IZUKU POV

It was Thursday afternoon, class had just ended and I was making my way back to my apartment. I threw on my headphones and let the music take me away as I kept my eyes glued to the sidewalk. Today was the day that Auntie Mitsuki and I were supposed to meet with Mr. Aizawa. The world around me seemed to slow down as I made my way through the streets.

I laughed to myself a little as I thought about my life. "Who would have ever guessed that this Dekus life would turn out like this?" A small smile formed on my face but quickly faded as my thoughts came to the surface.

"Do you really think you're good enough?"

My walk came to a stop. I took out a headphone and looked around confused. I could feel a pain in my chest form as I continued my walk. "That's weird." Slowly I made my way back while trying to shake that voice out of my head.

"You'll never make it, you're just wasting your time."

I felt my pace quicken as I made my way through the street. Dipping between people trying to do anything possible to make it back faster.

"You've never been anything besides a failure."

I could feel the pace of my breathing accelerate with each voice that spoke up.

"You're nothing but a worthless nobody."

By now I was in a full out sprint through the crowd trying to make my way back to the safety of my apartment.

"Give it up you'll never amount to anything."

I began to slow my pace as I looked around trying to find a place to hide. "Shut up dammit . Why now of all times?" I could feel the pace of my breath pick up even faster as I turned the corner. Around the corner I found an alley that I was able to hide in. Quickly ducking into the alley I sat down and opened up my bag pulling out my flask. After taking a few swigs I threw my head back and stared into the sky. "Damn it's been awhile since I last heard them like that." I wrapped my arms around my legs and tightened my grip as I felt myself start to shake. "But why… Why now of all days?"

I buried my face into my knees as I sat there trying to calm myself down. Taking some deep breaths I slowly raised my head to stare at the wall in front of me. I clenched my fist as I took one more deep breath. "Just one step at a time." As I was starting to stand up I felt my phone go off. I stopped and pulled it out to see a message.

Auntie Mitsuki: "Hey Izuku just wanted to remind you that we're having that meeting at your apartment today. I'll be over soon ok."

I slowly slid back down to the ground and brought my knees back to my chest. I sat there for a minute just thinking about what would come from tonight.

"They're going to hate each other and you won't even have a chance to try."

I could feel my breathing start to pick up again. "Shut up."

"They both think you're nothing but a burden."

I could feel a knot start to form in my stomach as I buried my face in my knees. "Tha… that's not true."

"They only pretend to care out of pity."

"Th.. they do care about me." I clenched my hands on my knees. As I continued to shake.

"No one has ever cared about you."

"Stop it.. it's not true." I could feel a few tears starting to run down my face.

"You're nothing but a cursed child that's meant to be alone."

I stood up and walked to the wall in front of me. I placed my head against it and brought my arm back before punching it as hard as I could. "Just shut up already." I punched the wall again.

"Why are you trying to escape the truth? No one wants anything to do with you… especially her."

I punched the wall again as I shut my eyes trying to block out the voices. "I said shut up dammit. It's not true." I brought my arm back again ready to punch the wall again. As my fist was about to connect with the wall again my phone went off and I stopped short. I looked to my hand to see blood running down my hand. "Shit." I carefully rolled up my sleeve to try and keep my shirt as clean as possible. I pulled out my flask and poured what was left on my hand to clean the wound. The sting I felt as the alcohol ran over the open wounds was calming. I pulled out some spare gauze from my bag and slowly began to wrap it around my hand. Once I finished wrapping my hand I turned to the side and threw up. I made my way back to the wall and slid back to the ground slowly. The world around me slowly began to stop spinning. As everything came to a standstill I rested my head on the wall. The sting of freshly opened wounds began to run through my hand. I shook my head as I stood up grabbing my bag. I wiped my mouth as I made my way back to the street.

What seemed like an eternity later I finally reached my apartment. I threw my bag to the floor and made my way to my room. I turned on some music and grabbed a change of clothes. I made my way to the shower and set out everything I needed. I unwrapped the gauze from my hand and chest then looked at my reflection in the mirror. I put a hand on each side of my head and messed with my face. "Man, I look like shit today." I stared into the mirror for a few seconds before chuckling to myself. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" I looked around the room waiting for a response before going to turn on the shower. "I guess that means you used up everything earlier." I hopped in the shower and felt the hot water sting all of the wounds. The water walked a fine line of relaxing and pain. I closed my eyes as I let the water cascade on my head as I calmed myself and mentally prepared for the night. The sounds of music and water splashing on the tile echoed in the room.

