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       "How're you doing lately?" Shouta Aizawa asked Toshinori Yagi, otherwise known as All Might. They're currently on their way back to UA from the Supermarket, bags full of unhealthy snacks that Present Mic, Hizashi Yamada, had been complaining about the lack of snacks in the teacher's lounge for weeks, and really, nobody wants to hear him complain any longer.

       "Quite well despite not having a stomach." All Might tried to joke, but no one was laughing. So he laughed at his own joke...awkwardly. "Anyways...How do you like Class 1-A this year—" All Might stopped in his tracks when his foot hit something hard.

       "What'd you trip over?" Aizawa looked to see a green haired boy, laying beside the pole. He hadn't even moved when All Might had kicked him. It was a boy, and it didn't look like it was an orphan from the way it's dressed. Aizawa cautiously shook the boy, but it didn't move.

       "Oh my gosh...did I kill him?" All Might gasped in horror.

       "No, he's not living." Aizawa craned the male's head forward, the nape of the neck showed some sort power button. "Mechanic..." Aizawa clicked the button, only for it to spark, causing the two Heroes to jump back.

       "Are you all right?" Aizawa gave a small nod in response. All Might looked at the boy, smiling. "All right, let's bring this back with us."

       "What? Did that shock make you lose your mind or something? We don't even know what that is." Aizawa spouted, he's thinking rationally here.

       "Something threw the poor thing away, maybe we can get someone from the school's DOS to fix him up."

       "Are you even listening to me, Toshinori? The Department Of Support no doubt can fix him, but think rationally, we can't take something unknown into school grounds." Aizawa groaned, sometimes All Might acted even more immature than the hero course he expelled last year. Seeing as All Might wouldn't budge, he sighed, "Fine. If we get in trouble, it's your ass on the line."

       "No problem!" All Might smiled, handing the groceries to Aizawa, he picked up the young boy, and they continued their journey back to UA.

Power Loader hummed as he stared at the peculiar machinery Aizawa and All Might had brought to him. Nedzu hung comfortably on his large yellow helmet that was undoubtedly in the shape of a rectangular excavator claw.

       "You found this where?" Power Loader asked, pointing to the seemingly human machine that currently laid across his work table.

       "Just a few blocks from the Supermarket." Aizawa informed, All Might went to deliver the snacks to Present Mic at the teacher's dorms. "Can you fix it- him?" Honestly, he's not sure what to call it, whether it wanted to be male, female, or just an it.

       "Well—" Power Loader was cut off by a loud sound of explosion next door, before the door slammed open.

       "Whew!" Hatsume Mei, one of his students, coughed out, waving her hand from side to side, clearing some smoke. Her face was covered in residue from the explosion. "Heya! Oh, what's that?" Hatsume's quick to get her hands all over the machine at the table. "Is this a new support item? What do they do? Is it alive? Hm, what's it doing here? Have I seen this before? Is it broken? Something wrong with his CPU? Are you trying to fix it? Oh! Can I help?" Hatsume's asked endless questions, not leaving any room for the teacher's to answer in between.

       "That's a great idea!" Nedzu jumped off of Power Loader, surprising those who had forgotten he was there in the first place. "Yup, it's me! The one who could be a mouse, or a dog, or a bear, though the only important thing is... I'm the Principal!" Nedzu shouted out his usual catchphrase, funny how it wasn't getting old.

       "Principal Nedzu, are you sure? Hatsume's still a student of mine." Power Loader voiced his concern. There's no doubt, Hatsume's intelligent and a very skilled inventor, but she is still his student.

       "Yes! I think this will be a great experience for her, don't you think? This can be like extra credit! You'll be supervising her, of course!" Nedzu swung his arms around. Since it was somewhat a request, Power Loader agreed with the principal.

       "Awesome! I'm so excited!" Hatsume jumped in excitement.

       "Careful, he may be metal and all. But he has just as much rights as a human." Aizawa warned, his eyes giving a small glare at Power Loader. A silent threat to not destroy or kill the machine. This whole new situation made him a bit giddy, not that he'd tell anyone.

It's been two weeks since Hatsume has started her expedition on fixing the robot...android..? They're still not too sure on what to refer to it. All classes have been dismissed early, and staffs gathered around. Most have been informed about this new machine they had found, and to not alarm any teachers, Nedzu thought it was best to show everyone at once.

       "After a lot of trial and error, over the past week. I think I've got it!" Hatsume spoke, and it really showed how hard she'd been working from the look of her face, she even took the time to dress the machine in UA's uniform. They were currently out in a clearing instead of in Power Loader's work place.

       "Why're we out here?" All Might asked.

