Heart Breaking
He sighed as he trudged his way through the school, wearing his favorite green sweater and some blue jeans. He figured since he wasn't actually going to school, he'd just be comfortable. If Principal Nedzu didn't like it, then he could send Izuku back to the dorms to be changed. It'd be more of a hassle for the principal than for him.
Either way, he didn't care. He huffed as he passed by the filled classrooms, where all of his classmates were currently sitting and waiting to begin classes. He wondered what it would be that eh was going to be doing with the principal. As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything like this before and it was unprecedented for him to do this.
Well, he'd find out either way why, since he was at the principal's door.
"Come in Midoriya." He heard before he could even knock. He entered the room. "Though I would have preferred the school uniform, I do not dislike your current wear." There was tea in front of the creature and those beady eyes were centered on the student.
He grunted as he stepped forward to stand in front of the desk, taking in the phone that was settled directly in front of him. "I have a feeling I'm not going to like what you're about to say." He muttered with a tired sigh, to exhausted to care about what spouted out of his mouth at the moment.
"We are going to call your mother and let her know what happened last night, as I agreed to do when any dispute between you and Bakugo occurred." He leaned forward and tapped in his mother's number, the phone already on speakerphone.
His shoulders slumped. "Do we really have to?"
"Yes." They listened to the ringing.
"Hello, this is Midoriya Inko, how can I help you?" The voice was sweet and all, but this was the voice that his mother used with customers. The voice that said she was only putting up with the bullshit because she had to and not because she wanted to. That voice meant she was tired and that meant she worked nightshift.
This conversation would not go well at all.
"Yes, hello Mrs. Midoriya, this is Principal Nedzu of U.A. I hope I didn't interrupt your morning." The principal's own cheerful chirp made chills go down Izuku's spine. He was sure the two of them together would not help him at all today.
There was a pause that made goosebumps pimple on his skin. He didn't like this at all. "It's only been a couple of days since we last met Principle, what could possibly have happened in the time since then."
"Yes, I know, but it seems that separating them in class was not enough. We'll be further separating them by placing Midoriya into the teacher's dorms so that there will be no chance of him or Bakugo confronting each other." He began to explain as he kept steady eye contact with Izuku. "We are doing this because Bakugo confronted your son and asked him to follow him for a talk. Your son decided it was a wise decision to follow and the two got into a fight. I will give Mr. Midoriya the fact that eh did fight back even after he tried to run away."
More silence for a long period of time. "Is he in the room with you?"
He gulped heavily. "Hi mom."
"I'm proud of you Izuku, for standing up to him." He blinked in surprise at that. "But I expect better of you. You do not follow your abuser and you will stay away from Bakugo-kun until I say otherwise, do you understand me dear?" The threat was clear in her voice, even as the pride fought to override the disappoint that she obviously felt.
"Yes mom, I understand." He nodded his head as well, even as he looked away from the principal and to the floor.
"Alright. Now, as for moving him, I agree. I don't want to separate him from his friends, but I don't want him to have the temptation of confronting Bakugo-kun again. I do hope you will find a way for him to spend time with his friends. I don't want to take that away from Izuku after everything else he's been put through."
"But of course. I thought that a teacher could supervise in the lounge of the student's dorms. I would even take several shifts as well to prevent confrontation." He explained his plan. This would hopefully allow Midoriya time with his friends while keeping any confrontations to a minimum. "He would not be permitted to stay after curfew and would be required to return to the teacher's dormitory with the supervising teacher."
"As long as the teacher knows that he is to stay in the room until they leave for the night. If they take one eye off of him and something occurs, then I will prohibit visits to the student lounge. Once that occurs, you'll have to figure a different way for him to see his friends outside of class." She stated calmly.
"But of course." Nedzu agreed easily. "Now that we have that covered, we've also decided, because he agreed to leave the dorms after curfew, that he will be spending the week with me. This is a trial period as well, to see if what I've heard is true, and if it is, then I'd like to make it a course for him to work on his analytical skills."
Izuku's eyes snapped up as he stared at the principal, who was taking a sip of his tea at that moment. "Ah, you must be talking about his notebooks." Izuku flushed at the mention of them. "I wonder, have you've seen them yet? I'm sure they were in his dorm room when we were setting his room up."
"Notebooks? I didn't realize there were such things. I'll have to take a look at them then." The principal raised a nonexistent brow, watching the boy as his face flushed full and then began to go down his neck.
