Mouse-king very smart.
Maybe too smart.
Give picture cards. Easy cards, help talk!
Hi. Bathroom. Hungry. Thirsty. Exercise. Sleep. Goodbye.
Hi favorite. Like show Hero. Hero funny.
"Hi," Hero deadpans, expression dead when I wave card at him moment he wake. "You know what would be a better greeting? Coffee, or you not breaking the coffee maker."
Probably need more cards soon...
Sorry?
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Mouse-king explain new rules.
Spend time with children, make not nervous.
Like rule. Visit many classes. Very quiet!
Visit lunch first.
Mouse-king walk me there. Lunchroom very quiet. Many eyes, make nervous. Mouse-king pretend not notice, but frog-girl come visit!
"Miss Nomu!"
Wave hi card, not smile. Smile scary, not want scare babies.
"Ah, Asui-san, good afternoon!"
Need more cards.
How you? Like hair. Food good?
Mouse-king understand, very smart, he pat shoulder and smile.
"Miss Nomu and I were just considering lunch. Would you perhaps like to join us?"
Frog-girl sweet baby. Lunchroom not so quiet after.
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Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic, considers the lumbering form of Miss Nomu leering creepily in the back of his class.
The thing looked like some sort of horror extra, it's exposed brain recessed inside what looked like a bird beak with beady little bug-like eyes fixed inside it's brain. He nearly shivers, barely able to breathe at the nasty, massive bulk of muscle extending behind it. Were it not for the dress, he honestly wouldn't have even known it was female, considering the thing's biceps alone were about twice the size of just one of Fatgum's head.
His students fidget nervously, and he has to restrain himself from fidgeting along with them.
What the hell was that rat thinking?
Yeah, sure the principal was brilliant, and, well, yeah, many considered him (rightfully) a tactical genius. But what the hell?
How the hell was he supposed to teach with that thing in the back?
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Visiting classes… hard.
Teachers not like.
Not like Hero not-like, more like Doctor-bald not-like. Wait for leave. Rub face and mutter. Hearing very good, can hear complaints many floors. Teachers not like. Students not like either. Say mean things, say I monster. I not monster—I Nomu! Say I need go jail. Rude.
Try tell Mouse-king.
Mouse-king just smile, pass new words and say get better.
Mouse-king liar.
Not happy. Go get hero (new word, follow!), Hero roll eyes but listen. Make Mouse-king explain (new word, repeat!) and Hero snorts.
"And?"
This why I like Hero. No lies.
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Many days of school.
Old me like school, teach. Happy. New me not sure.
Like Hero's class.
Much easier.
Frog-girl very nice. Sugar boy sneaks me cakes. Rock-head-talk-animals shy, like to sit by and make pink. Sometimes give looks at little purple-bubble-head boy when bad, but he nice too! Fun head balls, like to play with—very sticky!
Other classes okay.
Support class funny. Students busy, not want talk and pink-hair girl like blow up things. Leave quickly, hurt ears. 3rd year heroes quiet, remember one. Blonde—know. Strong, important… Swirly girl brave, come up and speak. Like her lots, give face nuzzles.
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Find Purple Sleepy-Boy!
In wrong room.
Take to right room!
Hero not happy.
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"Now, Miss Nomu," Mouse-king says gently, patting her shoulder. "While I'm sure Young Shinsou appreciates your support in his dream of being a hero, he does have class at the moment."
Nod glumly.
Worried look at Purple Sleepy-boy.
Big eyes, maybe cry? Not want baby cry.
"If he does well at the Sports Festival, he can be considered for a transfer," Hero says, arms folded. Even angry, still so nice. Watch as Sleepy-boy walk with Mouse-king away. "Did you know his quirk?"
Not sure how answer.
Shrug, Hero look sour.
"Is there any actual logic for the reason you think he should be a hero? You could have been arrested for that stunt. I hope you didn't just stick your neck out for nothing. Do you even realize how many favors the principal is cashing in to keep you here?"
I… shrink.
Hero sigh, definitely annoyed.
"Just… Just go in. Ridiculous."
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Aizawa frowns at the substantial, snoring mass on his living room floor.
Why it was in the living room, he couldn't say. It had a bed, one Nezu had generously purchased with its exact dimensions, but it had also remained entirely untouched, still rolled up in his guest room.
He sips at his coffee and sighs, turning instead to the folder in his lap.
Shinsou Hitoshi.
Class 1C, General Department.
Quirk, Brainwashing.
The kid's entrance essay was well written and intriguing. They'd been asked to write about what kind of hero presence they hoped to establish and why. Most students wrote some variation of the same thing: to protect, to help, or to save the day (like All Might). Not that those were bad motivations, but they were rarely truthful.
But this kid?
He wants to be underground.
It'd caught him off-guard. Especially because the kid had the perfect quirk for it, his essay showed he had the inclination for it, his test scores showed he had the intelligence.
And then he watched the video from his entrance exam.
A hot-ass mess. The list of issues was a mile long. Needs improvement in physical fitness, needs a support item, needs martial arts training… He could go on, but there isn't much reason. The kid could have potential, but he'd need to prove it.
Shuffling the folder to the side, Aizawa frowns again at the snoring creature curled up on the floor less than a meter away.
It'd been so insistent, nearly shoving that stupid hero card one of his students (probably Ashido) had made it. But why this kid? What was the connection? He'd learned a lot about his new house guest over the last week, and while it was admittedly incredibly stupid, foolhardy, and childish—it was also surprisingly perceptive.
He'd have to keep an eye on this one.
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Sports Festival is big.
Sports Festival is very, very big.
Like concert, big. Like Superbowl big.
Just high school, why so big?
Hero not understand, think scared. Not scared. Maybe… nervous? Remember story. Green bean break fingers, need fix that. Candy-cane hurt, talk bout Fire-dad. Blasty-blonde get chain to pole—really not like that.
Not do much.
Mouse-king say I stay near.
Hero say I be good or else.
Rude. I always good!