Out of all the people Izuku expected to see after waking up, a police detective, his homeroom teacher, and Recovery Girl were at the top of his list.

All Might was not.

"Hello, Midoriya-kun," Recovery Girl said gently, "How are you feeling? You gave us quite the fright, dearie."

Izuku winced. "S-sorry."

He winced again at the sound of his voice, raspy and gritty after having gone without water for what was likely at least a few days.

"No need to apologize," Recovery Girl tutted, "What you did was very brave. Even most pros wouldn't be willing to do what you did."

He blushed, somewhat uncomfortable with the praise. Izuku knew it wasn't something he should be feeling too good about, being willing to get seriously hurt just so others would be alright, but it wasn't exactly like he had any other redeeming qualities. It did feel nice to see All Might nod in agreement from behind her, though his ever-present grin was a tad unnerving given the situation.

Recovery Girl walked up to his bedside, lowering her voice so that the others would have to strain to make out what she was saying. "How are your injuries?" She whispered, "The strike Kendou received would have killed her, and should have killed you."

Izuku cringed at the news, her tone doing nothing to lessen the blow of the revelation. Even if he had sort of expected it given what he had seen back at the USJ, it wasn't exactly a comforting thought that he should have been dead.

But it was better him than one of his classmates. If he had a choice, Izuku would do it all again in a heartbeat to keep them safe. They hadn't immediately hated him, which meant they were some of the kindest people he'd ever met. He even called some of them his friends.

He wondered if they would treat him the same way if they knew about how he used to be Quirkless.

"Um, my arm still hurts," he admitted bashfully, "As for my torso, I can't really tell unless I get up and start walking around."

Recovery Girl nodded at the information before stepping back and giving him some more breathing room. "That's about what I expected. Considering what happened after the entrance exam, it should come as no surprise to you that my Quirk still doesn't react well with yours. The healing will have to be done by your body alone, although based on what we've seen while you were unconscious it will be a quicker recovery than an average human."

Izuku nodded in return. "I figured."

With that, Recovery Girl stepped back, turning towards her little computer to check on something or other. It was probably related to him, and Izuku suddenly had the feeling that he'd be the center of many a headache for the Youthful Heroine.

The detective stepped forward next, All Might and Vlad King stepping in line behind. The man was clearly exhausted, and gave Izuku a kind smile with tired eyes and a five o'clock shadow that had certainly been left unattended for days.

"Hi there, Midoriya-kun," the man greeted, "I'm Detective Tsukauchi of the Musutafu Police Department. I just need to ask you a few questions about what happened, if that's okay?"

He just nodded, not quite trusting his voice yet underneath the stares of All Might, Vlad King, and the detective.

"Well, how about we start off at the beginning?" Tsukauchi prodded, pulling out a notepad, "We've gotten the gist of things from your classmates, but I'd still like to hear what happened in your words. Where did the warp villain, Kurogiri, send you?"

"The Landslide Zone," Izuku confirmed, causing the detective to nod and write something down on his notepad, "Um, Tsubaraba-san and Honenuki-san were there with me. We figured out that the villains didn't know what our Quirks were, since they hadn't attacked us, and that gave us time to come up with a plan."

Tsukauchi nodded. "To create a landslide, right? Wash away the villains?"

"Something like that, yeah."

He wrote down another few lines on his notepad before straightening up a tad. "That's in line with what your classmates told us," he informed Izuku, "But we're a little confused as to what happened afterwards."

Izuku shrugged lamely. "Tsubaraba-san hurt his arm as we fell after avoiding the landslide, and I transferred it. I started running around to find anyone else who needed help, but only found Tsunotori-san, Kodai-san, and Nirengeki-san in the Mountain Zone before I ran into the Conflagration Zone. I took Tsunotori-san's sprained ankle and then found Shiozaki-san and Kendou-san there and transferred her injury, then I passed out."

"That's it?" Tsukauchi asked, "Nothing in between then that we should know about?"

"Tsukauchi…" Vlad King began, tone threatening.

Izuku looked confused. "No? Is there supposed to be something?"

Vlad King shook his head. "No. The detective is merely being thorough, right?"

Tsukauchi nodded. "Yes, yes. This all checks out. Two questions though - Honenuki and Tsubaraba both told us that you said your Quirk was a simple healing one, can you explain why you lied to them?"