"Ah, yes, you'll have to. Well if that's all, then I think I'll let you go principal. Izuku, sweetheart, I love you and I'm so proud of you baby."
"Thanks mom." He whispered as tears misted over his eyes. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay baby. Have a good day principal."
"You too Ms. Midoriya." With that the line disconnected and Izuku was left in the office with the principal. "Now, what is this about notebooks?"
Izuku could only flush a deeper red than before as he tucked his head down.
HB
"This is bullshit." Katsuki growled to himself as he glared at the piles of bags in front of him. All the asshats in his class had taken complete advantage of his house arrest. Pushing chore after chore after chore onto him.
It was bullshit.
He also knew that he deserved it in the end.
Either way, he still hated it. Especially as this would mean he'd have to go out to the back where the trashcans were and then be right back in. He'd be trapped in the building the rest of the day until his meeting with his counselor and then he'd return. All the other asshats were in class with that fucking hobo and the shitty nerd was with the fucking rat.
He hated being stuck in here.
He sighed as he shook his head and picked up the trash bags. "Alright, one trip or die!" He growled to himself as he began to walk through the dorm to the entrance. He'd have to walk around the entire building to get to the trash since the back had been locked. So he had to take the long way around to get to it. "Of all the shitty things." He grumbled as he got to the front entrance.
Only to come to a stop when Ectoplasm and All Might walked through the door. "Ah, young Bakugo, I see we're hard at work." The blonde smiled down at the younger one. "Don't mind us, we've just gotta take care of some business here."
"Tch, whatever." He grunted as he pulled the bags back up and walked out. It didn't matter if the teachers were doing something, it was none of his business. With that in mind, he kept moving towards the garbage, tossing them into the dumpsters. "All this bullshit."
"Well, if you stayed out of trouble, you wouldn't be stuck as you are."
He looked at the wall just above the dumpsters and came face to face with a…a face. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Explosions burst from his fists as he leapt back.
"Oh, sorry for startling you." The eyes blinked as the head tilted in the wall.
"THE FUCK YOU DID YOU CREEPY ASS DOLLFACE!" Man, he wanted to slam his fist into the wall and explode it, but he knew that would be going against his counseling, so instead he clenched them and let them smoke instead. "The fuck are you doing in the shitty wall? Shouldn't you be in fucking classes?"
"Ah, yeah, see, I just got back from my internship." The guy explained with a bright smile. "I saw you and you looked upset, so I thought I'd try and cheer you up, but it seems like that's just how you look in general." The creepy doll eyes winked at him before disappearing. "Well, better get back to work before you get in more trouble!"
"SON OF A BITCH!" He snarled before turning away and stomping away.
He didn't know what that creepy doll eyes wanted with him, aside from annoying obviously, but fuck was it weird.
"Whatever, fucking doll eyes." He grumbled as he shoved his hands into his pockets and returned to the front and moved to walk through the doors, only to step aside as he kept a hold on the door so that Ectoplasm and his clones could walk out with boxes loaded up in their arms. "The hell is going on?"
It took another five clones to exit the building before All Might left behind, carrying nothing. "Well then Young Bakugo, please return inside, I don't want you to get into trouble for being out of the dorm too long." He sent a smile at the boy and reached over, ruffling the hair gently.
"Knock it off All Might." The blonde quickly knocked the hand away, scowling at the older man. "I'm not shitty Deku, don't fucking treat me like him." HE turned and walked back into the building, though his mind was wondering what exactly they removed from the building.
Nothing in the common room seemed different than before, same with the kitchen, and dining room.
"Why were the here?" He looked around the place, the areas he had the ability to look into, but found nothing different there. "What did they remove?"
HB
To be fair, he had known he was to be moved out of the dorms and moved into the Teacher's building, but he hadn't actually thought it would happen.
But he was looking at his room, set up like it had been in the student's dorms, but only in the teacher's dorms. Though he had to admit he was going to enjoy his personal living room with the small kitchenette that was in there as well.
What made it even weirder was the fact that he was sat between Aizawa-sensei's and All Might's rooms.
He sighed as he settled on his bed, laptop on his lap, going over material that Nedzu had sent him. Material on analyzation and planning around different types of quirks. There were also quizzes and tests that the principal wanted him to go over and send back. Something about analyzing Izuku's own abilities and capabilities on the mental plain.
