U.A Academy

The girl who had saved him was the first to protest against the harsh test.

"Last place will be expelled? But it's the first day of school! No, even if it wasn't the first day of school, it would be unfair."

Deku wasn't sure how he felt about it. Before he had contracted, he would have likely agreed. And he still did, for the most part. If somebody had passed the entrance exams then one test probably wasn't the best choice to kick somebody out. Out of the entire class, there was likely someone with a support-focused quirk and he didn't know how they'd compete in a physical competition like this. It was definitely unfair, and so he nodded with her words enthusiastically.

Aizawa grumbled out like usual.

"Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Calamities whose time and place cannot be predicted. Japan is covered with unfairness. Heroes are the ones who reverse those situations. If you wanted to talk with your friends after school at Mickey D's, too bad. For the next three years, U.A will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. Go beyond. Plus ultra. Overcome it with all you got."

From the murmuring of his classmates, Deku assumed it to have resonated with them. It only resonated with him partly. How could a hero prosper and grow from these hardships if they are ejected from the program? He held back a frown, keeping his expression still and covered by his bunny hood. The way Aizawa talked rubbed Deku the wrong way. Deku wasn't a juvenile, and he didn't come here just to chat and make friends. That did not mean the message was lost on him though. Aizawa was more right than he could know, Japan was filled with unfairness, the same kind that misled Deku into contracting into something he could have never anticipated. Being obligated to fight witches to prevent his own demise was not fair. But he could overcome it. He could give plus ultra.

The hair on the back of Deku's neck stood. He could feel eyes boring into the base of his skull. Glancing back, he met Iida's eyes. They were obviously taking in his outfit, obviously amused at the flashy, and feminine, and flamboyant wears. Iida wasn't even trying to hide it, and so Deku whipped away from the eye contact. Deku stood awkwardly listening to Aizawa continue, half-wanting to cover up his bare legs with something that wouldn't incur those mocking stares.

First up was the fifty-meter dash. Deku flipped through his index of abilities. The propulsion offered by the slime would pale in comparison to Bakugou's explosions, but he wasn't sure how viable it was to use in a controlled setting. His regular magic manipulation could offer him the double-jump, but then again he wasn't sure if the explosions would provide a better boost. The muscular enhancement quirk would only slow him down by increasing air resistance with a bulkier form. Deku knew from experience that the double-jumps were more controlled, but didn't know how to apply them in this setting. Most of all, he didn't know to what degree he needed to be hiding his abilities. Deku knew he had to at some degree, so that people wouldn't grow suspicious, but on the other, he didn't want to waste what he now knows to have been gained by sacrifice.

Reaching into his sweater pockets, he fumbled through his journal's pages. Bakugou's gauntlets materialized around his arms. Iida lined up next to him, assuming the starting position with a bent knee and hand on the ground. His eyes wandered to the gauntlets on Deku's hands, curious and probing. It was an unlucky pairing that Deku and Iida were chosen to go first.

"On your mark..."

Deku clenched his fingers and primed the explosions. He could feel his magic pooling near his feet.

"Get set..."

A gun went off.

"Go!"

The first thing he realized was that Iida was much faster than him. The second thing he realized was that using the green jumps in tandem with the well-timed explosions provided both the stability from his magic and pure speed from the explosions. Air streamed by his face, blowing both his hair and hood back as they flapped in the wind. Iida was definitely faster than him. He couldn't look back to see how people were reacting to him and his demonstrated powers, and so he concentrated on the race. He used a series of alternating detonations, almost rhythmic in a way. First, he'd detonate two explosions in his fist but reign them in with a green burst from his feet seconds later. It was exhilarating to move this fast. The race was over before he knew it. Bakugou's snarling was difficult to listen to.

"THIEF!"

The insult was easy for Deku to ignore in terms of reacting, but not in being hurt. His classmates were staring, evidently confused by Deku's display, they had all seen a similar quirk being used twice. Similar quirks were not totally unheard of, but it was strange for two people in the same U.A class.

Aizawa glanced between the two. His stare was thoughtful, the way he rubbed at his chin reminded Deku of deep thinking. Their teacher was trying to figure something out. Shouta Aizawa was evidently trying to figure out Deku's quirk, and Deku didn't know if that was just a conclusion based on anxiety or logic. He didn't want to be figured out, he didn't like that probing gaze.

