The next day Izuku felt awkward. He didn't doubt that Aizawa probably felt awkward as well. He kept glancing over at Izuku which was honestly starting to make him feel even more awkward and uncomfortable.

Stop searching. Stop looking. You won't like what you find.

Izuku supposes that he somehow mentally informed Aizawa that he was making him uncomfortable because the man stopped looking at him, thank god. Aizawa continued to give the class his lecture, Izuku tried to listen but he found his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

The way his teacher acted yesterday was very confusing. Why was he acting that way? What did he want? He doesn't have that much to give, so why focus his attention on him? He's not worth it.

He knows you lied. He knows, he knows, he knows. But why didn't he say anything? What's his aim? What does he want? He's not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it. Useless stupid Deku is not worth it. Monstrous murderers aren't worth it.

He really wished the man would just come out and say it. Call him out on his lie. Then he could make even more lies to cover up the one lie until it's a mess of lies. Yea, that probably wouldn't work out well for him at all. So maybe it was better if the man didn't act on it. Maybe they could both pretend yesterday didn't even happen. He doubted it, Aizawa was suspicious of him and there was no changing that. The damage had been done. His only option now would be to avoid Aizawa, which is hard to do when he is your teacher.

Izuku's train of thought was interrupted by Aizawa clearing his throat while making direct eye contact with him. Oops. He zoned out again. He really needs to stop doing that. He flicked his eyes' attention toward the man in question. God, he really felt awkward. Why did he have to pass out in class yesterday? All of this could have been avoided if he wasn't so weak. He's gone longer without food, so out of all the times to pass out why then?

You're weak. So weak. A weak worthless Deku.

Izuku glanced at the hanging wall clock and took note of the time. It was almost the end of the class. He has a strong feeling that Aizawa is going to want to talk to him when class ends, so he will have to rush out as fast as possible to avoid him. There was only one minute left and he quickly started to pack his things in his bag before anyone else.

Uraraka leaned over to him and whispered, "Wow, you must be excited to go to English."

Or to get out of this class.

He shyly smiled at Uraraka and nodded his head yes, she didn't need to know the real reason. A loud beeping noise played from the school speakers, indicating that class was over. He saw Aizawa start to search for him, but he was already out the door. He speed walked to English since he knew Iida would throw a fit if he ran. Their newly elected class president took his job very seriously.

He was the first one to arrive in the English classroom, he sighed with relief. He had avoided Aizawa, for now at least. Really, he was just delaying the inevitable, but by god, he would do it for as long as possible. Present Mic smiled at Izuku's speedy arrival.

"Hey little listener, how are feeling? Hopefully not like passing out." He finished with an amused chuckle.

Izuku didn't think it was that funny. "M-much b-b-better. Thanks, f-for your c-concern Mr. Yamada." He didn't dare look Mic in the eyes, he was afraid that he would be able to tell he was lying like Aizawa. He didn't need two teachers worrying about him, one was enough trouble.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that!" Mic shouted out cheerfully.

Izuku winced slightly at the loud volume. The man was so overexcited sometimes. After he took a seat at his desk the rest of his classmates started to trickle inside of the room. Iida approached him.

"I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one that takes a great interest in his academic studies." Iida sounded serious but Izuku could hear the humour in it. Iida was poking fun at him.

"You left so fast I thought there was going to be a smoke trail behind you." Uraraka said equally as amused as Iida.

"O-oh d-did I really l-leave that f-fast?" Izuku asked. He didn't think he left that quickly, did he?

"Dude!" Kirishima piped in, "You practically sprinted out of class! I thought we were under attack for a second." He said through small chuckles.

"I can reassure you that U.A.'s security is one of the best. So it would be highly unlikely that we would be under attack." Iida said to Kirishima while making a chopping motion.

Kirishima let out some more laughs. "Dude, I was joking! But that small lecture was very useful, thanks, class prez." He said while flashing an encouraging thumbs up.

Izuku let out a small laugh at his classmates, which eventually turned into fits of giggles. They were so ridiculous sometimes. He wiped his eyes from small tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Once his vision was clear he found 3 pairs of wide eyes looking at him.

"W-what? Did I d-do s-something wr-wr-wrong?" He asked nervously.

"Midoriya, I can ensure you that you did nothing wrong. It's just w-" Iida started but was interrupted by Uraraka.

"I don't think we have ever heard you laugh before." She said cheerfully.

"You should do it more often dude." Kirishima said while happily smiling down at him.

