Honestly, I had expected for UA to be worse than it actually was, for me to hate them, to regret doing this even more than I already have. It's actually… not that bad. Sure, I am twitchy about where I am, but I'm not in any place to complain, now am I? It could be worse, right? It could be worse.

Everyone else here, the… children here attending, are all here to become heroes, to help others. I can respect this at least, that we're all here to help others. As for making friends? Well, I have one at least. That's good, right? Eh, it could be better. But it could also be worse. It could be worse.

Going through the day, I float from class to class, not really paying attention. It's… interesting to say the least

Near the end of the day, a text pops up from the potato man. I should probably stop calling Hisashi that, all things considered. Nah, he's always going to be the Potato Man. An address and a photo, as per usual. It could be worse.

I just have to keep repeating it. Repeat it until I can believe it. Say it over and over again, until it's true. It will become true, won't it? It has to be.

As I hold a hand to the door, concentrating on the image of the man provided, I reach out to ask, not exactly expecting an answer from that man. "When are you going to tell him?"

He chuckles, and even though I can't see him, I feel like that smirk has worked its way onto his face again. "Going to tell what to whom exactly?"

Not looking away from the door, I respond. "Izuku. That you're his father, that you're AFO, that you're really just down the street and can talk to him anytime. Take your pick, really, there's a lot of options here." Motioning with my free hand, I leave room for him to respond.

Respond, he does. "Ah, but what for your precious canon? Isn't Izuku's father supposed to be overseas? Why should I see him as I am?" He questions, baiting.

Finished with my business, I mull over his question before responding. "Hisashi, you know as well as I do that canon is as good as broke right now, what with my massive... screw up. Besides, canon doesn't say that you can't be there right now." Looking away from the door, I stare at Hisashi, furrowing my brows.

Hisashi tilts his head, smiling without showing teeth. "Really?" He speaks, sarcasm and amusement seeping into his voice.

I click my tongue, responding in deadpan. "Yes. As far as I remember, the only rule was that you were elsewhere for the last year of middle school and the first year of highschool…" Motioning once again, I move to sit down, waiting for him to dig his own grave.

However, he only leans in a bit to speak, that same amusement still in his voice. "Don't leave out on the details on my accord, dear. No harm in giving me any information."

Bringing up a hand, I hold it up to stop him there. "Knowledge is power, and power rules all. If you really wish to know, you go to jail for… debatable reasons. Either you go on purpose, which I honestly cannot see for any reason right now or All Might defeats you without killing you and you're arrested for real. Does it really matter? You're at full power right now. Canon's practically dead at this point." Shrugging, I watch him pace the room, taking in what I have just said.

Looking at me with amusement in his eyes, Hisashi speaks. "Is it? I could… acquire an illusory quirk and make it look like I'm not at full power. The possibility for me to go on purpose is there, is it not? While I'm in no mood to turn myself in right now, things can change." Smile creeping onto his face, he leans into my space.

Stepping back, I nod ."That… isn't wrong. Things can change. You should still go and see Izuku though. He needs it more than you think he does." I walk over to the counter and lean on it, my back facing him. "And besides, if you want proof, this wouldn't be a bad way to get it."

He laughs, a resounding thing that ends up driving more shivers down my back than I would want. "But haven't I gotten plenty of proof already? Is my near death nothing to you? Dear, the fact that I did practically lose that encounter but did not die is proof enough." I hear him pace, but I am unsure where he stops, and I do not look back at him. I don't want to look back, don't want to see - don't want to know what he is willing to show. It's tempting, to know for certain what something is… but that is what got me into this in the first place, wanting to be certain the person who I thought was my friend was alright.

He was. Oh, how he was.

And thus time moves on… right? It goes by day by day, motion by motion, second by second into forever. It'll end up going on forever, won't it? Working, or so he says for Hisashi, for All for One. I can't, I won't escape from this, will I? This will just go on forever won't it? Even though I'll have left Japan, it won't stop, will it? Things like this never stop. They crash and burn, one side having had enough, and it all falls down.

Maybe… maybe if I didn't go there, do that… but in the end, would it matter? I can't change that, and… I wouldn't have changed it as I was without that knowledge. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I thought [Bhartrhari] was injured, was hurt. If only… but I can't change the past, can I?

Even if I could, this would still exist. At very least, my memories of this would exist… or it would all repeat over and over again.

I rub my forehead, and I know that I'm out of it, thinking like this. Overthinking like this. I just wish… does it matter? Would anything really change? All I'm achieving is giving myself a headache. If things were different… fuck my brain can't get away from this can it?

I just can't… I'm fixated. Overfixated, can't stop thinking, can't stop rambling… This gets better with time right?

It has to get better.