|Problem Child?!|

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《 Wednesday, 3:50 p.m. 》

<< I saw the notes from your quirk. >>

It took Hitoshi a lot of courage to speak to Izuku about his quirk. He knew Izuku was hiding something . . probably something about his quirk.

Izuku was still relaxed. He kept notebook numbers 1, 2 and 3 well hidden and he checked these regularly.

The chance that someone discovered and read it was 0.

<< It's getting late. >> he spoke in a low but firm voice and looked out the window to watch the sky slowly darken.

<< You should go now. >> He suggested and got up from the bed.

<< You change the subject, Izuku! Please let's talk about your quirk, just a little. I want to help you! >>

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<< Are you sure . . ? >> Izuku asked a little uncertainly as he looked at the crumpled sheet of paper in front of him.

<< Mm-hm! >> Hitoshi agreed and vigorously nodded his head.

<< Your power is guided by your emotions, that's why . . >>

He drummed his thighs with his hands to create some kind of tension, but it only annoyed Izuku.

<< The emotional hero !! >> he screamed happily and threw his hands in the air.

<< I don't know . . why do I need a name at all? I already have one; "Izuku Mi-Aizawa". >> He mumbled, bit his lip as he almost pronounced his previous first name.

'Besides, I sound like a crybaby . .' added Izuku in his mind. Hitoshi didn't have to hear what he thought of his idea.

<< So I think the name is really cool. Maybe he would be even better if you tell me more about your quirk! >>

Izuku wasn't stupid. In contrast. He didn't get many compliments and never tested his IQ, but he knew he was smarter than others his age.

The material that was covered in school was simple and Izuku was already able to do all of this, which is why he only got good grades into the house.

He learned a lot at a young age. Izuku wasn't really interested in studying, but he was trying to find a way to make his mother proud.

Besides, he didn't have many hobbies in the past, other than lurking alone in the streets and dark corners of the city . . . if you could even call it a hobby . . .

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<< —uku! Izuku! Are you listening to me at all? >>

Izuku slowly woke up from his trance.

<< Hah. I did it again, right? >> he asked himself and scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

For years Izuku tried to get used to his incessant mumbling and he made great progress, but still he remained lost in thought and could not stop without the help of others.

Katsuki even hit him on the head so that he would be careful in class and not ignore him.

<< What did you want to say, Hitoshi? >>

A small smile formed on Hitoshi's lips as he began to explain.

<< You asked me; "Why do I need a new name?", And well . . . It's not a real name. >> he started playing with his fingers and lifted his head a little to look at Izuku.

<< It should be a hero name . . Yeah, I know you don't want to be a hero, but . . Don't you have a person that you will ever want to save? >>

Izuku he– He was very confused.

[<< Don't you have a person you ever want to save? >>]

<< There was a boy. >>

Izuku started and looked past Hitoshi at the wall.

Hitoshi's smile only widened as he watched Izuku open up more and more.

He talked about his feelings, what he thinks and what is actually most important: He started talking to Hitoshi himself.

Hitoshi no longer had to look for a topic to start a conversation with. Izuku did it himself.

<< He needed help. I wanted to help him, but . . . >>

<< A . . But? >> Hitoshi asked in a low voice and tilted his head to look better in Izuku's eyes. He was still looking at the wall.

<< I couldn't. >>

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<< He's dead and it's my fault. >>

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