Chapter three, Reaching a straight line

"… As for the Channel 76 criminal news" The host looks at his text without any human compassion in his eyes, because the years of relaying horrifying crimes to the public eye every day has made him insensible to them.

"The headlines today were made by an owner of an ice cream parlor who was found tied up in one of his showcase refrigerators inside of his own shop. The first glance analysis of the police officers on scene suggested that the victim froze to death, but after the arrival of forensics, this deduction was placed under doubt." The man reading this releases a heavy breath of air. He's not insensible, it's just a mask created for the job and actually he's suffocating on the inside.

"The police force are vigorously searching for any clues, eyewitnesses and the possible motives that would lead them to the culprit of this serious crime. If you happen-"

"Really, this is what they show us during the lunch break? The food's disgusting here as it is." A girl of curt haircut from the hero course 1-A muttered darkly into her empty plate while waiting in line for food, unwillingly.

"Jirou-san! How can you say such things?" A blue haired teen shot at her over fifteen people that were between them in line. "This is U.A.'s teachings we're talking about, this is how we're taught to remain vigilant at any given point in time."

"Whatever, just stop that, Iida." Her eyes distastefully slide down. "Look at the guy you've dug into the floor."

The glassed teen looks down at his legs to see that he'd almost stomped on a green haired student who had left his life at Iida's mercy. He swiftly bent into a 90 degree bow, offered his stiff hand and deeply bellowed. "Please accept my ultimate apology fellow student! Tenya Iida, class 1-A."

"Sorry would've sufficed." The green bush stands up and dusts himself off, his stony, green eyes watching the offered hand. "Yuyu Tokage, class 1-K." He returns the gesture with a smile that reflects his eyes and shakes his hand. There's not one person that can see behind it.

"I-" The guy from the hero course was about to initiate unneeded banter, but an alarm rang against the cold walls of the cafeteria, U.A. has been breached. The 1-K student was quick to panic and disappear somewhere amidst the thick crowd.

The next day after the attack Iida went to class 1-K to apologize once more for his poor behavior, just to be sure. But when he inquired about his man of interest-

The whole class stated that they had no Yuyu's to begin with.

"If only I had crushes this beautiful."

After his little excursion to the U.A., Izuku found himself bored. Big deal, managed to breach the computer systems of the school and with that set a nice little spying system on them. But for what a price!

"Knowing all means no surprise! How am I supposed to find fun in that?!" He rumbled to himself, the resentment for the thing named 'consequences' seethed in the air around him.

But now that he comes back to it, strolling into the academy was painfully easy. As long as you look the age and have some weird touch to you, the guards of this super-secure place pay you no heed. Well, then there's the system that locks out anyone whose quirk isn't registered as a school member or is one of the simple folks without one.

The system was supposed to be the hard part so that breaching it would bestow Izuku with a cackling laugh of joy, but, of course, they just had to make it easy. After a quick clearance of the local middle school's psychics cabinet, he was able to mold a device that would send electromagnetic disruptions around his persona.

And that's how to U.A.'s grounds welcomed him with open arms.

Fidgeting with the picture of a woman he got out of the man's wallet was doing nothing towards relieving his frustration. Women have lost their taste in men, or is it women that simply have lost themselves? No matter, the picture was a nuisance and he exasperatedly threw it against the 'happy' closet of the guy's apartment.

He spun around in the office chair harshly. "Quiet you! I'm bathing in regret!" Izuku yelled at the giggling wardrobe that was in the far corner of this flat. His irritation grew when the 'closet' got louder. Pulling out an automatic 9 millimeter gun, he lazily shot at the cause of his annoyance.

"I don't understand, why do I always stretch it?" He ponders while looking at the smoking gun. "Waiting for the lamb to throw a humorous trick? I guess that's it." Suddenly he snaps at the closet and shoots the rest of the magazine, filling the air with muzzled gunshots, arousing smell of gunpowder and bubbly giggling.

"Stupid."

"Don't you think you're forgetting something?"

"If it's about me not eating lunch, then shove it."

In the bar that is the hideout for the 'League of Villains' currently were two people-(beings?). The misty one, Kurogiri, who was supposedly filling out the duties of a bartender (and a babysitter) and a pale Shigaraki, only without his infamous hands attached to him, and he was filling in for the role of a … drunk?

The failure of killing All Might itched, although, Sensei had told him more than once to learn from mistakes and advance forward, it still made things no better. Now he turned to his good-ol friend whiskey for some advice in the department of creative thinking, but, as always, Kurogiri had to interrupt his brainstorming.

"No, I speak of the green haired boy who was present at the attack while not on our side nor fighting for the heroes." The soothing voice of the villain filled the air but stopped against the pale one's head. Filling his client's glass by a shots worth, he continued.

"I believe that his mere presence there, undetected even, proves him to possess a certain degree of threat."

Shigaraki immediately slammed his glass against the counter, though gently, 'cause of the 'thinking' liquid.

"Do you think I care what you believe in? What's that green snot worth on the big scene of taking down All Might? Yea, I saw him, the runt stood there with a wide smile and face disgustingly painted." Says the one wearing a hand of a deceased person on his face. "Remained in the same spot the whole time, pretty much apathetic to what's happening around. Passive shits like this are worth nothing against me, you hear me?"

Maybe he was a little bit more than indifferent about the green one on the inside? Not really, he just hates to be questioned and pressed on. Even managed to chug down his glass of whiskey while throwing his fit. But the misty bartender has yet to soften his stare and the man-child bent.

"Fine, fine, I'll keep him in mind, might ask around even." The bartender was quick to arrive before him and fill his glass by triple the amount he previously did. Like candy for a behaving child. "That's all I ask."

"You better do."

NPGamer11: I'll try to stick with making him believable to the best of my ability.
mc arno: I thank you for your kind words.

Those of you who might want longer chapters - rejoice, they're increasing in length bit by bit and I plan to go up to two to three thounsand words per each.

Izuku is now on the line of finding what to do and that should bring us some fine action along with it. Also, the grain of Izuku's existence has been thrown at both Heroes and Villains. Will it help them or mess their heads up some more?

Constructive criticism, suggestions and other forms of feedback (fire included) are warmly welcomed.