●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|5| Unremarkable

Izuku gave quite a few shits. One of those shits was not talking about throwing up in a bathroom stall.

You see the predicament he was in.

Izuku's mouth was kept firmly shut as he silently tried to come up with a believable lie. "Is not saying anything an option...?" Izuku tried.

Aizawa gave him a look that clearly said that he would find out anyways. Izuku hung his head in defeat.

"The cafeteria one is..... crowded and smelly." Great job Izuku. You really have a way with words. A poet, truly.

Aizawa gave him a deadpan look and Izuku sighed. "Alright, fine. I was uh, puking. In a bathroom stall."

Aizawa only sighed, rubbing at his temples. Izuku was fairly certain he heard the words 'problem child'.

"And why is that?"

Couldn't this man just let Izuku be?

Izuku stared at the floor. Wow, those tiles looked expensive. ".....because lunch was disgusting." Wow, and wasn't that a blatant lie. Lunch Rush, one of the greatest chefs in Japan, cooked food that was disgusting. What, was the man drunk?

Then Izuku recalled the fact that Lunch Rush once won a competition while drunk.

To his credit, Aizawa kept a straight face. "Mhm. Wanna tell the truth now?"

"Not really," Izuku said. Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Would you believe it if I said that I hate my favorite food? Because that's actually true."

Aizawa kept his gaze ahead, his hands stuffed in pockets. Outside it was sunny and warm and Izuku really just wanted out of this stupid situation.

"Sure thing kid. Just remember to eat tonight."

Izuku tilted his head. "Why?"

"Because you're obviously not eating."

Izuku would need to report to the rest of the class that Aizawa was in fact a government spy in the teenager division.

"Umm.... how do you know that?" Izuku asked.

"Why is your house always filled with yelling?" Aizawa returned. Izuku could only stare at him. What, was he psychic too!? A ghost? An alien? The human reincarnation of Nezu? Actually, that was plausible.

Aizawa didn't respond at first, either letting suspense build or just wanting Izuku's anxiety to run wild for a solid minute.

"My patrol area. So mind explaining literally anything."

"I can explain the puking?" Oh, now he was open about this shit. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, rolling his hand in a 'go on' gesture. Izuku hung his head. "Uh, Mrs. Tereko just kind of sucks at cooking." He probably should have said that earlier.

"Uh-huh." Aizawa responds. "And I'm sure she also 'just kind of sucks' at keeping her voice down?"

Izuku bites his lip. Hard. And so what if it draws a bead or two of metallic blood? It's better than salty tears.