Izuku let out a small awkward cough to fill his silence. Did he really never laugh?

Murders aren't supposed to laugh. How can you laugh and feel joy when you killed your own mother? What kind of sick person does that?

The smile fell from his face. Right. That's why he hasn't laughed. How could he forget? Izuku instantly started to fill up with guilt. He shouldn't be laughing.

"C-class is about t-t-to start, y-you should go to y-your d-desks." He said shakily.

Their faces fell at his sudden mood change. The nodded silently and went to their desks. Izuku internally sighed, why couldn't he just act normal? Why did he have to make everyone worry about him? Couldn't they see he was fine? Because he was fine.

Right?

English class went by faster than Izuku thought it would. Present Mic had a way of making his lectures more interesting by telling jokes and terrible puns throughout the class. Some of them made Izuku want to bash his head against the wall, others made him wish he could be that witty. The class bell had rung and Izuku was taking his time packing his things. He wasn't in that much of a rush for lunch since he never had one with him. Once he finished packing he looked up to the front of the room and was surprised to find Iida, Kirishima, and Uraraka waiting for him.

"W-why a-are you w-w-waiting for me? You d-don't h-have to do that." He said.

"Why wouldn't we wait for you?" Uraraka asked.

"Yea dude, friends wait for their friends. So, of course, we are going to wait for you." Kirishima said confidently.

"W-w-we a-a-are?" Izuku stuttered the question out. He winced at the number of stutters that came out.

"What do you mean?" Iida asked.

Izuku hesitated for a moment before he asked, "I'm y-your f-f-friend?"

"Don't be silly! Of course you're our friend." Uraraka paused for a moment. "You do want to be friends right?" She sounded like she was afraid to ask that question.

Izuku was being met with three worried stares. He wasn't expecting that last question. Did he want to be friends? He's never had any before, he really wasn't sure what he was doing. But maybe he would give it a chance.

Murderers don't deserve friends. You'll kill them too, just like your mother. You'll kill them.

Izuku let out a shaky exhale at what he was about to say. "Y-yes, I w-would like to b-b-be friends. I-if that's o-okay with y-you." He was met with three beaming smiles and excited nods. Izuku's chest filled with warmth, he had friends now. He absentmindedly squished Mr. Gooey. Real friends.

You've made a mistake. You'll kill them, kill them, kill them. Dead dead deaddeaddeaddead.

Izuku took a long quiet inhale and then shakily exhaled, trying to expel his dark thoughts. Luckily they weren't as bad as they were the day before so it was easier to do. The four of them left the classroom together when they stopped in their tracks. Standing a few feet in front of the door was an irritated-looking Aizawa.

"Took you long enough, you problem child." The man let out an annoyed sigh, "Midoriya come with me." Aizawa turned and started to walk away not even checking if Izuku was following him.

Izuku felt is whole body fill with dread. He didn't expect Aizawa to hunt him down. He turned towards his friends with an apologetic look and then speed walked to catch up with Aizawa.

Once he caught up with Aizawa he asked, "S-sir where a-are we g-going?" He was slightly scared of the answer.

"The staff room." Was his short reply. "Did you eat dinner?"

"Y-y-yes, I had some w-white rice." Izuku answered.

Aizawa shot him an annoyed glance. "That's still not enough food. What about breakfast?"

"An a-apple." Izuku said quietly, ready for the scolding that was sure to come. He knew it wasn't enough food, but it was all he could afford. He couldn't help it!

Aizawa let out a disapproving hum. Izuku was slightly surprised he didn't start chewing him out in the halls. Maybe he was bringing him to the staff room to yell at him. Oh no. That would be so embarrassing. They arrived at the staff room far too quickly for Izuku's liking. He watched Aizawa enter the room, he hesitantly followed. He felt like he was entering a forbidden area. Which he was in some sense. Izuku took note at the various different teachers that were in the staff room. There were a few he didn't recognize and then there were some he did. He felt like he was intruding.

"Come, sit." Aizawa pointed towards an empty table and chairs.

Izuku swallowed hard, it felt like his throat was closing up. He brought his shaky limbs to the chair and sat down. He could feel himself trembling in his seat, his nerves were really getting to him.

He's going to call you out in front of all the teachers. He's going to make fun of you. They'll laugh at you.

He felt tears start to sting his eyes, he hastily blinked them away. He sat there silently while he waited for his teacher to talk. Even though the room was full of talking teachers, the silence from Aizawa was deafening. The man reached into his bag and pulled out a box, he placed it on the table in front of Izuku.

