I AM FREE FROM SHOUTA!

ONLY TO BE STUCK WITH HIM AGAIN WITHIN A COUPLE OF DAYS AFTER DEALING WITH MOM!

Reality check: This sucks.

So for the rest of the internship, I literally did the paperwork for Shouta. That shit is easy. Apparently, you're not supposed to be running around with stitches, so he had tried to force me to stay in the room. Take note of the word tried.

Like that is fucking happening, sweetie. He tried to put a tracking device on me, but that is fucking useless to a hacker. I would go to the pool, but you know.

Stitches.

If that ain't the definition of depression, I don't know what is. I'm just glad that there are healing quirks in the world because they got me healed within a week.

So you may be wondering: Izuku, where the fuck did you hang out a majority of the time?

I will tell you.

Walmart and the police station...legally. Not arrested. It's sad when you have to point that out.

Before I tell you stories on that, I have some tea to spill. First, I need to hack back in time to that night the squad went to KFC. Nothing happened at the KFC before you dramatic fucks get anywhere.

Well, besides getting kicked out for my potty mouth, but that's normal at this point. Let me set the scene.

The squad and I went to the hotel because everybody but me needs to sleep. Now obviously, nobody is willing to get on a train at 3 o'clock in the morning except me because I'm asking for death. That's another story. Anyway, that means Hizashi and Nemuri had to stay with us.

NOW, TIME LAPSE BITCHES!

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After Heaven. I can't stay there forever, sadly.

Alright, so the four of us just got to the hotel room, and Shouta straight-up passed on the bed. I'll worry about his ass later. Right now, we have two confused adults.

"Where are we suppose to sleep?" Hizashi asks. At that moment, a lightbulb went off, and before you ask, no. It isn't revealing Hizashi is a female like in Ouran Highschool Host Club. It's an idea.

A fucking brilliant idea.

"Nemmy and I will take the other bed, and you can share with Shouta. Ya'll can borrow his clothes if you're not comfy in your current clothing." I say as I limp over to the free bed and clamber on it. They remove their jackets as they get in their respective beds, one of the two blushing. You can assume safely that it's Hizashi. The lights turn off, only leaving my phone light. I look beside me to see Nemmy wiggling her eyebrows.

We think alike in this stance. I wiggle my eyebrows back before she lays down to face away from me, so she isn't blinded by the phone.

Yes, I stayed put there like a good boy for a few hours by playing puzzle games on my phone. Kind of. You know those selfie sticks that you put your phones on to get sick selfies? I put mine to fucking fantastic use.

You see, about a couple hours in, I hear shuffling coming from the other bed. Thanks to my ability to over-prepare, I have night-vision on my phone. I attach the selfie stick, raise it up, and take a few pictures before bringing the phone down and looking at the pictures. Guess what I saw?

No, it's not porn before you ask because we have sinners reading this shit.

Hizashi and Shouta are cuddling.

Let me repeat that for you.

Hizashi and Shouta are cuddling.

Yip. They are cuddling. I have to resist screaming. The best part?

Put on the Blue's Clues mail song.

I just got some blackmail.

I just got some blackmail.

I just got some blackmail.

And we all know whose it from!

Song off.

Okay, blackmail isn't the primary goal. It's like a fucking fantastic side-quest I didn't know about, and I did it at the same time as the main quest.

THEY ARE SLOWLY COMING TOGETHER! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oh, if only I could scream right now! Obviously, I'm not going to keep this to myself. I start shaking Nemuri awake gently. I may be an asshat, but that's only to 99.9% of the human population. It takes her a moment before looking at me.

"Zuku? You okay?" Nemuri whispers. Ouch. You know you worry people around you too much when that's what they start off with. Like, I get it by 1%. Yeah, I actually don't. I turn her to see the boys. She has to cover her mouth before facing me with a bright smile and winks, "Tell me you got pictures," I quickly nod with a smirk, " Blackmail, darling. Now, sleep."

"We both know that's impossible," I whisper back. It's the truth! My brain is too wired now after that. Nemmy shakes her head and goes back to sleep.

I never did sleep. I dealt with the pain like a boss.

By morning, the boys were blushing, and I pretend to ignore it in favor of focusing on my games. Eventually, Hizashi and Nemuri have to leave for UA again. We exchange hugs, and they leave the building.

