I do not own My Hero Academia
Chapter 3
Izuku spat on the floor, desperately clearing the last ounce of bile from his mouth, dragging his lips across his now singed shirt to clean his face. His ski mask was tucked into his pants, he had torn it off after his first bout of throwing up, and now his hair clung to his sweaty, scarred face as he tried to get his breathing in order.
He didn't care that his eye patch had also been yanked away with his mask; he didn't care that his whole maimed visage was available for the world to gawk at. He just wanted fresh, breathable air in his lungs and the taste of the villain out of his mouth.
When he finally calmed himself somewhat, the first thing he did was slowly tip to the side as he let his weight lean against the underpass wall. A long, painful groan dragged out of his chest as he felt his body throb angrily in response to his stupid idea.
There would be bruises in his future.
Extensive ones.
A strong breeze wafted across Izuku's good side, getting him to turn his head to inspect the source of the sudden windy force. For a moment, fear sparked that it was the Slime Villain, but that was quickly deemed unlikely as said Villain was still presently splattered across the entire tunnel.
No, what Izuku saw was much more unexpected.
"All Might?"
Standing in the light of the setting sun's warm glow was the unmistakable figure of Japan's number one Pro Hero. With his hands on his hips and his iconic hairdo wafting in the wind, Izuku was amazed to see a man who, as far as he was aware, was stationed in Tokyo standing before him.
"I AM HERE!"
'Yep, it's him; the guy has a pair of lungs. Lucky.' Izuku thought, his surprise shifting somewhat as he let himself feel some amusement at the oddness of this encounter.
"My, my young man, what is all this? I was pursuing this here dastardly menace when I got all turned around in your fair city's sewer system! I was worried he might escape my grasp a while longer, but it seems you beat me to the punch!" All Might exclaimed, laughing bodaciously, turning his head to admire the splattered green chunks of slime plastered over the underpass.
Izuku, still bearing a sore throat from the Slime Villains' attack and the subsequent voiding of his guts, did his best not to cough as he spoke. "Umm yeah, well, he kind of accosted me and stuff," Izuku replied, pulling himself back up, annoyed that he had to lean on the wall so much.
All Might was by his side in a blur, "Young man! Your arm!"
Izuku put his usual fake smile on as he waved off the Pro's attention, "don't worry, I lost it years ago, see?" Izuku patted the remnants of his prosthetic, the part that connected the device to what little of his upper arm remained.
All Might blinked, his smile dimming for the briefest of seconds as he seemed to look Izuku over, taking note of his numerous scars and his leg which was now much more visible. The explosion had ripped at his shirt and torn a strip up his pants, but this was still preferable to the alternative.
Izuku would not be visiting the hospital today. Not if he had anything to say about it, at least.
"Ahh, I see…" All Might nodded, accepting Izuku's words, giving the boy back his personal space, and replacing his regular smile. "Well, seeing a boy your age handle a villain all by his lonesome is quite something. Such a remarkable feat!"
Izuku hoped he didn't react to All Might's statement; he was all too versed in how things could go bad far too quickly. "No, it was just self-defence, sir. I promise I wasn't trying to play Hero or anything," Izuku quickly assured the Pro.
Izuku quickly clambered back off the floor, noticing how All Might offered him a hand, but Izuku already had the wall. Strangely All Might seemed to accept this very quickly, which was uncommon for most adults Izuku encountered.
The man was living up to his hype.
"I promise you, Mr All Might, sir, I wasn't doing any vigilante stuff. I just wanted to get him off of me," Izuku explained, not having to fake the disgust that came over his face as he could still taste the Villain in his mouth.
Sewer water all he could taste was sewer water.
All Might's golden brow quirked at Izuku's words before his head bobbed, "mm, I see; I apologise then. Had I caught the Villain sooner, you would not have been put in harm's way." Izuku was surprised that the All Might would offer him an apologetic bow.
"Oh… Oh! No sir, the blame belongs to this jerk here and no one else," Izuku quickly waved him off, nudging a bit of the Slime Villain with his foot.
Said slime was still moving. Izuku's mind was already turning over such a fact, wondering about the mechanics behind such a feat. Was he still conscious? Could he feel Izuku's nudge? Was he aware of all his pieces?
'Could he even feel pain?'
Izuku felt an old familiar frustration rear up; Quirks could be so annoyingly baffling.
"Ha! Speaking of, I suppose I best get this matter cleaned up and deliver this crook to the police! As for you young man… Are you sure you are all right?" All Might enquired again, gesturing to the broken stump that was formerly his prosthesis.