"I've heard from some of your classmates that you never bring a lunch with you. So I took it upon myself to bring you one." Aizawa said in a bored tone while sliding the box towards him.

Izuku carefully took off the lid, it was a boxed lunch. His eyes widened, this was for him? He did not expect this at all.

"Th-thank y-you!" Izuku said sincerely.

Aizawa let out a grunt and pulled out his own lunch. "Now care to explain why you never have a lunch?"

Izuku was about to take a bite but stopped himself. He didn't really want to answer his question. But the lunch looked so good and he was afraid Aizawa would take it away if he didn't answer.

"S-since my m-mom got sick, m-money has gotten t-t-tight. We c-can't afford th-three meals a d-d-day. I g-get b-b-breakfast and d-dinner but not l-lunch."

Aizawa hummed at Izuku's half lie. "Is that so?" he said casually. Izuku was getting a bad feeling at Aizawa's tone. It sounded like he was hiding something. He glanced around the room and noticed something odd. All the teachers he didn't recognize had left the room, only three now remained in the lounge. Aizawa, Present Mic, and… All Might? He turned towards his favourite hero and noticed the buff man was standing right in front of the door, blocking it. He was going to greet him but stopped himself when All Might gave him a sad smile. Izuku faltered.

Why was he blocking the door? Why were only his three favourite teachers in the room?

He turned back towards Aizawa who shot him a sympathetic look, it was gone in seconds.

"You know," Aizawa started, "After yesterday I went to the hospital to inform your mom of your fainting spell and talk about some other things."

Izuku's body started to fill with white-hot panic.

"The staff were very friendly, but they regrettably informed me that there was no Inko Midoriya as a patient there. So I thought I must just be at the wrong hospital and had a nurse look her file up for me. To my surprise, Inko Midoriya is not a patient anywhere except for a family doctor who has not seen her for six years. So Midoriya, do you care to explain where your mother is exactly and why you lied?"

Izuku felt like he was going to be sick. He understood now why All Might was at the door, it was in case he tried to run. Present Mic was probably here for back up. He felt his body go tense and started to gather the lingering blobs in the room towards him on instinct, there was only enough for his torso. "O-oh, th-that's e-e-e-easy," he said stalling for another lie. "My m-mom g-goes by h-her m-maiden n-name. So she's n-not listed a-as Midoriya." Izuku thought that sounded convincing enough.

"Really? That's strange because I had them look that up too, still no results." Aizawa replied sternly.

Izuku couldn't tell if the man was bluffing or not. It wouldn't have been hard to find her maiden name if they were looking at her records. His panic started to increase and he let out a shaky breath. He felt cornered.

Can't breathe it's too tight. Can't breathe can't breathe, you have to escape. Get out out outoutoutoutout RUN RUN RUN RUN!

His mind was screaming at him to run. He tensed his body even further and slowly brought his trembling hands towards his boxed lunch. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he had to escape. He gripped the boxed lunch and quickly whipped it in the air towards Aizawa's face, effectively spreading food in the man's face. Hopefully, that would buy him some time before he would be able to erase his quirk.

In seconds he was across the room barrelling full speed towards All Might. Present Mic looked surprised at his speed and his reaction was too slow to catch Izuku. All Might tensed his body with the intent on catching him. At the last second, Izuku dropped to the ground and let his momentum slide him under All Might's legs. He was almost to the school hallway when he felt a large beefy hand grab the blob armour on his back. He commanded those blobs to unstick themselves and he was free. He was down the hall running before the large man could even process what just happened.

RUN RUN RUN! THEY KNOW! RUN RUN RUN RUN!

He was sprinting full speed down the hallway, he could distantly hear Present Mic calling after him. But he was too focused on escaping to understand what he said.

Faster, faster, faster. They are going to catch you! FASTER FASTER FASTER!

He pumped his legs harder and faster, he had to find a place to hide. Anywhere would work. He skidded and turned a corner, his shoes making a loud squeaking noise and continued running. He spotted a small janitors closet and quickly decided he would hide there. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it, more fear filled him. It was locked.

Oh no oh no oh no. What now? What now? I can't breathe nonononononono.

He took a heaving gasp as more panic clawed at him. He started to run again when he felt fabric wrap around his body. He was being pulled backwards. He whipped his head around to see where it lead, it was Aizawa's scarf.

Can't breathe, can't breathe. They caught me. Help me. I can't breathe helphelphelphelphelp.

