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"Urarakaaa!" Izuku yelled out, knocking on her door over and over again.
He heard a few muttered curses, a bang, something crashing and suddenly Tsu appeared at the door, frowning at him.
"It's six in the morning." She said, still glaring.
Izuku nodded. He knew the time.
"So why are you here?" Tsu pushed, her eyes digging into his soul.
Izuku leaned back.
"Umm, I just need Uraraka for the moment," He answered, eyes darting above her to look through the cracked door for any sign of Uraraka. "I forgot something."
"How long will this take?"
Izuku shrugged. "Not long at all, I swear. You'll have your girlfriend back so quick."
"I'll hold you to that, Midoriya." Tsu croaked before shutting the door in his face.
Izuku rocked on his heels and pursed his lips, waiting for a few minutes before Uraraka finally answered the door, a tired smile on her face.
"What did you forget to do this time?" She teased him.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, showing off their homework Ectoplasm had given them.
She gave him a look. "I thought you already did his assignment?"
"Yeah," He looked down, face turning red. "But that fire-spit villain burned it up when Kacchan and I fought him. Remember?"
She laughed, eyes crinkling as she did so. "Oh my goodness, I forgot about that. Alright. Meet me down at the dining table. I gotta grab it."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Izuku shouted, walking backwards in an effort to follow her instructions. "You're the best!"
"I know!" She shouted back as she disappeared from the doorway, obviously looking for the homework assignment.
Izuku bolted down the stairs, nearly running over a sleep-deprived Kaminari and Mina as he did so.
"Midoriya! Be more careful!" Iida yelled at him from the kitchen.
Izuku grinned. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Iida."
"Hmph." Iida huffed, turning to dig in the fridge and Izuku watched as the boy grabbed the orange juice and started chugging it. He watched, in equal parts horror and fascination as the boy drained the jug and shut the fridge door, walking off.
Iida could be so odd sometimes.
"Alright. Here ya go." Uraraka spoke up, sliding over her homework to him as she sat down and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, chomping into it.
"Yes," Izuku smiled, immediately getting to work on copying the answers. "Thank you..."
"What the hell are you doing?" Kacchan asked from right behind him, making him yelp.
"Kacchan! Jesus, don't scare me like that."
"Are you cheating?"
"No!"
"Sure looks like it."
"Nu-uh," Izuku frowned, moving his shoulder to cover Kacchan's view of the two papers. "Besides, I saw you do this with Kirishima yesterday, so I don't wanna hear this from you."
"You callin' me a cheater?" Kacchan goaded him, sounding ready to fight.
Izuku shrugged. "I'm not callin' you a truther."
"You little--!"
"Baku-bro, you ready?" Kirishima yelled out, turning the corner. "We gotta go. It's almost time."
Kacchan growled, glaring at Izuku for a few seconds before storming off and out the door, Kirishima right behind him.
Izuku breathed out.
"Here." Todoroki set down a plate of toast in front of him with jelly on it. "Eat."
"Thanks, Todoroki." Izuku smiled, shoving a piece in his mouth as he wrote as fast as he could.
“Midoriya! You’re going to be late!” Iida yelled out, getting a grumble from Jirou as she walked out of the dorms and slammed the door so hard the frame rattled.
Izuku snickered before he chugged his water, scrambling to eat the rest of his toast as he copied the last problem off of Uraraka’s paper. She swiped her homework back, ignoring his protests as she stuffed it in her bag.
“Hurry up, Deku. We’re gonna be late!” She urged.
He rolled his eyes. “I had no idea.” He muttered under his breath, packing away his assignment and moving into the entryway, grabbing his shoes and walking out to the porch where Todoroki and Shinsou were standing.
Izuku smiled, hopping into his shoes as he spoke. “Aww. Did you two wait for me?”
Shinsou scoffed. “I was threatened.”
Todoroki shrugged, a small smile dancing in the corner of his lips. “He was encouraged to wait for you.”
“Awwww, guys…”
“Move it or lose it, Midoriya.” Shinsou grumbled, walking off the porch, leaving Todoroki and Midoriya to catch up to him.
He giggled, poking Shinsou in the cheek and bouncing away from the boy when he swiped at him. “Thanks, Shinsou! You’re so sweet!”
“Midoriya, settle down.” Shinsou groaned, glaring at the ground as he walked. “It’s before eight AM.”
“So?”
“That means you should shut the fuck up.” Shinsou said.
Izuku shrugged. “But it’s Friday! And we have Saturday off!”
“I’m not planning on leaving my room the entire weekend.” Shinsou promised. “I refuse.”
“How will you use the bathroom?” Todoroki asked, looking confused.
Shinsou shrugged. “We have a porch, don’t we?”
“Oh! Shinsou!” Izuku made a face. “That’s gross!”
“It’s the best shot at providing me happiness, Midoriya. I’ll suffer through the temporary disgustingness of it all.”
“You’re so dramatic.” Izuku rolled his eyes, chuckling fondly at Shinsou as he muttered to himself, obviously mocking Izuku.
Todoroki looked far too contemplative, probably still wondering how sanitary it would be to stay in your room for the entire weekend and refuse to leave.
"Is that even a word?" Todoroki asked.
Shinsou rolled his eyes. "Don't even start this with me."
"It was just a question." Todoroki defended himself, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You're such a little shit." Shinsou glared.
Todoroki shrugged and Shinsou made an affronted noise, as if he couldn't believe Todoroki had done such a thing.
Izuku ignored them, humming happily to himself as he walked with them to class.
They walked into class, dropping their homework off in the basket sitting on the edge of Aizawa’s desk before taking their seats, Iida glaring at them and getting ready to reprimand them for being so late when the bell rang.