He looked down at his lap. "I, uh," he muttered, "Didn't think they'd react very well if they knew what my Quirk did right after transferring Tsubaraba's broken arm. Didn't think they'd let me leave to go looking for anybody else, either."

"Makes sense," he replied, "And as for the other one, why? Why did you not simply head for safety, and instead risk your wellbeing to go and aid your classmates?"

Ah. Of course they would ask that.

Izuku knew why he would do something like that - there were practically a dozen reasons why he had been so willing to throw himself onto the pyre for anybody and everybody in his class. Explaining it to other people, however, wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world.

He couldn't exactly go and say 'Well, their lives are more valuable than mine due to a variety of factors that I am not at liberty to share', now could he?

All Might noticed the troubled look on his face. "Now, now, Tsukauchi-kun, he was merely exhibiting a desire to help those in need! Acting as a true Hero should! Young Midoriya had the ability and urge to help his friends in danger, and so he acted on those desires! There is nothing wrong with putting the needs of others before your own, even if the… risks inherent with Young Midoriya's Quirk leave something to be desired."

"Agreed." Vlad King nodded. "We can criticize his actions all we want, but it would be quite hypocritical to do so - antithetical to the idea of a Hero, even. There are some concerns with what happened, yes, but we can deal with this at a later time."

Izuku got the strange feeling that they had forgotten he was listening to them.

Tsukauchi shrugged apologetically. "Just doing my job." He spared Izuku one last glance as he turned to leave the room. "Get well soon, kid. Hope you don't take it the wrong way when I say I hope we don't need to meet up again for a few years, yeah?"

Izuku blinked as the detective waved and quickly shut the door behind him, not really given the time to say his own goodbyes. Vlad King ran a hand through his hair, looking quite irritated, and All Might just sighed. Izuku felt rather small as he sat up in the cot while they expressed their exasperation.

Vlad King looked very out of his depth as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out the right words to say.

"Sorry about him," he said after a minute, "He's good at his job but he's… very thorough."

"It's okay," Izuku said simply.

Vlad King shook his head. "No, it's not," he insisted, "You and your classmates were through a traumatic experience, one that should not have happened and that we are responsible for. He could have had a little more tact."

"Kan," All Might interrupted, "You know why he was like that. You're getting distracted."

Vlad King sighed again. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he grunted, "Just irritated."

Izuku looked down at his hands solemnly. Was he mad at him? It wouldn't shock him.

"Midoriya-kun," Vlad King continued, "Look at me please. I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest, alright?"

Izuku slowly raised his eyes to meet his teacher's. Instead of the angry or upset look he had expected, Vlad King's eyes were filled with…

Concern?

He almost didn't believe it.

"Did you know just how badly Kendou was hurt when you decided to use your Quirk on her?" He asked softly, something that contrasted greatly with his sharp features.

Izuku shook his head slightly. "I knew it was bad," he admitted, "But I couldn't really gauge just how bad her wound was based on just what I saw. There wasn't a lot of time for me to act, either, b-because I was pretty sure she was in shock. I didn't think it would leave me out for, uh…"

"Three days," All Might added helpfully before his tone grew slightly more somber, "I must apologize to you, Young Midoriya."

"W-what?" Izuku squeaked, "What do you have to a-apologize to me for, sir?"

All Might frowned again. "Well, as the years have gone on, I must admit that I am not as spry as I used to be. Even the Symbol of Peace is only a man, after all."

Izuku blinked. "B-but you're All Might. Even if you're getting, um, a little older, you're still the greatest hero ever. A-and why would you have to apologize to me for that?"

"Patience, Young Midoriya," All Might chuckled, "But as I was saying, being a Hero - at my age, it takes a little bit more out of me each year that goes by. When I applied to become a teacher at U.A., I was expected to put my teaching career before my Hero one, even if only temporarily. Unfortunately, in my hubris I foolishly thought I could do both. The morning of the USJ attack, I had spent a lot of my energy on simply fighting petty crime that I had passed on my way to work. Had I left it to the Heroes who already had the situations under control, I would have been more prepared, more able to battle the villains who threatened the lives of you and your classmates. For this, I cannot apologize enough."

"O-oh." Izuku didn't really know how to respond to his idol apologizing. "I-it's okay, really! It's not like you could have known about this - you were just doing your job as the Symbol of Peace! Um, nobody else got hurt, right?"

