Izuku knew many things.
At a young age he found out he loved analyzing. Through heroes, he found his love of analyzing quirks. After a few years of focusing on the quirks themselves, he realized he could analyze behaviors. He watched, learned, and wrote.
After his mother had peered into one of the notebooks he was working on, he found out just how dangerous the information could be.
"Izuku honey," his mother called. He didn't pay attention and failed to notice just how close she'd gotten. He listened to her breathe hitch from over his shoulder. "Izuku. What is this?"
He turned, watching her reaction, waiting for her tells so he could find out if she was worried or upset. Seeing nothing but curiosity, he spoke. "Mama! I'm writing about people who need help!"
Which, in his young mind, was absolutely the case. He wrote a profile on everyone he saw who he wanted to help with a description and area he'd seen them at.
"That's wonderful sweetie but to help people you have to protect their information," his mother gently explained to him the dangers for other people if someone was cruel enough to take his notebooks and use it for bad.
She smiled sweetly at him, brushing his curls out of his face and asked him if he wanted her to help him protect them, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as he exclaimed, "Of course mama!"
So he learned codes. At the young age of nine, Izuku and his mother went through learning different codes and combining a few to create his own.
After that, Izuku found that he craved knowledge. Not that school wasn't doing anything for him but it was quite the opposite there. He learned early on he wasn't allowed to show what he knew. He learned the material the teachers gave him with ease but was forced to write in enough wrong answers to make his grades average.
And at home, he learned everything he could. From languages, to science, to mechanics and, eventually, he found his way into psychology.
Izuku was fascinated with what he learned, spending his dinners having exciting discussions with his mother instead of the one-sided conversations they used to have when he talked about heroes.
He enjoyed learning, yes, but Izuku loved analyzing. He'd spend his days running experiments; testing to see how much of his intellect he was allowed to show. As Izuku got older he found people still didn't believe he knew what he was talking about.
Izuku and his mother hated that small fact. The fact that Izuku could test his I.Q. if he had gotten something as simple as his mother's weak telekinesis quirk. But soon the duo came to a realization; if everyone were to underestimate them then they'd just play the part.
Soon, the duo began laughing together as they shared stories throughout their day. His mother downright cackled because the defense attorney she was up against had taken one look at her and forgotten she had a degree.
Izuku giggled about his teachers being none-the-wiser. Always passive-aggressively praising him on how well he did (and yes, Izuku still resented that. The stupid stares he'd get if he got his grades just a percent higher than what they usually were) and watching teachers become slightly frustrated as he blushed and pretended to preen at the 'praise.'
Izuku and his mother enjoyed their game nights together. Both of them used underhanded tactics that would work with anyone else and laughed when they noticed that they just made the game longer.
Izuku began finding solace in anonymity online, pretending to be a college-aged student while playing rounds of any strategy game he could find. Eventually, at twelve-years old, he found someone who could hold their own (and even beat him on more than a few occasions) through a chess website.
Izuku and his mother were excited for this new development, although they began to take precautions since they didn't know who it could be. Izuku began coding (he would never call it hacking even if that's exactly what he was doing at this point) and soon enough, their games of chess became games of finding the other's identity.
Both Izuku and the stranger used strong firewalls that were near impenetrable and (more often than not) ended with them calling it a good game, wishing each other luck on their endeavors.
Izuku and his mother were, by all means, the most relaxed they'd ever been.
Izuku continued to write (usually in English but sometimes Spanish) about the basics of a hero he'd seen that day during school but after Kacchan (because for some reason Katsuki threw a fit when Izuku didn't call him that stupid childhood nickname) had not only blown up his notebook but threw it out a window and into a koi pond, he decided against bringing his hobby to school, even if it was the only thing that was stimulating his mind these days.
Izuku continued to keep his mask up when he was saved from the Sludge Villain by All Might. He especially keep up the innocent act after All Might had told him to be realistic with his goals and future endeavors (which seems stupid to say to a child on a rooftop. The man can read social cues right?) and decided All Might would promptly die of a heart attack if he knew all that Izuku knew.
Izuku didn't drop his mask, but he felt it falter as he raced towards the scene of the Sludge Villain choking Katsuki, watching as the heroes hesitated and waited for someone with the right quirk to get on the scene, (as if it was a hostage situation instead of an active murder) and ran, calculating the distance and picked up a rock, throwing it into the villain's eye and allowing Katsuki to get some air before All Might came in, subsequently saving the day.
