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He couldn’t just leave the kid alone, seeing how banged-up and teary-eyed and utterly alone he was. The rumpled hair and bandaged arms were enough to make Yagi drop everything to sign the adoption papers. The way he flinched away from Yagi’s gestures, it was as if he’d taken the man’s heart in his own small hands and ripped them in two.

“Is it someone at home?”

Squatting down at eye level, willing the boy not to scamper away.

The kid shakes his head, tight-lipped.

“School?”

Hesitation, then a nod.

“What’s your name?” He asks. He can’t just leave this beat-up kid alone, bleeding, hugging that burnt notebook to his chest.

“Midoriya,” The boy says. He never looks Yagi in the eye. “Izuku Midoriya.”

Yagi gives him his kindest, most winning smile, though it’s the first time in a while it’s been completely genuine. “I suppose I don’t need to introduce myself.”

Midoriya laughs through his tears at this. “You’re only my favorite hero ever.”

Yagi almost asks him, “Even like this?” but thinks better of it. His therapist told him to work on that. He holds out his bony hand to help Midoriya up, and he reaches to take it, but something bright and green and distinctly not normal crackles and he draws his hand back.

Yagi looks at him in surprise. “What was that?” He asks. It comes out quicker than intended and he bites his tongue.

Midoriya opens his mouth, closes it, and shakes his head.

He doesn’t know either.

To say that Yagi is excited to see his new pupil at school is an understatement. Of course there are all sorts of prospecting heroes to be found, but never one with as much promise as Midoriya. His power, too, is extremely uncommon. He told Yagi over and over again he had none, until he reached for the boy’s hand and it began to spark, green and white-hot and more powerful than his own yet so painfully similar. He’d talked it over for hours, puzzling, with his roommate, before coming to the conclusion that maybe he’d accidentally passed his Quirk onto him. It sounded more foolish every day since they had postulated that, but Yagi had nothing better to offer. His roommate more often than not was full of ridiculous theories that occasionally turned out to be true.While everyone was offering up their scientific theories, Mx. Hizashi Yamada in all his ridiculous and campy glory, believed the powers were products of the supernatural. Yagi was not inclined either way, but now and again listened to Yamada yell (impressively loudly) something about oni at the television. Yagi had ignored this and continued to disinfect his BiPAP mask, though he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Midoriya’s powers were doubtfully genetic. Quirk mutations were possible, but the timing was just too specific. 

Yagi is shaken from these thoughts as his tea announces its readiness. He grabs the mug -- too tiny for his hands, as usual -- and peeks out the staff room door as unobtrusively as he can. He can’t be noticed like this, almost no one at the school is aware of his different form, and that anxiety always gnaws at him. He cranes his neck looking for Midoriya, worrying he may have missed him, but breathes a sigh of relief as he sees the familiar tousled head of green hair bobbing among the throng of students. He feels a little thrill when he notices the boy is not alone, though he looks anxious and red-faced as his new companion bounces alongside him. He remembers her from the entrance exam, the girl Midoriya had saved. He fondly watches Midoriya bluster his way through the conversation, though half his mind is occupied by the image of the boy’s limbs waving in the air. His Quirk had hurt him like that at first, too, but not half as badly. A few broken fingers here and there, a sprain every once and awhile, but never once did his bones utterly shatter. He has so many questions about Midoriya’s Quirk he may just need to write them all down later. Eventually Midoriya and the girl, Uraraka, if he’s remembering correctly, round a corner and Yagi shuts the door behind him. He makes sure his lunchtime meds are in order, then leaves for his first in-school staff meeting.

Aizawa senses something strange as he pores over his lecture notes for the day. His first thought is Yamada, but no, his aura was never that strong. Aizawa looks up.

