Despite Torino's confidence to Toshinori in the hospital, it didn't take a genius to see that there's something wrong with the kid. From the moment he'd woken up in the hospital, Midoriya had been in something of a daze. He probably could have stayed another few days to make sure that his injuries were healed but the kid insisted on going through with his discharge.
So Friday morning, the last day of the internship, Gran Torino walks his student out of the hospital. It's difficult, what with Midoriya using a crutch for his bad leg and his right wrist in a brace, but they make it back to the house eventually. The kid will be going home soon since he can't do anything more with Midoriya injured like he is, not to mention the suspension on his teaching license. But he needed to liven the boy up before he leaves.
"Sit down before you fall down, kid," Torino demands as he pushes open his front door. "I'll make up some breakfast."
Midoriya nods dully and hobbles over to the kitchen table, slumping into the chair and resting his crutch next to it. Torino quickly cooks up a few eggs and pours them over a bowl of rice. The food is set before the kid with a pair of chopsticks.
"No taiyaki?" Midoriya says with a weak smile.
"After the couple of days you had, you'll need more than that to recover your strength." Torino answers, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye for his reaction. Midoriya hums quietly before starting to eat in silence. Torino huffs to himself, if the kid wants to play hard ball then so be it. "All right, tell me what's wrong. Sitting there brooding won't make things any better."
"It's nothing," the boy answers in a monotone.
"Bullshit," Torino snaps, getting a raised eyebrow for his efforts. "You went through a day that would have scared the pants offa most pros. I know you're not okay, so talk to me. That PTSD stuff they told you about in the hospital? It's real and it'll only get worse if ya just sit there and mope."
"I'm not moping," Midoriya mopes with an annoyed expression. "And I don't have PTSD, at least I uh, don't think I do. It's," the kid looks down at his breakfast with a frustrated expression. "Why did you even you sponsor me? You've been retired for years, I'm sure you didn't wake up one day and decide to mentor a Gen Ed student."
"I already told ya," Torino says, mulling over the kid's unusual question. "I saw you in the Sports Festival and I realized that you were someone with the makings of true heroism. I wanted to test your skill for myself and, believe me, you passed with flying colors."
"If you'd really watched the Festival then you should've seen that Todoroki lost our fight on purpose and Iida didn't try very hard either," Midoriya says sharply, still staring down at his meal. "Kacchan was the only one who gave it his all and I didn't stand a chance against him. I only made it to second because all of my other opponents were too afraid of hurting me. Even Stain and Shigaraki treated me delicately, it's the only reason I made it out alive."
"Hey, you earned that silver medal because of your brains and hard work. What you did was demonstrate your potential; now that you're in a real hero course, you'll only get better." Torino pauses, "as for the villains, easy or not you still kicked their asses. I know it's frustrating being viewed as weak but that's their problem, not yours. Use it to your advantage and they'll learn pretty quickly not to underestimate ya."
"It doesn't matter how much I improve," Midoriya says, stabbing his chopsticks angrily into his rice. "No matter what I do, I'll always just be the crazy kid playing at being a hero without a quirk." This wasn't good at all. He'd assumed the kid had been shaken up by his fights but now Torino's seeing that this is a much deeper issue.
"Woah, slow down there," Torino says. "You gotta a lot of people in your corner who believe you have what it takes. Half of being a hero ain't about your quirk, it's about your determination to not let the world beat ya down. Like All Might with that big, dumb grin of his."
"Then I guess I'm just not cut out to be a hero," Midoriya sighs roughly, looking up at him steady eyes before ducking away. "I appreciate your kindness, Torino-san but I've been giving this serious thought while I was in the hospital and I think I've just been wasting everyone's time. After what happened the other day, I'm not sure if I have what it takes to be an effective hero. I'm thinking of transferring back to General Education."
