."

Imachi got his lunch and shoved it into his bag. He was too pissed to eat, he'd eat it after school.

He got up and stormed the hall. He couldn't wonder around, so Imachi went to All Might's office. Surprisingly, he was in there. Imachi thought about his dream this morning, and walked inside. All Might looked up. "What a pleasant surprise. I was just about to call for Young Midoriya and you."

"I'd appreciate it if you rather didn't." "Something happen?" "Midoriya...and me aren't friends anymore. He cut it off." Imachi sat down. "But that's not what I came to talk about." "What was?"

"I had a dream. A weird one. I was...Todoroki. I know it sounds weird but hear me out." "I'm listening." "So, some situation with Todoroki and Yoayorozu was going on, so I helped him inside after he collapsed-" "I heard about that. Student gossip travels within teachers...go on." "Well, I went to bed before everyone else, and I had a dream as him. I saw a fragment of his childhood and how he got that scar on his face.

"Really?" "Yes. It's weird, but you must know..." "I'm sorry, but I know nothing for sure. But I assume you and Todoroki have a one ended personal connection." "Which means..." "You're able to peer into his mind and you have dreams about his life so far. Some have even been rumored to see a person's lifespan. That has resulted in death multiple times."

Suddenly, Imachi had the childish impulse to go to Todoroki and asked for a staring contest.

"And don't forget, this is all speculation. Don't go around spreading this." "I won't." Imachi got up and bowed to All Might. "Thanks for this, All Might." "No problem."

Imachi exited with more questions than answers.

Imachi slept through Present Mic's class. It was boring and he'd already done all the work. He was told by Mina after that he even snored a little, and she had to cover for him.

"Thanks." "No problem." Imachi's realized that everyone in Class 1-A except for Mina and Jiro. Todoroki was always distant, and he didn't know Tokoyami like that anyways. "I'm glad for you, Mina." Mina got a guilty look on her face.

"We need to talk." Imachi slowed down and faced her. "Yeah?"

Her next words crushed Imachi's heart. "I think...

we should take a break." Imachi was at a lost for words as she continued. "It's just...you and I...well, some of the girls think it's nice to be distant from you for a while, just for a bit. And I can't be away from you like that. So, for now, were done."

Imachi grabbed his forehead, ready to slam something. He could feel his quirk wanted to bubble up, and zap everything to death. "Why? Who were these girls? I'm guessing Hagakure, Yoayorozu? Maybe..." Imachi racked his brain. Those were the only two girls who seemed hostile, not distant. Mina's silence indicated his correctness.

Imachi just got his things and moved on. He threw out his nachos, for sure knowing he wouldn't eat tonight.

Imachi got back to the dorm. Midoriya was there, sitting on the couch. Imachi was prepared to ignore him when two soft hands grabbed his arms. Then, he started to float. "Whaa?" Imachi felt himself come back down to gravity again.

"Make up with him, Deku!" "I...don't know..." Imachi shook the sickness off and walked up to Ochako and Izuku. "I'm sorry, but I'm having a terrible day." "We know-" Ochako started. "No, you don't. You don't know!" Imachi calmed down. "Sorry. I'm sorry for hitting Bakugou." "You had all the right. Im sorry I said something about your parents. And we will always be best friends. I just...need to sort out things with him." Imachi nodded and walked up the stairs as Izuku walked out the backdoor.

Tomorrow was Friday. Imachi needed rest. He could practically hear the cheers of Ochako.