       "Oh! There's a chance this thing might cause a big explosion!" Hatsume smiled brightly, her hands shooting out happily to imitate an explosion, acting as if she hadn't just told them how it might explode. Aizawa gave a small look at Power Loader, who could only give a nervous but reassured smile. Before any else was said, Hatsume clicked the power button. Heroes on scene readied for any explosions to come, but none came, then there was a whirring of sounds.

       "𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗....𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝙸𝚗 𝟹...𝟸...𝟷...𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎." Ever so slowly, do the lids of the machine open. It was so surprising how authentic it's eyes looked, so brightly green, like an emerald. It's eyes darted around, scanning it's surrounding. "𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞."

       "Oh my gosh! It worked!" Hatsume preened, extremely happy for her success. "Hello! Ah! It worked! Izuku, Do you know who I am?"

       "𝚈𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚒. 𝙰𝚐𝚎: 𝟷𝟼. 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟾𝚝𝚑. 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟻𝟽.𝟾 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎—"

       "Ah! Nice work, Izuku!" Hatsume cut Izuku off before he said anything embarrassing.

       "𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?" Izuku looked at Hatsume up and down. The teachers are surprised by the interaction between the two.

       "Ahem." Nedzu caught the attention of the two, standing in front of Izuku. The boy's eyes lit up as he saw the Principal.

       "𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚍𝚣𝚞-𝚜𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐? 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎? 𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛?" Izuku circled around Nedzu, looking at each nook and cranny he could find, everything's so fascinating.

       "Curious thing, aren't you? All that matters is that I'm the principal!" Nedzu patted Izuku's head, oddly enough, it felt real. "Now, everything seems to be okay, hm?" Izuku tilts his head.

       "Oh, Izuku. Status Update, please." Power Loader asked the boy kindly.

       "𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐..." Izuku shut his eyes as he waited, "𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍."

       "Will it affect the others?" Aizawa asked cautiously.

       "𝙽𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘...𝙸𝚗 𝟹...𝟸...." Izuku informed before he projected some sort of video. The video itself wasn't the greatest quality, parts of the screen were static, completely obstructing any visuals, luckily the audio seemed completely fine. Well, somewhat.

       "Izuku, do you know who I am?" the unknown voice spoke, it's voice was deep but soft, so much happiness can be felt through it's voice.

       "𝚈𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 M̷i̷d̷o̷r̷i̷y̷a̷, 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 I̷n̷k̷o̷ ̷M̷i̷d̷o̷r̷i̷y̷a̷..." Izuku's voice sounded much younger, as young as a robot could sound.

       "Correct, but that's not what I'd want you to call me. Can you say 'Dad'? Can you try that? Dad." The voice, who belonged to Hisashi, suddenly sounded far away. Then the audio switched to two unidentifiable adults arguing, yelling and crashing.

       "𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛..." Izuku spoke, slowly walking towards the woman flailing her arms, Izuku then was pushed harshly onto the ground.

       "Stop that! You're not him! Don't call me that!" The woman pulling at her hair, screaming at Izuku who didn't move from his place on the ground.

       "Inko! He's just a child!" A male's voice, presumably Hisashi, though he sounded much older, ran to pick Izuku up.

       "He's fake, Hisashi! He's an android! Why are you trying to replace our son so much?!" Inko cried, pointing accusingly at Izuku.

       "Izuku is still our son, android or not. I'm not replacing him. Inko, you were always crying at night at the thought of Izuku. Now, look! We revived him! Look, it's still him!" Hisashi sounded desperate.

       "That is not my son. He's incapable of feelings. Everything he does, we programmed him! I hate him! Hisashi, he's not Izuku." Inko broke down, collapsing to the floor, "I hate him..." she continued yelling out tiny curses as Izuku clung to Hisashi.

       "Inko..." Hisashi whispered lowly, prying Izuku's hands off his shirt, scooting closer to his own wife, giving her a kiss on the temple, "We didn't program him to act like this, you—" The video then switches, even without being a psychologist, you could see the woman being mentally unstable. Acting violently, especially towards Izuku. Pushing him down the stairs, pulling his circuits, and other little flashes of each incident that occurred. He neither felt pain, nor did he blame the woman. Hisashi would fix him up like new, assuring Izuku, it was not his fault. Apologizing for the sudden hostility from Inko. The video cut off once more, this time there was no audio. There was a man who clung at a woman, urging her not to leave. Still, the woman shook him off and left. Leaving the man, and Izuku alone. Another video comes to view, there was no other audio, but you could make out some of it's face. The man gave a small smile, mouthing two words, before the video ended. I'm sorry.

They all stood silently, there was so much information being taken in. Not only was Izuku an abandoned Android, he was also abused before being shut off.

       "Well, that wasn't what I was expecting, now was I?" Nedzu tried lightening up the mood, "Aizawa, I'm going to put you in charge of Izuku!"

