The surprise is ready to go.

It's still lunchtime because Nezu made it so that if I started shit during lunch and as long as I don't go too far that I would be fine. Well, it might still go too far anyway, but oh well!

It's action time, baby!

I pull out my laptop, and with a little bit of hacking, the cafeteria lights go out. I can hear frantic whispers. The plan is already working. I chuckle darkly into the microphone, it echoing around the room through Hizashi's speaker. I step into the cafeteria, the music starting. I'm wearing a black hoodie, the hood on to make me more suspicious with black gloves. I may have gone overboard on the look because I have fake blood my face. Not like you can see it when put the blinds on as well, so the only light is phones that people pulled out. I slicked my hair forward, my bangs covering my eyes. Too bad I can't see.

On my right side, Hizashi removed all his bright clothing, wearing all black with a little bit of red as well, but not fake blood like me. On my left...well, they are still in the dark. My part comes in, and I raise the microphone, letting my voice go as deep as possible.

"They send me away to find them a fortune, a chest filled with diamonds and gold."

I step forward towards the students, some backing down as I slowly walk towards someone specific.

"The house was awake, with shadows and monsters, the hallways they echoed and groaned."

Sometimes I wonder about the lyrics. Oh, it's 'Control' by Halsey. I force myself to focus before I start becoming CinemaSins. Yep, I know how to ruin a moment!

"I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me."

"And I tried to hold these secrets inside me. My mind's like a deadly disease."

"I'm bigger than my body."

"I'm colder than this home."

"I'm meaner than my demons."

"I'm bigger than these bones."

This is when my third person steps out: Mei Hatsume. She is wearing something similar to what I'm wearing, except without the fake blood. She brings her microphone, singing in a high-pitched voice with her invention so she can show it off her voice invention. Her voice is fucking amazing and matches me. Otherwise, she would sound like shit.

Me, on the other hand. Remember those gloves? Well, my free hand that's not holding the glove? It's electric. It lights up, green electricity sparking all over the glove to match the mood.

"And the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me," I can't help this awful energy."

"Goddamn right, you should be scared of me."

"Who is in control?"

Suddenly, the music cuts off on purpose, and I'm in front of Bakugo with a psychotic look on my face. I see Mei leaving the scene before she gets in trouble, but I keep my eyes on him.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT ME NOW, BAKUGO?!"

I scream without the microphone, but I would have blasted their ears out. I can see everyone trembling around me, including the boy in front of me, but you can hardly see it. Did I go that far?

"YES, I CAN!" He tries to attack me but I side-step him easily, laughing as I walk back, pressing a button in my hoodie to bring the lights back on.

I can hear the reluctance.

Did I go too far with that? No.

I look up at Hizashi, and I can see his worried look. Thankfully, I know how to break everybody out of this. I bring the microphone back up as I remove my hoodie, showing my glittery green top from the 70s.

Sue me. Yes, it's a disco shirt. I fluffy my hair back to normal before pointing at Hizashi.

"Hit it!" I yell to him. With a grin, he switches songs as he removes his jacket, revealing a matching yellow top. At least it fits him. I dash over to up to stand beside so we can be dance partners.

For what song, you may ask?

'Never Gonna Give You Up' by Rick Astley!

Yep, I rick-rolled them suckers!

Apparently, this throws Bakugo so off that he gives up and leaves the cafeteria. VICTORY FOR ME! Thankfully, I was able to get the students to mostly forget what happened before by making them laugh and trying ridiculous dance moves with Hizashi.

Too bad we get caught together while doing an...interesting dance... by Shouta and he looks off? Sure, he's pissed, but there is something else. He drags us away after shutting off the music. Damn, that's a good song too! Anyway, he leads us to his office before locking the door and letting us go. Shouta's office is dark because, for some damn reason, it has no windows. I don't know about you, but this is proof that he is a vampire. Yet, nobody believes me. If they find their blood gone one day, we all know who to blame.

"Hizashi, was the plan meant to go that well?" Shouta asks, sitting at his desk.

"No. I don't know what Izuku did, but..." Hizashi responds, and I look between the two confused.

"It's like he literally was able to take control of the room."

"Yeah, I was shaking too. Izuku felt powerful while I felt frozen in place."

"We all did." Yeah, this is pissing me off.

"I get that I affected everyone more than was planned, and I'm sorry about that. I didn't even know it could go that far. Should have stayed back."

"For once, it's fine. Doing everything you did is not, but the fear I can forgive you for. Did you do anything that was outside of your plan?"