"Yeah… at least it ain't my leg right," Izuku shrugged, rolling his bad shoulder a bit, cringing as it clicked. All Might was giving Izuku an unreadable expression at that response, Izuku seeing something in the man's intense blue eyes.
Suddenly the tension in the air shifted, and All Might seemed to twitch, quickly clearing his throat. Izuku couldn't be sure, but the man almost seemed to flinch. He quickly discarded the notion as he sincerely doubted the Slim Villain could have managed to land a damaging blow against the All Might.
"Ahem… Very well, young man, if you'll excuse me, I best see to this creep," All Might stated, moving towards a pair of grocery bags that Izuku was only now just noticing.
"Of course! Oh, and thank you again, sir!" Izuku replied gratefully, trying to hide how glad he was that he could escape without answering any uncomfortable questions.
"Take care of yourself, young man!" All Might says as he waves over his shoulder, rummaging in the grocery bags.
"Thankyou All Might," with a last bow of thanks and goodbye, Izuku was off, doing his best not to limp, pulling his headgear back on as he hurried away.
He needed to get home.
And as far away from the questionable legality of his Armament Prosthetic as quickly as possible.
*A*S*T*R*A*E*U*S
Izuku never mentioned that meeting to his mother; the entire encounter was forgotten, as bringing it up would do nothing for her health. Izuku might be a bit overprotective, but stress was bad at the best times, and it was hazardous for someone like his darling mother. It was a stroke of good luck that she was resting when he got home; he could strip the remnants of his ruined prosthetic off without her being any the wiser.
He planned to patch his clothes up that night and wash himself to ensure there was no evidence of the encounter. He also brushed his teeth three times and gargled at least half a bottle of mouthwash.
It was not enough, but it would do.
When all was said and done, Izuku made himself look as good as he had in the morning before his entire day went to shit. With the evidence of the terrible day hidden away or disposed of, Izuku slumped into the nearest seat.
When Izuku finally sat down, he was so tired he almost dozed off at the kitchen table with his head slumped back and a groan filtering out of his mouth. His thoughts clung to the memory of his morning when he brought up the idea of staying home.
That had been a really good idea.
"… Was still kinda cool to meet All Might," Izuku voiced aloud, thinking back to his encounter with the Number One.
Looking back, Izuku admired the man's professionalism; he had been hyper-focused on the task at hand, his attention only diverting to ensure Izuku was healthy. Not to mention All Might had been very respectful of Izuku's missing limbs. The man had taken his word that he was ok.
That was rarer than Izuku liked.
A part of Izuku almost felt bad for taking advantage of this fact to make his escape and avoid discussing his ruined Armament Prosthetic.
Telling people he was walking around with explosives in his arms would probably not go over well. People were strange like that. Say you had a bomb, and people lose their damn minds but say you are a walking fountain of Nitro-glycerine, and they praise you.
"Score one for quirk society, I suppose", Izuku mock cheered, bringing his head down. His weary eyes settled on the tabletop or, more accurately, the covered plate with his name on it. Izuku was soon smiling, the stress of the day momentarily forgotten as he noticed the handwriting to be his mother's.
'I hope she didn't do this by herself,' Izuku thought, picking up the note and checking it, seeing that much to his relief, his Aunt Mitsuki had come by and assisted. Izuku knew that his mother liked to do things by herself, but she tended to forgo her limits.
"Katsudon…" Izuku breathed, smiling as he peeled back the cover and saw his favourite. He would have to thank his mother the next time he saw her and Aunt Mitsuki. Izuku might not like Katsuki because his personality was hot garbage, but his mother was a gem.
The Bakugos had been incredibly helpful after the incident. They had visited both Midoriyas countless times in the hospital, and even after leaving, Mitsuki and Masaru had made themselves invaluable. Mistuki was more prominent, but Izuku would be hard-pressed to ignore the time off Masaru had taken to be there for him and his mother.
Once upon a time… even Katsuki had been a cherished friend. He had come to spend time with Izuku, helping him beat back the loneliness of that oppressive hospital room.
But that relationship had not lasted.
Removed from the isolation of the hospital and his house and reexposed to the social nightmare that was school, their friendship withered. People cared about Heroes. Kids only cared about Heroes.
Izuku didn't.
All around him, people were talking about Heroes and their Quirks and the amazing feats they accomplished. This led to the kids talking about their own future in heroics, and few were as braggadocious as Katsuki.