       "Sweet! Shouta, ain't that awesome?!" Yamada screeched, he was a loud person, even without a quirk. Aizawa gave a shrug of acknowledgement before walking away, looking back to make sure Izuku was following him. And he was.

       "Since you'll be here with me, and I'm in charge of you. Should I tell you the rules?" Aizawa glanced back, making his way towards Class 1-A dorms.

       "𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚛, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

       "Well, you'd be stressed too if you had a troublesome class." Yamada piped in, excitedly walking along next to Izuku, having his arm slung around the young male. "Be real though, am I heavy?" he whispered.

       "𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝟽𝟿.𝟻𝟸 𝚔𝚐. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝟺𝟹𝟶.𝟶𝟶𝟼 𝚔𝚐." Izuku gave Yamada a small smile, a smile that made him want to protect him at all costs. They stopped in front of a building, and Izuku took time to scan the surrounding, his Iris becoming smaller while his pupil grew bigger. The large building was circled by low hedge bushes that leave a path open to the entrance. The entrance is comprised of two sets of double doors. Alongside the pathway are two park benches and two towers with lights on them. The first level of the building is white while the upper levels are colored brown on the outside.

       "Just call me Yamada! Wait...that's a bit informal...how about...Mic! What're you standing there for?" Yamada asked, seeing as Izuku continued to stare at the 5-story building.

       "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝟸𝟷 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑." Izuku answered, looking up at Yamada.

       "You can see inside the building?" Izuku gave a nod.

       "Here's a test. Give me a description of the extra person." Aizawa knew who else was in the building besides his students, a journalist who had come to write a story about UA's newest (hopefully) promising heroes-to-be. If he wasn't notified about the freelance journalist, he would've been alarmed when Izuku told them there was 21 people inside the building. Izuku gave a nod, staring intensely at the building once more.

       "𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗-𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜." Izuku blinks, as he takes in the information for himself, "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔...𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝." he concluded.

       "Correct." Aizawa has never seen such accuracy, granted he's never really met someone like Izuku before.

       "Whoa! Izuku aren't you awesome!" Yamada complimented.

       "𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛—"

       "Izuku, one thing for sure, you are not merely a machine." Aizawa cut him off, not wanting Izuku to dehumanize himself any further, "Let's head inside." With a nod of agreement, Aizawa opened the doors of the dorm that belonged to the troublesome students of Class 1-A, and surprisingly, the dorm was not in chaos. No fire caused by someone sticking a fork into the toaster, no barely 4ft student hung on the ceiling for trying to peak into the girl's side of the dorm, no melting sofas from a particular student who decided to play around with their acid, no student who has anger issues but won't admit it screaming at any who dares to look at him and initiating fights. They were all sitting calmly surrounding the journalist as he talked. Students perked up upon seeing their teacher.

       "Aizawa-sensei!" Mina Ashido ran towards the teacher, more interested in the boy next to him who was dressed in their school uniform, "Is this a new student? There's never been a new student after the entrance exam? Ooh, maybe your kid? You seem old enough to have a kid with this age! Transfer student? He doesn't look foreign." The students quickly lost interest in the journalist and gathered around the three males by the door.

       "Oh, is this a tattoo, kero?" Tsuyu Asui pointed at a name printed at the side of Izuku's neck, "A name, right?"

       "Who in their right fucking mind would tattoo Deku into their neck?" Katsuki Bakugou asked when he saw the name, Izuku turned to face Katsuki.

       "𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚘-𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚜𝚞𝚒-𝚜𝚊𝚗, 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞-𝚜𝚊𝚗..." Izuku continued as he greeted every one of the students around him.

       "Class, this is Izuku. He will be joining us since I will be supervising him for the time being," He contemplated on whether to tell the class what Izuku was.

       "What're you, a robot?" Ah. There goes that thought.

       "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

       "Yes, he is....somewhat a robot." Aizawa replied lazily, "We should have an extra room on the second floor..." There was a map of the dorm layout, the room Aizawa chose for Izuku is on the second floor, between Mineta Minoru and Aoyama Yuuga.

       "Sweet! Lil dude, let's get your room set up!" Yamada finally yelled, he was tired of keeping quiet.

       "Is this one of UA's projects?" Taneo Tokuda snapped a photo, "A robotic student, the world would love to see this." Aizawa glared at the journalist.

       "Best if you keep this information to yourself Tokuda-san." A warning to who knows what if the journalist decides to write an article on Izuku. Aizawa found himself unwillingly becoming protective of Izuku.

       "Shouta! We've got another meeting!" Yamada yelled as he ran down the stairs, for the past hour, he had been with Izuku setting up his room. He offered to buy any material Izuku needed, but the android declined.

       "Aizawa-sensei already left for the meeting." Mashirao Ojiro informed Yamada.