Torino looks at the boy feeling stunned and angry. Where the hell did this come from? This ain't the same kid who was pushing refrigerators at the break of dawn just a few days ago. He narrows his eyes; the kid looks too steady for this to be a new slump. How long have these thoughts been building in the back of his head?
"Thank you for looking out for me, sir," Midoriya says, pushing away his mostly untouched food and standing up to give a bow. "You saved my life several times during the incident and I can't express how much it means to me. I know my actions caused you trouble and I'm sorry for that, it's probably best if I didn't take up any more of your time. The station isn't too far away, I'll be fine getting there on my own."
"Kid-" Torino says but Midoriya is already climbing the stairs to get his stuff, stubbornly refusing to use his crutch. Torino pushes himself out of the chair and is waiting at the bottom of the stairs when the boy comes back down with his backpack over one shoulder.
"Look at me, Midoriya," Torino commands as the boy picks up the case containing his damaged hero costume. "You've had a rough couple of days, but you are going to get through it, ya know why?" he says, poking the boy in his stomach with his cane. "Because I've been around the block and I know a thing or two about greatness and I can see that you've got it in spades. I ain't seen a kid with that much gumption since Toshi- uh All Might was just a skinny scrap of a thing."
"T-T-Torino-san," the boy stutters out with a wide-eyed expression.
"I ain't done yet," Torino says sharply. "You made mistakes the other night, I'm sure, and maybe things woulda turned out different if ya had a quirk. But you know what woulda happened if you weren't there at all? That friend of yours would've died and the Hero Killer would still be on the loose. No matter what those ugly thoughts of yours are saying, you've already made a difference to a lot of people. No one can save everyone, not even All Might." Torino squints up at the kid, "Ya hearing me?"
"Yeah," Midoriya says with a thoughtful frown. Well, that's enough for now.
"Alright, get boy," Torino says with another light smack of the cane. "I want you to think good and hard about your future over the weekend. You need to be absolutely certain when you make your choice. And when you make the right one, you come back to me and I'll smack ya around some more. Ya got a long way to go but I know you can become a great hero."
"Uh ok," the kid smiles. "Thank you for everything and uh I'll consider what you said. Goodbye Torino-san," Midoriya lifts up his case and hobbles down the front steps.
"By the way kid," Torino interrupts. "You never did tell me your name, from one hero to another."
"O-oh," Midoriya stammers, "it's uh Deku, I think?" Midoriya looks down at the ground. "It's an old nickname, it means useless. I was uh trying to reclaim it but now, I don't... yeah, it's Deku."
"Hmm," Torino says. "I'd leave out the part about it being useless but I look forward to working with you in the future, Deku." With a last awkward smile, Midoriya Izuku turns and continues his unsteady trek to the train station. Torino waits until the kid is out of sight before he walks back into his house and dials a familiar but unused number on his phone. It picks up after only a few rings.
"Toshinori, it's me, we have a problem. Get your skinny ass over here so we can talk about what to do with your kid."
XxX
"Not two weeks into your transfer and you're already causing trouble," Shouta says barely a second after Midoriya answers the door.
It's early afternoon on the last day of internship week; he should be catching up on sleep and paperwork but this term has been one thing after another. The boy startles, as if it's a total surprise that his teacher would show up at his home to check up on him after he was hospitalized by a serial killer. He's pretty sure there's something wrong with Midoriya and it has nothing to do with his lack of a quirk.
"Are you going to let me in before or after you fall over?" He questions dully when Midoriya doesn't move.
"Well if I do, you could just walk over me," Midoriya says as he pulls opens the door. Shouta nods as he steps into house. He's well enough to be making jokes apparently, as self-deprecating as they are. "Um my mom is making stew if you'd uh like to stay for lunch." He continues on awkwardly as he directs Shouta to the couch. He's limping badly on his injured leg and of course he's not using crutches or anything.