"No. Why would I?"

"Because you felt off."

"Whatever. I don't get what the two of you are talking about." Shouta sighs.

"I guess we can't worry too much about it right now. For now, you're stuck with me till class starts."

"Even me?!" Hizashi asks. With that, Shouta kicks him out, leaving him and I. A leash later, I have been forced to fall asleep by Shouta's feet while he works.

Damn my weakness for pets.

I was kicked awake, and, after running around like idiots in the hero class, I went straight to the Support Course class after school to work with Mei on a new feature for my costume.

Too bad we get kicked out an hour later because apparently, Power-Loader didn't want us together for too long.

WIMP!

So I head to the teacher's lounge to find nobody there, so I got to Shouta's office to check then go and find he took over one of the gyms. Welp, I know where I'm going now! Usually, I would leave him alone; however, he never does something like this. I walk right on in there quietly to see him with a familiar purple hair boy that's not Mineta running laps around the gym. I feel sorry for him already.

"SHINSO!" I sing, running on over to the boy to keep pace with him. Somehow, Shouta has not noticed me yet. Probably because he's working on the weight system for Shinso.

"what...the...hell..." He pants. Yep, he's out of shape.

"Told you we would meet again soon! How's life?!"

"Painful!"

"Kind of expected when you're out of shape." He isn't even going a portion of my speed!

"No way...in...hell are you...in...shape."

"Want to head to the bathroom and check me out then?" Better than the smoking thing to prove something.

"IZUKU!" Welp, Shouta finally noticed me.

"Bye-bye, I'm not saving you!" I dash off, going over to Shouta before slowing down, "How's life as a new father?" The man in front of me glares.

"Should have known...how?"

"I got kicked out."

"What did you do?"

"Absolutely nothing! For once in my itty bitty life, I have done nothing!" Shouta glares me down again. I attempt to glare back. I can't be taken seriously when I twitch from staying still for more than five seconds.

"I will be asking him after this. I need your help with something."

"Did I hear that right? Shouta wants my help?"

"I will get someone else to do it if you don't shut up," Well, that got me to shut up quickly, " I need you to make a support weapon for Shinso." Oh?

"Anything specific he wants?"

"Yes. Shinso wants my scarf." Okay, that's boring. It only needs a slightly different structure because Shouta's scarf somehow works with his quirk's side effect.

"Anything else?"

"Something to mask his voice while being able to replicate voices. Able to do that?"

"I god damn hope so."

"I'm making sure, you brat. I assume that Nezu told you the news?" Bringing this up while making Shinso suffer? Okay!

"Yes, what the hell? Don't you deal with me enough?"

"I want to say yes because I do. I'm only letting you because I don't trust Hizashi and Midnight for your internship, and I can trust you on the field with me." Yes, I do trust Shouta the most out of anybody. I didn't think he would return the favor.

After all, I'm insane!

"I'm surprised."

"You may act like an idiot, but I know you know what you're doing." The truth!

"Alright, anything else?"

"You're working out with Shinso. Oh, and I got those nunchucks officialized for your hero costume. Capture weapon without electricity?" I didn't hear the rest. I only listened to the first part.

Welp, time for hell!

"How the hell is Izuku not worn out?" Shinso pants out, laying on the ground drowning in sweat. I, on the other hand, barely touched a lighting bolt of my energy.

"He works out every day, and it doesn't help that he is overloaded with energy," Shouta responds.

"You didn't force him to run, though!"

"He can outrun my fastest student, who has engines for his calves endurance wise. I have to force him to stop. He doesn't know limits."

"Because limits are for bitches," I state.

"Stop cursing. Run ten laps."

"Alright." I run off at full speed.

It was easy-peasy lemon squeezy. I come back about ten minutes later.

"What is wrong with you?" Shinso asks. I have to remember that list.

"Let's see! I have possible depression, psychopathic tendencies, severe ADHD, and germophobia. Oh, and I have to be impulsive as fuck and past alcoholic/smoker!" I say way too enthusiastically.

"How are you still here?"

"Determination and spite!"

"Aizawa-sensei, help me out. Also, why is he here, anyway?" Shouta has to scratch his head.

"That's the truth. The brat forces himself to move. As for why he's here, Izuku is under my care at the moment, so you will probably see him around. Don't tell anybody, or I will drop you." He even does his red eyes with his hair raised bull shit.

Shinso straightens up immediately, "Yes, Aizawa-sensei!"