I opened my eyes and stared at the scar left on my chest. A small smile formed as I placed my hand on it. There was a faint sting still but nothing compared to the first day. "It's just my luck." I look at my hand and take in the damage I did to it earlier. "The second one wound heals I make another." I let out a small chuckle as I turned off the water. "It's almost funny how well that describes my life." Stepping out of the shower my phone went off. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off as I checked the message.

Auntie Mitsuki: "Hey kid I'm on my way over. I'll see you in a little."

I let out a sigh as I looked back to the mirror. "I guess I better get ready then."

Izuku: "Alright, sounds good."

I finished drying off and started to wrap my hand again. As I finished covering the last of the exposed cuts I looked back to my phone and saw another message notification. "I guess that was from earlier." I picked it up and opened the message up before I hung my head. "Shit."

Jirou: "Hey I'm bored, want to meet up at the park?"

"I hope she isn't waiting for me." I shook my head and stared back at the mirror.

Midoriya: "Hey sorry, but something came up and I just saw this."

I finished the wrapping of my hand before looking back to my chest. "You know this one actually looks kind of cool." I set the wrap down and made sure my chest was dry.

Jirou: "Don't worry I understand, but is everything alright?"

Midoriya: "Yeah everything will be fine. I just had to get back so I could change the wrapping on my chest."

Jirou: "Oh ok… hey I hope you don't mind me asking but, how bad is it? You know… your burn."

I stood there for a minute as I read the message over again. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to let her see it." I took my phone and took a picture of the burn.

Midoriya: "It's going to leave a scar but I kind of think it looks cool."

I started to redo the wrap for my chest as I waited for a reply. Luckily I more or less had full range of motion without any pain so it made the process go quicker. I finished getting ready and made my way back to my room. I sat at my desk and looked around the room. I reached down to one of my drawers and pulled out a notebook. I began to flip through the pages as a rush of old memories came back to me. Each page told a story of an old dreams flame that was starting to rekindle its spark. I couldn't help but smile a little as I turned through it. Seeing all the old hero names and costume designs I had come up with we're comical. "I can't believe I actually thought these were good. Man I was such a fanboy of his back then." I continued to turn through the pages before I stopped to see a spot where a page was torn out. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the roof for a minute. My smile faded away as I closed my eyes. When I opened them up I saw the library of orbs floating around me. I looked between them all reading the names trying to find a certain one. I raised my hand and was moving towards a purple orb. I stopped just before touching it and let out a sigh. I closed my eyes again and when I opened them again the orbs were gone. As I sat there in silence for a while before my phone went off again. I leaned forward and picked up my phone.

Jirou: "DUDE WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE YOU IN A TOWEL?"

Midoriya: "Well I had just got out of the show...er."

Midoriya: "Oh shit…"

I slammed my head on the desk as my face turned bright red. "Am I fucking idiot?" I slammed my head on the desk again before I heard my phone go off again.

Jirou: "Oh shit is right… for multiple reasons. Seriously dude what were you thinking?"

Midoriya: "Well obviously I wasn't thinking. I swear I didn't mean anything by it though."

Jirou: "Look I know you didn't. I just wasn't expecting to see a half naked guy on my phone."

Midoriya: "Right I'll warn you next time."

Jirou: "Um.. the fuck did you just say?"

Jirou: "I must be going crazy because I believe you just inferred that you'd send stuff like this again."

I slammed my head on the desk again. "Yeah I am a fucking idiot."

Midoriya: "So can we pretend that I didn't say any of that… please."

Jirou: "No."

Midoriya: "Damn."

Jirou: "Hey I need something to tease you about since you saw how I react to scary movies."

Midoriya: "Haha fair enough."

I stood up and made my way to the living room. I started to straighten everything up a little bit before everyone showed up. Once everything looked presentable I sat on the couch and put on some music. I pulled out my phone again.

Jirou: "So will the scar be that big?"

Midoriya: "They said it will be a little smaller but it will be noticeable."

Jirou: "Oh.. ok. But what happened to your hand?"

Midoriya: "It's nothing."