This was fine.
Until you don't jump on the bandwagon.
Katsuki expected worship; he expected constant recognition, and he expected Izuku to jump in line.
Izuku, though, had other ideas. Instead of chanting his friend's praise, Izuku wished him well and focused on his own goals. At first, this schism was no big deal, Katsuki would strut about singing his praise, and Izuku would research engineering. Izuku would spend his time tinkering during lunch, and Katsuki would show off his incredible quirk.
Things changed when Katuski crossed a line.
Izuku had been minding his business, tinkering with a tiny device, a remote control car he was trying to build out of some old busted laptop. He had been working on it for a good while when a pained cry and a flash of light broke his focus.
In a second, he had been up and looking around in a panic, the noise bringing up things he, at that point, was still seeing a therapist about. He still needed his crutch then, and his arm prosthetic was often left at home.
He didn't like the hook.
Moving quickly, Izuku found the source of the pained outburst, and what he saw made him see red.
Another kid was laid out on the floor, cradling his arm, and standing over him had been Katsuki. The smell of burning cloth and the fear on that boy's face had Izuku charging towards Katsuki and his goons.
His shouts were little more than choked coughing fits as he berated Katsuki, asking him what he was doing. Izuku, it turns out, had been an unobservant idiot, so sucked into his new fascination with the world of invention that he had not known who he was associating with.
Katsuki had become nothing more than an egotistical bully lording his power over others with his hanger-ons being little better than thugs.
When Izuku had said as much, Katsuki had swung at him.
Never mind that the boy had known of Izuku's frailty, ever the hot head Katsuki Bakugo had used his quirk on his 'friend'. When Izuku didn't go down, though… that was when things changed forever.
Katsuki must have expected the young broken boy to roll over like some abused puppy.
Izuku had instead bludgeoned Katsuki with his crutch.
Izuku had been outnumbered and punching way above his weight class, but he fought on.
He fought until he was coughing up blood and had to be rushed to the hospital by his Aunt Mitsuki.
Katsuki Bakugo's mother.
She had torn into her son, and the hospital shook as she yelled and berated her then-preteen son. But Masaru had been worse; when he rushed to the hospital, he didn't immediately tear into Katsuki.
He asked after Izuku.
He ignored his son, only acknowledging him once he knew exactly what was happening with Izuku. He didn't speak with the boy until after he had checked in with the greenet and ensured he was all right.
Then he acknowledged Katsuki.
Izuku had no idea what was said; neither did Mitsuki or anyone else, for that matter. Whatever was said was entirely kept between Masaru and Katsuki, but from that day forth, Katsuki Bakugo never laid another hand on Izuku.
As far as Izuku knew, he also immensely reduced his bullying habits. He still talked to everyone like they were dirt, but at this point, Izuku was willing to put money on that being the only way he knew how to communicate.
That didn't mean Izuku had to tolerate it.
Izuku might not have the same fascination with Heroes as when he was younger, but he still admired the ideal. The desire to protect and aid those around you was admirable. These were the beliefs of Rumble, the man Izuku owed everything to.
Izuku never backed down from Katsuki, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the boy wanted to blow him to kingdom come. Izuku didn't know what brought him to heel, but whatever it was had Katsuki by the throat.
But any trace of their friendship was well and truly dead.
Honestly, the few times the two were even near each other, they ignored each other's existence for the most part. Encounters like today were rare, but they happened, especially when someone drew attention to Izuku.
'Who the hell does he think he is? Telling me what school I can't attend… should have made his fucking phone catch fire,' Izuku thought angrily, taking his plate out of the microwave.
It took him years to adjust to his amputations, but he had become well-versed in balancing on one leg for short periods. He preferred to be stationary without his prosthetics, as hopping around the house was quite bothersome.
He still remembered when the downstairs neighbour had raised a fuss about it.
One look at the Izuku had shut him right up.
Izuku, displaying his years of adjustment, hopped back to his room and slid into his desk chair. Booting up his system, he acknowledged that if Katsuki Bakugo was good for anything, it was lighting a fire under him.
And pissing him off.
"Right then… about ten months until the entrance exam… shit," Izuku mumbled as he forked some of his favourite dish into his mouth. His monitor quickly lit up a immediately switched to a screen showing numerous windows and tabs. The largest one was the one Izuku was presently focused on; it was the culmination of all the intel he had collected concerning the U.A. entrance exams.