Iida came first. Deku was too focused on the quirks of his classmates to listen to the speeds of others, he tuned out the chipper robotic voice. He needed to see which were worth obtaining. It felt like he was scheming, planning something bad, but Deku knew that he wasn't. Still, he felt like he was preying on them in a way, sizing up their abilities to use for himself. This exercise would be more useful than Deku had originally thought. It wasn't just to prune out the weakest member of their class, it was an exercise in creative quirk applications.

Smoke billowed up from exhaust pipes on the back of Iida's calves. That one would definitely be useful for speed if it allowed him to move fifty meters in three-point zero four seconds. Doing the math in his head, it was roughly twelve meters a second. Definitely useful. The girl with green hair had an interesting method, choosing to jump erratically like a frog. Her tongue hung out, not unlike a frog. Deku didn't know if her quirk would be useful, he'd pay attention to her. Probably a frog X-Form. A blonde boy used- and failed, a laser beam from his stomach. The charge had only sent him half-way down the track. Potentially useful, but unlikely.

Bakugou was next, against some guy with a tail. His red eyes stared directly into Deku's, a snarl growing on his face. As the pistol blew, Bakugou held out his hands and let out a volley of explosions. His usage of the explosion quirk was much less tamed, detonating every possible second with no attempt at conserving- Deku glanced away, Bakugou didn't have to conserve magic. The sound of his explosions barely managed to muffle the string of curse words undoubtedly sent Deku's way. A chill went down Deku's spine when the machine read out the blonde boy's speed.

Without the assistance of magic, Bakugou had been slower by a considerable amount. Deku only had moments to contemplate the rage that was sure to ensue before it was unleashed. Roaring out in anger, Bakugou darted towards Deku.

"What kinda tricks are you pulling, eh? Stealing my quirk like that, using some sort of green light. You're not Deku, I don't know what you did with him but don't think I'll let you beat me, bastard!"

But Deku didn't react outwardly. He stayed in place as Bakugou stormed towards him, stayed stoic as the insults were practically screamed in his face. Even though he felt like he was thirteen again and back in high school, he didn't let the feeling take over. Instead of bawling or flinching like he normally would, Deku reached underneath his hood to scratch at his hair even as his body begged to curl up into a ball on the floor.

"Don't ignore me Deku! Shit don't work like that, I'm better than you, hear me? If I'm better than you, you gotta listen to me."

Deku blinked. He couldn't react, he knew what would happen if he would. He had Kazane to thank for that knowledge.

The only person to intervene was Aizawa.

"Bakugou, Izuku, stop fighting like children. If you want to fight over who uses their quirk better, don't do it during class time."

Grinding his feet into the ground, Bakugou gritted out a sound of annoyance before returning to the crowd of his class. Everybody gave him a wide berth.

It was funny how Aizawa had implicated Deku in the fight without any of his actual participation. Nobody asked if he was okay.

The next test was not so hard. Deku's muscular enhancement quirk was enough to almost blank-out the grip strength meter. Deku had to stop squeezing when he felt small snaps. The stares this quirk brought him were less than desirable. He knew the big muscular form didn't suit him, knew how it made him look like a cute version of the hulk. Bakugou was clearly not a fan, smoke curling from his nostrils as he gripped the machine. His growls served as a deterrent for everybody in the class. Once again, everyone kept their distance.

Iida was looking at him again, staring with those judgmental eyes. It made Deku want to shrink up and hide, but not in the same way that Bakugou did. Deku didn't know if Iida liked him or not, his poised posture and well kept expression masked any emotional tells. As soon as Deku was done with the test, he willed away the quirk and drew up into his hood. Shying away, he stood outside the class's main conglomeration of students.

Aizawa watched Izuku closely. The boy had already demonstrated four quirks. Slime, green energy, explosions, muscles. Two quirks was rare enough, but he had never heard of four. It was definitely an anomaly he'd report, especially to All-Might. Aizawa knew of only one quirk that could use those of others, and only knew one that could 'steal', as Bakugou had mentioned. On the off chance that his theory was true, he needed to alert All-Might and higher authorities as soon as possible.

He was different than when he had taken the entrance exam too. Aizawa remembered Izuku Midoriya as a sniveling child who flinched at everything. This was not that child, not at all. Something had happened.

