IZUKU POV

Monday morning started out eerily similar to Sunday. I woke up to find Licorice asleep on my chest, Mr. Aizawa had already left for work, and there was breakfast in the fridge for me. After eating I decided to look around the training room. It was amazing how much room there was. With each step I took I felt myself get more and more excited about what the future could hold for me.

I made my way back to the living room and sat on the couch next to Licorice. The little guy curled up in a ball against my leg. I gently rubbed behind his ear as he purrs. "Are you sure you're not a dog in disguise?"

Licorice didn't reply; he just continued to purr until he fell asleep. I laughed to myself a little as I got up and went back to my room. Lying down on my bed I looked towards the clock and saw it was almost noon. "I wonder what time he's going to get here?" I rested my head on my pillow. "I just hope whoever comes with them is somewhat normal."

"Why the hell did he bring someone that looks like a pornstar here?" All three of us were sitting on the couches in the living room. Sitting across from me was the cheerful Principal Nezu and next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman in navy blue skinny jeans and a black turtleneck. "It's nice to meet you.. um.."

"Kayama Nemuri but you can call me Midnight." She gave a flirtatious wink.

I looked at Nezu and then back to her. "Is that a stage name or something?" Principal Nezu looked at me shocked but she just had a smirk. "I'm sorry I spent the entire day with Ms. Joke yesterday so I think she started to rub off on me."

She just laughed at my answer. "Well I guess your question isn't too far off from the truth."

At this point I was completely lost. I looked towards Nezu hoping for some answers and he smiled. "She's one of our esteemed teachers at UA and she has graciously offered to help in your education for the next year."

I looked at him even more confused. "Next year? I still have a year and a half to go."

"Ah yes well it seems that you're quite… adavanced for your age and really know what you're doing. So we were able to help you slips semester." She gave me a smile that sent chills down my spine. "I can't wait to see what you're made of."

"Oh I guess that makes sense." I scratched the back of my head nervously. "Why does she make everything sound like an innuendo?"

"Now now Ms. Nemuri no need to pressure the poor boy. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time for that later. Now let's get to the matter at hand." An unnerving grin spread across his face. "I have created a curriculum that I believe will be a challenge for you. That is if you think you can handle it. If not I could always come up with an easier one, but I must say I am extremely proud of the one I came up with. It doesn't just cover your run of the mill education but practical usage of strategy and critical thinking needed for everyday life."

I looked towards the coffee table as I thought for a moment. "It doesn't matter what my choice is. You were going to give me the same curriculum either way."

The small creature started to laugh as Ms. Nemuri looked at me shocked. "You were right sir." She licked her lips. "I like this one. We'll have a lot of fun."

"If everything goes according to plan I'm certain you'll be able to pass the entrance exam with ease." He kept his gaze focused on me. "Do you have any questions?"

I matched his gaze. "When do we start?"

"Ready to dive in I see." Ms. Nemuri's grin spread across her face. "I really like this one."

"Ah, an excel question indeed. Well due to previous commitments we won't be able to start your studies till next week." His grin faded to a neutral expression. "Any other questions?"

"No sir." I started to relax a little more.

"Alright well now I think it's time we discussed a more pressing matter." He looked at me with a serious expression. Even Ms. Nemuri's demeanor changed.

"What is it?" I looked at them confused.

"There's not really a good way to put this lightly, but we're worried about your mental state." He locked his eyes with mine.

I felt an itch in the back of my throat and I tried to swallow it. "Is th… that so, wh.. why are you worried about something like that?"

Me. Nemuri cleared her throat. "We to be frank with you being a hero is not easy. It takes dedication and extreme mental fortitude and based on what I heard you are severely lacking in one of those."

"Wh.. what do you mean?" It felt like my throat was tightening making it harder for my words to come out. "S.. sure I had a rough time in th.. the past b.. but I'm better n.. now."

"If that's the case why did you start stuttering the moment we brought this up?" Her eyes turned cold and they locked to mine.

I felt as if I had just been caught in a web that she had been stringing together since the moment she walked in. "Has she been observing my speech patterns? No that's ridiculous a lot of people stutter when they are uncomfortable or caught off guard."

"You're a smart kid so I'm sure you've probably already thought up a few counter points to what I just said, but that doesn't change the fact that you started to have a panic attack the other night when your quirk was brought up." She kept her unfaltering gaze locked on me.

"H.. how did you know about that?" My eyes went wide.

