The crunch of the dirt under his feet sounded piercing in utter silence. Most would see the scene in front of them and cry tears of sorrow, but for Midoriya, all that he felt was a serene drip of blood on his tight knuckles and his exhaustion settling into his creaky bones.

Gasping for air, Midoriya blinked. Unravelling a sting in his eyes that seemed to not notice, unlocking the pain from his long stare down.

A piercing ring echoed into his ears that he soon registered as the cheering of the crowd.

Upon this revelation, he could not stop the unhinged jubilation and ecstasy that washed over him. It was only natural for a monster like himself to thrive here among his people.

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Right?

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No.

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That wasn't right. Was it?

Wasn't he a Hero? A kind person? Why would he -of all people- be doing this? Why did it feel so suitable? He didn't know why but it all just felt false. To him, The fundamental world felt a couple of inches off the natural course, like some integral knowledge he had was missing. Sort of Like how he had noses', had been removed from his mind.

Though the time for weird existential crises was over, he felt the familiar feeling of his wrist being placed in restraints climb up his limbs. Looking over his shoulder at the poor sap who was stuck in the same arena, There size made them look like a child more than anything but their wrinkles dictated someone of old age.

Not that it changed much.

He was just a monster after all. Compassion and kindness were foreign concepts to him.

To say class 3-A was a mess would be an understatement. The only way to accurately describe their mental status at the time would be fragile.

To name a few cases of events to point out this obvious fact, Kirishima had officially broken everyone's desk at least once with excessive force. Jiro seemed to be displaying symptoms of PTSD, flinching from any loud noises and Koda had a panic attack that resulted in the need for a section of the school to be quarantined from the rodent outbreak.

Turns out, Sending children to war. A war that took away most of their formative time in high school, was not a bright idea for a collective decision to protect the future, even if the result was officially winning.

Hound-Dog may be a great therapist and guidance counsellor, but even he had limits working with twenty students.

This was a good enough reason why The teachers, plus the principal, were gathered today in a conference room.

The room itself was barren in comparison, to its former glory post-war, but they didn't have much of a budget to care about after investing so much into that flying island idea.

Principal Nezu looked across the room counting the number of teachers in the room. The number was quite depressing considering what it use to be. "Ladies and gentlemen there is no easy way of saying this. As educators, we failed our students." A collective groan fell off the room. Whether it was from resignation or some form of melancholy -nobody- could tell.

Sitting up straighter and getting ready to use his voice Eraserhead looked at the principal with his lone eye. "We've already heard this a million times just get this shit over and done with."

A couple of grumbles and a loud 'Language!' was cast around the room, but the heat in the voice didn't pack any punch. Everyone was already too used to the motions these meetings flowed through, Including the familiar scolding for swear words. To be honest, all of them were happy for their little song and dance with how stable and reliable it was.

Clapping his hands once together, Nezu put on a slightly strained smile and continued onwards.

"Yes, But that does not make it any less true with how royally we have screwed up. This meeting today is about how we will address the student's issues moving forward!"

Pulling a folder from his lap, The Principal handed out a piece of paper to each of the other teachers. "This right here is my proposition for how we will try to deal with our student's long-term issues and obvious trauma!"

The lack of cheer from that inspiring speech was telling. Skimming through it, Present Mic did a spit take, Then reread it to make sure he wasn't wrong.

Erazerhead stood up bodily functions tensing from the stress the paper manifested. "ARE YOU INSANE RAT!?" Needless to say, Aizawa wasn't a fan.

On the paper, was the case file for a well-known therapist in the underground hero scene and the only underground one, considering his infamy with his form of treatment wasn't needed -nor wanted- by the public.

"I can assure you, I'm quite sane Erazerhead, and before you start a head hunt for me from just suggesting this idea, let me make my point."

Aizawa sat back done from his outburst and grumbled to himself about how stupid it was. Toshinori just looked befuddled by all the strong reactions -that is until he looked at the man's quirk- then he felt a looming feeling of bile rise from his stomach. Instead, he did what he always did, cough blood into his well-worn handkerchief.

Principal Nezu gave Toshinori a worried look (as worried as a talking rodent could anyway.) and continued onward. "While yes, I will admit using his talent is quite an extreme approach to our student's issues, frankly most of our students are already in extreme states of stress on their own and drastic measures are needed."

"Won't making them relive such trauma only worsen them? I don't see how this could help anyone." A frown was crossed across Toshinori's face while saying this. "I can see the clear perks to this but what if the treatment only sends them into a panic attack..." The real words were implied.

"I-It won't." Everyone in the room turned to Present-Mic. "I um, I've used the guy before. Scary as heck the first time but it does work." A solemn silence fell onto the room at that implication.

"...really? it works?" Toshinori looked heartbroken at his comrade's confession of the man's service.

"Positive."

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"I don't think arguing more of my points will be necessary, a vote of hands who is for the use of this man and his quirk."

Six of eleven hands raise. "and those against?" Only five raises.

Erazerhead pulled down his hand and stared daggers at the little rat he dared to call his boss. The little turd didn't even vote and still won.

"Don't forget Erazerhead. This is and was the last option available. in your words, it's only practical to get it over and done with."

His glare morphed into a deadpan stare transitioning into a long-suffering sigh. "hmph... Fine." Nezu visibly perked up. "BUT." Nezu visibly deflated.

"I want all the details, so I know how is this going to work. I need to watch over them in case anything goes awry." The smug smile from watching his boss's resignation was short-lived when said boss, one, took a deep breath, And two explained to him what he envisioned.

The room was met with silence for the second time that day. The only exception to the silence was the not-so-subtle mutter that their boss was insane from the English teacher. Letting out a long-winded sigh, Toshinori asked the question on top of all their heads.

"Just, WHY? Why make it a whole class activity?"

"The results will speak for themselves. I can assure you All Might." Erazerhead gave a shineless stare to his boss. "You know what? Fine, Let's just stir the pot some more like you'll catch me caring at this point, make this already shit idea worse."

The hatred aimed at him wasn't lost on their boss for once.

"I'm glad we could all could agree. Now all that's left is sorting out the proper paperwork."

The room already knew it was done before they even walked into the room or made a decision. saying that was more of a formality.