Long jump was next, it wasn't a hard event. Much like the fifty-meter dash, Deku used the explosion quirk alongside a few magic boosts. Deku heard Bakugou mumble, but he didn't listen. Things were going fine, he wasn't in last place. He wouldn't be sent home today. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the blatant stares of both his teacher and classmates; Deku didn't like that feeling. Deku didn't like to know that people were thinking about him, likely harshly about every fumble or misfire. When his classmates talked to each other between rounds, Deku sat by himself on the grass and twirled a flower between his fingers.

The next event wasn't as easy. Side-stepping was his least favorite activity in junior high. An echo of phantom pain radiated up from his ankle, he remembered all of the ice packs and how they did nothing to alleviate his shin-splints. The short and skinny guy was first. His quirk was honestly grotesque, with the way he picked off his own purple spheres and placed them on the ground. Sure, the bouncing between them was quite useful, but it was uncomfortable to look at. This was one quirk he didn't want to use. Additionally, this guy had given him a weird look when Deku was enhanced for the grip-strength test. Just a creepy feeling in general.

Deku was lucky that his name had been called after Bakugou's. It was because of this that Deku had been able to watch how Bakugou applied his explosion quirk in this situation. The blonde boy was firing them off from his right and left hand in an alternating pattern. One explosion sent him to the right, and the other sent him to the left. It was this pattern that Deku used, adjusted and controlled with his own green magic. The rapid movement had left Bakugou disoriented and dizzy, but Deku felt fine. It was mostly due to the magic correcting the fluid in his ears, but he needed to stay prime. He couldn't let himself slip up and be expelled, or look weak in front of Bakugou.

During the ball toss event, the nice girl definitely prospered. From what he had read on her page in his journal, her quirk let her control how gravity affected certain objects. There was no contesting how useful it was for a throwing contest.

After she looked at her score and winked at him, Deku didn't know how to respond besides rubbing his cheeks into the soft sweater fabric in an attempt to hide his rosy blush.

It would have been easy for Deku to equip her quirk and use it for the same effect, but he decided against it. Not only would it cause increased suspicion, but it would likely also upset her. Deku didn't want that, he didn't want to upset the girl who helped him. There weren't enough people like that. Sadness struck him. Another part was how Deku had absolutely no idea about how her quirk worked and preferred not to use it for the first time during an assessment. Aizawa called a break, and for that Deku was glad. His breathing was labored, and sweat clung to his forehead.

Aizawa approached them, staring disinterestedly at the blonde boy's scowl. Facing Deku, he asked.

"You seem to have a firm grasp on Katsuki's quirk. Are you two related?"

The two shared a surprised glance. A blush spread across Deku's cheeks, while Bakugou's drew up into an angered frown. Almost in unison, they both replied.

"No! We're not."

Bakugou groaned and stalked away.

Iida chatted with Bakugou during the break. Both were exhausted, sweat dripping from their foreheads. The sun radiated too hot today, especially for the start of the school year.

"Midoriya is doing great, didn't you two come from the same school?"

A look of annoyance flashed on Bakugou's face. Eyebrow quirked, he huffed out a response.

"Yes, I did go to school with that quirkless sack of crap. Longest years of my life being with shitty Deku.'

Iida crossed his arms, facing his classmate.

"What do you mean, quirkless? Did you not see him during the practical exam?:

Bakugou spat on the ground, smoke curling up from his clenched fist.

"That bastard used to be quirkless, he's using some kind of dirty trick to copy my quirk. I swear that rat is a good for nothing, he only got this far because of his cheating ways."

Aizawa's ears perked up.

Iida adjusted his glasses, eyebrows scrunching together. He didn't comment on Bakugou's remarks, didn't react to the harsh words, nor the strange story about him being quirkless. Instead, he left Bakugou's side to join the person they had been talking about. To hear words that harsh about somebody so kind left an awful taste in his mouth, it just wasn't right.

Izuku stretched off to the side by himself, reaching down to his toes and touching them with ease. Iida watched as the strings of the green hoodie dangled in front of his face. It was weird, and he'd admit that, but the idea of having to change into an outfit to use a quirk definitely piqued his interest. That kind of thing wasn't something he often heard about, and so he was curious more than anything. Iida had to wonder if Izuku purposefully dressed in that way, the way that left more than an appropriate amount of his legs free if not for his knee-length socks. Was he not embarrassed to be dressed up like that in public? When their eyes met, Izuku looked away and blushed. He probably was embarrassed, meaning it was not voluntary and wasn't chosen. Iida grew more interested.