The principal had even had asked him to hand all of his notebooks over, requesting that he give them to Aizawa-sensei when he got to the teacher's dorms. The man would then bring the notebooks to him.
He didn't understand why he couldn't just bring them to the principal, seeing he was to see the creature everyday for the next week. He could bring them with him the next day even and just hand them over to the other.
Only he knew that Aizawa-sensei would be here to pick them up soon. The man had to deal with his class but he would be here soon.
He sighed and looked over to where the notebooks were sat on one of his shelves, all fifteen of them. Two having been made during his time here in U.A.
HE wasn't sure if he wanted the principal to actually see his notes. No one but his mother and Bakugo had ever seen them, and really, he had made sure no one else had. Though he admits that having rewrote all of them in code. It had taken much of his time while in his dorms, hanging with his friends in his room. It also helped that he had almost all of them coded and the older ones had been destroyed and their ashes flushed. It had hurt him but he had done it to try and protect those he had written about.
Especially his classmates.
Though he knew that only two others had read them, he had felt that others could get their hands on them and use them.
The league could have gotten the notebooks.
He grimaced at that thought before shaking his head. He had fixed the problem and since there were only three others that knew his code, well, he figured that it was all safe in the end. Especially since it would take someone of great creativity to figure out his code.
He smirked at the thought of someone looking at his code now, especially without knowing what it all meant.
A knock on his door brought his attention from the laptop and the second quiz he had finished. "One second!" He wasn't surprised to find Aizawa-sensei standing at the door, looking at him with his ever tired expression. "Hello Sensei, I'm assuming Nedzu sent you to get my notebooks." He turned and walked over to the book shelf.
"Problem Child, what would Nedzu want with these notebooks? I know you wrote about your classmates, but I couldn't read it." He remembered looking at the page of Todoroki. The pages of his other students that he had created. "I thought of the code you made and applied all the breakers I've known, I don't think I've come close to breaking it at all."
Izuku smiled at that as he gathered the notebooks into his arms, looking down at them sadly. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to be seeing them for a very long time, if ever again, though he couldn't tell you why. "Here they are sensei." He turned and held the notebooks out to the man. "Take good care of them please."
"Of course I will Problem child." Aizawa gave him a nod as he took them into his own arms. He could see the tension in the child's shoulders, as well as a sadness in his eyes, though he didn't understand why. These were only notebooks that he could rewrite if he ever wanted to. "Now, it is getting late, go to bed."
Izuku could only gulp as he watched his teacher leave his room with the door clicking shut behind him.
He didn't even try and stop the tears from falling down his face, knowing that a big part of him had been taken away without his teacher's knowing or understanding.
HB
"Have you heard about what happened?" Mina whispered to Kirishima from where they sat on the floor, Sero and Kaminari sat above them on the couch, with Bakugo sat off to the corner where he could look at his little group.
"About Midoriya?" The redhead muttered back with his own sadden eyes. "Yeah, I heard."
"What about Midoriya?" Kaminari questioned next as he turned and looked over the couch to stare at the kitchen table, where the self-proclaimed Deku Squad were sitting quietly, all with confused, sad, or blanked looks. "Did he get hurt again?"
"It wouldn't be anything new if he did." Sero chuckled as he cracked his neck and stretched his arms above his head. "I'm just wondering what villain he got into a fight with when he was supposed to be in detention."
"I mean, ya, that's what normally happens with Mido-bro, but I don't think that was the problem this time around." Kirishima admitted when he glanced over at Bakugo.
The blonde snarled at the redhead, having heard about what had happened and putting the move of boxes together. "What the fuck are you looking at, shitty hair?" He knew what the other was thinking, honestly, he wasn't worried about it either. Let the shit for brains think what he wants as it wouldn't affect who he was. He wouldn't just change because the other wanted him to, not even because he wanted to as well.
Kirishima sent him a sad smile before looking away to continue the conversation with the other three dumbasses of their so called squad.
He had heard about Deku being moved out of the dorms. Had heard him being put somewhere else.
All because they had fought the night before.
He snarled as his palms exploded with his frustrations.
It was all his fault.
Just like with All Might's end.
HB
'Read them.' The text read on his phone, his eyes blinking tiredly as he held the notebooks in his arms.