Izuku's mask didn't drop until he came face to face with Small Might again on his way home.
Izuku peered around behind him, looking at the blonde hair that could only be All Might's and stopped, wondering what the man was here for.
"Young man!" Small Might yelled before being muffled by Izuku's hand.
"How important is this?" Izuku asked. He could see the offer Small Might wanted to make to Izuku in the tension of his shoulders, the way the man wanted to loudly exclaim an offer because of his actions just then, trying to make up for his actions earlier.
"Very." Small Might answered, still muffled by Izuku's hand and yelped when the boy nodded before grabbing the older man's hand and started walking.
"Then I assume this will be a long discussion that no one should have outside since very important for you will mean something much different to me," Izuku took a chance to watch Small Might, looking mystified at the boy before him. He held back a sigh as he continued. "If it is as important as you believe, I will be telling my mother and I expect that if you have a proposal, she wouldn't let me accept without knowing what it entails."
Izuku walked up to his home and opened the door, allowing the man to follow him through and found his mother, quickly giving her the rundown before settling on the couch across from Small Might.
"Before you begin, understand that if we reject this proposal it will stay in this house. The information will not be used against you." Izuku nodded along to what his mother said as Small Might took a breath and began.
Afterwards, Izuku had three people he never had to be fragile (Deku) around and he was excited.
Throughout the training, Izuku would spend his afternoons discussing a foreign topic in English with Small Might, working through the logics of such a quirk with his mentor and mother. Apparently everyone had taken to the quirk in different ways with some more obvious than most.
They rushed through training but Small Might (Yagi, he told us his name is Yagi) hadn't deemed him strong enough to handle the output of the quirk and held off until a week before the entrance exams.
During that time, Izuku felt alive. He watched his arm get encased by lightning as Yagi explained to him the quirk is meant for his whole body, not just his limbs and showed him that he'd never gotten the lightning but his previous mentor had.
Yagi explained how his mentor used the quirk in percents, which led Izuku to meditating with the quirk on, trying to get a feel for where he'd be starting out.
And, after starting UA, worrying about a quirk and it's backstory, and fighting off villain attacks left and right, Izuku never really had the time to slowly break the habits he'd engrained in himself. Which leads us to the current day.
"'Zashi, Nem," Aizawa stated, walking briskly into the teachers lounge. Snipe just rolled his eyes with the other teacher's dramatics. "Can you give me the problem child's tests from your class?"
The teachers occupying the lounge all turned to attention at this. It was quite obvious to anyone who looked that the Green Bean was a staff favorite. The boy was nice, all too willing to leap into danger, and a pleasure to have in class.
"Sure but why?" Nemuri answered, walking over to her desk to look through the graded work of Midoriya.
"What grade does he keep in the class? All of you." Aizawa said, directing the last of his questions to everyone else.
"The lil listener has an 84 in my class!" Mic responded, all too eager to take the chance to talk about the one kid who seemed to understand his jokes he told in English (even if the boy's grades made it look like the boy was okay at best with English).
"Wait," Nemuri said, holding out the boy's files for Aizawa to grab. "He has an 84 in my class too." Nemuri loved the young man who always seemed to love listening to hear her talk about the history of art (and she loved it because the gaze he shot her was one of hunger for knowledge-much different from the gazes she's used to dealing with).
"Wait," Ectoplasm spoke up, shaking his head. "That's super weird since he has an 84 in mine also." Ectoplasm was also fond of the young boy who had asked a question about his quirk and then took his seat, content to learn (it also didn't hurt that the boy never looked at him or his legs like he was too different or not enough to be a hero-the young boy never acted out of hatred either and Ecto had heard his fair share of teenagers hating him for the subject he taught).
"That's why I'm asking about his grades," Aizawa said, hand running through his hair as the other flipped through Midoriya's old grades. "Everyone moves positions at least twice at this point but the kid has stayed at fifth this entire time. With an 84."
The teachers just looked around in bewilderment, wondering how they hadn't caught on to this earlier.
"So what do you want to do?" Nemuri asked, looking over Aizawa's shoulder. He just grinned and pointed at the camera in the corner of the room.
"It's time to get the rat involved."
A typical Wednesday of all things but Aizawa-sensei had given out a pop quiz during his class. One that he implied was meant to review the topics they'd learnt about during the school year. Izuku watched his classmates start looking at ease, confidently filling in the quiz and Izuku just stared at his.