Vlad King nodded. "Aside from a few scrapes and bruises here and there, you and Thirteen were the only ones severely injured."

"Th-then it's okay!" He tried, "I mean, I'm fine now, so–"

All Might put up a hand to silence him. It worked extraordinarily well. "You may have survived, Young Midoriya, but you were severely injured in no small part due to my negligence. You may be fine now, yes, but what if you weren't? What if you were too slow to reach Kendou, and something worse happened? It is precisely because of what could have been that my actions were so unforgivable." His eyes hardened. "It will not happen again."

Even if Izuku wasn't the target of All Might's furious stare, he still gulped. "I-it's still okay. Apology accepted."

All Might chuckled. "You are far too kind, Young Midoriya. You have my sincerest thanks."

He nodded back slowly, and All Might looked satisfied. His face took on a conflicted expression, as though he were struggling through a mental battle, but before Izuku could ask if he was okay Vlad King began to talk again.

"So, Midoriya-kun," he began gruffly, "I have some good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Izuku made a face. He didn't know what he was about to hear, but he couldn't imagine it was anything good. "Um, good news first, please."

"Alright." Vlad King nodded. "You've only missed one day of school, and your classmates were happy to compile the notes and homework you've missed for you. Your teachers are also very understanding, and you can have as much time as you need to catch up on your studies. Everyone was very worried about you."

Izuku's face flushed. It was still strange to hear that people actually cared about him now. If Vlad King's words were accurate, he was going to be in for some awkward conversations whenever he returned back to class.

"And the bad news?" He asked hesitantly.

Vlad King frowned. "Due to your… injuries," he continued, "You are going to be unable to participate in most of your Foundational Hero Studies exercises for the foreseeable future, at least until your arm heals."

Izuku winced slightly, but he had expected that. "Is that it?"

His teacher shook his head. "No. The Sports Festival was planned for next week, as you know, and despite many arguments, Principal Nezu decided to keep us on schedule and host it anyways."

Oh.

Oh.

"O-oh." Izuku's small form began to tremble. "I-I see."

The Sports Festival. One of the most important events of the year for Hero students, U.A., and all of Japan. The chance that all hero students used to put themselves out there for the world, and more importantly, the hero agencies of Japan, to observe and hopefully find an interest in.

And Izuku wasn't going to be able to compete.

Because of course not. When would the universe choose not to fuck him over?

Vlad King and All Might shared a look. Neither of them looked thrilled with his reaction, although there was a grim acceptance shared between the two heroes. "You will still be receiving offers from U.A. related Hero agencies," Vlad King offered, "Your situation will be explained to any and all Hero agencies willing to hear us out, and can still give you offers at their discretion."

Izuku sniffled pathetically. "O-okay."

All Might thought he looked like a kicked puppy - no, that was too kind. He looked like a puppy that had been starved for weeks and left to die.

"I am so sorry, Young Midoriya," All Might said again.

Izuku really didn't feel like crying in front of All Might and his homeroom teacher, but if this continued for much longer he wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"I want to go home." He whispered.

Vlad King nodded solemnly. "I understand. You just need to go through one last check up with Recovery Girl, and you'll be free to go."

He and All Might made for the door, with the Blood Hero turning around one last time to face him.

"We're here for you if you need anything, Midoriya-kun," he finished, "Please remember that I meant what I said at the beginning of the school year - if you ever need anything, or just want to talk, I'm here for you."

And with that, Izuku was alone again - aside from Recovery Girl, who gently poked and prodded at him to see how stable he was.

He didn't bother to try and hide his tears anymore. At least she didn't comment on them.

–

Izuku was really, really, really close to not going to school the next morning. His cast felt heavy on his arm, and the gauze around his torso (that he had to change daily, on Recovery Girl's orders) wasn't doing much to help things.

Everything kind of felt pointless. Why should he bother? It wasn't like he could participate in the classes that actually mattered for his future, if he even had one with how useless he was. He wasn't going to get a chance to do anything during the Sports Festival, either - what was U.A. going to do, tell Hero agencies that they had a student whose Quirk was getting himself hurt?

What a joke. He'd probably get laughed out of the room if any of those agencies tried to meet him.

