By the time Shouta and I arrive back to UA, it's about eight at night. During the car ride, despite his protest, I called up the Detective and asked to be put on one case specifically - the League of Villains case. The reason is pretty apparent. If you have no idea why, then I have no idea where you have been, then, sweetheart! I have to wait until I get to my apartment to get my information, though, because I want to read it on the computer. I also got sent another case, but he wouldn't share it with me out loud. Oh, and Sho got me actual food! HALLELUJAH!

First things first, I go to Recovery Girl and deal with her damn bickering. It's not like I'm trying for this, lady! I rather not suffer in pain! Oh, and the needing more sleep thing. I got nauseous, but I recover quickly. Now, I need to check on my mates.

I walk into the class 1-A dorms to hear music blasting like this place is a bar. In the common room, a sea of children are dancing in a way I can't describe besides it being a god damn grind line. I know that we stress these kids out, but damn! I turn around to see Shouta behind me.

"Can they do this?" I have to ask.

"As long as they don't have sex, I don't care. Since we see this, you're giving the sex talk tomorrow." Shouta tells me bluntly. I look at him with wide eyes.

"WAIT, WHY ME?!"

"Because you wouldn't mind an excuse to talk about sex, and I don't want to."

"True. Welp, I'm going." I start walking out when I see him quirk his eyebrow.

"I'm surprised you aren't joining."

"You took away all my booty shorts that would make me want to join that grind line. Besides, I really want to look at those cases. Oh, I don't want to ruin their fun by joining."

"You never care about ruining the fun."

"There's probably something on the list saying I can't do it. You know, similar to not being able to eat sweets. I prefer not to be knocked out of the moment after dealing with bitchy Recovery Girl."

"...don't overdo it."

"Yeah yeah, I last even as a top." With that, I head straight to work while ignoring Shouta's response.

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YAS, FINALLY SOMETHING GOOD! NO MORE OF THESE PITY CASES THAT NEZU KEPT SENDING ME! WE ARE IN THE REAL WORLD NOW!

I haven't even touched the mystery file yet, but I'm excited about the League of Villains case. They shall go down! I pull out the record that I had on them and start comparing. Interestingly enough, we have about the same amount of information. There are only bits and pieces that are extra. Somebody is watching over us because nothing is too drastically different. For now, I won't touch it too much. I pull out another sheet of paper and start listing any theories I can come up with. Right now, with Shigaraki's army down, he's probably looking for new people. I don't know if he would join with over groups, but with how low the standards have dropped, maybe he will. Either that or Kurogiri will make him. They aren't in a safe place. Shigaraki is smart and should realize that.

If he does not, he's the most ignorant man I know next to All Might. That's right. I compared him to his enemy. Take that, Handjob!

Knock Knock

The fuck? Who the fuck comes to me at eight-thirty at night? It's not a teacher either. It's a student.

Wait, eight-thirty? Huh. I was expecting it to be later, but whatever works!

I should answer the door now. I go to open-OH, COME ON! WHAT KIND OF FOREIGN DRAMA HAS MY LIFE BECOME? BAKUGO, WHY NOW?!

"Hi! Welcome to my hell/heaven/disappointment arena! How may I help you this fine evening?" Keep up the enthusiasm, and maybe he will go away for how creepy I am being. Life is a bitch because it didn't work.

"Let's go, Deku," Bakugo snarls at me as he starts walking off.

"Uh, sir, you're not supposed to be out at this-"

"I don't care! Let's go!"

"Why should I? If anything, I should be sending you to the principal." For once in my damn life, I try to be professional.

"YOU ARE BENEATH ME, DEKU! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR PLACE IS! YOU ARE BELOW ME!" I hope one of the teachers heard that.

"Huh. I always thought you were the bottom. I happen to be rough in bed unless I'm a power bottom." Welp that triggers him. Explosions go off in Bakugo's palms. I relent because I don't want to clean up his damn mess," Fine, let's go." I close the door and follow him. For all I know, he could be leading me to my death. Right now, I don't desire death because I want the League of Villains out before I die. If he tries, he's losing his pee-pee. I'm glad I haven't taken off that stupid headband yet because I whisper a message to be sent to the teacher chat. Hopefully, one of them comes to find us.

Eventually, we arrive at a familiar area. I never did receive a response. If I die, I place my blame on them.

Bakugo raises his palm for me to stop, walks ahead, and spins around to face me, "Recognize this area?"

Because he forced me out here, I'm snarky, " Yip yip! This is where I kicked your ass at the first hero training assessment. Oh, the memories!" He growls like a feral chihuahua.

"WHY ARE LOOKING DOWN AT ME DEKU?!" I give him credit for not attacking. Maybe those anger management classes are working! I have a feeling a fight will happen anyway. With what I have, I'm screwed. I will need to get him out as quickly as possible. I'm not stupid. I'm not meant for fights like these despite my equipment. I'm meant to be support and intelligence. I can fight, but it's not desired. Even with that in mind, that doesn't stop my attitude problem.

"I can't because I'm short as fuck." Give me credit for being honest.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"You're the dumbass interpreting it that way. You're smart. Figure this out. We have different ways of going about things. I'm disappointed that you see it in that way." There is quiet. Then,

"Fight me." Told you. It sounds like there is a small chance of avoiding it.

"We both know I'm not meant for this. I'm intelligent and support. An automatic win for you." Not really, but I don't want to get this uniform dirty.

"Then why do you act as you will always win?!"