His body may have been still but his mind was running on overdrive. This test, although exciting for him, looked challenging (and that was never supposed to happen. Never at school) so he continued to stare before finally picking up his pencil and filling in as many false answers as he could afford to.
He had thought that everything would be fine, that he could continue the way he had been but he should've known going to school with a principle with intelligence as his quirk wouldn't have much trouble figuring out why his grades consistently stayed the same.
His mind filed around what the possibilities of this meant; of being discovered. He distantly registered the bell going off and he waited around for everyone to leave, ensuring his friends that yes he's fine, he just had a question about the test before turning back to Aizawa-sensei and stared at the man.
"Yes, problem child?" Aizawa-sensei gruffly asked but Izuku could see the tension hiding in his body, the barely furrowed eyebrows and the restraint Aizawa was using to keep from taking Izuku's paper and grading to his heart's content.
So the test was to confirm his suspicions about my grades or Nedzu was in on this, trying to get the staff to see how weird it is for a kid to never move from an 84%.
"Why didn't I get a regular test like my peers?" Izuku asked, dropping the stutter he'd maintained throughout his time during school. Izuku never understood the appeal for tormentors but they all seemed to love it, and at UA the students seemed to think it made him pure.
Izuku watching Aizawa minutely stiffen up, eyes going just the slightest bit more wide and his hands coming together on top of his desk (probably trying for some semblance of control over the conversation. If Aizawa plays his cards right, I'll allow it but if not…)
"The test was designed differently for everyone." Aizawa replied, cutting off Izuku's train of thought. Izuku just blinked at the man, unimpressed.
"If you want to know how smart I am, you can always just ask for me to participate in these tests. I don't mind the work." Izuku replied, watching Aizawa grip his hands before forcibly letting go and staring at Izuku before nodding.
"If it works for you, meet me in the teacher's lounge after school then, problem child."
Izuku nodded, and said his goodbyes while grabbing his things and racing out the room, running feverishly to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet with his head in his hands as he called his mother.
"Hey sweetie, what's going on?"
"They know," Izuku said, still teary-eyed and panicking but his voice betrayed him, showing his awe. "The school knows about my grades and wants to test me to figure out where I place."
"And are you okay with this?" His mother asked, sounding rightfully worried. Every other teacher had made it their mission to try and confess Izuku for cheating just for the bare minimum.
"I think so. It's all so different and I want to know how much I know too." Izuku said, determined in his decision and excited for what the day will bring. He heard shuffling around his mother's office and he laughed when she sighed and muttered profanities under her breath.
"I expect you to have some wonderful stories to tell me. Oh! And make sure to tell Yagi-san to take some pictures. I don't want to have to imagine their reactions." His mother laughed with Izuku, both excited for their new source of entertainment and hopefully some more promising challenges once they find out.
Izuku spent the rest of his day in a haze, talking to his friends, getting some weird looks from the rest of his teachers (not of malice or annoyance but genuine curiosity and Izuku could only hope they wouldn't be doing this just to kick him out for never truly giving it his all while he'd been here) and walking through training exercises.
After Foundational Heroics was over he asked to talk privately to All Might, whispering his mother's request and getting the booming confirmation that the man would be there, ready for the tea and treats that accompanied the nights that Izuku, Yagi and his mother shared.
Once school was over, Izuku dragged himself to the teacher's lounge, waiting for a couple seconds before knocking on the door.
The door swung open, showing off Present Mic without his speaker and jacket on. "Hey lil listener! Who are you here for?"
Izuku nearly let his amusement show, and looked past the man to watch as Yagi struggled to not let his chuckles become audible. Izuku merely smiled at Present Mic before ringing his hands.
"Aizawa-sensei, Sir."
"Shou!" Present Mic yelled in the corner of the room while opening the door further to let Izuku in. Izuku quickly took stock of the teachers within the room, finding everyone except Thirteen and Vlad King. Izuku watched Nedzu and Aizawa look over Izuku's new and previous tests with hunger before turning back to the boy in question.
"Izuku-kun! Wonderful to officially talk with you! Your test scores have been exciting to look through!" Izuku took the unspoken question in stride and allowed his eyes to shine in the curiosity he always felt, while dropping his shoulders and moving into a relaxed stance.
"I'm happy to have provided a good challenge for you and your staff, Principal Nedzu," Izuku made his way into the room, seating himself across from the teacher and principal, watching as the other teachers began looking much more concerned than they should. "Although I do have to ask, what are you hoping to find in my previous tests?"