And what about his classmates? He remembered how freaked out Shiozaki had been when he had used his Quirk on Kendou back at the USJ - would the rest of them react in a similar manner? Probably. He was a freak through and through, and his Quirk only solidified that. Sure Bondo and Fukidashi had accepted him and his Quirk, but knowing what he could do and actually experiencing it were two different things. What if Shiozaki told them all about what he had done and everybody became weirded out by him? What if Honenuki and Tsubaraba realized he'd lied to their faces and resented him? What if–

Izuku took a shuddering breath. There was no point in dwelling on the what ifs. He'd done that enough in his life already.

Besides, Vlad King had said they were worried about him, hadn't he?

Maybe he was just trying to make Izuku feel better. He'd gotten pretty good at reading people; Vlad King didn't seem like the type of person to lie to him about something as trivial as that.

Eventually he did get out of bed, right before anymore stalling would have made him tardy. Maybe it was his buried spite for everyone and everything that eventually forced him up, maybe he had some naive view that things would be the same as they were. It did mean that he didn't have time to make breakfast for himself, but he could make do. He'd done so many times before, nothing would make today any different.

Nothing but silence greeted him as he exited his room, his tie haphazardly thrown together around his neck.

Not that anything else ever did.

–

It was just a door. He really shouldn't be struggling this much. Just a door to his homeroom.

Why was he shaking at the prospect of seeing his classmates again? He was a nobody. He'd probably just walk in and sit down, and no one would notice him. It was as simple as that, wasn't it?

Yeah. It would be fine.

He opened the door.

Twenty pairs of eyes landed on him immediately.

Izuku practically wilted underneath the shocked stares of his classmates, timidly waving his one good arm. "Um, h-hi–"

"Midoriya!"

He couldn't pick out who it was who said his name first, but it didn't really matter considering just about everyone joined in.

And also rushed over to him.

Shiozaki was the first to reach him, and she looked like she was going to collapse in relief as her eyes met his. "Thank the Lord!" She cried, clasping her hands together in prayer as a small light descended on her from… somewhere, "My prayers were not in vain! I–"

"Yo!" Tsubaraba interrupted, throwing his arms out wide, "Midoriya-kun! What the heck, man! Why didn't you tell me your Quirk was –"

"So MANLY!" Testutetsu roared, "You're like a noodlier version of Crimson Riot!"

People were starting to crowd around him. He let out a tiny 'eep' as everybody got as close as they could to him and continued to try and talk over each other to speak. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

"You didn't have to heal me!" Pony squeaked out in English, "If you hurt yourself when you use your Quirk–"

"Dude!" Fukidashi shouted, the 'O_o' emoticon popping up in his speech bubble, "Why's your arm in a cast? Shouldn't Recovery Girl have–"

"Enough."

That single word was enough to get the entire class to immediately shut up and back up, with everybody parting for Vlad King to make his way over to Izuku - who knew he looked like he wasn't having a good time.

"I understand that all of you are relieved to see your friend," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "But please, give Midoriya-kun some time to breathe, yes? The last thing he needs right now is nineteen faces shouting in his ears, yes?"

A chorus of mumbles rang out through the room. "Yes, Kan-sensei."

Izuku let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, only to freeze up once again as everyone's eyes remained locked on him. "Uh, I-I'm glad you're all okay…"

Tokage rolled her eyes. "Dude, you're the one who got hurt! And the one who apparently went around making sure he was the only one hurt, too!"

Shishida nodded sternly in agreement. "To think Midoriya possessed such a noble spirit behind such a plain demeanor! Looks truly are deceiving!"

"Was that an insult?" Awase snorted as he asked the question, and Shishida turned pale at the accusation.

"Why I would never–" He balked, causing Kaibara and Rin to laugh at their large classmate.

Tetsutetsu clapped him on the back, causing him to wince and nearly stumble at the force. "You're so manly! Teach me your ways!"

"Hey, metalhead!" Honenuki started, pulling him back from a groaning Izuku, "Are you too dumb to realize he's still injured?"

Tetsutetsu blinked as Honenuki grabbed his face and pointed it in the direction of his left arm and the cast that covered it - he'd had to make some… modifications to his sleeve to get his uniform on. "Oh."

"That's odd," Yanagi said quietly, "Why didn't Recovery Girl heal you?"

Izuku shrugged his good arm lamely. "Uh, we don't know why, but both of our Quirks have their own distinct kinds of healing factors, and for some reason they don't, uh, 'play well' with each other," he explained quickly, "I heal at an accelerated rate compared to a normal person, but not by much, and my body rejects Recovery Girl's Quirk."