A few students have entered the classroom -- a round-faced girl with a brown bob haircut, a fidgety, freckled, blushing mess of a boy with a forest of green hair, and a bit behind them, a broad boy with glasses and rigid posture, who Aizawa immediately recognizes as Tensei Iida’s younger brother Tenya. The other two’s names, he has to search for. Uraraka and…. Midoriya. Aizawa had protested his class placement, but there he was, in all his social-anxiety-fueled un-gloriousness. Was he responsible for this feeling, this prickle on the back of his neck, the twist of his innards. He tries to deny it, but the fact is that the sensation had begun upon the boy’s arrival. Aizawa is going to have to remain unbiased as ever, but it’s overpowering, especially as Midoriya takes his assigned seat a mere four desks away from the front of the classroom. Aizawa pulls his eyes away from this child. He’s never felt an aura this strong in a while. With Yamada it’s always there, just a bit, given his status as a very low-tier demon (“Don’t remind me,” He would have grumbled), but this was so different, and so petrifying, that Aizawa was fully prepared to expel Midoriya on the spot purely so he wouldn’t have to come in contact with this overpowering feeling of raw dread and destruction.

Give the kid a break, He thinks. You’re here because your new assignment is the fucking Symbol of Peace. And this is just a child. It’s fine. Be rational.

He goes through everything as normally as can be expected in a classroom full of superpowered teenagers, going through the same spiel as he’s gone through every year. He goes through roll call, he briefs them on the curriculum, lets their other teachers introduce themselves -- the excitement is palpable when All Might himself ducks into the room and stumbles over his notecards -- then after lunch, they head out to the field for the fitness test.

Aizawa knows his assignment has been standing around the corner the whole time he’s conducting the test, and his very presence causes Aizawa a wave of irritation. So naturally, being occasionally petty as he is, he decides to bother him right back. It’s childish, and irrational, but this was the last assignment Aizawa wanted, so he feels little remorse making this man squirm. And as for Midoriya…

He knows the boy’s powers are dark, even if the students don’t, though the way he can tell is the way his body rejects them. Aizawa saw the shattered arms and legs for himself, and it gives him a twisted sense of hope that Midoriya may not have any ulterior motives for his power. But the expression on Bakugou’s face disturbs him when Midoriya’s real turn to throw comes. Of course he’s focused on his student, but the blond boy’s glare lingers in the corner of his eye. Bakugou’s face is almost permanently twisted with rage, but it’s deepened somehow as Midoriya winds up, veins sparking to life. He doesn’t look just angry, he looks disturbed. 

Midoriya throws the ball one meter further than Bakugou (and only broke two fingers), though no one will ever surpass Uraraka’s record. Even if she had used her Quirk, the power she put into her throw even without it was impressive given her stature. Of course he’d flashed his usual threat of expulsion to the students, with the intent of Midoriya being at least one of the victims, but he just can’t bring himself to. So he tells the class it was a ruse. That he just wanted to bring out their very best. He’s not even sure if it’s true as he says it, but the class lets out a collective sigh of relief. Midoriya even cries a little, warranting a mix of revulsion and pity from Aizawa. He’s never been one for emotional displays.

As his students head inside, Aizawa hangs back, knowing that All Might is aware of Aizawa having spotted him. It’s hard to hunch behind a corner at 220 centimeters. He gives the taller man a hard look. All Might almost flinches, and Aizawa realizes quickly that he’s gone into this with no script. Not good, he thinks. He’s never agreed much with All Might, and he was never Aizawa’s style anyway. Aizawa stares at him for several uncomfortable seconds, trying to figure out if he should tell All Might the truth of his hiring at UA, or just say something teacher-related to him. Eventually he gives up and brushes past, leaving All Might standing there in utter confusion as to what just happened with his new coworker. Aizawa curses himself on the way back in. All he knows is that Yagi is going to need his help with something, but he has a feeling this job is going to be harder than anticipated. Which was to say, near impossible.

Midoriya is still half-frozen from his last encounter with Kacchan, so of course he nearly has a heart attack when Uraraka and Iida appear behind him, both buzzing with excitement. Midoriya tries to disguise his relief when it turns out they’re all headed to the same station. Kacchan is headed there, too, but this means he won’t have to face him alone in case of emergency. He’s so lost in thought from everything between his childhood friend turned bully to his newly found superpower he can barely keep up with Uraraka and Iida’s conversation. Both are talkers, and Midoriya knows he would be too if his social anxiety hadn’t gotten this bad, but despite his struggles to focus he likes hearing this duo’s voices. There’s nothing mean-spirited in their words, just pure excitement and care for what they’re doing. Midoriya hasn’t met too many people that have spoken like that in his presence. In fact, it catches him off-guard enough that he gets emotional again. He tries to hold back tears but a few have already hit the pavement when Uraraka and Iida notice.

