Rehab and Reset

Wish You Were Gay (Billie Eilish is Bae)

The room was deathly still, despite All Might's efforts, everyone had heard. The class was now staring them down like hawks. Their faces were contorted with confusion and anticipation, with an exception of Dabi, who was back into the room, dragging the little Pikachu by the collar of his costume. Dabi had a large grin on his face as he stared at Izuku.

Soon, Izuku couldn't hold in all the laughter that he was keeping inside. His rough laugh rung out of his mouth. He wheezed and snorted as he shook his way off of the chair he was sitting in. All Might may have wondered if he was having a seizure. He fell to the floor for the second time that day. He yelped a small, "Ow", before he continued laughing.

"I-All-Might." He says between his laughter. "You- You think that- That I-" Another burst of laughter came out of his mouth. All Might still smiled but a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. Izuku wheezed. He placed a trembling hand onto the chair and pulled himself off of the ground.

"I-uh. I'm sorry, I just can't keep my laughter inside today." He exhaled and whipped the sweat off of his forehead. "But let me get this straight. You think I... am gay?"

All Might, although hesitant, nodded.

"Not like I have anything against it, but I'm not gay." Dabi quirked an eyebrow in disbelief with a straight face. He shook his head. Izuku glared at him before pointing a long finger at him. "But he is!" The class averted their attention to Dabi. Dabi rolled his eyes.

It looked as though All Might wanted to frown, but alas, his signature smile had been drawn on his bitch ass face with permanent ink. And it wasn't going to be erased. It stained Izuku's conscience.

"I apologize for assuming, my boy."

"It's fine!" Izuku waved him off. "What-" He stopped to stifle another laugh. "W-What gave you that idea though?"

"You just seemed so devoted to helping Dabi, I couldn't help but wonder. And though that doesn't seem like the best reason, I just had a hunch. It's a perk of being a teacher."

"It's okay. I get that a lot. Some say I give off that gay vibe." He laughed. His eyes flickered onto Dabi. He couldn't help but glare at Dabi's smug grin and roll his eyes as Dabi laughed behind a cupped hand.

All Might laughed nervously. After realizing he did almost nothing to mask the obvious fakeness of it, he cleared his throat and turned away. Izuku took his place back in the seat and his eyes settled back onto the monitor. He whispered into an earpiece hidden behind his hair and Toga stared back at the camera with a sadistic grin and a small nod.

He watched as knives flew through the air. Uraraka gasped and panicked as her skin ripped and sliced as the knives made contact. She let out a scream of terror that gave Izuku chills. Toga nearly tore Uraraka apart before All Might's desperate, irritatingly booming voice snapped him out of his enjoyment. The smile dropped off his face when he glanced back to All Might with a petrifying glare-repulsed that All Might had interrupted his pleasure.

He quickly glanced away when All Might started to turn in his direction. He feigned worry as he watched quirk suppressing cuffs snap around Toga's wrists and Uraraka's blood-covered body be careful- yet urgently- carried away. Nonetheless, the urge pulled at the corners of his mouth and he couldn't help but let his lips twitch into a tiny, almost unnoticeable grin.

Izuku did have the chills when Uraraka screamed... But those chills were for the wrong reason. Not as if her screaming sent shivers down his spine, but the kind of chills you get eating the best scoop of ice cream-sex-you've ever had in your entire life and your possible past life. The kind that makes you twitch in satisfaction... pleasure. And Izuku would know from experience. From ice cream or from sex, who knows, most of the time Izuku had not been... present. Wasted. He had been wasted. Long story short, he had devoured a mug of coffee, two shots of vodka (five), and a small bottle of Five Hour Energy in the span of a couple of minutes. But that was a story (that happened more than once) for another time, preferably never to be brought up again.