He looked down at the ground forlornly, his mood ruined once again. "It's not going to be healed in a week, at any rate."

Izuku didn't bother meeting any of his classmate's eyes at that revelation, but if he did he would have seen surprise, grief, and guilt flash across just about all of them.

Fukidashi made a hissing noise. "Ouch, man," he said, once he realized nobody else was going to say anything, "That blows."

"Yeah." Izuku mumbled.

Bondo flicked Fukidashi in the arm. "Real nice," he whispered.

"What was I supposed to say?" Fukidashi hissed back, "Sucks to be you?"

They weren't as quiet as they thought.

"It–" Izuku hesitated, "It's okay. There's nothing I can do about it."

If anything, people just felt worse after he said that.

Tsunotori's eyes widened. "Ooh!" She shouted, causing several glances to be thrown her way, "I know! Let's write Izuku's cast!"

Komori cocked her head at the American. "What? Do you mean sign?"

Tsunotori nodded fervently. "Yeah! That! When my friends got hurt in America we all signed their casts!"

She hurried over to Izuku, eyes sparkling and a marker in her hand as she smiled brightly at him. "Can I?"

"Uh…" What was with Tsunotori and violating his personal space? He didn't mind that much, but she made him blush like an idiot every time she did it. "Okay?"

"Yes!" Tsunotori whooped as she grabbed Izuku's hand and pulled it out in front of her, scribbling on the plaster that encased his injured arm. After a moment she let go, and Izuku's face let up on the redness. "There you go!"

Just like with her number in his phone contacts, she had written Pony in big, bold letters across his cast (the purple of the marker contrasted pretty hard against the alabaster white, he thought). She had also drawn a crude depiction of a horse beneath her name.

"Hey!" Fukidashi said, already grabbing his own marker from his bag, "Me next!"

"I call next!" Someone else yelled.

All of a sudden, Izuku had eighteen people scrambling to sign his cast and put their own little unique mark on his accessory.

It wasn't anything he was familiar with in any capacity, but it was nice. He'd never expected that he'd have an entire class of people who wanted to interact with him, and let him know they were concerned with his well being.

The feeling was so nice, he was able to ignore the one person in the room who wasn't trying to interact with him.

It was a little difficult, though, considering Kendou's indecipherable stare never strayed from him.

–

Lunch was weird. After what was a relatively normal first half of the day where each period was started by one of his teacher's talking about how happy they were to see him again, he had thought the strange events were over.

And then half the class decided to sit with him, Fukidashi, and Bondo at their usual table.

He was crammed between Tetsutetsu and Bondo (who was thankfully cognizant enough to leave Izuku some breathing room for his broken arm), with Shishida and Honenuki also on their side of the table. Fukidashi, Nirengeki, Tokage, Yui, and Pony sat on the other side, and the other half of their class was seated at the closest table they could find.

It was quite the contrast from the first handful of weeks of school, to say the least.

He didn't say much, but he didn't have to. At least two conversations were going on at any given point, and usually there were more. Right now he was simply nodding along to Fukidashi's story about what had happened yesterday while he was recovering.

"I'm telling ya," he rambled on, "I've never seen Kendou so angry! When someone from class 1-A started mouthing off about how lucky we were to get attacked by villains, she ripped them a new one!"

Yui nodded in agreement. "1-A sucks."

"Hell yeah they do!" Tetsutetsu slammed his fist on the table at the mention of their sister class. "Total pricks, the lot of them! That general education kid was a self-centered douche, too!"

Izuku blinked. "Who?"

"Some purple-haired kid that decided to come and talk smack to us about how he missed out on the Hero course," Fukidashi explained casually, "Said how if non-Hero course kids do well enough in the Sports Festival, they can take our spots."

Well then. Wasn't that ominous?

As Fukidashi noticed the uncomfortable look on his face, the boy quickly tried to backtrack. "But, uh, I'm sure he's all bark and no bite!"

"Indeed!" Shishida added, "He had quite the unsavory attitude! If he truly intends to become a Hero, he has a lot of work to do."

Izuku hoped they were right. He couldn't imagine Vlad King and his other teachers dropping him out from the Hero course if some general education kid did a good job in the Sports Festival, considering just why he couldn't participate and all, but it didn't do anything to soothe his frayed nerves.

