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Nezu stared at the screen in front of him, unblinking. His soon-to-be students ran across it, some scrambling away from the overpriced and over sized robots, and some towards.
Leaning in closer, he pressed his paw to the monitor, directly over a teenager who was helping up another candidate, gently wrapping a bandage around their arm at a concerningly fast speed.
"That one." He stated, barely resisting the urge to clap his paws together. "I want that one."
Aizawa, who was positioned behind him, leaned forwards slightly, only able to see who the Principal was talking about due to the smudge left from the pad of Nezu's paw. The teacher failed to hide his slight recoil.
"I think I heard him slagging you off under his breath before the written test."
If anything, the hybrid only looked more excited; although, thinking about it, the reaction was on brand.
Nezu followed the teenager via the cameras for several minutes before the aforementioned teenager caught on, slowly bringing up a middle finger before scurrying out of sight.
The only proof of his participation throughout the rest of the exam was a surprisingly large collection of other potential students being dragged out of view and then shoved back into the cameras' ranges like a deer into headlights, injuries treated and a large cat sticker plastered on their shirt like a calling card.
By the time the test was over, Nezu could practically smell the curiosity in the room; almost all teachers intrigued by the strange teenager. Only Powerloader was spared, far too focused on the pre-quirk coloured cube resting in his hands.
Whilst the room was contemplating the events of the exam, the door was opened with a strong kick. Aizawa, from instinct alone, glanced up, unsurprised to see a third year student with an apologetic look on their face stepping aside for Recovery Girl.
"Chiyo-San." Nezu nodded his head in her direction. "I see you've borrowed another student to open doors for you."
The aforementioned student ducked their head in embarrassment and shuffled away.
"I noticed that most of the participants were already treated before I got there. I'm guessing you know who was responsible for that." She spoke, voice monotone.
Nezu merely nodded his head once in response, pushing his laptop so Chiyo could see the screen, displaying the mystery student's application.
Not only were all the 'optional' fields empty, but the required questions were drawn images (of the lower quality, due to the fact they were drawn with a mouse) of cats, although there was a drawing of Nezu himself, captioned rather humorously with the English word 'bitch'.
In a direct contradiction of the emotion the image attempted to invoke, Neuz smiled widely, entwining his paws within each other.
He glanced at Aizawa behind him.
"Do you have his written results yet?"
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "You are aware that over ten thousand people applied today?"
The principal tilted his head. "So you don't have it?"
A sigh was the teacher's response as he picked up a folder from the table he was seated at, handing it to the hybrid wordlessly.
Nezu clapped his paws together in a way not dissimilar to that of an excited child, gleefully snatching the folder and flicking through it.
Every obviously incorrect answer his eyes passed over made the animalistic grin on his face widen; his mind buzzing with thoughts as he ignored the looks of horror exchanged behind him.
He was unable to hide the twitch of his ears, however, when Nemuri leaned over to Hizashi and whispered to him.
“I bet you by the time the week is over that kid'll be adopted.”
If the smile on the principal's face could have physically gone wider, it would have.
“Well then, my fabulous staff, I believe this meeting is over.” He glanced back at the student's test. “I have other businesses to attend to.”
Midoriya flinched as his mother pushed his door wide open, scattering a plethora of paper that had been balanced on his lap.
"Izuku! Izuku! Your letter from UA, it's here!" She sounded so excited, so joyful, that Midoriya almost felt bad for giving the exam less than no effort.
"A-ah, thank you so much!" He responded, graciously accepting the envelope with shaking hands.
Inko winked at him and slowly backed out of his room, offering him a thumbs up as she left.
Midoriya stared down at the letter in his hands, and contemplated burning it. Of course, there was no fun in that if he didn't see the principal's response to his disrespect first, he thought as he recklessly tore it open.
The envelope the paper had been residing in was discarded over his shoulder as he lazily skimmed through the words. However, as his eyes passed over the 'Welcome to UA!' Written in large letters, he sat up from his previous position, furrowing his brow.
'As I'm sure you're aware, your results were utterly abysmal! However, due to your display of intelligence shown in our physical exam, you have been granted entry to UA's heroics course! On top of this, you will also be receiving personal lessons with the principal himself'
Midoriya stood up, a serene look on his face, and walked over to his open window before throwing the letter out and slamming it shut.