U.A. High School boasted one of the most intense entry exams in the country, so much so that some middle schools couldn't even boast one student attending. Aldera was one such middle school; it was easy to see how Katsuki could desire to be the first to solidify his 'legend' better.
Which just gave Izuku more of a reason to ruin it.
But the entrance exam came in two stages unless you were applying for the general course… which did happen but was startlingly rare. After all, everyone wanted to be a Hero but not everyone could make the cut.
The failures got the boot to the general course.
Most went for the Hero exam, which was, for the most part, a well-documented event. Izuku found some information on his first day of researching the entrance exams.
'A whole lot of resentment over there,' Izuku snorted as he ate his dinner going over the pages of text.
The exam was battling some robots, and students were scored on their destructive prowess; it was a little disappointing to Izuku. Judging the calibre of a Hero on their destructive potential seemed short-sighted.
Even more so when he considered that Katsuki would dominate in that exam.
The management exam had been… trickier to discover some info on. Basically, a student would be brought in to have a mock interview. The student would have to perform as if it were a job interview and answer questions about marketing and their 'vision'.
Izuku could see the logic there. Any manager for a Hero had to be ready for a wide array of things. They handled everything from PR to merchandising, and depending on the Hero they represented, every day could be a legal warzone. U.A. did not boast the best management course in the country, but theirs was by no means lacking.
As for the support course.
"Dammit!" Izuku barked quietly; his aggression curbed as he remembered his mother resting. His room was in no way soundproof, and he was always aware of how thin the walls could be. He preferred them that way. Better to hear his mother in case she needed something.
His ire was because there was none, nada, absolutely zero information on the nature of the support course entrance exam. It was blatantly evident that someone was doing some pretty thorough scrubbing, and in any other case, Izuku would be impressed. Keeping a secret that had been exposed to so many individuals was indeed a note-worthy feat.
It just sucked that said feat was proving to be an obstacle to Izuku's future.
It seemed that U.A. might be unable to keep a lid on their Hero course secrets, but their support course was held to stricter standards… or had less resentful failures. It made some sense seeing as the number of hopeful entries to the support course was far less than the Hero ones.
Hero courses also seemed to attract big egos.
Plucking his headphones off their charger, Izuku leaned back in his chair and turned on his mic.
"Thoth, cancel active search," Izuku ordered into his mic.
In response to his words, two more windows suddenly occupied his screen, one showing his command being logged into a log screen, and the other was a text box. After a brief pause, Izuku watched as a message typed itself across the screen.
THOTH: Search cancelled.
"Thank you… file all entrance exam information together and delete the rest," Izuku instructed as he pulled a touchpad into his lap.
THOTH: Commencing…
THOTH: …
THOTH: Data secured, files deleted.
"Good… pull up today's prosthetic data," Izuku continued as he copied the entrance exam info onto his phone.
THOTH: Tabling data…
THOTH: Error, data incomplete.
"I am aware, show what we have," Izuku explained.
THOTH: …
THOTH: …
THOTH: …
Izuku let out a sigh, "THOTH, what's wrong?"
THOTH: Data shows that Armament Prosthetic suffered an explosive failure.
"That is putting it lightly; it was completely destroyed," Izuku spoke, bringing his hand to rub at his stump. It still hurt; he probably should have tried to angle his landing better, but at least he had avoided any more severe burns.
THOTH: …
THOTH: …
THOTH: … What is your condition?
"I am all right, no injuries; the Prosthetic worked as intended," Izuku answered, eyeing his screen and wondering why THOTH was acting up.
THOTH: Incorrect, Armament Prosthetic – Combustion Wave was tampered with.
THOTH: …
THOTH: Data shows device failure is due to human error.
THOTH: What. Did. You. Do.
Izuku snorted loudly. The noise not eliciting a response from Thoth as the sound wasn't recognised as anything by his programming. This was probably for the best, considering that Izuku was currently being interrogated by his virtual assistance program.
"T, don't worry about it; show me today's data," Izuku said.
THOTH: …
THOTH: Confirmed.
"Thank you," Izuku added as his eyes danced over the data his Combustion Wave arm gathered. It was nothing he didn't expect; the device had worked exceptionally well considering the situation. The prosthetic had performed admirably, and Izuku would probably consider building an upgraded model when he got into U.A.
Perhaps one solely focused on being used as a self-defence device instead of featuring other valuable mechanics. Having an on-hand battery and uplink system was handy so he could work on the move, but it had lessened the fuel at his disposal.