Nedzu looked at him with a calculating gaze before answering. "I wanted to know what your scores would have been if you answered to the best of your ability. Why didn't you answer to the best of your ability Izuku-kun?"
Izuku flickered his gaze between Nedzu and Aizawa before looking at the rest of the teachers and tilting his head just so at Yagi, who nodded (Izuku knew the teachers knew he was a late bloomer but they definitely had no idea how late).
Izuku sighed and turned towards the two in front of him. "I've maintained 84% my entire schooling career. I was never allowed to get a score above that," Izuku took stock of the reactions in the room and gave them all a soft smile before dropping his metaphorical bomb. "As I'm sure everyone in this room knows, I was an extremely late bloomer and people aren't provided the same opportunities when they don't know they have a quirk."
Izuku nearly laughs at the reactions to his story but they confuse him all the same before he comes to a realization. "Oh. You don't look at the files, do you?" He breathed out, watching a very distraught Aizawa slowly shake his head.
Nedzu flicked his ear and crossed his paws before speaking towards Izuku. "We will look into your old school later, for now, would you still like to take a few tests?" Izuku looked back at Nedzu with hunger, not even bothering to mask his eyes as he reached his hand out, using his other hand to grab and pencil.
"If you would still allow me, I'd love to." Izuku responded, damn near vibrating in his seat as he was handed a (what looked like) basic college level packet with general education information in it. "Do I have a time limit?" He asked, looking back up from where he was hunched over the packet, flipping through it feverishly.
Nedzu seemed to be suppressing cackles at the question and reaction while the others, including Aizawa, looked like they would need alcohol. "No time limit but the fastest that was completed was in 1 hour and 40 minutes." Izuku nodded, dismissing the fact that Nedzu had raised his paw, effectively cutting off whatever other information that Snipe wanted to give him but Izuku was just fine.
In fact, Izuku had never felt so excited. He knew that most of the questions wouldn't present too much of a challenge but it was so much better than dealing with everything else he had been 'learning' during class.
It felt like only a few minutes before the packet was finished, Nedzu was still looking at Izuku with a calculating gaze while Aizawa was looking through homework assignments and watching Izuku. The other teachers seemed to have gone back to whatever they were doing, still talking low and Izuku grinned at Nedzu when he lifted his head up.
"How long was that?" Izuku asked, pleasantly surprised when Nedzu grinned back at him.
"38 minutes." Izuku watched out of the corner as Yagi took pictures and allowed his grin to grow when he thought about seeing those faces tonight and turned his entire attention to the two in front of him.
"What's next?" Izuku asked, excited at the prospect of something even remotely challenging.
"Would you prefer a game of chess or the I.Q. test?" Nedzu asked, shocking every teacher (what Izuku didn't know was that there was only one person who had ever beat Nedzu in a game of chess and they had still not uncovered their identity since they always played online and went by the name Hermes) and each teacher looked like they wanted to protest but Izuku answered anyways.
"If you don't mind, I'd be honored to play chess against you." Izuku said, standing up and following Nedzu to the chess table conveniently set up on the coffee table in between the two couches of the teachers lounge. Izuku sat on the ground, waving off the teachers that were on the couch as Nedzu also took his seat.
"White or black?" Nedzu asked.
Izuku grinned. "Black please."
Izuku hardly noticed when Aizawa came to sit down right behind him, watching the game over his shoulder with awe. He certainly didn't notice the other teachers quietly placing bets on the outcome. Izuku was banking on losing this round but as he continued, he noticed how familiar the pattern was becoming. He watched as Nedzu hesitated, staring intently at the board and back at Izuku.
Izuku noticed he did the same before smirking at the principal. "Well it certainly is wonderful to finally meet you Athena."
The principal just stared before cackling, replying to Izuku. "I've waited for this moment for three years, Hermes."
A collective gasp rang throughout the room as the two geniuses just cackled, Izuku falling over and clutching his stomach while the principal did the same, abandoning the game that was destined to become a draw once again.
(A collective shudder ran throughout everyone in Japan in this moment - all feeling as though an ominous presence had finally met its successor)
"HERmes?!" Present Mic screeched while Aizawa just erased his quirk. "You're the Hermes?!" Aizawa was rubbing his fingers along his temples as Izuku sat up and nodded towards Yagi while pointing at Aizawa. As soon as Yagi figured out Aizawa was going to need coffee for this he got up and Izuku turned to Present Mic.