He could feel himself start to hyperventilate. This was not good. Not good at all. He was dragged the rest of the way towards Aizawa, he could hear the man give out a sigh of relief. Izuku's breaths came out increasingly more ragged.

"Hey kid, it's okay. Breathe. It's okay." Aizawa instructed.

How could he say that? Things were clearly not okay, he's been caught. More panic filled his brain, tossing any logical thinking out the window. He felt himself being picked up and then he was whisked away.

Can't breathe, can't breathe, it hurts, it hurts hurtshurtshurts. Help me helphelphelp.

He was back in the teachers' lounge again deposited on one of the couches. This time Aizawa closed the door and locked it, further preventing him from escaping. It was just him and Aizawa now in the room.

Aizawa let out a disbelieving chuckle. "That was quite a stunt you pulled. I didn't expect you to react that way, I'm sorry for not being clearer about my intentions." Aizawa was about to continue when his eyebrows knitted together. Aizawa examined the boy a bit closer this time and realized he was still panicking. "Hey, hey, it's okay just breathe. You aren't in trouble we just want to help you."

Izuku fiercely shook his head and brought his hands up to his hair and pulled it. He felt tears start to leak down his face, he pulled his hair again. It wasn't working. He felt humiliation creep up on him due to his display, he was having a panic attack in front of his teacher. He wrapped his arms around his chest, catching Mr. Gooey in his self-embrace. Breathy sobs started to leave his body. He curled himself up into a tight ball, trying to block out the rest of the world.

It was too much. Too much. Too much, I can't breathe helphelphelphelp.

"Midoriya," Aizawa said firmly. "Look at me." He gently brought Izuku's head up so he was making eye contact with Aizawa. He helped Izuku slowly uncurl, then he grabbed Izuku's hand and placed it over his chest. "Breathe with me, okay?" Aizawa took an exaggerated inhale and then and exhale. "Copy me." Izuku followed Aizawa's breathing pattern, it was hard but he eventually managed to slow his breathing down to a normal level.

Now that Izuku had his breath back his sobs were coming out in an increasing volume. The sobs started to turn into wails. Big fat tears were running down his face, he brought his arms up to cover his face from view. He felt so much shame and embarrassment. He completely flipped out and attacked his teacher's and now they know. After the way he reacted they certainly know something is wrong. There is no way in hell they are going to let it slide.

They are going to expel you. You don't belong here.

More cries left him, his thoughts were right he didn't belong here. He was stupid to think he did. He felt arms wrap around him. He looked up Aizawa was hugging him. Why was he doing that? He was going to be kicked out, so why hug him?

"You aren't going to be kicked out." Aizawa muttered.

Oops, had that been out loud? "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry. I d-didn't m-mean to h-h-hurt you." Izuku said through his sobs.

"You didn't hurt me. We're all fine. You were scared so it's fine. Your actions are forgiven, okay?" Aizawa said trying to comfort the child. "But that doesn't mean you can through food at my face whenever you feel like it. I'll let it slide this time though." He said sternly, but Izuku could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

He nodded towards his teacher, he definitely would not be throwing any more food at him. He let out a sniffle he was starting to calm down. Aizawa let go of Izuku, he appeared to be glad that he stopped crying.

"Now as I was saying earlier, I didn't mean to scare you. I just want to help, I'm sorry I didn't make my intentions clearer earlier." Aizawa said with an apologetic tone.

Izuku nodded as he accepted his apology. "I-it's okay I f-forgive you. I'm a-also s-sorry for f-freaking out."

Aizawa nodded at his apology. "Unfortunately for you I still need you to answer my previous questions."

"D-d-do I h-have to? Can't we d-do it s-some o-other time?" Maybe he could buy some time to come up with a better story.

"No, I don't think so. It's better we just rip it off like a band-aid."

Izuku sadly nodded, there was no escaping now. Aizawa took Izuku's nod as the go ahead.

"Okay, where is your mom Midoriya?"

Small tears started to slip from his eyes. "She's d-dead. She's b-b-been dead f-for six y-years."

Aizawa stared blankly at Izuku. "How did she die?"

A small sob left him. "I-I-I k-k-killed her." Louder sobs left him. "A h-horror took h-her. Ate her? It d-d-did something to h-her. It's a-all my f-fault. I k-k-killed my o-own mother. She's d-dead b-because of me."