Shaking his head as he approached, the dismissed the thoughts from his mind. The reasons for the outfit were none of his business. Izuku's words resonated in his mind, and for a moment the memory made him feel hurt, but it passed. Izuku had been right. Iida had only respected him because of his ability. It was embarrassing honestly, how transparent he had been, and Izuku saw right through it.

Deku was aware of his approaching classmate but did not look up. He didn't know what to say to the man. Embarrassment burned at his face, thinking back to how he had given the man a lecture. Iida probably didn't deserve it, but it had been how Deku felt at the time. Deku didn't regret letting out his emotions, it was probably helpful in keeping his pollution in check. The words were not what he expected, and for that, he felt shame.

"Izuku, I thought about what you told me. You're right. It's hard for me to talk about, but I did see myself as above you. It doesn't matter what your quirk is, I was purposefully inflammatory before the examination. I sincerely apologize and hope you'll forgive me."

There was a slight pause before Deku smiled. He scratched at his head and stood upwards, cracking his back while doing so.

"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have let my emotions get the better of me. That's inexcusable for a hero. I don't know you personally and so I shouldn't say those personal things."

Iida cracked a slight smile and bowed, but kept himself poised. Deku had to wonder if it was from success or relief.

"You did great, Izuku, I like your costume."

Almost on queue, Deku withdrew into his hood with a sound of resignation. Somewhat muffled by the fabric, he responded.

"I don't like it, but it's mandatory whenever I use my quirk."

Iida's eyebrow rose. Deku regretted his words. Bringing up his quirk was a mistake.

"What's your quirk? It's a subject of class debate."

Deku's heart skipped a beat. Not wanting to sound mysterious or nervous while addressing the question, he spoke eagerly.

"It's a-"

Aizawa's whistle interrupted their conversation. Iida straightened his back and posture. They didn't continue their conversation. Relief flooded his system. Saved by the whistle.

"Settle down class. We'll be continuing the ball-throw with Izuku Midoriya."

The scraggy teacher stared at him expectantly. Rubbing at his forearm, Deku strode over to the white-lined circle. Picking up the ball, he got a feel for its weight. His mind recalled how Bakugou had completed the activity. A simple well-timed explosion. Deku unfurled his hood, it was an unnecessary distraction and obstruction of his vision. Winding his arm back, green magic pooled in his palm.

"You're relying on that explosion too much, copying Bakugou's technique is a handicap to your ability growth."

Deku glanced to his side, just in time to see Aizawa's pupils flash red. An explosion detonated regardless, loud and powerful as it sent the ball soaring through the air and well-past Bakugou's own. Pumping his fist in the air, he faltered upon seeing the strange look on his teacher's face. Aizawa's expression was blank, shocked and almost disturbed. Looking down at his feet, he regretted using the explosion quirk. Aizawa's face grew shocked, eyes wide and angry.

Grey tendrils shot out, wrapping around his sides and pulling him in close. Deku barely had time to react as he yelped out in surprise. Those red eyes were intense, wild- scared. His class made rumblings of surprise too.

At barely a whisper, Aizawa spoke low enough to go unheard by the other students.

"I don't know what you've done or what you're planning, but I'll get to the bottom of it before you can harm any of my students. I'll discover your secret. You don't fool me."

Grief pooled in his soul gem. Deku froze, fingers trembling as they pathetically tried to pry out of the bindings. He took another look at his scowling teacher. Aizawa looked different with the fabric floating around him and hair flowing about. It revealed a pair of yellow goggles. This was Eraserhead, pro-hero. Realization made his knees give out, he fell to the floor with a huff.

Deku stared at the ground as the appendages let him go and returned to Aizawa's neck. It was impossible, it was barely his first day but his secret was already spilled. He knew exactly what had transpired. Eraserhead could temporarily nullify a quirk by sight, and Aizawa had attempted that on him but obviously failed. Deku was caught in a spot-light, quirk nullification failed on him. Possibilities raced through his mind. Scenarios danced out. Ways to get around this mess soon formed. Deku could pretend like the gaze had missed, or play it off as a mistake on his teacher's part. That would probably be easier for whatever authorities Aizawa contacted to assume than anything to do with magical girls. From the everyday person's point of view, logic dictated that Eraserhead simply missed in that situation, not that there was some kind of secret magic involved.

