It was a rat-dog-bear thing… in a suit. He was actually kind of cute in the same way that a cat was cute. It also walked upright and was sipping from a cup of tea. Was it going to talk? Someone, please tell her it was going to talk!
"Hello! I'm Nezu!" the small rodent thing squeaked. He sounded exactly as adorable as she thought he would! The future had talking rat-dog-bear things! This was awesome! She wanted one! "I'm the principal! Would you like some tea?"
"I'll give it a Chai." She smiled wiggling in the overly plush seat she had been forced into by Eraser. Izuku snorted from her right, and Mirio didn't seem to notice, and Eri, who was all but swallowed by the chair to her left, was looking at the principal like she wanted to squeeze him. And the best reaction was the small groan she got out of Eraser. Perfect.
"Oh-ho-ho! That was quite the pun young lady!" Nezu gave a laugh smiling at her before taking a sip of his tea. It was really hard to take him serious. "But I don't believe we've met, yet you're wearing our school uniform. Forgive me, but who are you?"
"I'm Emi Fukukado! Apparently, I'm a time traveler!"
"That's not what happened," Eraser gave a long deep heavy sigh that sounded like he was well past his afternoon nap. "Emi, snuck up on Eri while she was trying to use her quirk on Mirio and it affected both of them."
Nezu's tea pinged against the dish as he set it down on the desk, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly and he brought a paw up to his cheek. "Oh my, was there a reason you didn't inform any of us that you were about to try something so dangerous?"
"That would be my fault, sir," Mirio stood and bowed making a perfect right angle with his stance, impressive really. "We felt like Eri's control had grown enough that she could return my quirk to me. I was excited and pressed Aizawa-sensei to allow her to try it on me as soon as possible."
"And was she successful?"
More importantly what was his quirk? Did it have something to do with his cowlick? Or something else. How'd he even lose his quirk in the first place? That seemed really weird. Maybe the future was also a little bit scary. She'd hate to lose her quirk! Then again she did have some really good jokes as a back up!
Mirio stood upright and pressed his arm through the principal's desk like it wasn't even there. "Yes, but I'm having problems remembering stuff that happened last year."
"Wow," She looked at him wide-eyed. "With a quirk like that no wonder my jokes went right through you!"
"Heh, good one," Gave her a small nod smiling all the while.
"I wasn't joking." She was, but he didn't need to know that. Situational humor is a form of comedy after all. And hey, she got Eri to laugh! Double win!
"And that's what happened to Ms. Joke," Izuku sat forward in his seat, looking towards her, his voice was unsteady. Not the public speaking type it seemed. "She got caught in the crossfire, I think she might be the exact same age as Mirio, perhaps Eri's quirk can work in a way of returning things to a date rather than just rewinding them, or perhaps both? Like instead of just being a VCR, it's more a DVD player that can select a chapter. If that's true she might be able to progress someone forward, or."
He was mumbling now holding his finger in front of his mouth as a long string of words started to come out of him like the purring of a cat. A really nerdy cat, with green hair.
"Are your memories affected as well Ms. Fukukado?" The principal asked folding his hands, paw, things in his lap. How did he even reach most of the stuff on his desk? Did he like just walk on it, that sounded hilariously cute! Which was easily the best kind of cute.
"Pretty much! I don't remember the last thirteen years of my life! Or why on earth I would ever let Mr. Grumpy pants over here," she gestured in the vague direction of Eraser. "Be my boyfriend."
"I'm not your boyfriend." Wow, he was quick!
"Then why do you have my picture on your phone! And you know so much about me. Wait? Are you my stalker? That's not healthy you know. Besides I'm not into older men!" She matched his withering glare and menacing scowl with her trademark smile.
Eraser sighed that was really more like the growl of a cat that hadn't been fed in a couple days. Hey, that felt nostalgic, like she's heard that a lot before. "Of course you'd be more annoying as a child than as an adult."
"You are rather fun to tease." Nezu hopped onto his desk, hands (Paws?) behind his back. "But be that as it may, while Eri has had some success with her quirk, please be responsible in the future, and refrain from human testing until we are certain."
"I just wanted to help," Eri mumbled looking down with her large wet eyes.
Nezu hopped off his desk and reached out for the little girl. "And that's exactly what you did, just next time we will need to be a bit more careful, you've made great progress with your quirk, so let's keep at it alright?"