"No, I won't be here that long. I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing," he eyes the boy critically. Physically, the damage doesn't seem too bad but mentally... "Todoroki and Iida said that you were doubting your place in the hero program." The pleasant half smile falls off of Midoriya's face.
"Oh," he says quietly, looking down and playing with his hands. "I-" he starts before stopping and biting his lip. Shouta waits patiently; this isn't his first time working a student through their insecurities. "I let him hurt Todoroki and Iida." He finally gets out. "And then I-I hurt him really bad."
"You fought a man who has killed people older and more experienced than you; the fact that the three of you survived at all is a testament of your skills." Shouta counters easily. "And in our industry, sometimes excessive force is an unfortunate, but necessary, reality."
"He was going easy on me and I still messed up. No one is taking me seriously and I can't help but wonder if someone else should be in my place." Midoriya admits stubbornly, making eye contact again. "For all the good I can do, someone with a quirk can probably do it better."
"I saw you defeat plenty of powerful quirks in the Sports Festival, both in a group and individually," Shouta says in a bored tone. He thought Midoriya was smarter than this. "You know that strength doesn't come from quirks themselves but from how they are applied. You may be quirkless but the thought and precision you put into your fighting style makes up for it." Midoriya slumps back against the couch, looking for more excuses.
"You never asked how I transferred from General Education," Shouta veers off topic.
"I uh didn't want to pry," Midoriya says, shifting uncomfortably.
"For other students it may be prying but, for you, it's important for your growth," Midoriya looks shyly through his bangs so Shouta continues. "It wasn't as biased as it is now but Yuuei still favored physical quirks over subversive ones like mine. I knew I wanted to be a hero but I didn't know how. At first, I tried to match the others in brute strength only to find myself failing. Only once I developed a fighting style that complemented my quirk was I able to progress. From there, like yourself, I made my impression at the Sports Festival and transferred shortly after."
"That's amazing, Sensei," Midoriya grins before it slowly slides off. "But what does that have to do with me?"
"Stop comparing yourself to your classmates, to anyone with a quirk," he states bluntly. "You won't get anywhere trying to be like them when you don't fit the mold. The next three years should be spent finding and honing your own abilities until you reach the potential I know you have." Midoriya blinks owlishly at him before looking down at his hands.
"Will that be enough?" He asks quietly.
"Not always as you found out with Native," Midoriya flinches violently. "But it was enough for Iida and Todoroki, not to mention all the other prospective victims you saved so it's up to you if the risk of failure is worth more than the chance to succeed." Midoriya doesn't speak, still staring intently down at his hands. Shouta decides he's said enough and stands up.
"I'm available by phone if you have any more questions over the weekend." He pauses, "you got lucky in Hosu, both with the Hero Killer and the League. You might not get lucky again, your options are to drop out or to improve. You have the power to do both, the choice is yours."
"Izuku, lunch is read- oh!" A woman Shouta presumes is Midoriya's mother says as she bustles out of the kitchen. "Sweetie, you didn't tell me we had company." She says tautly as she not so subtly moves in front of her son. Ah, so that's where he gets it from.
"My apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Aizawa Shouta, I'm your son's homeroom teacher. I wanted to check in and see how he was doing after his ordeal. I didn't mean to intrude; I was just about to leave." He says, dropping into a bow before making his way towards the door. "Think about what I said, I'll see you in class when you're recovered," he says almost gently before he walks out the door and leaves his student with his mother and his thoughts.
XxX
"I actually cannot believe Chiura-sensei is making me stay after school, I didn't do anything wrong!" Patrick complains as the final bell rings and the rest of them get up to leave. Shinsou looks at him with an annoyed expression.
"You were talking on your phone," Shinsou responds dully, "in the middle of homeroom."
"My dad's in New York all week, that was the only time we could talk," Patrick whines. "Surely Sensei could understand that?"
"Then you should have made your excuses and talked in the hallway," Korudo says with a groan.
