●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|3| Please Don't Care About Me, I'm Not Worth It

"I.... um.... okay, fine. It's just that..... mom's been feeling a bit overworked, so sometimes I help her out. I'll find a way to get some more sleep though! I promise, I'll stay awake next time!" Midoriya ended his little speech off with his award-winning blinding smile. It often worked on all his friends, and the teachers, even Aizawa usually accepted the display of utter happiness. But this time, Aizawa saw the strain behind it, the way it didn't quite reach his eyes, how it was forced. Aizawa wanted to press it more, but he knew the kid would just deny all his accusations. Besides, he already had enough information. All the same, he was incredibly annoyed. "Alright then. Go to lunch, problem child." He thought he heard someone that sounded like Iida and Uraraka pull the problem child away for lunch. He just shook his head. I need more coffee.

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Aizawa finished grading papers, actually impressed by a few results- Kaminari had reached an eighty on the math test. He was about to head to the teachers lounge for a nap, when he remembered his conversation with Midoriya. He sighed, before grabbing his phone and dialing Inko Midoriya's number. The phone rang a few times, before an automated voice that sounded suspiciously like a Siri spoke. 'I'm sorry, but this number has been terminated. If you would like to contact help, press one. If you would instead like to-' Shouta opted for pressing the red end call button instead. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course the number had been changed for some ridiculous reason or the other. He called Principal Nezu, the rat- bear- squirrel- thing would probably know what happened.

'Hello, Shouta. I presume this is a rather important matter, as we all know you hate talking to me?' As always, the small mammal knew exactly what was going on. "Yes, it's about problem child. I tried calling his mother about whatever is going on with him, but the number's been terminated. Do you know her current number?" A pause. The principal was probably clicking away on his computer, eager to solve another insignificant puzzle. 'Hmmm..... wasn't it *******? It says the number hasn't changed.' Aizawa got even more annoyed. Why was things like this always happening? Couldn't Vlad deal with something like this instead? 'Ahhh.... I see why you couldn't contact Ms. Midoriya. It seems that her phone number has been terminated. Seems that she didn't pay all her phone bills.' Aizawa found this extremely suspicious, but he couldn't help but wonder.....

"How the hell do you know this? Did you hack into something? You do know that's illegal, right?"

'I advise talking to Midoriya the next chance you get. Ah, and i need you for something else. The police force has contacted me yesterday, they ask that you investigate a string of petty theft. Well, I've kept you long enough. Have a good afternoon, Shouta.' The principal hung up, smoothly dodging Aizawa's accusation. He sighed for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. Now he has a string of theft to investigate, and a problem child to crack. "Why did I decide to work here in the first place?"

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Izuku's POV

Midoriya walked down the street, struggling to stay awake. He had just been able to get away after his friends, the 'dekusquad' (Why'd they name it after him of all people?!), had roped him into hanging out with them. Apparently what they considered entertainment was watching Iida scold Midoriya about over analysing students from class 2-B. Shiozaki almost had a heart attack after Midoriya listed all the ways she could potentially kill someone with her Hair Vine quirk. Looking back on it, it wasn't hard, especially since one of the kids that lived on his street had almost the exact same quirk. He was now heading toward a small park, the usual meet up for a group he hung out with.