"How I know that isn't important. What is important is that we help you. I've seen plenty or would be heroes that are stronger than you withdraw from the hero course because of the mental turmoil it puts you through." She leaned in keeping her eyes locked on mine. "Now tell me how do you think someone who can't even accept their own quirk handle all the additional stress that comes from being a hero?"

I lowered my eyes to the ground trying to regain my composure. Everything she had said came from her own personal experience. I could tell that much from the conviction in her voice. But something didn't sit right with me. "Wh… who are you to say I.. I don't accept my quirk?" I looked back up to meet her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me intrigued. "Is that so?" Her voice was calm. "If that's the case then why do you claim to be quirkless, why not be proud of it?"

"Because… because all it can do is cause people more pain." I clenched my fists.

"And is that a good reason to pretend as if it doesn't exist?" She looked at me skeptically.

"I don't pretend that.. that it doesn't exist." I shifted my gaze back down to the ground.

"Really well then how many people know you have a quirk?" She leaned in further.

"I.. I don't know… maybe seven people." I felt like sinking into the couch. I had never realized that so little people knew about it.

She whistled after hearing that. "Wow those are some impressive numbers. Now tell me how many of those did you willingly tell them about it?"

I couldn't answer her, my mouth had gone completely dry. I just stared at the ground motionless.

"I thought so." She leaned back onto the couch and crossed her legs. "Trust me kid if you don't accept it as a part of you you'll never make it."

I knew she was right, she had figured me out since the beginning. "How… how can I accept it?"

"Own it." Her eyes stay locked to me. "What is your quirk? I told Nezu to not give me any details about your quirk. All I know is that you have one and that you hate it."

I raised my head to try and match her eyes. "It… It's called… It's called Traumatize."

She leaned forward intrigued. "Really… well what can you do with it?"

"It makes people relive their most traumatic instances and those memories can be altered to make the memory worse." I gulped nervously as I felt my hand shake a little.

"Wrong." Her eyes felt like daggers piecing through me. "I asked what YOU can do with it."

I lowered my head and my voice went soft. "I… I make people relive their worst memories...and I… I can alter the memories making them worse."

She leaned further forward. "I'm sorry I couldn't quite hear that. Would you mind speaking up a little?"

I glanced up at her and saw a shit eating grin on her face. I took a few deep breaths to gather what little confidence I had left. "I make people relive their worst memories damnit, and I can make them worse!"

She looked at me as she bit her lip smiling. "Oh my now that's more like it. I love a man that can take control." She stood up and made her way to sit next to me. "I love being someone's first, it's so exhilarating."

I tensed up when I felt her put her hand on my head as a pink mist formed around me. "Wh.. what are you doing?"

"Just relax, you'll enjoy this." She rolled up her sleeve a little. "You did a lot better than I expected today, so I think it's fair to say that your first session was productive." I felt my eyes starting to get heavy as she brought me head down into her lap. "Now get some rest, I don't think you realize just how much this has taken out of you."

A few hours later I woke up in my bed. I looked down and saw Licorice asleep on my chest again. "Am I just a pillow to you?" Licorice just looked at me and meowed. I let my head fall back onto the pillow. "Of course, why would I expect anything else?"

I laid there staring at the ceiling when I heard a strange voice. "Did you expect me to talk?"

I raised my head and stared at Licorice with a blank expression. "Holy shit, you can talk?"

"Why of course, I'm no ordinary cat you know." Licorice tilted his head a little at me. "I'm the all knowing cat sage and I have come to give you a mission."

I stared at him blankly before looking to the door and seeing a tuft of green hair in the doorway. "Mhmm." I rolled my eyes. "And what does the great all knowing cat sage want with me."

"You shall save the world." Licorice yawned as he started to fall asleep. "Do you accept this mission?"

I let out a sigh. "Mama Joke you can cut it out Locorice fell back asleep."

"God Damnit." I could hear a few muffled footsteps from the other side. "Stupid cat I waited out there for almost an hour for that bit."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Seriously?"

"Hey if that bit had worked it would have been comedy gold." She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mhmm." I rolled my eyes at her as I moved Licorice off of me and sat up. "So why exactly are you here, I thought Mr. Aizawa banned you for a week?"

She looked at me confused. "Who?"

I let out a small groan. "I thought Pops banned you for a week?"

A grin spread across her face. "He did but when he told me what happened today I decided it was worth the risk. Well surprise, surprise he let me in."