       "WHAT?! I need to go quick!" Yamada rushed towards the door, "Watch Izuku for me! Consider it homework!"

       "W-Wait...What're we.." Yaoyorozu Momo called after, but it was too late. Present Mic was already somehow halfway to the school building. "supposed to.." The class have just met Izuku, they don't know his favorites, whether he'd be allowed to eat or drink, the things he should be kept away from, and etcetera.

       "𝙼𝚒𝚌-𝚜𝚊𝚗...." Izuku looked around the room for Yamada, nobody heard him come in, in fact his footsteps were as light as feathers, perhaps even lighter.

       "Izuku~" Mina slung her arm around Izuku, "The girls and I are going to have a girl's night! Come join us~" Most girls nodded in agreement.

       "Nope, as his first day," Hanta Sero slung on the other side, "He's hanging out with us boys, we're going to game all night!" He pointed to the group behind him.

       "Come on! He should hang out with us! You can get him tomorrow Sero!" Mina whined.

       "He should hang out with us, not do whatever boring stuff you do!"

       "It's not boring! Give me one reason why he can't hang out with us girls!"

       "You're having a girl's night. Last time I checked, he's not a girl."

       "How do you know that, huh? We're bringing him with us!"

       "No, you're not!"

       "Would it not be easier to ask him?" Fumikage Tokoyami, asked. Hoping to cease the fighting. The two perked at the idea, both turning to Izuku as if asking a silent 'So? Who're you choosing?'

       "𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍....𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍.....𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎....." Izuku blinks as his glowing eyes began to dim, "3,452,000,000 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗..." Izuku read the information he found then continued to blink a few more time to process the information, before coming to an conclusion, "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎..." There were a few audible whines and shouts of 'yes' before he continued, "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜."

       "Ah...you're right..."

       "We could, you know, just hang out as friends." Mezou Shouji concluded, there was no need to split the class into two genders, they could've all just hung out together as a group.

       "I don't see anything wrong with that.." Mina looked over towards the girls, who nodded in agreement.

       "I guess that doesn't sound too bad.." Hanta agreed, the two are almost like siblings who made up after getting into a fight. "As long as we're not doing anything boring."

       "You sir, clearly haven't done a girls night." Mina giggled.

       "It's actually not so different from your boys night if you think about it." Ochako Uraraka added, joining the group that formed. Izuku stared as he watched others join the circle around the TV.

       "Izuku, you coming?" Rikidou Satou asked when he realized Izuku hadn't moved. The android nodded before going to join the group.

       "So, I was thinking..."

The credit start to roll in from who knows how many movies and shows they had watched, after hours of playing games, it has been quite a while since Present Mic entrusted the class with Izuku.

       "So...how do you like this movie?" Kaminari Denki asks, leaning towards Izuku.

       "𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊-𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛?" Izuku rambled, there was so much information he had to process from what he had just watched.

       "Well, I think it's simply because they're different. People fear things they don't understand, feeling repulsed by it, and it would lead to all those hate." Momo explained.

       "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝."

       "Their world is different than ours, but somewhat similar. Now, as for the blond...it depends on how one would view him. Some would say that he believed he had deserved it, and that was his fate. While others would say differently. I'm not sure if I could answer the next one. The arrows, are somewhat a show of accomplishment? Or maybe something to identify him? I'm not too sure on that one either, American shows confuse me."

       "𝙰𝚖 𝙸 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚖𝚎? 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐?" Izuku asked, pointing to many parts of his body that would be visible at all times, it was the laughter of the class that brought Izuku's attention, "𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?"

       "No, no, no! It's just you're adorable! Please don't ever change!" Tooru Hagakure hugged Izuku, well it seemed like a hug.

       "Change of subject, so....do you have a quirk, mon ami?" Yuuga Aoyama asked, being as sparkly as ever.

       "Oh! And birthday? Do you have a birthday?"

       "How old are you?" More questions filed in from the rest of the curious class, buffering symbols appeared on Izuku's eyes, he was searching again.

       "𝙰 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘...." Izuku gave a brief explanation of what everyone knew about quirks, "𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚋𝚢...𝚋𝚢...𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗....𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍....𝙷𝚒𝚣....𝚕𝚊𝚋....𝚕-𝚕𝚊𝚋....𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎...." Nobody understood what was happening, Izuku wasn't completing full sentences, and there was the occasional twitching. "𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝....𝚋𝚘𝚛-𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗......𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚕𝚊𝚋....𝙴𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛....𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎 ... 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗....𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗...." There was a spark, then there was silence, and Izuku fell onto his side with a clang.

       "Izuku! Oh my gosh! We killed him! Did we kill him?"

       "Quick someone check for a pulse, do robots even have a pulse?"

       "Someone call Aizawa!"

       "We are so dead!"