I sat there and started to type out another message before stopping. I looked at it for a few minutes. "Should I just tell her?" I shook my head and quickly erased what I had typed out. I sunk into the couch and I tossed my phone on the coffee table. I sat there for a minute before I heard my phone buzz a few times. I sat up and reached for my phone. As I grabbed it the door opened up.

"Izuku you better have some damn pants on." Auntie Mitsuki walked in and took her shoes off at the door.

I opened my phone as I answered her. "Yeah I have some on, but you wouldn't have to worry about that if you just knocked first." I looked down at my phone.

Jirou: "Are you sure?"

Midoriya: "Hey I have to go I'll talk to you later."

I put my phone away as I felt a hand placed on my head. "Are you talking to your girlfriend?" Auntie Mitsuki ruffled my hair a little.

"You know she's not my girlfriend." I stood up and walked into the kitchen.

She turned around and rested on the back of the couch. "I know, but you like her don't you?"

I stopped and looked down for a second. "And what makes you think that."

"The fact that you actually opened up to someone is more than enough for me to be suspicious." She walked over to the counter in front of me.

"And what if I do?" I began to tense up a little.

"Well that's easy. You tell her." By now she was leaning on the counter not breaking her gaze at me.

"I'll think about it.." I looked up and met her eyes.

"Don't wait too long or you may miss your chance. Now let's get ready for tonight." With that she pushed herself off the counter and made her way into the living room.

An hour later everything was ready for the night. I walked out of my room and locked the door behind me. As I made my way into the living room there was a knock on the door. I made my way back to the door and opened it up. Standing in front of me was Mr. Aizawa and Nezu.

"Good evening Midoriya."

I stepped to the side and let the two of them. "Sorry for having you come over so late."

"It's no trouble at all." Nezu rode one his shoulder. "We're actually quite glad that you called.

We made our way into the living room. As we entered Auntie Mitsuki was sitting down waiting. "Hi you Mr. Aizawa. I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, Izuku's guardian."

"It's nice to meet you. This is Principal Nezu. He came with me the other day and insisted he come again. I hope that's not an issue." We all sat down on our respective couches.

"Of course that's fine. But I have to ask where exactly are you a principal at?" Auntie Mitsuki sat up a little bit.

"Well I'm actually the principal at UA and Mr. Aizawa is one of our teachers." Nezu got off of Aizawa's shoulder and sat on the couch next to him.

"Oh I see… wait did you say UA as in the national school known around the world?" Auntie Mitsuki's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"That is the exact school I am talking about." Nezu just smiled at her.

"I honestly don't know what to say." Auntie Mitsuki was in shock.

"If I may, we can get to the topic at hand. I'd hate to waste everyone's time." Mr. Aizawa spoke up.

"Of course sorry." Auntie Mitsuki cleared her throat. "So Izuku told me that you said that if he wanted to pursue the hero course that he could move in with you." She locked eyes with Mr. Aizawa.

"That is correct." Mr. Aizawa matched her gaze.

"I understand that you're a pro hero yourself but I don't know anything about you let alone have even heard of you until the other day. I understand that you work with UA but I still don't feel comfortable about this." She kept her eyes locked with his.

"I understand where you're coming from but it's not logical for you to fully trust us after one meeting." He kept his eyes on hers not showing any signs of wavering. "However I would like for us to come to some form of understanding tonight."

Auntie Mitsuki raised her eye at that. "Is that so, and what exactly do you mean by that?"

Mr. Aizawa leaned forward, keeping his eyes focused. "Midoriya needs to get out of that school after this semester."

Auntie Mitsuki looked at him confused. "And why do you think that?"

"I've been a teacher for quite awhile now and there are some things that go without saying. One they should know all of their students and two they shouldn't give up on a student. Just from the short time I was there it was clear that they considered him nothing but a lost cause." He shifted his gaze towards me. "I'm sure Midoriya could tell you the same thing."

Auntie Mitsuki looked towards me with suspicious eyes. "Is that true." I shifted my eyes away from her and only nodded. She let out a sigh and looked back to Mr. Aizawa. "Well I have thought about him going to other schools but I think that he would get the same treatment there as well. The reason I decided to keep him there is because he knew most of the kids there for a few years now and that is including my own son."

