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The days passed with agonizing slowness. His uncle tried to make conversation with him. Every attempt was rebuffed with the same coldness as before. He had not known this man before the attack. He did not trust him now. It would have to be earned and that took time.

Naomasa took him to get new clothes and supplies. Things that were easy to replace. Memories and photographs could not be replaced by spending money. Izuku wasn't even broken up about the hero merch. That too could be replaced. It was the little things that his mother had gotten him.

A silver necklace of a tiger when Izuku seemed to have an obsession with them. That had been in the early days of his training. Or the drawings he had made when he was little. Drawing had been a passion of his but he never showed anyone. He didn't want the notebooks to end up like his hero booms. They were all gone and his heart ached.

His mother's funeral, a closed casket after what happened wasn't until that weekend. Izuku insisted on at least attending the field trip for UA on Friday. His uncle had been reluctant to allow it but Izuku made it clear. If the man didn't allow him to go with his permission he would be going through a window. Either way he would be going to school.

Naomasa made him a breakfast of eggs and toast. Izuku had to force himself to eat knowing that he would need his strength. It had been this way for every meal. Every day he had to force himself to eat and get out of bed. To stop training in order to stretch his muscles and take care of his needs. It wasn't healthy but he couldn't stop himself.

Breakfast was eaten in silence. He could see the worry in Naomasa's eyes. No more than a dozen words had been spoken except in argument. His uncle wanted to help him but didn't know how. Izuku didn't know if he wanted to be helped.

The car ride was made in the same silence as everything else. He looked out the window as they drove through the city. In the reflection he could see his uncle's eyes wandering over to him more than once. When they reached UA he was hopping out of the car as soon as it had stopped moving. His bag was slung over one shoulder and he nearly left without saying anything. Then he looked up and the look on his uncle's face made him sigh.

He muttered so quiet it was almost inaudible, "Thank you for bringing me to school."

There was a flash of surprise before a soft smile crossed Naomasa's face, "Of course. Will you be okay walking back home? Or do you want to come to the station after school?"

"Home is fine," he answered and turned away.

He knew that there was no way that he would be walking home. Gyu Bum would be waiting for him after school. There was no way to get around it.

Naomasa nodded and said, "I'll see you tonight. Let me know when you get home."

Izuku nodded closed the door and turned towards the gate of the school. His uncle pulled away from the curb as Izuku went through the gate. He scanned his ID card at the gate and headed straight for homeroom. Just before the bell he entered the room and found it full. His classmates looked up in surprise.

Urarka greeted, "Midoriya! Welcome back. Sensei didn't think you would be back until Monday."

"You shouldn't push yourself Midoriya," said Iida calmer than Urarka, "Are you sure you are ready to come back?"

Coldly Izuku replied, "I'm sure, Iida. If I stay with my uncle any longer I'll lose my mind."

"Don't push yourself, you damn nerd."

Izuku whirled around to look at Katsuki. The blond was not looking at him though. His entire focus was on the desk. There was an slight clenching and unclenching of his hands. It seemed that he wasn't the only one making himself come to school.

To Katsuki he nodded and then made his way to his desk. He only just sat down when the door opened again. Aizawa entered and upon seeing Izuku he paused. The two stared at each other for a long moment.

Then as if nothing was wrong Aizawa said, "Everyone grab your hero costumes and get changed. We are taking a field trip to the USJ today."

Everyone cheered and grabbed their costume cases. Izuku found out they were based on the exam they had taken the first day. Which meant he had case number two. Once he had his case he went to the locker rooms.

When Izuku was young he thought he would be a limelight hero. Now that he was older he thought he would make a better Underground Hero. Ki worked better if people didnt know about it. Underground Heroes were more likely to work with members of Murim.

His costume he designed was dark green and black in color. The first layer of his costume was a light weight dark green shirt. It was tear resistant in case he went against someone with knives. His pants were black as the main color with a dark green stripe down each leg. There were three large pockets on each leg. Next was a utility belt grey in color that held basic first aid supplies, a set of knives, and smoke bombs. Over his shirt was a black jacket that was lined with kevlar. It could be worn open or zipped up. There was a large pocket on the chest. Black gloves went on next. The final piece was a metal guard that hung around his neck until he was ready to wear it. Once worn there was a voice changer and a filtration system that would prevent toxins or gas from being breathed in. Every part of his costume had been checked over by Sera to ensure it wouldn't interfere with his ki. He should be able to fully utilize his ki techniques while wearing it.

Once everything was on he stretched testing every movement. It moved and breathed with him. Not too tight or too loose. Exactly to his specifications.

Nodding to himself he looked up and realized everyone was staring. He asked feeling somewhat self conscious, "What?"

Kaminari was the first to answer, "Dude you are wearing dark colors like sensei. Aren't you going into Daylight Heroics?"

Izuku asked with a shake of his head, "Why would I? My abilities could work with daylight but they would work better as an Underground. Besides I can do more good in the underground. Being a Daylight Hero would mean answering to the Commission."

"You don't agree with the Commission?" That was Iida and the judgement in his tone made Izuku bristle.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," he snapped.

That ended anymore conversation. Iida needed to remove that stick from his ass if he wanted to make real friends. For his part Izuku refused to back down. Iida didn't evem hear what he thought before passing his judgment.

Izuku was the first to leave the locker rooms. As the doors closed he could hear whispers start up. Children, he was surrounded by children. With a shake of his head he made his way to the meeting point.