Aizawa's voice was booming and loud.

"Stop getting distracted, this was none of your business. Class will continue."

All Deku could do was return to the crowd of his class and shrug when asked what happened. Class would continue, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing happened during the rest of the school day. Deku placed third in the rankings, but it turned out not to matter anyway. Mineta came last. The threat of expulsion had apparently only been a ruse to inspire them to participate to their full ability, and Deku had done so. The threat worked. After class, he picked up his curriculum and class schedule. Tomorrow's training would be a lot more intense. He needed to pick up another grief seed just in case. Kazane's only had two charges remaining, he couldn't risk being without one. Even after her passing he learned from Kazane, learned what not to do. Having an extra grief seed at all times would prevent failed witch hunts resulting in what he didn't want to remember.

Tiredness weighed down his body. His posture sagged. Calling on his magic, Deku regenerated the micro-tears in his muscles and rid himself of the fatigue. His skin glowed a soft green momentarily. It didn't seem to use much magic.

Continuing down the school's exit, a hand on his shoulder startled him. Expecting to get grilled by Aizawa, relief flooded him upon seeing that it was simply Iida. The touch was comforting, almost.

"Aizawa sure is something, eh Midoriya? Best of the best, I guess."

Deku nodded briefly, wanting to pass this subject of conversation. He didn't want to remember his encounter with Aizawa. Iida nodded knowingly, realization apparent in his eyes.

"It was a hard day's work, but I guess that's necessary to be a hero. I wonder what we'll be up to tomorrow, Iida."

"I didn't even see that lie coming, but it was definitely effective! Whatever's planned for tomorrow will definitely be a challenge. Although, I'm sure you'll do fine Midoriya. Everyone seems to be really interested in your quirk. What's the secret?"

It was easier to play off now, especially since Iida held but a shred of presence compared to Aizawa. Deku's tone was playful.

"Oh, I- I'm able to mimic and store the quirks that are used against me. Please don't tell anybody though, I don't want people to be weirded out by me or anything. Y-you saw how Bakugou treats me. I just..."

Deku knew it was a risk, but this was a controlled one. Somebody would know eventually or likely figure it out themselves. By presenting it to one person, he wouldn't come off as any more secretive than he already appeared.

Iida contemplated, eyebrows drawn up pensively. He smiled, before saying.

"That explains a lot, it must be pretty useful. Though, getting affected by a quirk first probably isn't the best experience. I can probably imagine how you gained Bakugou's."

Iida paused, glancing around somewhat while continuing.

"Look, if he ever tries to hurt you again or anything like that, I'm here for you. You're a good person Izuku, and you deserve better than to be treated like that by him. From just what I saw today, I was disgusted. Somebody with that kind of temperament is a risk. Your secret is safe with me."

Deku smiled genuinely, a warm feeling washing over him. It made his body feel airy and muscles light. He smiled while fidgeting with his hands.

"Oh- Thank you. I appreciate it. N-nobody has e-ever really noticed it or done anything a-bout him. I just kinda try to calm him down and not aggravate him. I've known him for a while now so his triggers are always at the back of my mind."

They walked by that familiar bench again, but this time it didn't bother Deku.

"Midoriya, that does not seem like a good way of life. You shouldn't feel responsible for his behaviour, it's not your responsibility. Are you free after school?"

Deku bit his lip. No, he wasn't. He needed to procure a grief seed, but he didn't want to. He wanted to say yes but knew that he couldn't.

"I'm actually busy today after school, sorry. I can give you my number though so we can text. How's that sound?"

Iida's smile relieved Deku's guilt from denying him.

"Sounds great, Midoriya."

Taking the phone that was handed to him, Deku couldn't help but marvel at its advancement. He knew that it was the newest model smartphone, but it appeared customized and notably reinforced. When Iida scrolled to the contact page, Deku briskly typed in his contact information.

"You can call me Izuku, Iida. Actually- you can call me whatever, it doesn't mind. Send me a text and I'll add you to my phone, okay?"