Izuku smiled at the boy and watched as Iida glared at Shinsou while he dropped his head on his desk, closing his eyes.
Izuku snickered.
“Class.” Aizawa greeted them as he opened the doors, strutting into the class and standing in front of the teacher’s podium.
“Good morning, sensei!” Kaminari and Mina shouted out, grinning at the man as they did so.
Aizawa’s golden eyes flickered red at the two and they sat back in their seats, mimicking a zipper across their lips as they did so. The man sighed heavily.
“No urgent announcements this morning,” Aizawa announced, blinking slowly to himself. “Do not act insane before lunch and remember to turn in your essays before class officially begins in 20 minutes.”
Izuku turned around, excited to spend his time annoying Shinsou when he heard his teacher cough and turned back around to see the man staring into his soul.
Ah, crap.
“Midoriya, with me.” Aizawa said, walking out of the classroom and leaving Izuku to flounder for a moment.
“Good going, Deku.” Katsuki smirked, laughing at whatever misfortune had befallen him this time.
Izuku wrinkled his nose. “I’m taking you down next time.”
“Hah?!”
Izuku smirked to himself as he moved around the desks and slipped out the classroom door, turning to face Aizawa and tried not to die as he looked at the man.
Aizawa sighed. “Nezu requested you.”
“I’m so sorr--” Izuku blinked. “Wait, what?”
“Principal Nezu would like to see you.” Aizawa repeated, this time looking at him oddly. “You’ve been excused from class for as long as it takes.”
“Uhh-- but…”
Aizawa raised a brow at him and Izuku clamped his mouth shut. His teacher sighed. “Nezu wants you. Not for anything you’ve done, but he’d like to speak with you.”
Izuku nodded, still not daring to say anything.
Aizawa looked at him, something searching Izuku’s eyes as he spoke. “You can deny him, whatever he wants from you. Remember that, alright?”
Izuku nodded, sounding a little breathless when he finally whispered out a confirmation.
Aizawa cocked his head up, still looking at him intently. “Then head on up. I doubt Nezu would care to be kept waiting.”
“Hai!” Izuku agreed, a bit too loudly as he rushed away from the man and around the corner to get to the staircase. How embarrassing.
He nearly ran to the principal’s office, breathing heavily as he wondered what he was even being called out for. He hadn’t done anything noteworthy in a while, a fact he was proud to admit, especially since that meant his classmates finally erased the ‘Days Since Deku Broke His Bones’ counter from the communal whiteboard in the common room.
Izuku bounded up the last set of stairs and stared at the excessively large office doors, wondering why Nezu needed those as they cracked open ominously.
“Come in, Midoriya!”
Izuku gulped, peeking his head through the doors and seeing Nezu smiling at him, swirling a comically small spoon in a teacup as he sat at his large desk.
He walked in as the man beckoned him in, looking around the large office --noting the wall-length windows in front of him, the bookshelf filled to the brim in front of him and to his side, a couch, two armchairs and a coffee table to the left of him and a concerningly large desk to the right, situated perfectly on a small stage the office seemed to have for some reason.
He sat down in front of Nezu, wringing his hands together as they sat in silence.
“It’s…nice to see you, sir.” Izuku finally greeted, wondering if that’s what Nezu was expecting from him.
His principal flicked his ear as he raised a brow and Izuku wondered what the hell that even meant. “Midoriya. It’s wonderful to speak with you again.”
Izuku nodded. “It’s been too long.” He agreed, trying to placate the man for whatever he had done.
“Hmm.” Nezu looked at him, his beady eyes boring into his own as he took a sip from his cup and clicked his tongue. “I’ve been offered to send one of my students on an undercover mission, one that will require greater analytical skill and social dexterity than most cases. It is highly sensitive; I want whoever I choose to acknowledge this and be comfortable keeping everything they will learn as the closely guarded confidential status that it will be.”
“Oh.” Izuku perked up, wondering if he was called here to refer one of his classmates as a candidate for this mission.
Nezu seemed to smile at him. “Yes. I’ve been thinking of a few of your classmates and I’ve come to a decision.”
Izuku couldn’t help himself; He leaned forward, eyes wide and eager.
“I’ve decided I’d like to send you.”
Izuku blinked once, then twice. “Huh?”
“You are capable of respecting confidential information, are you not?”
Izuku leaned forward slightly, eager to prove himself. “Yes. I can absolutely do that, sir. I can-- I’m capable of keeping secrets.”
Nezu looked amused with his response. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. “You can, can’t you?” He commented, appraising him.
Izuku swallowed, glancing around the room before looking back at his principal. “Umm, I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”
Nezu took another sip of his tea, this time a smirk lingering on his snout as he spoke. “Of course. Of course. Well, regardless of that, I’d like to formally invite you to the team. They need someone to infiltrate a high school.”
Izuku blinked, considering the proposal for a moment before staring at the principal in front of him, feeling like he wasn’t getting all of the information he needed.
“Anything else worth noting about who I’d need to become?” Izuku prompted before he gave his final answer, sweating a bit when Nezu looked at him like he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
“Your character will need to be quirkless.” Nezu finally revealed, making Izuku pause.
It had been a long time since he had thought about being quirkless and most certainly didn’t plan on dealing with how he felt about it all so soon. Of course, going undercover as a second-year would help him tremendously for his career, especially when he graduates with his class and competes against them just to find a job.
Izuku let himself swallow heavily as he fell back into his chair, eyes vacant as apprehension took over him. Did he even have what it took to be that person again?
“So…what’s your decision?” Nezu asked, smiling at Izuku with a small twinkle in his beady eyes that said he knew exactly what Izuku’s response would be.
Izuku forced himself to cross his arms and straighten up, eyes hardening as he felt determination overtake his previous apprehension. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent.”