"That's a fair assumption but it may be for the best. It could be a chance for him to start over or atleast have a second chance." Mr. Aizawa looked towards Nezu. "All that being said there is a chance that it is just as bad as before."

"I see." Auntie Mitsuki looked at me and then back two Mr. Aizawa and Nezu. "So why exactly are you interested in Izuku? He said you'd take him in if he was interested in going for a hero course."

"Midoriya has a good heart. I can see that in just the short time I've known him. Based on what he's told me he never had a fair chance at living out his dream. If he wants to go for a hero course I can help him. He has a little over a year and half till high school. In that time I can train him to give him a fighting chance. Of course I'd also take over responsibility for his studies as well." Mr. Aizawa kept his eyes matched with auntie Mitsukis.

"Of course the entire responsibility won't be on Mr. Aizawa alone. We have plenty of staff that would be more than happy to help out young Midoriya." Nezu spoke up with a smile. "I myself would be more than happy to teach him."

"So hypothetically let's say he does choose to pursue the hero course and everything goes as you say. What happens if he doesn't get accepted into the hero course? I'm assuming he'd go for UA since that's where you two work." Auntie Mitsukis eyes narrowed.

"There are plenty of other hero courses that he could apply for and if not he could go into UA's general course and pursue whatever he chooses to. Even if it's not the hero course UA is still a top school in the nation. Graduating from there is an accomplishment no matter what he wants to do." He kept his eyes locked with hers.

"And how do you expect him to compete with everyone that has quirks. I'm sure you know that Izuku was born quirkless. Do you really think that you can bring him to the same level as everyone else." Auntie Mitsuki looked at me and placed a hand on my head.

"If I can be so blunt I know Midoriya has a quirk I've seen how terrifying it can be first hand." He looked at me. "There are plenty of people out there who's quirks aren't powerful but are still heroes . It's not all strength and speed, it's how you use it. He is a smart kid and with training he can out maneuver most. Though using a quirk as an ace up his sleeve would be helpful. The fact that everyone thinks he's quirkless could become his strongest weapon."

"So you know about his quirk." Audit Mitsuki looked back at them. "I should have figured that you already knew about that."

"It's true that he has a powerful quirk but we can also help him hone it to be something he can use to help others. We want to help him become the best person he can be." Nezu added while tapping his paws on the couch.

"I see." Auntie Mitsuki looked back at me. "So why aren't you interested in taking care of him if he doesn't go for the hero course?"

"To put it frankly there's nothing we could do for him that you can't already. It's not that I wouldn't want to, it's just I don't see the point of taking him away from the support system he has already."

"So are you saying he's not worth the trouble unless you can't turn him into something?" Auntie Mitsuki started to scowl at them.

"That's not it at all. I think Midoriya will grow up to be a great person either way. The fact of the matter is that he already has people that care for him here. It would be counter intuitive to take him away from that and surround him with people he doesn't know. But if he was wanting to train as a hero then it would be logical to put him in an environment of people that can guide him." Mr. Aizawa met her eyes but kept a calm expression.

"Hmm." Auntie Mitsuki lowered her eyes and put one hand on her chin. "I understand where you're coming from and I trust that you would be able to help achieve his dreams, but I don't think I can trust Izuku to you."

"But Auntie Mitsuki!" I stood up and looked at her shocked.

"Listen…. Izuku… I think of you as if you were my own child. I was there when you were born and I watched you grow up. To me this is them asking to take away my son. No mother would be able to trust the care of them to someone else." She raised her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I was so scared that day when I got a call that you were in the hospital. I didn't know what happened and I thought the worst. I didn't think I'd be able to talk to you again. But when you called I was so happy that you were alright. I don't think I could go through something like that again." She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me into her side. "But I promised that I'd support him no matter his choice. Even if that means he has to leave."

"Th… and yo..you." I was barely able to get that out as I felt tears form in my eyes as Auntie Mitsuki pulled me into her side.

Mr. Aizawa stood up and bowed before he picked up Nezu and sat him on his shoulders. "Thank you for your time and honesty, but it's getting late and we'd hate to overstay our welcome."

Both Auntie Mitsuki and I stood up and bowed back to them. "We appreciate you coming all this way. We'll talk about everything and let you know when we come to a decision." Auntie Mitsuki gave them a smile as we walked towards the door.

