Aizawa was seriously considering early retirement. He did not want to deal with whatever he had just walked into by going to the teachers dorm. He had just wanted to check on the Midoriya's before going to his apartment for a bit, intending to grab a to-go bag and his cat, (affectionately named Cyclops, due to the fact he has one eye).

He had walked into the dorm, stopping short as he saw Hizashi and the kid at the small coffee table in front f the couch with papers spread around them and talking animatedly about something. Ms. Midoriya was sitting on the couch, as opposed to the two on the floor, laptop in her lap as she typed. He could only assume she was doing some of her work. He nodded slightly to himself, slowly backing out and closing the door. He turned his back, walking silently away as he decided to stay at his apartment for a bit longer in hopes of arriving to a quieter dorm later.

Flora and Fauna should be getting back from their mission tomorrow, having a stakeout mission. They had a drug bust they were called in for, as they were more a limelight hero duo so they tended to take daylight or nighttime hero work. They didn't mind the spotlight, but they did not like too much of it as they liked having a certain level of privacy. He could respect that, as the public knew little to nothing about him as he is a nighttime hero, tending to stick to the shadows and stay hidden. Surely, they would make his stay in the dorms a slightly calmer experience…. Oh, who was he kidding, Hizashi was there and he loved to try and gossip with him… though he was not opposed to talking about Endeavor's latest scandal….

Izuku was absolutely beaming as he looked at the rough draft for his short story. System had said nothing about getting outside help, so he was using everything at his disposal. Yamada-san was a great help, and now all he has to do is reread it, make a few adjustments, and come up with a way to get it published. Right, okay, he could totally do this.

"Yamada-san, how do I get it published?" Izuku looked up to Yamada-san, eyes wide and questioning. Yamada-san seemed to pause to think it over, so he looked over to his mother, who was working on some documents for her new case.

"Mom, how do I get it published?" He asked her instead. She looked up, thoughtful.

"Well, I have been the lawyer of a few authors before, I could contact them to ask if they could help publish your book sweetie." She took out her phone, scrolling a bit before taping something and making a call. He watched her type something on her laptop as she spoke over the phone, seeming to pull up what she wished as she bid the person bye and turned to Izuku.

"Sweetie, I've got the website of a children's publisher pulled up, look over it and tell me if you think this one would work. If you think so, I can send over the final draft of the story and they can look it over before deciding if they want to publish it or not. I will tell them it would need to be published by Friday, as that was the day of the deadline." Izuku smiled at his mother as he was handed the laptop.

Scrolling through the website, he saw other authors' works that were published through them as well, reading over their reviews and genres as he browsed. He took about five minutes to think it over, before deciding the sooner the better. He wasn't looking for the story to become popular, and wasn't that concerned about the reputation nor known authors of the publisher. He just needed to get it done before he got punished again. He could feel the phantom pains from the small Lichtenberg scars on his back.

"This one seems good mom, thank you." Izuku grinned up at her as he handed her the laptop back. "Thank you Yamada-san." Izuku turned to Yamada and grinned at him as well. He started to gather the papers they used, the character sheets, story outline, discarded ideas, and the rough draft. He needed to reread the draft and make another improved one to send in. If they wish to make changes before publishing he would need to make one other final draft, yet he was also kind of excited to see how the story would do as he had kind of enjoyed writing it. He wasn't sure if he could do it again, not very confident in himself enough to write something by himself, he knew he was too insecure about certain things for him to be comfortable with putting his own thoughts and ideas out their for people to see and read. It was anxiety inducing, yet he would be doing just that by pursuing a career in quirk analysis. He just needs to think of this as a start to becoming more confident in his pursuit of written works. Someday he wished to publish analysis, maybe even a book on how to become an analyst for people to read in the future, but that wasn't now, and this wasn't non-fiction.

He grabbed the papers together, placing them inside a folder before gathering his writing utensils and erasures, putting them inside his pencil pouch and standing up. He grabbed his discarded tea cup, empty now, and made his way to the kitchen to place it in the sink. Setting his pouch and folder on the table, he washed his cup and placed it on the drying rack. He grabbed his things and went to his room, intent to revise everything and finish the story before giving it back to his mother for her to give to the publisher.

He felt something moving, curling a bit tighter before loosening on his torso. Feeling as System slithered up to wrap around his shoulders instead. He flicked out his tongue, hissing as if he had yawned, and moving his face in front of Izuku's.

"So kid, what have you done so far?"

Yuga was dropped off at warehouse f6, his parents wishing him well but leaving as soon as he stepped out of the car. He wrung his hands together, trying to stop how shaky they were. He felt like he was doomed, he was fully aware he could die any time he was near them. They held all of the power, and he was only here since they deemed him useful. The second he wasn't, well. He shuddered, not wishing to finish that thought as his mind went back to that thing in the green liquid.

He walked forward, going towards the door to the warehouse, before glancing around, paranoid. He felt like eyes were on him, it made his heart beat faster as he grabbed the handle. The door creaked as he opened it, the sound grating his ears like nails on a chalkboard. He walked inside, feeling a smidge of relief that All For One wasn't here this time, instead it was just The Doctor and a guy.

He looked him over, noticing him holding knives in each hand, fingers running over the edges of the blades, almost like he was caressing them. He stopped a shudder, a thought crossing his mind about why he might have them to begin with. Nothing good, that's for sure. He walked forwards, standing about 5 ft in front of them before bowing at the waist in greeting, aware that it was something his parents found demeaning of their status yet also aware if he disrespected them he might end up just another experiment of The Doctors.

"Ah, good you've arrived, you may stand." The Doctor chuckled, his laughter high pitched with a gravely undertone, like he had a cold. "This is Yukimura-san, he shall be your first instructor. He is here to develop your ability to endure pain, toughen you up a bit so you don't break easily. After all, if you can't endure pain, and continue to fight then you will inevitably fail at your mission. If you fail well, I guess you could infer what would happen." Yuga gulped, hands starting to shake so he held them behind his back clasped at the wrist. He just hoped nothing left marks, as they would be hard to explain to anyone who became curious. He knew this would hurt, yet he also knew it would not compare to what the Doctor would do should he fail.