"What are you up to you little rat." He grumbled as he walked into his room, where he had come to a stop as he received the text. The principal wanted him to know something, but he wasn't sure what it was, had no clue as to what he could possibly have planned.
Especially concerning the coded notebooks.
His phone beeped again.
He sighed as he looked at a code breaker, one he had never seen before. 'Use this to read the thirteenth notebook. This is the codebreaker for that notebook only, the others have different ones.'
"Well, I guess I better start." He sighed once more as he sat on his couch, notebook in his lap. He opened the notebook toe the front and looked at the inside cover. There was coding there, so he would start there, at the beginning.
'This is notebook 13, and my name is Midoriya Izuku and I am quirkless.'
"That can't be right." He mumbled as he looked at the decoder and then back at the notebook. There was no way Nedzu had got this wrong, though there could always be a first….which was completely zero. "Whatever, guess we'll see what Midoriya has hiding in this notebook of his."
HB
"So, did you enjoy your assigned reading?" He sipped at his tea as he looked at the teacher in front of him.
"I don't know what you are planning, but this isn't going to help." Aizawa snarled as he slammed the notebook on the desk, making it bounce before it settled. "If anything, it's going to make me push him further into counseling than anything."
"I'm assuming you also read the analyses on the latter pages as well as the first few ones. I asked you to see that one because he has the newest heroes on the scene in them. I wanted to have your opinion on them." He stopped and stared at the other with a raised brow. "But it seems you read the cover and first few pages. I knew the risk but you still needed to see it, to maybe understand your student a bit better now."
"Understand? Understand how my student was neglected by his previous teachers and abused by his fellow classmates? Understand how he was all alone except for his mother that didn't even believe in him then either?" He was practically foaming at the mouth now. "How he didn't have a quirk until the entrance exam and so had to work from ground zero all on his own to figure out how to control said quirk! He was breaking goddamn bones! I could have helped if I had known that!"
"Did you not read his files?" Nedzu opened a drawer and pulled said file out. "It was all in here for you to see."
Aizawa could say nothing as he looked at the file. He got his student's files at the start of the year, every year, but he didn't actually read them. It tended to make a bias opinion and he wanted to look at them with fresh eyes free of opinions.
So he hadn't actually looked at it.
Hadn't even opened it.
He realize he had made a mistake because of that. HE shook his head as he reached over to the file and picked it up, the notebooks spilled over Nedzu's desk. The rat could read them as he pleased. He already knew that Midoriya wouldn't be getting them back from what he read in the one. It was too dangerous to allow a student to keep those notebooks, it could lead to disaster if a villain was able to decipher them.
Inside of Midoriya's files were the records from his middle school, records showing a story that didn't match up to his student.
From what he was reading, Midoriya shouldn't have even been able to apply to the school. Detentions upon detentions for cheating on tests and assignments, getting into fights, drug dealing, skipping classes, disruption in classes and assemblies. There were even marks for drug use and alcohol consumption.
"I don't understand." He mumbled as he continued to look over everything. His grades were acceptable, b's mostly, but a couple of a's and c's. There were complaints from teachers of how rude and disruptive he was, how he would not listen and would ignore them. "None of this sounds like Midoriya, none of it."
"I've been doing my own research." Nedzu admitted as he steepled his paws together. "I was curious about a boy, with such a horrendous file, would bother applying to U.A. when he should have known he'd be ignored."
That was true as well. U.A.'s screening process was harsh and allowed no exceptions to pass through their doors. You had to have a spotless record with an acceptable grade point average if not higher. "How was he accepted into the school?"
Nedzu met the other's eyes with his own as he smirked. "The school board normally has the last say on who is allowed in, but in this case, I had an exemplarily hero give a glowing recommendation. I would have opened up a spot for him, but because of his records, he had to go through the general application process and exams."
"A hero recommended him." Even with a recommendation, with his records in the state they were in, he would have been rejected from even taking the exam. It had to be a hero high up in standing for the boy to be allowed. "What hero?"
"Come now Aizawa, you are smart, can't you put the pieces together?" God, he hated it when the rat wanted him to think, the be smart, and expect so much from him. It was annoying and tiring.
But to be fair, this one was easy to figure out. Mostly because All Might couldn't hide how much he cared for the Problem Child, especially when he was 'secretly' training the boy. "Honestly, this is getting ridiculous." He ran a hand over his face before looking at the files. "Even still, none of this can be true. The Problem child isn't any of this."
