Izuku sat at his desk, his laptop open in front of him. The glow of the screen cast a faint light across his face, highlighting his sharp sapphire-blue eyes. On the other end of the secure call was his father, Hisashi Midoriya, also known as All For One. Izuku {calmly, arms crossed}: "Did you have anything to do with the USJ attack?" Hisashi let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. Hisashi {smoothly}: "Izuku, my boy, do you really think I'd risk making your mother angry? I value my life, thank you very much." Izuku remained silent, watching his father closely. Hisashi's tone was light, but there was truth behind his words. Hisashi {serious, folding his hands}: "No, I had nothing to do with it. I told you before—I'm not a villain anymore." Izuku nodded slowly, accepting the answer. His father had no reason to lie to him. Izuku {curious}: "Then who was behind it? The Nomu had multiple Quirks. That's not something just anyone can create." Hisashi sighed, his expression turning thoughtful. Hisashi {calmly}: "I have an idea. There was a young man... Nine. He was dying because of his Quirk—Weather Manipulation—his body couldn't handle it. Someone, likely Dr. Kyudai Garaki, gave him a weaker copy of my Quirk, All For One." Izuku's eyes narrowed slightly. Izuku {quietly}: "And what did he want?" Hisashi smirked, but there was a trace of disappointment in his expression. Hisashi {amused but dismissive}: "The same old, tired dream. He wanted to create a world where the strong ruled over the weak. An amateur." Izuku scoffed, shaking his head. Izuku {bluntly}: "Predictable." Hisashi {nodding}: "Indeed. That's likely where your Nomu problem is coming from. If Garaki is still active, he's probably continuing his experiments, creating more Nomus and supplying them to people like Nine." Izuku tapped his fingers against the desk, his mind processing the information. Izuku {thoughtful}: "Then Dr. Garaki needs to be dealt with." Hisashi's smirk grew. Hisashi {pleased}: "Now you're thinking like a strategist." Izuku leaned back, considering his next move. The USJ attack was only the beginning—there was more happening behind the scenes. And if Nine and Garaki were involved, things were about to get much more complicated. Izuku {quietly, to himself}: "Time to clean up the mess you left behind, Father." [Transition] The Class 1-A dorm doors swung open as the exhausted students shuffled inside. Their faces were a mix of relief and residual adrenaline from the USJ incident. Conversations buzzed between them—some recounting their fights, others expressing disbelief at what had happened. Kaminari {grumbling}: "Man, I kinda wish I got warped with Midoriya. At least then I'd have had a front-row seat to whatever crazy thing he did." Sero {nodding}: "Yeah, it's not fair. Dude just dipped with the boss villain and now he's chilling like nothing happened." As they entered the common area, their gazes fell on Izuku Midoriya sitting calmly at the main table. A steaming cup of tea rested between his fingers, untouched, as he casually observed their arrival. Standing beside him was Kurogiri, ever composed, his misty form seemingly at ease in the dorms. A silence fell over the room as the students took in the sight. Mina {whispering, nudging Jiro}: "Dude... he looks like a mafia boss right now." Before anyone could say a word, Nezuko Kamado stormed across the room. Nezuko's normally soft steps were loud and purposeful as she closed the distance between her and Izuku. The other students barely had time to react before she stood right in front of him, her small hands balling into fists. Without hesitation— SMACK! Nezuko's tiny fists hammered against Izuku's chest, her brows furrowed, pink eyes narrowed in frustration. Each hit was firm—not enough to seriously hurt, but enough to express her clear irritation.



(Use this a reference on how tall Izuku is compare to her.)

Izuku blinked, looking down at her, completely unfazed. Izuku {deadpan}: "...I assume this is about USJ?" Nezuko huffed loudly, puffing out her cheeks as she continued pummeling him with her fists. Her lack of words didn't stop her from getting her point across. Kurogiri remained silent, though his mist swirled slightly—perhaps in amusement. The class watched in stunned silence, unsure of whether to intervene. Shoto {watching, monotone}: "She's really hitting him." Ochaco {whispering, concerned}: "Should we stop her?" Tsuyu {bluntly}: "Ribbit. He doesn't seem to mind." Izuku, for his part, just let her continue. He didn't stop her. He didn't even seem remotely bothered. Instead, he observed her carefully, his normally unreadable face softening slightly. Even angry, she was cute. The way her tiny fists thumped against his chest, her cheeks flushed pink with frustration, the little huffs she made—it was almost endearing. After a few more strikes, Nezuko finally slowed, her arms dropping as she glared up at him, eyes still burning with unspoken emotions. Izuku, without thinking, gently placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair lightly. Izuku {calmly, voice smooth}: "I get it. You were worried." Nezuko's face turned red instantly. Her pink eyes widened slightly as she froze under his touch. The anger in her expression wavered, her fists now gripping the fabric of her sleeves. The room went silent. Then— Mina {whispering excitedly}: "Oh my god... he just rizzed her." Jiro {nodding slowly}: "Unintentional, but effective." Nezuko, still flustered, quickly turned away, huffing as she grabbed her notebook and furiously scribbled something down before shoving it at him. Izuku glanced at the paper. Nezuko's Notebook Message: "Next time, don't do something that reckless without telling me first!!!" Izuku took a sip of his tea, unfazed. Izuku {calmly}: "Noted." Nezuko, still pink-faced, stormed off, the ends of her haori flaring slightly as she retreated to her room. The class stood in stunned silence before Kirishima finally burst out laughing. Kirishima {grinning}: "Dude, you just pulled off the most effortless rizz I've ever seen." Izuku simply took another sip of his tea, completely unbothered. Izuku {flatly}: "I don't know what that means." Kurogiri, standing beside him, simply let out a low, amused hum.