"Kay," Eri wiped away the beginning of a tear and smiled. Then she pumped her arms. "I'll do my best!"
"Atta girl," The principal patted her leg. He turned to Mirio, hands behind his back, chest held high like he wasn't the right size to be stepped on. "As for you my boy, I'd like for you to start taking some repeat courses, to fill in whatever gaps in your knowledge that might be missing."
"Yes, sir!" Mirio stood rigid like a soldier expecting orders from a commander. That would explain the cowlick. "I'll do my best to become the top student once again!"
Nezu nodded and looked towards her. "As for you Ms. Fukukado, it seems like there are wide gaps in your knowledge, so tell me how old are you?"
"I'm, sixteen?" she said it like it was a question. Sixteen felt right. Or at least it didn't feel wrong. But neither did Seventeen. Fifteen felt really wrong. "Let's go with sixteen!"
"That would make you Izuku's age, and place you as a first-year student." Nezu paced back in forth, his ears barely making it up to her knees. She wanted one. "And our course material has changed a great deal in the past fifteen years. Would you like to enroll as a first-year student until we figure out a way to reverse this?"
"I still want to be a hero. Besides, I was already a first-year student here so it'll be like nothing changed." Aside from the fact that she didn't have any of her friends, and she'd have to find a new place to live, chances are her lease was up. But hey, it'll be just like that time she moved here to attend U.A. so it was no big deal.
"That's what I like to hear, now then, I'd like to put you in Class 1-A, the year is almost half over, but I have confidence that you will be able to catch up and become a hero once again."
Eraser groaned from behind her. "You're really going to put her in my class?"
Oh, that sounded like a lot of fun! She was going to make him laugh
Nezu perked up smiling at Eraser. "Of course! You have a great deal of insight into her ability and style given your history together."
"History? So we were dating!" She spun in her chair leaning onto the back of it. "Ha! We must have broken up but you still love me, that's why you keep a photo of-"
"No, we have never dated, we never will date, we used to work in the same area. That was all." He was glaring and she could see his temple twitching. Oooh, she pressed a button. Best to remember not to bash it or else he might explode. "Are you sure she has to be in mine?"
"I believe that you are the teacher best suited to her skill set, I believe that you two had a similar style correct? However feel free to send her to my office if need be." Nezu then turned to her. "But there shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? Ms. Fukukado?"
"I'll be on my best behavior! Knowing when to deliver a joke also means knowing when to be serious." Sure there were some exceptions like a whoopie cushion right before a test to relieve the stress of the group. "Besides, I'm not going to risk being a hero for a joke or something."
"Glad to hear it! Now then, Izuku." The boy jumped out of his mumbling his face instantly red as he realized what he was doing. "Since Emi is now in your class, would you mind showing her around the campus, and the dorms as those are a recent addition."
"Dorms?" And she found her place to live, perfect!
"Huh? What? Oh, umm, sure!" Izuku stood, face still red. "Umm, welcome to class 1-A Ms. Joke. I mean Emi."
It was going to be so much fun teasing him!
"We'll let Ketsubutsu Academy know about what happened," Eraser groaned, he did that a lot, like a lot a lot. "And see about finding out where you lived," He ran a hand along his face, rubbing his eyes for just a moment. "Once again, you're making so much work for me. While you're at it have her pick a dorm room out."
"Oh! I'll take the one right next to Izuku!" She grabbed onto his arm, making him all stuttery and blushy once again. Also holy crap! It felt like she was groping a rock! How much muscle did this boy have? "That way if I have any questions I can just ask him!"
"What? But those are taken!" Izuku flailed his free arm wildly about.
"Do what you want, just make sure the room is free." He sighed and looked at her. "We have class tomorrow so make certain that you aren't late."
She gave a mock salute and pulled Izuku out the door. "I'll be on time, see you tomorrow, Eraser-sensei!"
AN: Despite the fact that I like this chapter. I can't help but feel like nothing happened it in. Do you guys feel the same? Hmm. Next chapter should have a bit more humor and fluff in it. Plus I might try my hand at a bit of a fight next chapter? Or not this really isn't a fighting fic. I mostly just want to focus on Izuku and Emi, much like I did in Synergistics.
Also, to those of you that like smut, good news. I decided to include smut. And it's all thanks to the guest reviewer
Soarta, so be sure to thank him for not having an account to responde to.
Anyways, hopefully next chapter feels a lot better than this one!