The principal pushed a cup of coffee towards his employee. "I agree, even just from the one session I've had with the boy. This file is false, everything I've read here is false. I've already started an investigation on the school itself, but there must be an interview done with the Principal and some of the teachers there."
"And you want me to go and deal with them." He sighed as he realized what this meeting was truly about. It was so he could begin to see what was truly going on with his students and their past.
"That's right, you'll be the Hero that'll be investigation the corruption of Adera High."
HE could only sigh as he realized how busy his hours outside of the school was going to get even more busy than before.
HB
He stood in front of the principal's desk, looking at where all of his journals were stacked off to the side, well out of his reach. "I've decrypted and read all of them. Your code is highly complicated and difficult, even for me to decode, and I suspect that was exactly what you wanted."
"What are you going to do with them now?" he questioned next, knowing exactly what was written in those notebooks. Years of analyzing and theories and thoughts were mixed in with his blood, tears, and soul. He had a thought about what was going to be said, and he hated it greatly.
"Because of the information held within, even with how well they are encrypted, it would be dangerous if they were to fall into the wrong hands. We've encountered villains with minds similar to our own and I suspect they'd be able to decrypt it and use the information inside." He met the teen's eyes, watching as they darkened with a sorrow that only an artist at the loss of their beloved work could experience.
"You'll be keeping them then, right?" he questioned as one of his hands twitched, as if wanting to reach out and clutch the notebooks to himself. "Am I ever going to get them back?"
"Eventually, once you are strong enough to protect them or have a secured location to hide them. Until then, I'll be keeping them with me in my own domain." He gave a gentle smile towards the child as he pushed a cup of tea towards him. "But fear not, I will not keep them from you. If you ever wish to see them, all you need to do is let me know and I'll allow you to see them here in the office with me. That way we know no one will be taking them and using their information inside."
"Yes principal." He agreed, only because there was nothing he could do about it. His notebooks were a part of him but he knew the danger they posed as well. That didn't mean it hurt any less to leave them here in the possession of the principal, an individual that could decode his encryption, and so could protect them.
"I know this will hurt, but in time you will understand why I have made this decision. But until you can understand, I'm sorry I must remove them from your possession." He bowed his head shortly before taking in the tear tracks the child was crying.
It felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. The one thing that got him through all of his school career. Writing about heroes and their abilities, trying to find a way for him to be a hero even as he was quirkless, with no real power but the one he had in his head. His mind.
But those notebooks had all of him in them. His heart and soul and tears and blood and fears and dreams. They were a part of him that he had leaned so heavily on to survive the hell that had been his life.
Now he was losing them.
So he couldn't and wouldn't stop the tears.
Not when a part of him had been ripped from him.
HB
He sighed as he looked at the file once more, wondering what he was going to do. He had set up the appointment for Aldera Middle for the next day. He had a substitute set up to watch his classes as well and he knows that everything would be fine with Ectoplasm watching. Clones came in handy in these situations.
But then he was also lucky that he wasn't going alone either. Hizashi was going as well, thankfully agreeing when he asked.
There was a few things he was going to have to keep an eye out for, also things that Hizashi knew to keep an eye out for as well. He shook his head as he remembered the names in the files he needed to speak with. One being the principal.
That was going to be a hard one, especially since he was sure the principal was riding the coattails of the problem children. Using their success of getting into U.A. as a way to get better funding. It was the normal thing for schools to do once they get students into a hero school, to use them to get funding and higher standing.
This could lead to a load of things that could lead to trouble. It wasn't exactly the ideal situation in general, so Aizawa would have to watch what he said and did at the school. Luckily, with Hizashi going along, he'd have a well known spotlight hero with him to help talk circles around the principal. Hopefully that would help out to get the information he wanted.
Either way, this was going to be troublesome, but it would hopefully lead to a better understanding of the two problem children.
"Or it'll be more trouble." He grumbled as he laid his head on his desk. He really didn't want to deal with this.
HB
A.N. The next part of my Breaking Point Series. The punishments for both boys and the consequences of what they have to deal with as well. Then of course the horror that Aizawa is going to deal with. I hope you all known that the next part of this story is going to have a lot of abuse in it, so an early TRIGGER WARNING is being given! I'll try and remember to put one at the start of the next part. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed and I can't wait to hear from you!
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