I fell back onto the bed and put the pillow over my face. "Does everyone know about that now?"

"That depends if you count four people as everyone?" She put a finger to her chin.

"More or less." I begrudgingly sat up. "So what now?"

She just shrugged her shoulders. "The hell if I know, but I do know it's time to start your training."

Her smile grew wider. "Yep, Shota is already down there so go ahead and get ready. We'll be waiting."

Twenty minutes later I found myself running on a self-propelled treadmill. "I really should have done more cardio." I had been on it for ten minutes now and I already felt like my legs were about to give out.

"Alright kid you're almost done with the warmup." Mr. Aizawa looked down at the clock in his hand..

"What.. what do you mean.. warmup… I.. I thought this was… the workout." I continued to run while I heard Mama Joke laughing from my answer.

"Not at all." He kept his eyes on the clock in his hand. "We're going to increase your endurance before we even think about anything else."

"Are.. are you trying to kill me Pops?" I looked at him while trying not to stumble over my own feet.

He glared at me momentarily activating his quirk. "Yes." I quickly shifted my gaze back in front of me. A few more minutes had passed and it felt like my sides were being repeatedly stabbed. "Alright time you can stop."

"Oh thank God." I slowed my pace before carefully stepping off the treadmill and lying on the floor trying to catch my breath. "And.. you said… that was… the warmup?"

"Yeah. Next time we go for distance instead of time." He tossed a water bottle at me.

"Yay." I caught the bottle and took a few sips. Looking over I saw Mama Joke still holding in some laughter. "What's so funny?"

"You… I didn't realize you'd be this bad." She couldn't help but let a few laughs escape. "I'm so glad I was able to see this."

"Not every encounter with a villain can be decided quickly. Some turn into a test of endurance. Then there are times after a large scale attack where you will have to do search and recovery for hours on end." He looked back at his watch. "It doesn't matter how tired we are, we have to keep going because people are counting on us."

"Yes sir." I took another sip of water before standing back up and making my way back on the treadmill to walk at a slow pace.

Mr. Aizawa looked up at me confused. "What are you doing? I didn't tell you to start?"

"You said it doesn't matter how tired we are, we have to keep going. So I'm gonna keep moving till we're done." I continued to walk as I worked on keeping my breathing under control.

He let out a sigh before shaking his head. "You know if you push yourself too hard you'll collapse right?"

"Yeah, but if I do I have you and Mama Joke to make sure i'm alright. I'd rather push to my limit here than have it happen during something important where someone could seriously hurt." I rested my arms on the rails of the treadmill as I focused on the floor.

"If that's what you want, then let's pick up the pace to a nice easy jog." Walked in front of the treadmill. "Keep your eyes on me."

I raised my head as I picked up the pace. "Got it Pops."

He let out a small sigh. "Alright kid would you say you're smart?"

"Yes sir." I kept my eyes on him.

"Good. So you know that a person's ability to process information slows down as they get tired." He kept his eyes fixed on me.

"Obviously. Why are you asking?" I looked at him confused.

A smirk came across his face. "Well it seems you're already being affected by your lack of endurance. Starting now every minute I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer it immediately."

A nervous smile formed on my face. "So what exactly is the point of this?"

"What's going to happen if you get put in a situation where a split second decision is needed to turn the tables. If you've never been in that situation before you may freeze up and miss your chance. This is just the beginning to start training your processing skills while under physical stress. He looked over at Mama Joke. "Also Emi thought it would be funny."

I let out a sigh as I nodded. "Alright so quick answers are required, but the real issue is understanding the questions while tired."

"Alright we'll start off easy. Why are you still calling me Pops after I told you not to?" His eyes kept a cold glare.

"Because Mama Joke honestly terrifies me when she gives that cold stare of hers and I really don't want to see it again." I glanced over at her and she gave a smile as she waved at me.

He looked over and saw the wave and smiled. He shook his head as he looked back at me. "Alright fair enough."

I let out an internal sigh as I kept my pace. "Alright I can do this."

"What's Newton's first law of Motion?" He pulled out his phone to look at it.

"How did we get from a person's name to physics?" I shook my head. "An object will stay in its current state unless an unbalanced force acts upon it."

He looked up from his phone. "Good enough." He kept his eyes locked on me before taking a deep breath. "What was your first impression of Midnight?"

"I thought she was a pornstar." I quickly covered my mouth. "Shit why did I say that?"