One thing I am shocked about is Shouta didn't question me about the response to Hizashi. He probably thinks I'm ignorant right now. Yeah, no. I have evidence you don't know about. When they left, he went back to bed, but not before slamming his paperwork at me and grumbling for me to get it done. Salty man.

TO THE PRESENT!

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Present

As I said before, I spent the majority of my time at Walmart. I got the papers done quickly while Shouta went to the station to get more work done. I was able to get away with it for a couple of days. The main problem was the people there. You see, due to being shown in the media, people can recognize my ass. I don't like that despite how much attention my actions practically beg for. I don't need him finding out through the bloody internet that I am sneaking out to fucking Walmart of all places.

So what do I do?

I brought some spray-on hair dye of all colors that washes out easily and turned my broccoli hair into a beautiful rainbow in the Walmart bathroom. You should have seen the looks I got for that. About thirty minutes before I need to start heading back, I head back to the bathroom and use the shampoo to wash it out and run out before anybody catches me.

Yes, I got away with this for a couple of days. How did I lose it? I'm glad I asked myself that! You see, Shouta decided to come to visit me for lunch in the hotel room that I was not in. My fucking luck. Then, I turned the tracker off, so he can't find my ass.

Well, good thing I got kicked out of Walmart that day because they thought I was a rapist or some shit! I considered going to Starbucks, but I decided to go home. I'm glad I did as I probably would have had the cops after me otherwise. Why?

Shouta was fucking there. He got off for lunch.

Fucking damn it. And this sucks.

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Back in time again!

I'm going back to the hotel from Walmart because they kicked me out for being suspicious AF. LIKE, I AM JUST WALKING AROUND WALMART AND DOING MY HAIR IN YOUR BATHROOM! THERE HAS TO BE MORE SUSPICIOUS SHIT THAN THAT!

Anyway, I enter the hotel room after hacking the door (again), and I hear Shouta in the room.

Fuck.

"I already checked the hotel, Hizashi! Izuku is not here! Where the hell would the idiot go?" Damn, he sounds pissed and on the phone. Sorry, Hizashi. Well, I could always walk out if I need to. The man is pacing back and forth, and he will notice me any moment, " The only place I know he has gone to in town is Walmart...he seriously can't be hanging out there! He may be an idiot, but-" He suddenly cuts off when our eyes locked, " I will call you right back." With that, he drops the phone, walks over to me, and glares me down since I'm a short fuck.

Welp, time for the screaming session!

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, MIDORIYA IZUKU!? WHY COULDN'T YOU STAY IN THE HOTEL!? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! THE VERY LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SEND ME A MESSAGE TELLING ME WHERE YOU'RE GOING! A NOTE! SOMETHING! IT DOESN'T HELP THAT YOU TURNED OFF THE FUCKING TRACKER! EVER WONDER WHY I PUT A TRACKER ON YOUR PHONE? BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE! WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU!?"

I focus on my breathing. Deep breaths, Izuku. I'm about to explode. Think rationally.

Yes, Shouta has a point. I could at least leave something, so he knows where I am. That is something I'm not used to doing. If I leave, I leave. I did it all the time before with Shouta. Why is it different now? Oh yeah, new city. And I get lost easily. But still, it's like he doesn't trust me! It doesn't help that he does the same exact shit, and I don't put a tracker on him, now do I? Why? Because I trust him to come back!

Why can't he trust me and my abilities?

"Izuku, I want a response." Jeez, he switched to his teacher tone. I'm still trying to make sure I don't end up screaming at him because that doesn't solve anything. Time to respond before he gets angry again.

"Oh well. I will make it out. Shouta, why are you worried about this now? I understand that I get lost easily and a new town and all that. However, I've been leaving town constantly to get supplies, and I always come back. You never question me then, and when you text me, I text back within ten minutes always when you ask." Shouta pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing.

"That may be true. However, you were just on live television. You have made yourself a target, and you know this! It doesn't help that you have stitches in you still! You may be smart, but you can't avoid every situation. I'm trying to make sure you don't make your condition worse."

"True. But you know that it's hell for me to stay in one place."

"I know, and I will let you free again; however, you must tell me when you are going out and where." Damn, he is treating me like a child here.

"Fine."

"Alright. Now, as punishment, you're stuck with me for the rest of this time." Oh, this is going to be hell.