"I'm sorry for not explaining that before, but to be fair, I didn't know Nedzu had enlisted help in finding my identity." Izuku explained English, watching the man's jaw drop impossibly further down while Yagi chuckled and walked the coffee pot, a mug and sugar to Izuku.
Izuku made up the coffee that he had seen so many times and handed it to Aizawa, who took it gratefully and chuckled.
"Wait y'all," Snipe put his hands up in a placating manner, obviously struggling with the information that was being thrown around. "That was darn good English youngin'."
Izuku just chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I had a phase of learning languages. Still love it but I've slowed it down since then."
Midnight looked equal parts confused, concerned, and excited at this new development. "Well I think we've held off the extra excitement~ Do you know what your I.Q. is?"
Izuku just shook his head as he watched Nedzu get up from the corner of his eye. "No. I'm afraid I've never been tested."
"Worry not! We'll fix that soon! I trust you understand you can go at your pace?" Nedzu spoke, placing the packet down in front of Izuku on the edge of the coffee table. Izuku scooted over as Aizawa was reaching down to fill up on more coffee and Izuku pulled out his pencil from behind his ear and sat in front of the test.
"I understand Sir. I'll let you know when I'm finished." Izuku responded, diving into the test. All around him, quiet chaos reigned. He listened to the pacing of Present Mic and jumping off Midnight. Sitting on the couches behind him, Snipe leaned over to watch the boy work feverishly, Aizawa on his other side watching just as intently as Snipe was.
Nedzu sat across from him, studying the chess board in front of him while Cemetoss and Yagi sat on the other couches both attempting to grade but more often than not taking time to watch the young genius work on the test.
Izuku didn't even notice the lounge's door opening and the teacher's glaring at who walked in, which just so happened to be Vlad King. Izuku didn't realize Present Mic and Midnight had led Vlad King into the offices and he certainly didn't notice the man take a seat in a chair to the left of him as he watched the boy with (what could only be described as) righteous fear.
Izuku himself loved the strategy the test made him think through. He loved the amount of times he felt the need to look through certain questions, making sure his answers were perfect. He loved that he wouldn't get a grade from this, only a number that determined how smart he actually was.
He finished within the hour, every teacher deciding to stay for the green bean, and tiredly looked up, letting his back fall in between the legs of Aizawa that was behind him. He offered a soft smile to the occupants of the room and turned his head to look over at Nedzu.
"Thank you." Izuku said softly.
"Of course Izuku-kun. This shouldn't take too much longer." Nedzu responded just as softly.
With no care in the world, Izuku lulled his head back and planted it in between the knees of his homeroom teacher peacefully. He felt Aizawa stiffen before listening to the man sigh and ruffle his hair before placing papers on his head.
"Shou!" Present Mic cried, obviously against the idea of using Izuku's head as a table but the boy in question just giggled at it all.
"Problem Child will be fine, 'Zashi." Aizawa said gruffly, returning to grading. Izuku liked the domestic feeling more than he thought he would, like he was hanging out with siblings and cousins more than teachers and heroes.
"Don't worry Present Mic," Izuku slurred from his spot. "I'm all good over here. I'll scream if he pokes me with his pen though." Izuku offered a lazy thumbs-up towards the direction of what he thought was Present Mic, listening to Aizawa's fond huff before feeling his rough hands move his outstretched hand in the right direction of the voice hero.
Izuku smiled at the soft chuckles that occupied the room, content with dropping his hand and snuggling closer to the warmth that Aizawa offered.
"Izuku-kun? Are you ready to hear your score?" Nedzu's voice cut through the chuckles but was not at all unwelcomed.
The boy smiled as papers were lifted off his face and blinked rapidly, trying to wake up more before lifting his head up and sitting to attention for the principal.
"Yes Nedzu." Izuku said, still softly but much more lively than he was a few minutes ago. The rest of the teachers wandered over, waiting intently for the principal to announce the number.
"From what I've gathered, your score is 207." Izuku's eyes went wide as the teachers gasped or chuckled. He felt Aizawa ruffle his hair again, leaning down to whisper his congratulations and huffed out a laugh as Izuku slowly started gaping like a fish (because Izuku knew he was smart but never did he think he was a genius).