Mama Joke busted out in laughter as Pops shook his head. "Just don't let her hear that. Hopefully you didn't say anything stupid."

"I may have asked if Midnight was her stage name." Mama Joke was now on the floor laughing and even Pops let out a small snicker. "This isn't going how I thought it would?" I shook my head hoping it would help me focus more.

The questions continued for another five minutes and each question varied from topics as to what are the colors of the rainbow to questions about quantum physic theories. At this point it was taking all I had to keep focused on standing. "Alright kid last question, once you answer it we're taking a break. Did you bring any alcohol into my house?"

"Yes sir." I slowed my pace until I stepped off the treadmill and collapsed. "Thank God that's over." This had been the first time I had pushed myself so hard in a long time. The physical exhaustion caused me to fail full comprehension of the question he has asked. As I laid on the ground I saw Mr. Aizawa standing over me, except his eyes were red and his hair was floating. "Everything alright?"

"I don't think you understand what you just said." She crouched down so we were closer.

I looked up at him confused. "You asked if I…" the realization of what he had asked and my answer finally clicked. "Damnit…"

JIROUS POV

I had spent the rest of the weekend locked in my room only leaving it a couple times. Tsubaki had sent countless texts and even called a handful of times to see if everything was alright, but I just ignored them. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. All I wanted was Izuku back. His olive green hoodie quickly became my source of security. I wore it all weekend and when I wasn't wearing it was either in my arms or within arms reach. I didn't want to go to school today, but I had to. I wasn't allowed to wear his hoodie to school or hold onto it during class so I kept in my bag all day. "Stupid fucking rules." The only time I took it out was during lunch when I sat on the roof. I was hoping to be alone but apparently the universe had other plans. "What do you want Tsubaki?"

"What do you think? You text me out of the blue Saturday to find out something about Midoriya then you ghost me all weekend. Then you show up to school half dead. You haven't paid attention to any lessons and now I find you up here holding onto some random jacket. What the hell is going on?" She put her hand on her hips as she stood over me.

"He's gone." I held onto the jacket tighter as I felt tears start to run down my eyes again. A moment later I get Tsubaki wrap her arms around me. I didn't think I could still cry after how much I had done over the weekend but my tears wouldn't stop falling. She didn't say anything, she just held me trying to comfort me.

We ended up missing the next period because we stayed on the roof. I told her everything that had happened and she texted some of her old friends to see if they had heard anything. Apparently everyone found out when some girl asked a guy if he was alright. His answer caused her to collapse, I couldn't blame her though I nearly did myself when I found out. She said that some of the class was a little shaken, some unaffected, but a few said it was about time. I really wanted to beat the shit out of them, but apparently the guy that knew him the best got suspended for knocking them out in the middle of class. Tsubaki told her friends to tell him thank you for me.

Once school had ended and I was outside of the gates I put on his jacket and made my way home. Even though I had been holding it all weekend it still had the faint remains of his scent. I was dreading the day that smell would disappear forever, I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could. As I made my way home my mind couldn't help but wander. "Is this how you felt? Even with all these people around did you still feel all alone?" These questions swirled around my head until I made it home.

Back in my room I curled up in my bed and pulled out my phone. I couldn't believe he was really gone. I looked at the picture we had taken at the beach. We looked so happy together, not even a week ago we were talking about dreams and just enjoying each other's presence. I held onto my phone tightly and brought it to my chest as I cried myself to sleep.

The rest of the week went about as well as Monday. Tsubaki continued to check up on me to make sure I was 'alright'. "At least she cares." Everyday I'd come straight home from school and stay locked in my room till dinner, then it was right back to my room to sleep. Saturday was looking like it was going to be another day like the rest. That was until mom kicked me out of the house because I 'needed fresh air'. I found myself wandering around the town aimlessly. One way or another I found myself standing in the sand at the beach. It was a shame how much people had ruined this place.

I made my way to the gazebo and sat at the edge so my feet could hang off the side. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand echoed in my head. I really do love this place, it feels so freeing. Laying on my back I looked over to the sand and saw the piles of garbage that had been stacked up. I shook my head and sighed as I stood up. Making my way across the sand I was shocked at what people had left. Tires, scrap metal, old toys, and even a car. "How the hell did someone get away with that?" I came to a stop when I found a pair of garbage cans that were still intact. After pulling them out I started sifting through the piles for anything small enough that could fit in the bins. "It might not be much but every little bit helps."