"I don't want to rush your decision but keep in mind that the semester ends next month." Mr. Aizawa turned around as they stepped outside. "If possible it would be better to start at the beginning of a semester instead of the middle."

"If it helps put your mind at rest I have already thought up some great lesson plans." Nezu gave a big smile.

"Thanks, we'll be in contact soon." I gave them a small smile.

"Alright stay safe out there kid." Mr. Aizawa nodded as they walked away.

We closed the door behind us and made our way back to the living room and sat down again. "So how do you think it went?" I asked her as I put my head down.

"I like them, they weren't intimidated by my question and didn't back down from my stare." She gave a small laugh.

"Haha yeah that's impressive in it's own right." I looked up to some of the pictures that were still turned around. "Hey… can I ask you a question?"

"What's up." She puts her arm around me again.

"Did you really mean all of what you said?" I stared off at the wall.

"Of course I did." She pulled me back into her side. "But I may have exaggerated some parts of it."

"Really… like what…" I shifted my eyes to the ground.

"The part where I think of you as my own child." She put a hand on my head.

"Oh.. I see." I started to stand up before she pulled me back down to her.

"I don't just think of you as another son of mine. You are another son of mine. Even if I didn't give birth to you, you're part of my family." She rested her head on top of mine. "Nothing will change that, do you understand?"

"Ye.. yes ma'am." I could feel the tears start to run down my face. I had been conflicted with so many emotions that flooded my head that I hadn't experienced in years.

"It's alright kido let it all out." She put my head into her shoulder. We sat there as she let me cry into her shoulder. After a few minutes she raised my head up. "So let's talk about this girl again."

"Wh.. what? Wh.. where did that come from?" I looked at her completely confused.

"I felt like we needed something to lighten the mood." She gave me a smile as she laughed a little. "So sense you refuse to let me meet her. Why don't you tell me about her?"

"Her name is Kyoka Jirou and we're the same age." I look away from her.

"Boo tell me about her. Things you find interesting." Auntie Mitsuki started to mess my hair up as she spoke. "Come on I won't stop till you spill."

"No wonder Kannchan is so violent." I looked away as I mumbled under my breath.

"Hmm what was that?" She stopped as she looked at me suspiciously.

"I said her hair is violet." I gave her my best fake smile.

"Is that so…" she kept eyeing me before letting out a sigh. "Well what else?"

"She's really caring." I couldn't help but have a small smile form. "Even the first time we met she was like that. Apparently when I was in the hospital her dad had to drag her out. Then when I called to let them know I was alright her mom said that she had been sitting by the phone waiting for me to call." Auntie Mitsuki looked at me oddly. "Di.. did I say something wrong?"

"No, I just can't believe you can be so dumb." She smacked the back off my head.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I looked at her confused.

"Well it's pretty obvious that she cares for you." She gave me a smile.

"Well yeah I told you she is really caring." I looked at her even more confused now.

"That's not what I mean. It sounds like she cares about you personally more than a normal friend." She gave me a little smirk.

"Well why would she care about me more than normal friends?" I was completely lost by this point.

"Izuku what's wrong with you?" She smacked my head again and glared at me.

"Abandonment issues, anxiety, socially awkward, and depression…. do you want me to keep going?" I looked at her with a straight face.

Auntie Mitsuki just looked at me and shook her head. "No I get the picture, but what would you think if you saw this situation happening between two other people?"

"Well it would seem like one of them has feelings for the other." I looked at her as if it was a completely obvious answer.

"Exactly so let's pretend these two people are you and Jirou. So what does that mean?" She locked eyes with me and stared into my soul.

"That she thinks of me as a good friend." I raised an eyebrow waiting for her response.

"Damn it Izuku." She quickly smacked my head again. "I'm saying that she has feelings for you."

"Wh.. what no tha… that's crazy she just thinks of me as a good friend." I looked at her in confusion.

"You're hopeless kid." She hung her head and shook it. "Hey aren't you two hanging out tomorrow."

"As far as I know we are." I looked away from her.

"Well why don't you give her a call and make sure." She gave me a sight smirk.

I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a minute before looking back to Auntie Mitsuki. "Why can't I just text her like I normally do?"

She quickly smacked the back of my head. "Because I told you to call her."

