Horaaaaaayyyyyy I'm back with real updates. Wooohooooo °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° So midterm break has really done me a great favor. Motivation all over. And you know what kept me going...

"Whatever I write, it wont be worse than my spanish assesment"

So I wrote this chapter with large confidence and then proceeded to write two more chapters so hooray!!!!

no but actually what kind of idiot writes

palabras instead of preguntas

saber instead of querir

Ahora instead of auque

Answer was... 　WHAT A SUPRISE: MEEEE!!! so I am sooo dead. first grades of the year and I proceeded to fail. amazing. lol.

humour is what keeps me going. (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)

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"Sorry, I'm here for my student." Hearing a scruffy voice from behind the infirmary curtains, I spring up, recognising the voice immediately. 'Shit, it's Aizawa sensei." Throwing the phone into the bag, I rush onto the bed, pulling the sheet way up to my chin. I am tired, I am unconscious, I am asleep, and I am NOT ready to speak. Yes totally. My head is way too foggy to give an explanation. Oh, and maybe I don't have any memory whatsoever of what happened? Yes, that sounds amazing.

Mentally preparing for an excuse for everything that happened, I shut my eyes, hoping that he would just see me sleeping and leave. "Oh, are you talking about Y/N Chan?" Yes, she just woke up a second ago." Finally able to hear their conversation, I broke into a sweat. Well, that's the end of my sleeping act. I am still staying under the sheets, and I faintly hope that he will still think that I am asleep. Well, that obviously didn't work because he dropped onto the visitor's chair and just sat there staring at me as if he were going to wait for me to wake up.

"Y/N, are you going to get up or keep on lying there? Grumbling about it, I turn around and get up to face him, already trying to form an excuse not to get up. "Oh, but this bed is so comfy, sir, I don't want to get up." high-pitched voice, I dramatically flop onto my back, cringing at the way I sound. Damn it, why do I sound like shitty mackerel? "Three broken ribs—that sounds absolutely fine compared to me, and I'm standing here, so get your butt up."

"Aww, but you're a pro hero, and I'm a student." Listening to me whine like a child, his scowl makes my nervousness grow. Yes, I'm aware that my personality has been swinging around really crazy. I'm not good at acting, for God's sake. I don't even know what kind of personality I'm going for; at this point, I feel like I'm just acting like a mentally ill multi-personality child.

After mumbling for a while something along the lines of "this child... unpredictable... problem child," he suddenly raises his head up, releasing a light 'oh' as if to remember something, and then continues to give a large sigh, slouching into the chair more. "Jesus, you made me forget what I was supposed to be talking about." Still listening to him with a blank face, I mentally sighed, thinking, Well, that was what I wanted you to do. Of course, holding back from saying that aloud

"You caused a lot of trouble with teachers, you know." cocking his neck to the side, his eyes shamelessly showing his tiredness. Problems? blinking back at him for a bit, he just sighs at my reaction. Did I really do something that big? "You ran into the commotion on your own recklessly; multiple weaponry was used; the villains were injured a lot; and where did you even get poison?"

Was that a problem? Ah, well, this is... annoying. " For the first question, Bakugo and Kirishima attacked first. For the second one, it's kind of part of my quirk, is it not? And for the third one, you were beating them up pretty badly as well." Giving him a non-convincing smirk, I answered all of the questions as if they were pop quizzes. "And the fourth?" Catching on that these short answers were all he was going to get, he moved on to the next question. The one that gave me trouble.

"We can just say that I had very unusual hobbies as a child." Shrugging my shoulders, I look away, already knowing that he sees through my lies. "Elaborate." Taking a couple of seconds in annoyance, trying to form my thinking into words, I gave him a simple, "When I was small, I had a habit of taking (drawing) anything into my quirk (notebook)." Which wasn't a lie; it was just a sugar-coated way of saying that I used to steal weapons from my enemies when I was in the sheep. And that drawing weapons was needed for survival.

"I didn't ask why you have it; I asked how and where you got it. Don't try to change the subject." He says while not budging at all. I sigh. Well, it seems we're going to have to start lying for real. "You've probably already seen it in the files, but I'm an orphan. I've been adopted into a large family for a couple of years now, and we have a family business. One half of the family has a detective agency, and the other half are bodyguards or agents." Or more like the mafia's, but it was close enough for now. "In other words, if I just ask, I can get my hands on weapons easily."

Frowning at my statement, he looks into the wall, deep into thoughts, most likely something like, Why is this child so close to conflict?' Or 'Yokohama has detectives?' Either way, I was not going to let this conversation go on any further. "I think I should go home now." Looking through the windows, I pretend to be in deep thought, trying to let the conversation die early. "My brothers are probably waiting." With that phrase, I give him a sincere smile, fully aware that he is nowhere near home right now.

"All right, just come to class during lunch; we need to register all of your weapons." I laugh at what I said, and he looks at me like I'm crazy. "I don't think lunch would be enough; I've got a tonne in there." Lightly patting my side bag that was left on the table, I chuckle at him in defeat. 5 sketchbooks (one dedicated to people), 40 pages each, each page on average containing more than one weapon drawn. Yeah, it was going to be a pain.

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As he walked fast through the hallway, Aizawa was scowling even more than he ever would. His menacing aura scattered the students to the side. Yokohama, agents, orphans? Everything about her was suspicious. Was there something she was hiding? About her family's state? Her identity (possibly age; she looked way too small): Could she be affiliated with a villain?

Or?...

No, he didn't possibly want to think that she would be

"Yo, shouta, where're you going with such a face?" Oh, Hizashi. Walking towards Aizawa with light steps, Hizashi blocked Aizawa's path with his comedic smile resting on his face, continuing to aggressively pat Aizawa's shoulder as he shot meaningless questions towards him, waiting for an answer.