The next hour I spent filling the bins I found while also looking for more. I found a few more that weren't in as good of shape but they were still able to hold what I had put in them. I took a step back and looked at the ten bins I had filled. I felt a bit of pride knowing that l had done something productive for the first time in a week. A smile formed over my face as I took a deep breath. "Alright Izuku I don't know how, but we're gonna clean this place up." It was a surreal moment looking at the little area I had cleared out. For a moment I could almost hear his voice telling me I was crazy for doing this. Laughing to myself I wiped away a stray tear that had formed. "Alright what's next?" Whitley looking through the piles trying to make a plan I felt a breeze hit my stomach. A look of confusion turned to terror when I saw a small tear in his jacket. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, this can't be happening." I quickly started to run back home hoping that mom could fix it.

Bursting through the door my mom looked up at me surprised. "Woah Kyoka what's wrong?"

I pointed down to the rip in the jacket. "Mom can you fix this?"

She walked over and looked at it for a moment. "Yeah I can fix this easy, but you need to go take a shower you smell like you've been in at the dump all day." She backed away and held her nose.

"Thanks mom." I ran upstairs and threw off my clothes before hoping in the shower. After my shower I went to my desk and started to plan out what else I could do to clean the beach. Everything was going great until a thought crossed my mind. "How the hell am I going to get all of this stuff off the beach? Sure just getting everything sorted into groups will help but that doesn't mean it actually cleans it." I buried my face into my hands and sighed. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought it was." Leaning back in my chair I stared up at the ceiling. "Do I even have time for this? I still need to train so I can get into a hero course. Damnit Izuku what would you do now?" Getting out of the chair I grabbed Izuku's guitar before sitting on my bed. I don't know how or when but it somehow ended up in my room. Softly strumming a few chords I started to hum to myself.

I lost track of time as I played. It had been the longest I had gone without thinking of him and I felt happy just being my old self for a little. While I continued to hum to myself I heard a knock on my door. "Kyoka can I come in?"

"Sure." I kept my eyes on the guitar as I heard mom open the door. "What's up?"

"Well I wanted to give you back your jacket." She came and sat on the edge of the bed.

My eyes jolted over to her and I saw the jacket folder in her lap. I sat the guitar down and snatched it from her lap and threw it on. "Thanks mom." I picked up the guitar again and started to play again. "It's so warm, did she wash it?" I could still smell his scent on the jacket faintly and a small smile formed on my face.

"So how did you rip it? It's not like you to do something reckless with something so important." She turned to face me on the bed.

I jumped a little at hearing her voice, once I had put the jacket back on I had completely forgot that she was in my room. "I went to the beach that I used to go to all the time and I started to go through the trash to try and clean it up a little."

She looked at me confused. "Why would you do something like that."

I threw the hood over my head as I held onto my knees. "The place is special to me."

Mom gave me a skeptical look. "Are you sure that's the only reason?"

I rested my forehead on my knees. "I… I told Izuku that I wanted to see it clean when we went there and I figured I could clean it so he could see it too…"

I felt my mom pull me into her side. "You know that's not gonna be something you can do by yourself."

I nodded. "Yeah but every little bit helps."

"That's right." She rubbed my head over the hood. "You know your dad and I could help as well."

"Really?" I looked up and saw her smiling at me.

"Of course." She wiped a stray tear from my eye. Now why don't you get ready we're gonna go out for dinner tonight.

An hour later we were all sitting at a family run restaurant that my dad had heard great things about. As we sat at the booth I noticed the place had a strange mix of customers. They had the run of the mill average Joe's as well as some people who looked as if they belonged at a five star resort. It was mind boggling to see such a mix of people in the same place.

I was brought out of my state of stupor when I heard the sound of someone running up to the booth. "It's you! I knew it wasn't true!"

I looked over to my side to see a girl that looked to be my age standing at the edge of the table. She had long blonde hair that had a streak of crimson red pulled back into a ponytail and golden eyes that shined. She had a bright smile that slowly faded. "I'm sorry but have we met before?"

Her lip quivered for a moment before she took a deep breath before she regained her composure. "I'm sorry I must have confused you for someone else." She pulled out a pen and notepad. "My name is…"

She was cut off when a man came up and put his hand on her head. "Hey Simi, your mom needs a little help in the kitchen, go and give her a hand. I can handle the front for awhile." A man with golden eyes and crimson hair stood next to her. She nodded and made her way to the kitchen. "Sorry about that my, my daughter has been a little off lately. I'm Sōma Yukihira the owner and head chef of this fine establishment. Is there anything I can get you all to start?"

