Aizawa watched one of his new students aimlessly fidget with his pen. He'd been doing that ever since he entered the room - who knew if he'd been doing that before either.

To his irritation, Izuku tried balancing the pen on his nose, while Aizawa stared at him. His face distorted with his usual expression; one could tell he was exhausted. Prior to his attempt, Aizawa was speaking to him about some important matters involving his education in U.A. He scowled, running a hand down his face. "Are you able to answer any of these questions?"

The black pen dropped onto the metal table, creating an echo in the empty room. "Aw." Izuku looked at the pen in disappointment, but not too long after he became aware of the glare his teacher was giving him. His black hair stood up in a gravity defying way and his usually tired onyx eyes were wide, glowing neon red. He shrugged with a sigh, "You're no fun."

"Just answer the questions. If you'd been listening, you would know we need to know what level you are." Eraserhead looked at the clipboard filled with documents. A picture of Izuku, appearing younger than he was in the present time, was stapled in the corner of the documents.

The younger Izuku Midoriya looked to be in much better condition. His small smile was genuine and gentle. Shining emerald eyes, no signs of bags under his eyes, staring at the camera. It was a picture of the past; that wasn't Izuku anymore. Aizawa understood that once he saw the picture, considering how different the boy currently looked — like a walking corpse. That single photo showed the clear difference in behaviors.

People change, he guessed.

"It says here you disappeared close to the end of your fourth year in elementary school. So you were nine when you stopped attending school," Shota explained tonelessly. He glanced to get a glimpse of Izuku and was relieved to see he — at the very least — appeared to be listening.

"In the report where All Might and Tsukauchi interviewed you, you stated that you had some form of being taught by someone how to read, write and a bit of mathematics."

"Enough to take care of my finance, of course! I took care of it myself in the League of Villains!" Izuku exclaimed cheerfully as he picked up the pen.

He began scribbling who-knows-what onto the pages provided to him. "I get it," he paused his actions to make eye contact with the taller man, "You want to see if I could answer these questions meant to determine if I could keep up with the work in U.A."

The silence was enough of an answer; he'd been right on the mark. The sounds of scribbling were the only thing that could be heard in the short ellipsis.

Aizawa scrutinized Izuku's expression and movements. Nothing out of the ordinary, not any sign of struggle. In fact, it looked as if he were skimming through the paper with no problems. His smile — Aizawa had to contemplate if it were real or not — indicated that much. Izuku even hummed a tune unknown to Aizawa, but he paid no mind to something so simple.

"Between you and me, assuming that man isn't listening in," he spoke, not bothering to pause his previous actions, "a guy named Kurogiri taught me how to read and write — extending my knowledge to survive on my own. You know, after completely abandoning my education and the family I had before."

The warp-gate user. Eraserhead remembered him from the multiple attacks he appeared in. A man like that taught Izuku Midoriya the necessary information to live in a modern world. "To what extent did he teach you?" Aizawa wondered why the young villain was speaking about these things to him. After all, he had kept extra details like this to himself when True Man questioned him.

"To put it simply, managing my own finances was the goal, while completing my broken Japanese writing and limited knowledge on basic math for said goal. Contracts and speaking to clients-slash-recruitments that I was 'forced' to make deals with," Izuku went into his dramatic mode with a self-pitying voice, "A poor boy like me left with villains had to do something productive to stay alive."

Aizawa wanted to groan but opted to just sigh. He's careful to choose his words, however carefree he might let on to be. The underground hero peered through his hand he placed onto his face. Izuku had, apparently, finished and attempted to balance the pen on his nose again.

Goofy would be another word to describe him.

With a raise of an eyebrow, Shota picked up the papers. He read through Izuku's answers briefly. Tired eyes went side to side, bottom to top, in a reasonable speed. The years of being a teacher and underground hero had given him so much paperwork. To that point, he was able to speed read like nobody's business. And what he read on the Japanese test paper was... a good result.

There were a few questionable doodles here and there, but Izuku had done quite well. Nonetheless...

"You're exceptional in analyzing, summarizing and finding the hidden meanings of these questions and symbolizations. But you're a little behind with your figure of speeches." Aizawa nodded, satisfied with getting the results, while Izuku still wouldn't give up on balancing that pen on his nose. He was determined! He would do it!

He put the pen on his nose carefully and slowly pulled his fingers away. His eyebrows knitted together in all his seriousness and his eyes focused on the pen. The pen balanced on his nose. Yay! Izuku smiled.

"Now, let's go on to the next seven subjects," Aizawa said.

The pen dropped.