And that it was. Imagine being in a room, and you have already finished paperwork. Yeah, that is why the police station knows my face now. I continuously wander around once I finish my work, even going as far as programming new shit into CAT. It doesn't help that Shouta sleeps the majority of his life away, unlike me. Okay, maybe that may be dramatic, but I guess he requires more sleep because he is old.

The only thing that kept me sane besides programming CAT through my phone (pain in the ass might I add) were patrols. He let me go in exchange for staying back and observing. I only interfered once by using a banana peel from the trash to throw an enemy off. I got the disappointment look for that.

When I FINALLY got back, Mom was being over-dramatic and watching my every move as if I'm going to break, meaning she forced me to stay in the house all weekend. I learned to appreciate Shouta from that.

Now back to the future!

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Present bitch!

Today is the first day back at UA, and I decide to arrive to class early. Like Iida early. Typically, I'm messing around with the staff right now, but here I am! Why? It certainly isn't because I'm a model student!

Well, Iida still has shit to hear from me. HE DOESN'T GET OUT OF A LASHING FROM BIG DADDY HERE!

Oh jeez, someone kill me now. Thankfully, Iida has arrived to save your asses from my cringy jokes! The boy immediately walks in front of me and bows deeply.

"Izuku, I am sorry for betraying your trust and going after Stain. I should have listened to you and everybody around me, but an overwhelming sense of revenge overcame me. I had to face him." Cute. I force him up, stare him down, and punch him in the face. Don't worry, I only made his nose bleed! I didn't break his nose yet! He pulls out a handkerchief to clear the bleeding. He'll be fine. If he can't handle a nosebleed, he shouldn't be in the hero course.

"You fucking idiot. Never go the emotional route, especially when you are emotional! Do you get in the car and drive when you're emotional? Hell no! You back off and calm down first! Do you realize you went against someone who literally beat your brother's ass to the ground? AND YOU THINK YOU HAD A CHANCE?! Think logically because you're the class representative or some shit for a reason! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Izuku! I will prove myself to you and the class!"

"You fucking better." With that, I leave the class. Ignoring Iida's obnoxious yelling about 'you should stay in the classroom,' I head to the teacher's lounge to annoy somebody. Who is my victim today? Ah, it's our man: All Ass! Not that I'm saying he has a bad body, his body is great. I'm not going to be an ass about that.

That sounds bad. Shit.

Anyway.

What I am going to be an ass about is his attitude. He is in Skinny Might form, so I can't push him around too much, or else he will fall.

"Young Midoriya! What has brought you here this early?" Skinny Might asks. I seriously need a name, though I deny I will use it too often.

"I'm bored. Amuse me because I don't think I ever learned your name, and I don't think you want me to call you All Might in this form."

"Yagi will suffice."

"I fucking hope so. It's your name, mate." Yagi quickly hacks up some beautiful red, and I hand over a napkin so he can clean up the blood.

"You shouldn't curse." I'm going to varietize myself a bit here because I don't want just katsudon. I want some spaghetti too.

"You know, normally, I would say fuck off. However, for you, I will give you a special tale. A bit more up your American alleyway. In America a long time ago, there was a writer named Ernest Hemingway. Basically, his life was fucked up like mine, but he was an amazing writer. He also cursed like a pirate like me. Well, his insane mother asked why he cursed as it was wrong or something like that. I quote Ernest Hemingway 'you see, I am trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across - not to just depict life - or criticize it - but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me, you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful.'"

Yagi looks so surprised that I know something from literature. Why, yes, I do! I'm not Nezu's student without reason! There is much more to this world besides technology. There is the beauty you see around as long as heroes and villains aren't fucking up shit. There are art and music. There is so much out there! There is even a hobo I have to take care of because he can't take care of himself! Either way, I try not to be ignorant to life. There is a reason I am a genius, as well.

"I'm surprised for the mature response," Yagi tells me.

"I can be mature when needed to be as well as childish. You have to fucking adapt." This time, Yagi barely responds to the curse.

"That is true. You should head back to class, young Midoriya."

"Boo, more fun to surprise you with my abilities in shit."

"Life goes on. Now go." Yeah, he really is trying to get rid of me.

"Fine, bye." With that, I get up and leave. That conversation lasted five minutes.

Damn it.

WELP, LET SEE WHAT KIND OF SHIT I CAN FUCK UP NOW!