"But then I would have missed homeroom!" Akane smiles fondly as she reviews the notes from the last student council meeting. The next meeting is later today but, with all the hero classes still away on their internships, it's probably going to be pretty boring.
Speaking of which, she checks her phone for what feels like the hundredth time. She scrolls back up to last conversation they'd had with Midoriya almost two days ago. He'd said his mentor was taking him out to fight some thugs but since then, there's been nothing. The others told her not to worry but it's just not like Midoriya to go completely silent like that for days on end, especially when he'd been so talkative the first part of the week.
Vampira: Hey, just checkin in again
She sends to him in the hopes that maybe he'll respond. Like he has the other ones, she thinks glumly, looking at all the unanswered messages. Korudo thinks Midoriya is leaving them behind, Patrick whispers that he's gotten involved in some secret hero business and Shinsou mentioned that Midoriya is probably too busy to respond. But that still doesn't stop her from feeling that something is wrong. She's gone back to her notes when her phone buzzes.
MightyBoy: Hi
"Woah Taketsu, don't have an aneurysm," Patrick says as she scrambles for the phone.
"Shut up, it's Midoriya," she answers testily as she quickly responds.
Vampira: Hi! How r u? We've been so worried!
"Oh so Mr. High and Mighty finally gets back to us," Korudo says with an eye roll.
"Shut up Korudo, he's got more important things to do than cater to us," Shinsou says before turning to her. "Tell him we need to talk when he gets back. I need to get notes on his training schedule."
MightyBoy: Sorry
Akane bites her lip, no long drawn out apologies? No explanation for where he's been?
Vampira: R u alright?
"Ask him how his internship went! I heard they finally caught the Hero Killer in Hosu. That video came out and someone who looked like Midoriya was there with that big bat creature," Patrick says thoughtfully. "The Police said it was some minor sidekick but you never know."
"Don't be an idiot, Midoriya's internship wasn't anywhere near Hosu," Korudo sighs. "Besides, they're saying Endeavor was the one who captured him they did say some students witnessed it but it was probably just his kid."
MightyBoy: It's been a rough couple of days.
MightyBoy: Sorry I haven't been in contact, they didn't want me using my phone in the hospital
"Hospital?" Akane shrieks, causing her friends to jump but she's too concerned to pay them any mind as she furiously texts back.
Vampira: The hospital! What happened!?
Her phone indicates that he's typing something only for it switch off and start up again. Now she's really getting worried. The first year internships are notorious for being something akin to training wheels so how did he end up in the hospital?
MightyBoy: Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry
Akane is already grabbing her things and texting the class president that she'll be missing the meeting this afternoon. Midoriya telling her not to worry always has the opposite effect. Sometimes the idiot is too stubborn to know it's okay to ask for help.
"Something's wrong with Midoriya, I need to go check on him." Akane says as she grabs her bags and rushes towards the door before they ask to go with her. She might've taken Patrick if he weren't busy but Shinsou and Korudo are too abrasive for something like this. One train ride later and she finds herself knocking on Midoriya's door. She's been here a few times before but while the little apartment had always seemed inviting before, she can't help but feel anxious now.
"Just a second," Midoriya-san calls from inside before opening the door. "Oh! Akane-chan! It's lovely to see you; I like what you've done with your hair."
"Thanks, uh is Midoriya here? We've been kind of worried about him." Akane asks quietly.
"Yes, come in," Midoriya-san says pulling open the door. "I must say I'm glad you came. He hasn't been himself since he got back. I can't go into details but..." Midoriya-san's teary expression tells Akane all she needs to know. "Izuku, your friend is here." Midoriya looks up from the couch.
"What happened to your leg?" Akane asks in a panic as she notes the bandages wrapped all around his lower leg. Midoriya blinks at her.
"What happened to your hair?" She fingers her hair, now cut to her chin. That's right, since he hasn't been around all week he didn't get a chance to see her new haircut. She'd planned on surprising him when he got back but that was before whatever the hell happened during his internship. "What are you doing here?"