"Just some drinks if you don't mind." My mom smiled at him before her maternal instincts kicked in. "Is everything alright with your daughter?"

He let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah she's just a little shaken. One of her friends recently moved far away. It was pretty sudden so no one was expecting it."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that I guess our Kyoka here must have looked like her." My mom and dad let out a little laugh while I threw my hood up to cover my face.

"I don't know about that, she seemed to recognize her as you came in the door. The girls got the nose of a bear and I don't think I've ever seen her mess up a smell." He let out a laugh. "If it wasn't for that streak of red hair and her eyes I would have sworn my wife cheated on me with one of our friends." He let out another laugh. "Well is there anything else I can get you besides the drinks?"

My parents looked at me and saw me starting to hang my head. There was no way to know for certain if this was just a huge coincidence or not without making things awkward. I knew for certain though that he was lying about them 'moving far away'. "This isn't fair. I just want to go home."

As if he could read my mind my dad shook his head. "Actually just forget about the drinks, I think we're just gonna head out."

"What? Why? You all just sat down." He looked at us confused.

"Well it seems you're daughter is going through a rough time right now. I'd hate for us to cause her anymore pain." Dad rubbed the back of his head. "I know I sure wouldn't want my baby girl to go through more than she had to." He reached over the table and out a hand on my head.

The man gave a small smile. "Yeah I guess you're right. Well at least let me grab you a snack till you figure out what you're doing next.

Before we could even answer he took off towards the kitchen. Mom and dad let out a little laugh since he didn't give us a choice. Looking through the window I could see him having a conversation with someone. I let my curiosity get the better of me and decided to plug a jack into the floor. I couldn't make out the entire conversation because of all the noise but when I heard a familiar voice say her nose is never wrong I felt a pit form in my stomach. I must have been making a face because the next thing I knew mom was kicking my shin and placing a pen and piece of paper in front of me. She didn't say anything to me, she just nodded as we made eye contact. As we sat waiting for him to return I wrote a simple note hoping I was right but praying that I was wrong.

"I miss him too."

I don't know exactly why I felt compelled to write those words but they seemed right. Maybe it was because I felt bad for her or maybe it was because I knew how she felt and hoped she would find comfort in knowing she wasn't alone. Before I could figure out my thoughts the man who was talking to us earlier came back with a couple boxes and set them down on the table.

"Sorry about the wait my lovely wife was upset with how I made the bento boxes for you." He gave us a smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you before you head out?"

"Oh no you've been great but how much do we owe you for this?" My dad started to pull out his wallet.

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house." He pulled off his head band and wrapped it around his arm. "Besides I'm sure my wife would kill me if I accepted anything."

"Sounds like she runs a tight ship." My mom gave him a smirk.

"You don't know the half of it." He gave us a big smile. "She can be a pain sometimes but she loves harder than anyone I know."

"She sounds lovely." My mom returned the smile. "I hope to meet her the next time we're here."

"Next time? You haven't even tried the food yet. For all you could know it could be disgusting." A small smirk came over his face.

"Maybe it is but it's the least we could do to repay you for this." Mom leaned into dad promoting him to nod in agreement.

"Well when you put it like that how could I refuse." He gave us a smile and turned around to head to another table.

I quickly jumped up and tapped his shoulder. "I'm sorry could you give this to your daughter for me." I handed him my slip of paper folded in half as my jacks nervously tapped together.

"Of course." He gave me a smile before turning around to check on more tables.

With that the three of went back to the car and started to drive home. While on the road I had to know if my gut feeling was right.

Jirou: "Hey Tsubaki I need to ask you for another favor."

Tsubaki: "What's up girl?"

Jirou: "I wanted to know if you knew the name of the girl who collapsed in Izukus class?"

Tsubaki: "I'm not sure, give me a minute."

It took awhile for Tsubaki to respond again. We had already gotten home and eaten the food they sent us home with. I was in my room curled up on my bed when my phone went off again.

Tsubaki: "So her name is Simi Yukihira. But why did you want to know her name?"

Jirou: "I'll explain Monday I promise but for now I just want to go to bed."

"Fuck you universe." I set my phone down on my night stand and closed my eyes hoping for a better dream or even no dreams at all.