He returned to his bed and sat there for a moment, pondering.
Inko gently knocked on the door, peeking her head around it.
"Did you get accepted?" She whispered, taking a small step into the room.
Midoriya shook his head, avoiding eye contact, "No-" Their eyes met. "Yes?" His tone was questioning, as if he himself wasn't sure.
"Oh, Izuku! I'm so so proud of you! Of course, I should have been proud either way, but-"
"Mum.." Midoriya began, "I shouldn't have been accepted."
Inko immediately began to reassure him, before he cut her off (again)
"No, as in, I called the principal a bitch."
His mother paused, narrowing her eyes before allowing them to soften again, taking a seat next to her son on his bed.
"Why?" She asked, voice calm.
"It's..it's a long story." He replied, staring holes into the floor as his hands fidgeted anxiously.
Inko placed her hand on his shoulder in reassurance.
"I've got all the time in the world for you."
"Ironically, it all started with All Might."
Inko chuckled, "It always does with you, doesn't it."
"The start of last year, I met him. He saved me from this villain and told me I couldn't be a hero. And he left me on a rooftop. I saw the statistics for injuries during the UA entrance exam and I only went to try and lower them, just for this year.
Honestly, I felt like I had to call him a bitch, as justice for the people hurt trying to get into his school."
Inko pursed her lips, combing through Midoriya’s hair slowly.
"I thought you said it was a long story?"
Midoriya blushed, and playfully (and gently) tapped her in a mock shove.
"Anyway, I can't wait to tell Mitsuki about this! She's going to be so proud."
Midoriya glared up at UA as if it had kicked a cat in front of him. With a deep, calming breath, he took a single step forwards before immediately turning in the other direction and walking away.
He made it back to the gates, but no further. A man cleared his throat behind him, and Midoriya turned around, only to come face to face with a stranger.
Before he could ask for the man's identity, he began speaking.
"Nezu requires you for a meeting. Let's go." His voice was commanding, and Midoriya felt obligated to follow him, trailing behind like an angry lost puppy.
It didn't take long for them to reach the principal's office, but the sheer anxiety plaguing Midoriya made it feel like it did.
"Ah! Aizawa, thank you for delivering Midoriya to me."
The principal turned around, revealing a lopsided top hat resting on his head, joined by a microphone in his hand.
Midoriya could help himself as he audibly gasped.
"Are you cosplaying Freddy Fazbear?" He accused, barely resisting the urge to point at the adult.
Nezu looked to the left, then to the right. "No. You're mistaken."
Midoriya narrowed his eyes. "Is this revenge for calling you a bitch?"
The silence from Nezu was enough of an admission.
Nezu cleared his throat, "Anyway, I have these forms for you to sign, so-"
Midoriya cut him off, "I have a mother, and she's pretty fucking amazing. I'm not signing those adoption papers."
The man who'd accompanied the teenager to the room sighed, "Seriously, Nezu?"
Nezu somehow pouted, "You can't blame me for trying, can you, Aizawa?"
(Midoriya glanced between them, crouching down and slowly moving backwards towards the window.)
"I can and I will. You have the subtlety of a steamroller. It's a miracle you managed to keep this job."
The principal gasped dramatically. "You insult Nezu? You slander him? Jail! Jail for a thousand years!"
(It didn't take long for the teenager to forcefully open the window silently, slipping out without a sound.)
Aizawa dragged a hand down his face; "You can't quote tumblr posts at me as a form of response, that's not even how it goes!"
"At least I haven't been pining over a coworker for ten years!" The hybrid hissed.
"At least I noticed when your not-son left the room." Aizawa deadpanned.
Nezu gasped, "Fuck you too, I noticed. I just respect his autonomy and ability to make decisions."
His staff rolled his eyes, "Sure, like you noticed how he's currently giving All Might the middle finger."
"I'm not falling for that."
Aizawa wordlessly indicated towards the gates through the window, revealing a very pissed off Midoriya switching between flipping off the hero with his left and flipping off the hero with his right hand.
The aforementioned hero had yet to take notice of this.
"Oh my fucking god, he's giving All Might the middle finger." Nezu stated, rather obviously.
Aizawa stared out the window blankly, wondering why he'd decided to work for what was pretty much a genius with the maturity of a child.
(Midoriya made his valiant escape and was comforted by his mother with a pack of pokemon cards.)