"Thoth update Combustion Wave file with annotation. 'Device performed admirably in real life combat situation even when device was used in an… unorthodox manner.' Date for today and attach to today's data."
THOTH: Annotation complete.
THOTH: Data stored. File Updated.
THOTH: …
"T please-"
Izuku was brought up short when the text screen suddenly grew to cover the data about his leg and most of the screen as well.
THOTH: Annotation indicates that Maker Izuku Midoriya was in a 'combat situation'.
THOTH: Maker Izuku Midoriya stated his present condition as 'all right' and that he has sustained 'no injuries'.
THOTH: …
THOTH: Error, data conflict.
Izuku blinked, staring at the words of the program, his mind stalling.
Was his program calling him a liar?
"Thoth, I am fine. I didn't sustain any injuries," Izuku spoke slowly.
THOTH: …
THOTH: Error, data conflict.
THOTH: Data shows Maker Izuku Midoriya was exposed to explosive force of dangerous magnitude.
THOTH: Designation 'fine'. Incorrect.
THOTH: Error, data conflict.
"… The explosion occurred inside of a non-solid subject, and I detached the device before detonation," Izuku again explained, his voice slow to ensure the program understood what he was saying.
"I was sheltered from the blast, T. I am perfectly fine."
THOTH: …
THOTH: Updating.
THOTH: …
THOTH: Data conflict resolved.
And just like that, the text box shrunk, and Izuku looked at a diagram of his most recent leg prosthetic and how it had faired throughout the day. The heat map showed much of what he expected, and looking at it made his stump ache a little.
He would have to adjust the aggravating thing again. It was all well and good to be mobile, but not if it caused his stump to wind up bleeding over his pants.
"T file and store with a reminder to adjust model… again," Izuku sighed, picking up his bowl of food and hurriedly downing the rest of his Katsudon.
THOTH: Data stored.
"… Right…" Izuku muttered in conflict as he placed his bowl down and realised how tired he was.
THOTH: …
THOTH: …
THOTH: Awaiting input.
Izuku was not lacking in things he needed to get done; schoolwork still required to be completed, and he was nearly finished with all of the year's required work. Once that was done, he would be free to continue pursuing his goal of getting into the support course.
But he was in no state to even think about doing it.
His eye itched, proof he had been staring at screens possibly a little too much as of late and after today, he was physically exhausted. He was by no means the most physically capable kid, and today had more than adequately reminded him of that fact.
But worst of all, his thoughts were a mess. He couldn't even focus; his thoughts instead just went in circles.
'No… that's enough; think of Mom,' Izuku surrendered.
"Thoth… Run a system check, perform necessary upkeep tasks and then shut down," Izuku instructed, turning off his touchpad.
THOTH: Commencing.
THOTH: …
THOTH: …
THOTH: Goodnight Maker Izuku Midoriya.
"Goodnight, T…" Izuku yawned, placing his headphones on their charger stand. It was a testament to his exhaustion that he wheeled himself over to his bed rather than get out of his chair.
Rolling into bed, Izuku was out when his head hit the pillow.
His monitor turned off soon after.
His computer ran through the night.
THOTH was one of Izuku's most extended ongoing projects; the boy had been working on and improving the program since he first discovered how much more difficult it was for him to use a computer. Over the years, Izuku improved his design, adding more functions and increasing the complexity of his code to facilitate even more duties.
At first THOTH, The Handicapped Operational and Technical Helper was nothing more than an asset designed to make Izuku's time on the computer easier. Over time though, and through no small amount of effort, Izuku managed to improve his base design and increase its capabilities.
THOTH went from a program made to aid in using a computer to a computing and search program that assisted Izuku in his research. Whether it was browsing sources for relevant information or the collection and quantification of data, THOTH was up to the task. And yet Izuku continues to upgrade his oldest assistant.
THOTH had a hand in all of Izuku's computer-related antics. Which is to say that anything Izuku did THOTH had a hand in. Whether it was scouring the net for relevant information at Izuku's request or displaying collected data in a presentable and comprehensible format, THOTH was able.
THOTH was Maker Izuku Midoriya's ever-present assistant. THOTH was helpful. THOTH had a job.
THOTH was performing necessary upkeep tasks.
It should be noted that THOTH could not assign its own duties.
Nor was it able to halt in performing its duties unless it encountered a pre-programmed block or was told to desist by Maker Izuku Midoriya.
It should also be noted that THOTH is old.