“Oh, no, Deku, are you okay?”

That’s right, the nickname , Midoriya thinks to himself.

He nods, giving his new friends a watery smile. Every time he thinks about the fact that he has friends it sends a thrill through his heart.

“I’m okay I just--” Midoriya isn’t sure if he should be so frank.

“We’re all friends, here, it’s okay to speak your mind, Midoriya!” Iida says.

Midoriya looks down at his shoes as they traverse down the hill together. “I’ve never really had friends before,” He mumbles, feeling his ears go hot. “I always thought of Kacchan as my friend but… I guess that didn’t go so well.”

“It’s okay now, though, right? Since you have us!” Uraraka replies.

“Yeah!” Midoriya says.

Iida smiles and gestures in the direction of home. “This way to the station, friends! Let us make haste.”

Uraraka laughs and Iida looks confused, which makes Midoriya laugh, and then it’s contagious enough that Iida can’t help but join too even though he has no idea what was funny in the first place.

Yagi sets down the thick school file Nezu had given him, thoroughly informationed out. He’s new in town, and has been rooming with another hero, a certain Present Mic in all his loud, incredibly queer glory, who is also indeed a teacher at UA. Yagi has pored over the names of all his coworkers and students many times so as not to forget them, but something tugs at his attention on Aizawa’s file specifically.

“Hey, Yamada, you and Aizawa are friends, right?” Yagi asks offhandedly.

“Sure are! We’ve known each other since high school. Same year at UA, baby!” Yamada responds with enough enthusiasm to make the lampshades rattle.

“Ah, okay, do you know why Aizawa doesn’t have an address on file by any chance? Everyone else does,” Yagi says. For one terrible minute he wonders if Aizawa may be homeless. It would certainly explain a few things. But Yamada denies this.

“Nah, he’s just a private dude,” He says. “Pulled some strings, got his address off-file. It’s not like you have your actual home address on file, either.”

“That is true, I suppose. But there is… Miles of fame between Eraserhead and I,” Yagi says, wincing apologetically as he says it. It’s true but he feels bad for saying it.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. It’s not like you guys hang out or anything,” Yamada replies bluntly.

“I know, I’m just curious,” Yagi says. It comes out a bit more defensive than he intends, though Yamada doesn’t pick up on this as he swivels back in his desk chair.

“How are your lesson plans coming?” He asks, scribbling down his own in an obnoxious glitter pen.

Yagi stares at his notecards. “Just fine, yours?”

“Pretty good! My comprehension tests are gonna be so fun this year. I’ve got a great line-up of songs for the kids,” Yamada says cheerfully.

Yagi is sure it’s the same five English songs Yamada had on rotation for several hours the previous week and groans internally. His English is good, but the lyrics were garbled and rather stupid for his tastes, not that he would ever say anything about it. He makes a point of not judging, but he’s impressed by how trite some of Yamada’s song selections are. 

Yagi goes to bed hoping to have better luck with Aizawa over the next week. With Yamada on his side, maybe he can get a few pointers for interaction. Maybe invite him out with Yamada as a social buffer. He falls asleep satisfied with this plan of attack. As soon as he awakens, he’ll try to subtly press Yamada for details on Aizawa’s personal life and habits, and then eventually win him over at least as a friendly coworker rather than a cold, awkward one.

Little does he know that coworker is perched on his roof, great silvery wings creating a barrier against the fine rain.

As Yagi drifts off, Midoriya is still awake. It’s late, and he should be asleep, but his mind is racing a million miles per minute. He tries to regulate himself by updating his hero notes on his teachers and making sure to add entries on his classmates, but he feels wired, like he could explode, or at least vibrate hard enough to shatter glass. He always feels intensely, but this is different. He drops the pen as his hands begin to spark green and red. He just about leaps out of his desk chair, panicked, trying to flap the sparks out of his hands to no avail.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” His mom’s voice drifts down the hall.