"I was worried so I came to see how you were doing," Akane says, setting her bag down and taking the chair opposite the couch.
Midoriya looks even worse up close. There are bruises covering him everywhere and, in addition to his leg, his throat and forearms are also wrapped in bandages plus his right wrist is in a brace. But even more worrisome, there's a lifelessness in his eyes that she's never seen from him before.
"This is perfect, I was just heading out to get groceries," Midoriya-san says, leaning down to kiss her son's head. "I won't be long. Take care of him while I'm away Akane-chan, he's had a tough time lately."
"It's a full-time job, I know," Akane says as Midoriya-san shuffles out of the house.
"You didn't have to come," Midoriya mutters before looking up at her shyly. "When did you cut your hair?"
"Who cares about that! Who beat you up in a dark alley?" Midoriya flinches. "Ok, let's do this, a question for a question. I cut my hair on Tuesday, after school. I've been meaning to do it for a while and it just seemed like the right time. Why were you in the hospital?"
"I got a bit banged up during my internship, it's no big deal," he frowns, turning away from her.
"Like hell it's no big deal," Akane says sternly, barely controlling her temper. "It looks like someone tried to murder you so stop pretending everything is fine when it's clearly not!"
"It doesn't even matter," Midoriya grunts, sinking into the couch. "Look, my mentor and I wound up in Hosu when monsters were attacking. One of my friends in 1-A found the Hero Killer and fought him back, okay?"
"Oh my god," Akane whispers with wide eyes. "He's killed over a dozen heroes, what the hell were you thinking? Why didn't you call for backup?" She asks angrily because, damn him, that was such a Midoriya thing to do. This boy is going to give her grey hairs.
"I did call for back-up; I messaged Todoroki who brought Endeavor to the alley." Midoriya frowns and turns away with a bitter expression. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. My friends got in trouble for using their quirks without a license so the police gave Endeavor credit instead. Didn't affect me though, no one ever seems to forget that I don't have a quirk." His expression turns sad as he sighs, "like always."
"That's not at all what the news said... not that I don't believe you," she says cautiously. Usually her friend is an open book but Akane can't help but feel like she's walking in a field of landmines right now. "I'm mad as hell for you doing something so reckless but shouldn't you be proud? This is what you wanted to do, right? Stop villains, save people?"
"Not like this, I'm-," Midoriya takes a deep breath and stops himself before he can continue what's sure to be an impassioned rant. "It's not important. My question now, why has Shinsou been freaking out in our group chat."
"Hey, one thing at a time," Akane says gently. "You went through an awful lot, it's okay to feel frustrated."
"Is it? I should be used to being treated like this by now," Midoriya snaps. "My friends pitied me, the Hero Killer and the League of Villains went easy on me-"
"Wait, the League of-" Akane interrupts but Midoriya barrels on anyway.
"-and the police completely overlooked the fact that I broke the law just as much as my friends but couldn't stop gushing about how proud they were given my disability." He practically spits the word out. Akane almost recoils; she's never seen him like this before. "How can I claim to be a hero if I can't even get people to treat me like a real person?"
"Midoriya..." he deflates a little bit and some of the anger leeches out of him. He flops back on the couch and throws an arm over his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to blow up at you. I'm- I'm just tired." He looks so sad, so defeated lying there.
"Your teacher in 1-A pulled Shinsou out of class on Wednesday," she begins quietly. "Apparently he thinks Shinsou has the potential as a hero and, if he trains himself and his quirk more, Eraser would consider advocating for his transfer to Heroics. I don't think I've ever seen him look so genuinely happy before." She smiles slightly at the thought of the enormous grin on Shinsou's face when he'd told them.
"Shinsou's got a great quirk for hero work, I've always said that," Midoriya says in surprisingly stiff tone. "Aizawa-sensei has a similar quirk so I knew he'd like him. Despite what Sensei said, Shinsou is probably a better fit for Heroics than me. A villainous quirk is better than no quirk after all."