"What happened? Did a new problem child degrade your sleep?" Casually guessing the problem, he continued to laugh at his own joke, only to make Aizawa frown even more as it was spot on. "Oh, even more than your broccoli and spiky combo?" He asked this time, his voice showing some sympathy. "They might be." Clasping his hands over his eyes, he finally answers back, his voice dead due to exhaustion.

"Anyway, I'm going to President Nezu to check whether he knows something helpful." Waving Hizashi out of the way, he quickly walks past him, keeping his eyes in front. Exhaling, Hizashi watches as his husband dishearteningly walks straight across to the principles office. "I'll buy you some beer for when you come home!" Calling out one last word of encouragement, he walked out of the school building, already planning for the night.

Aizawa, simply nudging off the encouragement, continued walking through the unnecessarily long hallway, his steps gradually becoming heavier. Half of him was eager to lift his uneasiness by discussing it, yet another half was slightly scared of what the conversation might conclude. 'Please let it all be my misinterpretation', he thought as he found himself standing in front of the large wooden door.

Straightening up as he prepared to open the door, he was stopped by something suddenly jumping into his capturing weapon. "Afternoon, Aizawa-kun! What a rare sight to see you in front of my office." Though Aizawa held the same facial expression as the principle jumped into his capture, he put a lot of effort into stopping himself from flinching while his heart skipped a beat. God, he was jittery today. "Ah, no need to explain anything; I'm already aware of what you were going to ask about, Nakaharasan, I presume?"

His tone clearly saying, 'Who do you think I am?' He continued to lead Aizawa into the room, swiftly bringing tea to the table out of nowhere as if he were waiting for them to come. Or perhaps he was. Sitting himself on the sofa in front of Aizawa, he took a sip of the freshly hot tea before looking straight into Aizawa's eyes, his eyes completely serious yet still twinkling with the frightening kind of amusement.

"Truly an interesting person, y/n, wouldn't you say?" Sending a mischevious smirk towards Aizawa, he grabs a remote controller resting on the table. "I've been watching footage from the USJ, and I must say she is one diamond in the rough, or perhaps a polished one in hiding." Seeing that Aizawa was frowning at his statement, he turned towards an empty wall in the office, pointing the remote towards it and revealing a screen showing y/n.

"This was the only footage showing her fighting that I could find. Somehow all the others were blacked out or deleted, not because of the quirk user but by a third person." Starting the video, they both watched as it showed Y/N defeating the villains as if they were toddlers handling weapons. All her moves were precise, with the video showing her occasionally taunting or joking around.

As Y/N got nearer to the camera, Aizawa shuddered at the sight. She was smiling. She was smiling as she stabbed her knife into a villain's shoulder. Her eyes filled with strong bloodlust, as if she were getting high from the violence. Everything about her in the video was abnormal, as if she were not new to the concept of violence at all and was in fact enjoying it.

"It's as if she's used to violence, isn't it?" Nezu's voice also clearly showing uneasiness; he stops the video, guessing that there is no need to watch any longer. Aizawa wasn't stupid; there were many reasons why somebody wouldn't have been a newcomer to violence. Considering that she was from the oh-so-mysterious Yokohama, it could just be the case that violence occurred everywhere. Of course, there were those people, like villains, who would constantly create commotion and were therefore also used to violence. On those rare occasions, people who aren't afraid of getting hurt would also tend not to even flinch when in sight of violence. Aizawa could go on with the list of reasons why someone wouldn't be new to violence. (author can't tho)

But she, this girl was different. She wasn't just used to the commotion; she ran right into it and controlled it. If anybody else from class 1a were to do so, they would have been deemed arrogant and naive, but her? She had the talent, experience, and confidence to justify her actions. From just this one video, Aizawa was able to tell she was levels ahead of her peers, perhaps enough to compete with third-years. If it were just the case that she was extremely talented, Aizawa and Nezu would have both easily opened their arms to warmly embrace such a prodigy.

But that wasn't the case, was it? Her eyes held the kind of bloodlust of a villain, a killer. The kind that if he wasn't watching this through a screen, he would freeze up. Hell, even the number-one hero might It was a miracle that the villains were still fighting her, or perhaps they were too immature to see it. Even in his long years as an underground hero, Aizawa had only seen this kind of bloodlust once before. Seven years ago, when the HPSC sent him and other rookies to Yokohama,

"Aizawakun, I wouldn't recommend coming to a conclusion easily, as I am the principle and I would rather trust the good in my students. However, I can recommend keeping an eye on her." The room stiffened through the silence as Aizawa was unable to think of how to answer. He had been ordered to keep an eye on Y/N, one of his students. Sure, inspecting was one of his forts, but as a student, that was different. His mind spinning, he concluded that a subtle nod would do before quickly leaving the room, his heart already pounding.

"I, too, would rather believe in the good in my students."

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AN:

Originally this whole infirmary scene and the aizawa and nezu scene was just supposed to be short, kind of an side scene to show the drama. However I looked at the word count and was like wooooow okay... so I proceeded to divide and devote a whole chapter to it.

I finally finished the whole angst chapter I was going to write ( tho is sucks ) and I'm trying to get myself used to writing the mha world again. Who knew it would actually be hard.

Can't wait for UA festival, y/n is going to have one very hard time, with all the drama I planned for her. Almost the field trip with Bakugo's kidnapping going to happen. Remember y/n's promise with the shigaraki?

Pls take care of your own health. Don't give up on your studies or work. There are people out there supporting you including me. Enjoy living to your fullest even if it may suck! If anything doesnt go the way you wanted it to, its just a plot twist. Dont worry.