"Owww." I rubbed the back of my head before taking a deep breath. "Fine." I opened up my phone and found Jirous contact and called her putting it on speaker. "You're not going to say anything are you?"

"I'll be quiet this time." She gave me a soft smile.

I just nodded as we listened to the phone ring. The silence in the room grew tense as we waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

"H..hey Jirou."

"Dude what the hell was that all about?"

"S..sorry about that. Something came up and I had to go."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah some people came over so I was busy."

"... seriously."

"Uh.. yes."

"Dude why didn't you just say that instead of being vague. I thought something was wrong."

"Oh… sorry I didn't realize it."

"Hahaha oh my God dude you're such a dumb ass."

"Yeah… I've heard that one before." I looked over to Aunite Mitsuki to see her trying to hold in a laugh.

"Well what up? It's not like you to just call out of the blue."

"Oh.. um.. well you see.." I looked back to Auntie Mitsuki to see her furiously nodding. "I… I was wondering if we were still on for after class tomorrow?"

"Uh… what are you talking about?"

"We were supposed to go to the music store tomorrow. You were gonna help me pick out a guitar."

"I don't remember anything about that at all."

"Oh." I looked down before feeling Auntie Mitsuki put her hand on my shoulder. I looked to her and saw her with a sad expression as she tried to force a smile. "Well never mind what I just said. It.. it must have been some kind of fever dream."

"Yeah… I guess so."

"Sorry to bother you Jirou."

"Hahahaha man you are way too easy to trick."

"Uhh."

"I'm just screwing with you dude. Of course we're still on for tomorrow. You'd think I'd really forget about that?"

"I.. umm… well…"

"Don't think about it too much. I should probably apologize for leading you on like but I had to get you back somehow right."

"Haha yeah. I guess so."

But seriously I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. It will be a lot of fun."

"Yeah… it will be." I lifted my head up as Auntie Mitsuki rubbed my head a little.

"Well I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow at the store. Don't be late alright."

"I won't ."

"Good. It's a date then. Good night."

"N..night."

After she hung up we sat there for a second before Auntie Mitsuki brought me in for a hug. "So you officially have a date tomorrow."

"It.. It's not like that. It's just a saying." I tried to pull away from her.

"Keep telling yourself that and you'll miss your chance." She let me go before leaning back into the couch. "But in all seriousness why don't you think it would be a date. She even said it herself."

I looked back to the ground as I pondered my thoughts. "I … I guess I never really expected this to happen."

Auntie Mitsuki stood up and started making her way to the door. "Well I'm gonna head home. Don't stay up too late. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Haha yeah I guess I do." I stood up and walked towards the door as well.

"So the music store. It wouldn't happen to be the one downtown would it?" She gave a slight smirk.

I looked back at her and rolled my eyes. "Is that so you can come see what she looks like?"

"And what if it is." She gave an innocent smile.

"Goodnight Auntie Mitsuki." I opened the door for her.

"You know you can't hide this forever I will meet her one day." She stepped out the door and turned back to face me.

"Ye.. yeah but it will be on my terms." I gave her a half hearted smile.

I was about to start closing the door before I pulled into another hug. "I'm really proud of you Izuku. You've grown so much recently I sometimes don't even recognize you."

"C.. come on… I haven't grown that much." I leaned into her as felt her rest her head on top of mine.

"Haha you idiot." She squeezed me tight before letting me go.

"Yeah I know I've gotten that a lot lately." I stepped back and gave a faint smile.

She ruffled my hair one last time before turning towards the stairs. "I'll be waiting to hear how it went. Stay safe out there ok."

"I'll try." With that she made her way down the stairs and I locked the door behind her. I made my way back to my room and flopped on my bed to see an unopened message.

Jirou: "Hey I know I said I was going to bed but I wanted to say sorry for messing with you like that. I totally took it too far. I've actually been looking forward to it all week. I also thought maybe we could go to the park after and hang out a little. That's if you don't have plans already. If not it's cool. Well I've rambled long enough. Goodnight see ya tomorrow."

I set my phone down on my chest and laughed to myself a little. "Maybe Auntie Mitsuki was right." I picked up my phone and smirked at what I typed out.

Midoriya: "Sounds good, it's a date then."

I plugged my phone in and stared at the roof. Letting out a deep breath I closed my eyes hoping for the school day to go by quickly. "Well only one way to find out."