"What are you talking about?" Akane frowns. "Shinsou is great but you beat him in the Sports Festival for a reason. He needs to stop blaming others for his problems and move forward on his own," she eyes her friend critically. "When did you become so negative?"
"You don't understand, none of you do!" Midoriya shouts, "all I do is fight and struggle and I'm never good enough. You don't know what I've been through, how hard I've had to work just to compensate for the fact that I don't have a quirk!"
"This isn't about quirks!" She shouts back.
"That's easy for you to say when you've had one your whole life. You can be somebody beyond the freaky quirkless kid. That's all I'm ever going to be no matter what I do and I'm sick of it!" He glares furiously down at his lap, balling his fists into his sweatpants.
"You think others don't know what it's like to feel hopeless? Or that we don't suffer because of their quirks? I almost died because of mine!" She doesn't realize what she's said until Midoriya is looking at her with wide eyes. Oops. She runs a hand through her short hair.
"You're right, I don't know what you've been through but you don't exactly have a monopoly on hardship." She frowns and looks away, dredging up bad memories as she exposes the ugly scar cutting across her left wrist. "I tried to stop a mugger in a convenience store when I was 12, thinking I was the next All Might or something. I cut my wrist and fought back but he got away and I spent over a month in the hospital from sepsis when I got a blood infection."
"Taketsu," Midoriya whispers, all of his earlier anger gone and replaced by sympathy.
"I cut my hair because I had to put that dream aside, my quirk isn't suited for heroism but, more than that, I'm not suited for it." She looks up at her friend. "After the hero kids got attacked at USJ, I was so scared but you were fired up, ready to use the opportunity to improve. That's why you're going to be a great hero; you never let anything stop you."
"Yeah well maybe I should stop," Midoriya pouts, looking down again.
"Hey, look at me," she chastises, drawing his attention. "I get that you're angry, you have a right to be. You told me you wanted to change society so do it. Keep fighting and struggling because even though it's hard, you're going to turn heads and change opinions eventually. It won't happen overnight maybe not over a lifetime, but I believe you can make a real difference."
"I," Midoriya stops and stares into space for a minute or two before turning back to her with a wry smile and light back in his eyes. "So basically you're telling me to raise hell. I've got to say that's not what I expected to hear from the Assistant Rep."
"A certain quirkless boy taught me that sometimes you gotta shake things up before you can move forward," Akane grins back.
"He sounds like a lunatic," Midoriya laughs, genuinely laughs.
"Absolutely, the best kind," she laughs in return, just glad to see some life return to her friend's face. This is only the beginning, there's going to be more anger and more stumbling blocks along the way. But as long as he remembers that he isn't alone, things will work out. Midoriya Izuku is going to change the world and no one is going to see him coming.
XxX
All across Japan, the students of class 1-A and 1-B of Yuuei return to their homes from their internships. Some feel inspired, others unfulfilled but they all feel as if they've gained something from the experience and plan on making the most of it once regular classes resume.
Iida Tenya: Attention everyone! This is important! a message appears on the screens of all of the students in his class in the early evening. They look at their phones, wondering what their class representative has to say.
Iida Tenya: Midoriya is considering transferring out of Class 1-A and returning to General Education. We cannot let this happen.
TeaChild: What!? No way! How do u kno this? Did he call u?
Iida Tenya: I can't give details but something terrible happened during the internships and it's caused Midoriya to doubt his place in our class.
Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh no, what happened?
Serophane: Wait Iida, weren't you in Hosu? Is this about all the crazy stuff that went down there?
Tailman: I read Endeavor took down the Hero Killer, I know Todoroki spent the week with his father but was Midoriya there too?
TeaChild: How did we get to Hosu from Deku? I thought he was interning somewhere in the suburbs.