"Because it's possible. Look, I don't know what you're salty about. However, I have never looked down at you. In fact, I'm jealous of you. Envious of you. You have the perfect quirk! You have respect! You are given everything on a silver platter! You just had to keep it up! Meanwhile, here I am SUFFERING SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A QUIRK! QUIRKLESS DEKU! USELESS DEKU!" I take a deep breath before continuing, " You created who I am, and for that, I thank you. But the moment I start gaining a use in my pitiful life, you think I'm looking down upon you. Is it because I had to be moved to become a teacher? Or perhaps it's the fact that you failed your damn provisional license exam while I passed? So many ways of looking at this. Kacchan, I fought for this role. I'm not here to challenge you. We have different goals as a hero. I give two fucks about the leaderboards because I'm going underground. Do whatever you want."

Bakugo scoffs, " When did I have to start fighting against someone who was once so far behind me?"

"Petty?"

BOOM!

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. The moment I said that, Bakguo shoots at me and uses one of his most potent moves against my chest. Logically, I fly back far. The shock-absorption in my shoes are shit from the tests, so I have to attempt to land. I manage without too many problems, but there are still problems. More specifically, the blistering on my chest. To top it all off, the damn button-up part of the suit is in shreds.

What is up with me getting hit today?

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?! I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT MITSUKI TAUGHT YOU MANNERS! FUCKING USE THEM!" I'm making him pay for it.

"STOP MESSING AROUND AND FIGHT ME!" Bakugo bursts at me once more, but I don't think I can take another clean hit. I need to knock him out now.

Ignoring the familiar pain, I take a deep breath, clear my mind, and disappear. I don't pay attention to what he is saying as I go around him and chi-block him to paralyze him. I take a desperate take of air as he crumbles before me.

I stare him down for a moment. Now, where to hide the body? Well, I would do that if I felt like being arrested. As I am a teacher assistant now, I have to make sure the kids don't kill themselves.

Or, in this case, get killed by me.

"DEKU!" Oh, he's not knocked out, only paralyzed at the moment. I see the perfect excuse to bully him.

"Bitch, I will leave you in the nonexistent pouring rain that should be happening to make this scene dramatic. I'm doing you a favor," I snarl as I lift Bakugo up. Ignoring whatever the fuck he has to say, I take him back to the dorms. I'm not even willing to save him from the embarrassment. He fucked up my suit, after all! I walk in through the main door with him in my arms, and the horny teens turning around to face me. Iida, the only clean boy here, runs in front of me and starts chopping his arms.

"What happened?!"

"Extra hard fucking," I tell him as I start going down the hall. However, something nags at my mind, and I turn around to face them, "If you plan of doing the jig tonight, please text me so I can go out, buy what you need, and give you the sex talk. I'm not willing to deal with mini midgets here. If one of you comes out pregnant a week from now, I will flip my shit harder than I did when my favorite ship got together. Understood? Oh, and don't come for me if you injure yourselves. Go to Recovery Girl. Thanks for listening to my TED talk and good night!"

I didn't even bother to look at their faces as I left.

With that out of the way, I take Bakugo to his room, lock-pick his door, drop him on his bed, and leave. Honestly, I'm done with life because it's throwing literally any and everything it can at me.

I go through the student's way to my dorm and enter. I look down, noticing my chest is still out in the open. That might need to be fixed. Removing the shreds, I go to the bathroom and start fixing the shit.

No, I'm not doing surgery on myself. Apparently, that's a bad thing even though my alter ego has a medical Ph.D.. I'm willing to admit that I took a couple of pain pills because, you know, an explosion to the chest hurts. The applying of cream isn't much fun either. Take that back, nothing is fun about this. It's bothersome more than anything. While I was applying the cream, I hear a door in my house click.

"Izuku?" Fuck, it's Shouta. Like many other times, I don't want him here. I rather him not see this as he might go straight at Bakugo. He's getting better because he didn't straight-up attack. Call it pity, but I want Bakugo to stay here. He needs time, like everybody else.

"Uh, get out. I'm masturbating, dumbass!" I yell out. That might be my trashiest excuse yet, but I needed something. I hear his footsteps approach the door.

"Stop lying. What are you trying to cover, problem child?"

"My pee-pee!" I hear the door open, and I make sure to dramatize by screaming. Somehow, that doesn't scare him off. Shouta immediately looks at my chest and sees the damage. He stomps over, rips the cream out of my hands, and starts doing it for me.

Shouta is quiet at first, but he does ask, " What happened?"

"Life being a bitch."

"Besides that?" Damn.

"Bakugo and I got into a tussle. Don't worry about it, I handled it. He's paralyzed in his room now from the chi-blocking."

"Izuku." Shouta looks up to glare at me.

"Tomorrow. Right now, I want to work on the cases after you finish this up."

"You're going to sleep after this."

"But it's only nine at night! I sleep at two in the morning! I already got a one hour nap in from earlier." He finishes the cream, pinching his nose to show his disappointment. He moves on to wrapping me with bandages.

"Sometimes, people sleep to relieve stress rather than catch a book on fire in the middle of the teacher's lounge. You need it. You also need rest because of this. I'll even stay and cuddle with you until you sleep. After I shower, of course."

"So that's what the stock market has become? Damn, the standards have dropped."

"I will wash and let you do my hair tomorrow if you do it." I consider it.

"Fine. Are we done here?"

"Yeah, you brat. Come on."

"Since when the fuck have we upgraded to cuddles?"

"No idea. Lets me know that you didn't overdo the bleach yet."

"Damn. Harsh. Bleach is love. Bleach is life."

"Just come on."

"Is Zashi jealous?"

"He's mad that I canceled his quirk, so he's cuddling with Nem right now." That sounds like something I would do.

"And how do you feel?"

"I don't care."

"Boo. Boring. Where's the drama?!"

I don't get a response to that.