He felt like had a right to fear the worst at this point.

Tetsutetsu opened his mouth to add something, likely about how 'manly' Izuku was (he still didn't understand what his classmate was talking about), but was cut off as a shadow fell over the group.

"Excuse me, Midoriya-kun," Kendou said politely, her face betraying no hints as to what she was feeling, "Can I talk to you?"

Izuku blinked as he stared up at the redhead. She looked even taller while he was sitting down. "Uh, sure?" He responded, "What do you need?"

She fidgeted in place for a second as some of the others at the table also turned to look at her. "In private," she clarified.

Oh. Bondo slid out of the booth to allow Izuku to get up before he responded, but it wasn't as if he was going to say no. Even if the thought of talking to one of his female classmates was almost enough to turn him into a tomato, he didn't think she would do anything malicious.

He hurried to follow her out into the hallway where there were no prying ears, and soon enough it was just Izuku and Kendou awkwardly staring at each other.

"So, uh," he muttered, breaking the silence and their eye contact as he looked anywhere but at Kendou, "What, uh, what did you wanna talk about?"

Kendou rubbed the back of her head, also averting her eyes from him. "I, um," she started, just as stiff as he was, "I just wanted to say thank you. For the USJ. You didn't have to use your Quirk on me, y'know…"

Izuku nearly did a double-take at her words, but was able to keep a straight face. He realized that if Kendou thought he didn't have to heal her then that meant nobody had told her about how bad the injury was - something he was actually rather okay with, considering he really didn't know how he'd react if people started thinking they owed him their lives or something.

It was also pretty weird hearing someone say 'thank you' to him. Most of the time people ran away screaming after they realized the drawback to his Quirk - it freaked people out pretty hard.

"I-It's okay!" He stumbled over his words once he realized she was still waiting for a response. "It's kind of all that m-my Quirk is good for, so I'm, uh, happy to help…"

He nearly said 'I' instead of 'my Quirk', but caught himself at the last second. He didn't need his classmates thinking he was any weirder than he was, and he hoped Kendou hadn't noticed the near-slip up.

"Still," Kendou insisted, "It's not fair that you're forced to miss out on the Sports Festival because of me."

Izuku frantically waved his one good hand out in front of him. "D-don't blame yourself!" He said, surprised, "I-I'm the one who chose to use my Quirk, i-it's not your fault! B-besides, I probably wouldn't have even done that well in the Sports Festival, what with my Quirk not really being very helpful and not being particularly great at this kind of stuff…"

Kendou frowned at his words. "You shouldn't put yourself down like that," she said, her voice oddly soft, "You're in the Hero course for a reason, Midoriya. You work just as hard as the rest of us, maybe even more - if anybody deserves to get seen by the pros, it's you."

Izuku's face erupted in scarlet at her words, brain already sputtering to a halt. "I– uh– er–"

She blinked. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine," he finally managed to stammer out, still beet-red, "Uh, thanks for saying that, K-Kendou-san."

She smiled gently at him. "Don't worry about it, Midoriya-kun. You don't have to be so formal, you know. We're friends, aren't we?"

Izuku blushed again, looking down at his feet. "Um, sure," he mumbled, rubbing his cast, "Fukidashi tells me to loosen up a lot, too."

Kendou giggled at his reaction, before whispering something that sounded suspiciously like 'Pony was right… he does look like a strawberry!'.

He started to wheeze.

It took him a minute to calm himself down, and Kendou began to speak again. "Seriously, though, thank you Midoriya," she repeated, "If there's anything I can do for you in the future, don't hesitate to ask."

Izuku fidgeted in place for a moment, before offering her a sheepish smile. "Um, got a pen? You can sign my cast, if you want…"

Kendou smirked, already pulling out a green marker that matched the color of her eyes. "I thought you'd never ask."

—

A/N: Once again it has been several months. Whoops. Taking a break from my main story currently to update everything I've been neglecting, and decided to start with this one! Lot of dialogue made this one a bit difficult to get through, but I hope it wasn't too shabby. I'll try to get in another few chapters as soon as I can!

Poor Izuku needs more friends, but he'll get them! It'll get better for him. Eventually. Also I'm tired so any grammatical errors can be directed to the complaints department (reviews).

Hope you all enjoyed! Let me know what you think! See you next time!