Froppy: Midoriya was definitely in Hosu, he sent out that mass text with his location pin remember?
Froppy: Plus that video where the Noumu creature kidnapped someone looked an awful lot like him
Invisible_Girl: I forgot about that!
Tailman: Yeah but the Police confirmed it was some minor hero I think.
Todoroki: The person was recovered from the Noumu, the rest doesn't matter.
Iida Tenya: Our fight and anything that happened in Hosu has been made confidential, so we cannot explain anymore. Please, we are talking about Midoriya.
Todoroki: Midoriya came into the city with his sponsor and we were drawn into a fight. Midoriya did well but was despondent when he left the hospital this morning.
RadRiot: THE HOSPITAL? WHAT HAPPENED R U OK?
Todoroki: The three of us received injuries. Midoriya left this morning but Iida and I will be here a few more days at least.
Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that you were hurt. We will organize something to wish you well.
Iida Tenya: Thank you, we appreciate it.
TeaChild: U guys r making NO sense. How did u all meet up? Y were u all in Hosu? Who did u fight?
TeaChild: U can't just drop this bomb on us & then not explain
TeaChild: Also y is Deku leaving the class?
xXUnholy Purveyor Of DarknessxX: It does seem very out of character for him to abandon something he's worked so diligently for.
LightningLad69: Wait, Midoriya was fighting ACTUAL villains? He just transferred in, it's not right he had to get involved
Iida Tenya: Cease that line of thought now, Kaminari! It is because of such comments that Midoriya is so disheartened!
PinkLady: GIVE US THE DEETS PREZ
Iida Tenya: I almost died.
Iida Tenya: I was moments away from being killed when Midoriya showed up. He was the one who summoned Todoroki and kept me safe until the heroes arrived.
Iida Tenya: Please don't disrespect Midoriya's capabilities because I can assure you that I would not be here without him.
"Oh man," Kaminari mutters as he pauses eating his dinner to fully absorb the magnitude of the message. Yaoyorozu gasps softly from her study desk and closes her books hastily to focus on the chat. Uraraka is near tears as she begins typing again.
TeaChild: IIDA OMG WHAT! WHO THE HECK WERE U FIGHTING WHERE WAS UR SPONSOR?
Todoroki: We cannot give anymore details for legal reasons.
Lightninglad69: DUDE REALLY?
Todoroki: We should not have told you this much but Iida and I believed this was important.
RadRiot: Damn, I'm sorry u guys had to go through that. We're here if u need it.
Yaoyorozu Momo: Agreed, let us know if we can do anything.
Iida Tenya: I appreciate the gesture but I'm more worried about Midoriya.
Iida Tenya: When he left this morning, Midoriya was frustrated and disheartened. He was upset by his perceived failures and angry with the blatantly different treatment he received from the villains, the police and even Todoroki and I.
Froppy: What do you mean by villainS, how many people did you fight?
LightningLad69: That's craz
LightningLad69: GUYS HOLY FUCK
LightningLad69: CHECK THE NEWS WHAT THE FUCK IM FREAKING OUT
Serophane: holy shit
Invisible_Girl: !
Todoroki: What's going on?
PinkLady: MIDOS GONE MAD!
PinkLady: BOYS U GOT SOME 'SPAINING TO DO!
Iida Tenya: I'm afraid I agree with Todoroki, what is happening? Did Midoriya do something?
EarphoneJack: signed his own death warrant when sensei gets through with him
TeaChild: OMG DEKU WHAT R U DOING
TeaChild: Do u guys have a tv in ur room? Or internet? u need to check this out
This chapter is a whirlwind of emotions: all the guilt and depression being chipped away until you're left with a surprisingly angry and bitter Deku. Pretty much everyone predicted that he'd get his confidence back after talking with his teachers but what is he up to now? Muahaha a cruel little cliffchanger I realize hopefully one that pays off. Thank you for stopping by.