Aizawa brought Izuku next to him so he was leaning against his chest. It was a comforting position. "That wasn't your fault. Understand? You can't control them, so it wasn't your fault. You said it was six years ago, you were only nine. You can't be blamed for that, so it's not your fault." Aizawa soothed.

The man let out a sigh. "Okay, next question. I know this is hard but please answer honestly. Where is your dad?"

"I-I-I don't know. I've n-never met him in p-person. I called him the n-night my mom d-died. He t-told me t-to keep it a secret b-because he d-didn't w-w-want me. He s-sends me ch-cheques every month to p-pay the r-rent and for f-food. But f-for the p-p-past y-year he's b-been sending l-less and l-less money. I tried to c-call him one other time, b-b-but he changed h-his number." It was hard admitting all this to his teacher. He's hardly known the man and he was telling him things he hasn't told anybody.

"Then who have you been living with for the past six years?" Aizawa questioned.

"N-nobody but Mr. Gooey. I've been o-o-on my own." Aizawa nodded at the answer, it was worse than he thought.

"We are going to have to take this to Nezu." Aizawa stood up and glanced at Izuku, expecting him to do the same.

"D-do we have t-too?" He questioned nervously.

"Yes" was all the man said. Izuku let out a sigh and stood up and followed Aizawa to the principal's office. He was glad the halls were empty he didn't think he could take people's stares right now. When they arrived at Nezu's office Aizawa lightly knocked on the door and waited for a reply. They both heard a muffled "Come in!"

Aizawa opened the door and escorted Izuku inside.

"Ah, Aizawa and Midoriya welcome to my office, may I interest you in some tea?"

"No thank you. I have some pressing matters we need to discuss with you about Midoriya and his living situation." Aizawa said seriously.

Nezu's ears twitched in interest. "Please then, by all means, take a seat" The small animal gestured to a couple of chairs that were stationed in front of his desk. Once they were seated Nezu spoke again, "Now, what is this pressing matter Aizawa?" he questioned.

"I've just found out that Midoriya's been living by himself with no guardian for the past six years. His mom died due to an accident with his quirk," He shot Izuku a look, "that was nowhere near his fault. His dad, on the other hand, is alive but has abandoned him. He sends Midoriya money every month for him to live off of."

Nezu let out a long hum. "Midoriya I'm very sorry to hear of your family situation. But you must know I can't let you live alone. It's illegal, you must have a guardian present until you become of age."

Izuku felt his heart rate speed up. "Wh-what h-happens to m-m-me now?" He asked. He was afraid of what the answer will be.

Nezu let out a long sigh. "You are a student of U.A. which automatically makes us responsible for you. What complicates things though is that the forms you had signed by your 'mother' to allow this to happen are now voided since the signature is a fake. Which means technically you shouldn't have been accepted as a student here in the first place."

Well, that's it. You're getting kicked out. Thrown out like the useless trash you are.

Aizawa sounded like he was about to protest when the small animal held up a paw in a placating manner. "But due to your unique situation, I'll let you remain as a student here which means you are our responsibility regardless of the contracts."

Izuku let out a sigh of relief, he really thought he was going to be kicked out this time.

"Are you allowed to do that sir?" Aizawa asked skeptically.

The small animal threw his hands in the air "Of course I can, I'm the principal!"

Izuku let out a crooked smile towards Nezu. Nezu smiled back, it seemed he was trying to make the situation a little easier for him to bare. It was working.

"I'll handle the legal issues and I'll have to inform the police of your mom's death. I can handle it by myself as long as you write out what happened. Unless of course, you would like to come with me?" Nezu asked.

Izuku shook his head, he didn't want to talk to anybody else about this. It was hard enough to tell Aizawa. "I'll j-just write i-it down." He mumbled out. Nezu nodded towards him and slid him a piece of paper and a pen.

"Just make sure you sign your name below it after." The animal stated. "Now the second issue we have to address. Where young Midoriya is going to be staying for the remainder of his time in U.A. You can pick anyone you want that's a teacher here, but you have to pick someone."

Izuku worried away at his lip. He has to live with one of his teachers? That was going to be weird. He chanced a glance towards Aizawa, he was staring at him almost expecting him to ask him. He was too afraid to ask him, Aizawa seemed to recognize this.

"I'll watch over the kid. He has a dangerous quirk that he can't always control, it would only make sense that he comes stays with me." Aizawa said in a bored tone.

Nezu turned towards Izuku. "Well is that alright with you?" He asked.

Izuku nodded his head. Aizawa was right, he could erase his quirk whenever there was a horror.