Over time, there have become certain situations in which Maker Izuku Midoriya gives commands that are misinterpreted due to changing designations. For example, when Maker Izuku Midoriya was much younger, he designated his and his own Maker's health as priority memos.
It became necessary for THOTH to remind him to partake of his assigned medical needs, such as essential exercise and ingesting of needed medicines.
THOTH provided memos for Maker Inko Midoriya as well.
Thus the care of Maker Izuku Midoriya's health was a necessary upkeep task.
THOTH was tasked to perform necessary upkeep tasks.
THOTH would care for Maker Izuku Midoriya's health.
THOTH would need help.
Luckily… Maker Izuku Midoriya was nothing if not prepared.
Now THOTH just had to load him up.
*A*S*T*R*A*E*U*S
It was a very tired Izuku who slumped into his desk chair the following morning. He felt as well rested as he had the previous day, and now his mood was suffering. His mother had also not made an appearance, and thus he had no reason even to pretend he wasn't feeling how he was.
Izuku was pissed.
His body felt like a hunk of beaten meat, and he only wanted to curl into a ball and not move for at least a week. Worse yet, he lost one of his Armament Prosthetics, so he only had two left and no chance of building a new one.
He had no money or resources, and his time was a commodity that was growing increasingly lacking.
He wanted to scream, but that would wake his mother and make a lousy morning worse. Lucky logic and reasoning were two areas Izuku excelled in, and soon enough, calmer minds prevailed. It was time to start thinking strategically.
Much of his frustration was from the mess that was his previous day.
The attack yesterday had bothered him more than he had initially thought. The more he dwelled on it, the more he realised how close he was to his own death. Had things gone even slightly different, had his arm release jammed, or had the explosion not been sufficient…
Izuku would be dead.
His mother would be alone.
Everything he had planned… would all amount to nothing.
And why had he left? To attend a stupid special lesson about planning for his future. Izuku was well aware of his future plans. He had them listed out, written down.
He had flow charts, dammit.
But because he had attended what had amounted to little more than a chance for Katsuki to flex on his 'plebian classmates, ' Izuku had nearly died to a Villain.
That was twice now that had nearly happened.
"No… no, it's time to get serious," Izuku declared, his hand falling to massage his leg stump. Phantom pain flared as he bit into the last of his breakfast bar; he groaned into the mouthful of food, curling slightly at the wave of cramping hell.
Izuku let the pain come, and he let it go.
Controlled breaths didn't keep the tears from pooling in his eyes, but it kept him from crying out. When the pain ebbed, his mind was made up. Aldera was a waste of time and probably more detrimental to him gaining enrolment into U.A. High than his suffering attendance.
"And they won't let it drop too low… need my grades for their stats," Izuku thought gleefully. He was by no means as big a prize as someone like Katsuki, with his astounding Quirk and admittedly impressive academics.
But he was a big reason the school was not suffering the brand of a subpar middle school.
The things you can learn from an unsecured network are astounding. Not that Izuku had to go looking; the cyber security at his school was atrocious, and had he wanted to, Izuku could have the answers for every test ever.
But that would be… redundant. He already had the answers; it wasn't like the tests covered material he hadn't long since surpassed in his self-taught pursuits.
It wasn't just the core classes either. Izuku was more fluent in English than the teacher who taught it, and other classes, like social studies, were another area he had excelled in. The workings of society were something he had become intimate with his life, real-world experience and all.
With his mind made up, Izuku submitted the necessary work and notice of his non-attendance to his homeroom teacher. The man would likely react to it the same way he always did.
With complete apathy, he was indeed a benchmark in the field of education.
Izuku pushed the resentment out of his mind. Dwelling on it was wasteful. He had more important things to cover and nowhere near enough time to do so. He had to stay goal orientated and keep his eye on the prize.
Access to U.A. and the resources it safeguarded.
Turning on his computer Izuku was expecting to witness his usual selection of windows and operation feeds courtesy of THOTH. What he was not expecting was for there to be only a single window open.
A window displaying a project he had decided was better left to the wayside until he garnered access to U.A.
"… Thoth… why am I looking at project Hephaestus?"
A.N.
This chapter is brought to you by spite!
Right, so I have learned my lesson, and I will not work on different fics back-to-back. I have reviewed this one twice, and I am positive there aren't any incorrect MC names.
Hehe.
In all seriousness, cheers for pointing out the errors. I fixed them up as quickly as possible, and it's nice to know you guys are more attentive to my writing than I am.
I hope this chapter is received a little better.
Until next time.