"Good, now you're free to go," I smirk as Shinso runs off. However, that smirk is quickly wiped because I realize something. I look over at him. I ask, kind of reluctantly, if I may be honest. It's hard to tell what is a sensitive topic when it comes to quirks.

"Shouta?"

"Is something wrong?" Shit didn't mean to worry his old ass.

"No, it's a curiosity question."

"Just ask it, Izuku."

"What does it feel like to have your quirk taken away?" I mean, he has to have dealt with quirk-suppressants one way or another, right? Shouta sighs.

"I don't know because I have never had my own taken away, " That's surprising, " However, I have been told it's like taking away a part of them. A portion of who they are."

"Does that mean it hurts?"

"No. It feels like you are lost." I guess that makes sense. Quirk means 'individuality,' so if that doesn't indicate anything, I don't know what will. Meanwhile, Quirkless is 'no individuality.' That makes me stop for a moment because that kind of hurts. Fucking society. That's why quirks are ingrained into society; not because of power, but because people have come to believe that a quirk represents who they are. It's pitiful. Look at me! I'm bloody fantastic without a superpower!

"Izuku?" I look up with a fake smile before walking up beside him, and we leave, "What made you ask?"

"I guess for an attempt to understand. Everyone freaks out when you use your quirk on them, after all. Worst in a fight. Yet, I don't react." I hear him sigh before he bashes himself against my side, enough to get my attention but light not to piss me off. I look up at him while remembering to bleach my outfit when I get home.

"You're overthinking."

"That's a first!" Not much else is said on that topic. We head home while I ramble on whatever comes to mind.

After feeding Shouta and doing a little bit of cleaning, I'm back in my room working on CAT while he's out knocking some villains.

I figured out a way to have CAT transform without magnetic clothes. Magnetic rings! I already programmed them and made them; I just need to test them and then make them look natural. Otherwise, they look awkward as hell. It would be inconvenient too because I would have to wear them everywhere, but better safe than sorry! I put the rings on my wrist, elbows, waist, ankles, and kneecaps. I can move in them thankfully — step two.

"CAT, boot mode!" With a meow, CAT transforms into my boots, wrapping around my shoes and all that. Still takes about fifteen seconds but okay, " CAT, arm mode!" Same results as the legs. HALLELUJAH, IT WORKS! I ask CAT to transform back into cat mode before removing the rings. I'm glad I put cushioning on the inside, or that would have hurt like hell.

Welp, time to pretty shit up! I managed to get ahold of some paint that will benefit the metal and protect it from rusting? Sun-damaged? I like the look, but I don't want to weaken the metal. I decide to use black, so I can match it in with the dark.

It looks great!

I didn't realize it would take me for flipping ever until I look up to find Shouta, already in his pink PJs, looking down at me.

"What are you doing?" I think it's pretty obvious.

"Painting."

"It's two in the morning. We wake up at four-thirty."

"It's not like I technically need sleep?"

"Yes, you do, brat." He grabs the back of my shirt and drags me to bed. Thankfully, it is clean as he drops me on the bed. He turns off the lights before laying beside me.

"What are you doing?" Can you blame me for asking?

"This." This man has the nerve to put his hand back in my hair, starting to lull me to sleep rather quickly. I glare at him.

"I want an exchange."

"It does benefit me. It gets you to sleep."

"What about a back massage?"

"Do you even know how to give one?"

"I've done the research." The truth!

"...fine, but you have to be quiet."

"Alright, get your shirt off," I promise you, I say this with a serious tone.

"This better be the best massage, or you're going back in the cage." Surprisingly, he removes his shirt. I look away to give him some privacy because I happen to be a decent human being and let him lie back down on his chest.

I can see by his back he is physically strong. Usually, you can't tell because he wears baggy clothing to cover it.

Typically, you should get on top of them to do this.

However, it happens to be some weird-ass friendship. Obviously, I'm not going to top Shouta even though we all know he is a bottom. That's not what we are here for. I crawl over to Sho and start massaging his back gently. Stiff as hell motherfucker who can't take care of himself. He is covered in knots!

Yeah, we have a weird relationship.

After ten minutes, I pull back to see that he presumably passed out. Fine, I'm taking over your bed then, you jerk. I get up only to feel a hand grab my wrist and drag me back down while another massages my hair. How the fuck is this dead-beat hobo still awake? It's slower, but okay.

Too bad we passed out like that.

It's going to be awkward as fuck waking up like that, but okay.

Awkward Friendship!