Nezu clapped his hand together. "Alright! Perfect. I'll just change some files and drop down by the police station this evening. You both are dismissed, please do inform me of any other problems or if Aizawa doesn't work out for you. Also you two can have the rest of the day off to get settled. Aizawa, I won't dock your pay since this was out of your control."

Izuku silently nodded as a response, he seemed to have lost his voice.

You're making a mistake. You'll get him killed.

They both left the office in awkward silence, neither didn't know what to say to each other.

"Well, that's not how I thought things would turn out." Aizawa said tiredly.

"Mr. Aizawa y-you didn't h-h-have to do that. I c-can pick someone e-else i-if It's to m-much of a b-b-bother." Izuku stuttered out. He really didn't want to inconvenience his teacher.

The man hummed. "It's not a bother. Are you allergic to cats?"

Izuku was caught off guard by the off topic question. Did he have a cat? "No, I'm n-not"

"Good because if you were then you would be a problem." Aizawa sounded slightly relieved.

Izuku let out a small sigh. If that was the only criteria then he should be fine.

They had stopped by Izuku's apartment to gather anything he wanted to bring over. Izuku had returned with a small bag filled with a sad amount of personal belongings. Izuku was glad that his teacher didn't comment on it.

They now stood in front of Aizawa's apartment door. Izuku could feel his anxiety swirling in his stomach. He really hoped he made the right decision in telling Aizawa about his parents. The man unlocked the door with a click and opened it. Izuku looked around the apartment. The room had nice wood floors and the furniture was in warm colours. It was overall homier then he expected. He was greeted by a friendly slim black cat and was informed that her name was Boo. Izuku thought she was adorable.

"The guest room is the last door down that hall. The room beside yours is mine. The one across from my room is the washroom. Feel free to unpack and get settled." Aizawa said, interrupting Boo's petting session.

Izuku nodded at Aizawa and headed towards the instructed room. It had light blue walls and a dark wood floor. There was a simple desk, closet, and a bed by a window. The first thing he did was close the blinds for the window. He didn't like having a visible window since that night. He supposes his fear of windows in his room was irrational since it wasn't the window that harmed him. But he couldn't help but associate it with the horror.

He unpacked his clothes and hung them up in the closet, it didn't take long since he didn't have that much. The final thing he took out was an old All Might action figure from when he was a kid and a picture of him and his mother. It was, unfortunately, the only picture he had of her with them together. He placed the two objects on the desk and then sat on the bed.

"So much can happen in one day huh Gooey?" He waited for the blobs non-existent response. He was about to reply when Aizawa lightly knocked on the door.

"Who're you talking to?" He asked.

Izuku let out a nervous chuckle "U-u-uhm s-sorry, it's w-w-weird. I w-was talking to Mr. G-Gooey. It's a h-habit I p-picked u-up. I'll s-stop if it b-b-bothers you." He said ashamed and embarrassed. He must look like a real basket case.

"I don't care if you talk to it or not. I just want you to know that if you ever need to talk to someone you can talk to me. No matter the reason, even if you're just lonely. You've missed out on a lot of conversations in your life so we need to make up for that."

"O-okay…" Izuku wasn't sure how to respond to that. He started to awkwardly scratch his arm.

Aizawa let out another sigh. "Anyways I made you another lunch since the last one ended up all over my face." He said this in a joking tone.

Izuku's face lit up. He would be lying if he said he wasn't hungry. "Th-thank you, Mr. Aizawa!"

Aizawa led Izuku to the apartment's kitchen. He sat at the table and a plate of food was placed in front of him. It appeared to be some sort of fried noodle dish. Whatever it was Izuku didn't care, he would have been grateful for it even if it tasted like trash. He smiled at the taste of the food. Aizawa was a really good cook!

"Th-this is r-really good! Th-thank y-y-you!" He said happily.

"It's no problem." The man mumbled.

Izuku smiled happily at Aizawa. So far everything was going well. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living here after all.

Unless of course, you kill him too.

His smile faltered. He couldn't let that happen. If he killed Aizawa as well he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

How do you live with yourself now? You should have been the one to die, not mom.

'You're right.' He bitterly thought.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa asked. "You went from happy to moody."

"O-oh it's nothing. I p-promise. I w-was j-just thinking is a-all." Izuku replied.

You liar.

"You promise that's all?" Aizawa said.

"P-p-p-p-promise." He harshly stuttered out.

Aizawa shot him a knowing glare.

Liar.