Iida took back his phone and pocketed it. They walked together silently, both headed to the station. A shrill voice interrupted them. Deku recognized it.

"Hey! You two! Going to the station? Wait for me!"

That light feeling returned, it was the girl who helped him and stopped his fall. His natural smile grew wider, hands expressively beckoning her forward. They both stared, surprised.

"That's the infinity girl."

With an exhausted undertone to her excited voice, she proclaimed.

"I'm Ochako Uraraka. Oh! And you're Tenya Iida, and you're Deku Midoriya."

A fierce blush broke out on his face, he hadn't expected to be called that nickname. He wondered how she picked it up before face-palming at the name. At least he knew her name now, Ochako Uraraka.

"Deku?"

She looked confused.

"But, umm, isn't that what Bakugou called you during the fitness test? Among other things?"

"Uhh... My real name is Izuku Midoriya. Deku is what Bakugou calls me as an insult.

Iida took his chin in hand. Ochako rubbed the back of her head, glancing away somewhat.

"Oh, I see."

It was awkward all around.

She continued.

"But Deku stands for the word, 'You can do it!'. Is that an insult? I kinda like it"

Iida rubbed at his chin once more.

"Yes, Deku, I like how it feels to say."

Deku didn't know how he felt about being asked all of those personal questions, didn't know how he even felt about dragged down by zombie pirates. Though, he knew how hearing his classmates say those words made him feel. It was a good, warm feeling. The opposite of what he needed to clean from his soul gem after expending that much magic. Such would definitely be mandatory before he went out for any witch hunt.

The three walked back to his neighborhood, and things turned out okay.

Aizawa stood in the administration's office, arms crossed and silent. Nezu sat in his office chair, All-might at his side. A tense silence blanketed the room.

"What was it that made you call us here, Aizawa?"

He took a seat in front of the ornate desk, completely ignoring All-might's pointed looks. They didn't get along, but that didn't matter right now.

"That kid, Izuku Midoriya. Something is up with him. Something deeply wrong that I don't understand. "

The school's principal stirred at his tea. All-might crossed his arms, obviously uninterested.

"Well, elaborate. I don't know what you expect me to do with that tidbit of information. I trust your intuition though, Aizawa."

Aizawa cleared his throat, blinking the dryness from his eyes.

"I couldn't nullify Midoriya's quirk. It just didn't work."

Nezu put down his tea, steam curling up around the fine china's lid. A surprised sound passed through All-Might's lips.

"What do you mean?"

Again, Aizawa repeated.

"After activating my quirk on him, Midoriya used his own without any hesitation. It didn't affect him in the slightest. But that's not all. There's a reason I requested All-Might's audience."

The blonde man looked up, whatever attitude between the two evaporated.

"Huh, what is it?"

The teacher sighed, gripping the arm of his chair. He didn't want to believe it.

"Izuku's quirk seems to be the ability to copy the quirks of others. I bring it up because of its relation to All-For-One. With Midoriya's ability to use the quirks of others, alongside his resistance to my nullifying effect, I believed it to be extremely important to notify you two. It just doesn't seem right. I'm not sure if Midoriya steals quirks though, considering how he can wield the same one as Bakugou Katsuki. They have history together, but Bakugou mentioned something about Midoriya being a 'thief', as well as being previously quirkless. You can probably do more with this knowledge than I."

Nezu tapped at his desk, full attention gained. All-might's hollowed face grew dark while responding.

"This information is troubling indeed. Honest- I don't know how to proceed. What can we do?"

Nezu continued his tapping, moving somewhat in his office chair. His voice was soft and somewhat accented.

"For now, we must simply observe. If it's true that he can pass by your quirk nullification, something is definitely askew with his quirk. All-Might, dig up everything you can on him. While on this property, do your best to provide him with attention. We need him to be on our side. You're a world-renown hero, you can do that. But, if he's somehow a hostile agent, we can't let him know that something's up. "

Aizawa froze.

"That won't be possible. I've already confronted him."

Nezu sighed.

"Let's just hope he doesn't retaliate. I saw him perform in the entrance exam, Izuku Midoriya is certainly powerful. Underestimating him could be bad. We're not going to rush into anything, we'll see how things play out. That's all for now, thank you for notifying me."

Aizawa and All-Might filtered out of the office. Kyubey scurried away from the closed door, hiding around a corner to avoid detection.