"Woah. I mean- ugh. Thank you for doing this Nedzu." Izuku felt like he could cry as he realized this information wouldn't be used against him. He looked around, watching intently to the teachers reactions and seeing nothing that looked like malice towards him. It was…nice. He wasn't used to this and he'd never been happier that he got a few more people he didn't have to be wearing a mask around.
"Why of course! Although I do have one more question for you?" And at Izuku's nod, Nedzu asked, "Would you like to become my personal student?"
"No." Izuku was startled at the answer that came from behind him. "You can't steal him."
Izuku looked behind him in bewilderment as Aizawa looked ready to start a war over this and as Izuku looked around, he realized Aizawa wasn't the only teacher.
"Wait, wait, wait." Everyone calmed down to look at Izuku as he was rubbing his temples, using Aizawa's knees as an armrest much to everyone's amusement. "Guys. I will not be leaving anyone for Nedzu. That being said, I'd love to be your personal student, Sir." Izuku turned to look at the principal and realized both him and Nedzu had the same glint in their eyes (at this, Izuku smirked internally, knowing him and Nedzu would have some fun with this development) and turned back to Aizawa, patting the older man's knee.
"Don't worry too much. You're gonna get gray hairs." Izuku had to stifle his laughter as the man glared down at him while listening to Present Mic and Midnight laugh to their heart's content.
"I'm going to get what?" Aizawa asked, deadly calm.
Izuku thought for a second before grinning at Nedzu. "This certainly has been fun. I'll see you tomorrow to hopefully work out scheduling issues Nedzu-sensei," Izuku stood up, pointing at his bag and blazer before getting the confirmation from Yagi and turned around to face Aizawa while slowly walking towards the exit. "So uhh- Wanna give me ten seconds?"
Aizawa just stood up slowly and stretched before speaking. "You get five, Problem child." Aizawa just grinned as Izuku squealed and booked it out the door, running through the deserted halls, listening to the door slam open and Aizawa start to give chase.
Izuku, quite honestly, knew that he shouldn't enjoy taunting his homeroom teacher as much as he does but he couldn't stop. It was exciting to run around the empty school and listen to the teacher's laughs fade. He loved the gymnastics routine that he was doing in the halls to avoid Aizawa's capture scarf.
Eventually Izuku tripped over the capture scarf and gave Aizawa those precious seconds back, costing him his dignity when the older man slammed into him, sending them both further down the hall.
Izuku panted, looking up at Aizawa before grinning. "You're getting slower."
Aizawa, for his part, just huffed and rolled his eyes before sitting back on his heels, almost pulling Izuku up too.
Key word: Almost.
Aizawa tried to pull Izuku up from under his armpits, eliciting a childish squeal from the young genius. They both stopped, Izuku holding his breath while Aizawa just grinned wider than he already was.
"Oh this is great," Aizawa said, wiggling his fingers and watching Izuku as he tried to hold in his giggles. "You're never going to run to the Hell Test during detention again."
Izuku just groaned through his giggles and pulled himself up, following Aizawa back to the teacher's lounge while the man just laughed at Izuku's inevitable demise. This didn't mean he had come to terms with his new punishment; not until Aizawa tried to announce it to the teachers.
"Everyone," Aizawa smirked while Izuku's eyes went wide. "If the situation ever arises, send Izuku to me for a detention period."
Most teachers just rolled their eyes but Present Mic had to ask. "Wait, why do you get the lil listener if he needs detention?"
Izuku (in a moment of desperation) jumped onto Aizawa's back as the man tried to answer Mic's question and clamped both hands over Aizawa's mouth.
"Oh you know how he is," Izuku chuckled awkwardly. "But what is important to remember is that if he tells you why, it's wrong. Not true. At. All."
The teachers just looked back and forth between the pseudo-brothers (even if neither of them will admit to it) and laughed it off. Izuku just took a deep breath and dropped off from Aizawa, walked up to Yagi and shot him a thumb-up.
"Well, I'll see all of you tomorrow. Have a good night!" Izuku called, waving at everyone.
As Izuku and Yagi made their way out of the school, they burst with their laughter, barely being able to make it home as they went through the day's events.
That night Izuku, his mentor, and his mother came to terms with the fact that they had support now. They all excitedly went through the motions of getting ready to turn in for the night, excited about what stories Izuku would have after this (and if he had any say then he'd be coming home with a ridiculous amount of stories) and they all slept soundly, waiting for what an unassuming Thursday would provide them.