“I’m fine! Just dropped my notebook!” Midoriya calls back, willing himself to relax. He takes several shaky breaths, watching the lights die down slowly but surely. Eventually his hands look normal again, though they ache, and he lays down in bed, heart racing. Eventually he’s going to need to create an entry for himself too, but he feels there’s so much more to learn before he can even begin to write things down. He falls asleep soon, fitfully, dreaming of a dark black and green figure with glowing eyes. Buildings burn behind them, crumpling in the heat. The figure looks Midoriya straight into his soul.

He wakes up to his alarm drenched in sweat.

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2

“So,” Yagi says over coffee the next morning in the teacher’s lounge. “What was school like for you and Aizawa?”

Yamada takes a long sip of his coffee, wincing. “It was fun,” He answers cheerily, contradicting his brief discomfited expression. “We got up to all sorts of shenanigans.”

“Aizawa got into shenanigans?” Yagi repeats.

“Well, we pulled him along, mostly, but in the end, no one is immune to a little stupidity,” Yamada says. Yagi almost wants to write this down for later. “You’re, like, really curious about him, huh, Mighty?” Yamada adds, causing him to nearly drop his cup.

“I suppose.”

“Does our friend have a little crush on his mean coworker?” Yamada asks slyly.

“No!” Yagi insists. It’s truthful as far as he knows. “No, I just... am not used to people not warming to me quickly. I suppose that sounds entitled of me.”

“Nah, I get it. Sho and I have been together for ages, and even so he’s always got a bit of an edge. It’s not personal. I -- Oh, speak of the devil!” Yamada waves vigorously for Aizawa to join him on the couch as he enters the room.

Yagi is filled to the brim with questions about the nature of their relationship, considering they don’t live together, but Yamada has seemingly just implied that they’re more than friends. He can’t ask any of them now that Aizawa is here, of course. “Please, come sit with us,” Yagi says to Aizawa.

Aizawa bypasses the two of them in favor of the refrigerator. He pulls out a black bento box with a cartoonish cat design on the middle of the lid and begins wolfing down the food with his bare hands despite his audience. Yamada is unperturbed by this, though Yagi looks on with some level of concern towards Aizawa, usually polite and reserved.

“Sho, Yagi is here too. Come say hi?” Yamada prompts Aizawa. He turns around, halfway through stuffing a sizable piece of sushi into his mouth.

“Sorry,” He says, muffled. “Haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch. Forgot.”

“It’s quite alright,” Yagi tells him, though he’s still taken aback by his coworker’s lack of table manners.

Aizawa doesn’t indicate whether he’s heard Yagi or not and carries on demolishing his breakfast. Yamada gathers up his binders and signals for Yagi to walk with him.

“What was that all about?” He asks as they head down the hallway. No matter his form, he has to lean down to talk to Yamada properly. The only thing that puts Yamada close to his height either way is his towering crest of yellow hair.

“It happens, sometimes. His manners aren’t… exactly the best. And he lives alone, you know?”

“That’s fair. But he forgot to eat,” Yagi says.

“You haven’t?” Yamada asks, surprised. “Wow, you really are almighty. Must be a neurotypical thing.”

“Well, I guess I’ve been too busy to eat, but it’s been on my mind as I’ve neglected to do so, so I guess not. I know other people aside from you and Mr. Aizawa who forget things like that, though,” Yagi muses in response. He thinks about young Midoriya, who sometimes forgot to perform self care when he was so preoccupied with clearing the beach in preparation for the entry exam.

As if on cue, he hears three voices of varying volumes coming down the corridor to Yagi and Yamada’s left -- Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya himself. They all give stiff greetings, no doubt each pushing down their own excitement and social anxiety surrounding talking to the number one hero. 

“Mic, can I catch up with you later? I need to talk to young Midoriya for just a minute,” Yagi says. Yamada flashes him a double thumbs up and keeps strolling.

“I’ll see you guys in class, okay?” Midoriya is saying to his friends, clenching his books tighter to his chest. He seems like he’s worried they won’t understand. “I think All Might wants to talk to me alone. About… my grades.”

“We shall leave you to it! Make sure you’re not late,” Iida says good-naturedly.

“Good luck!” Uraraka adds.

All Might and Midoriya watch them leave, waiting until they disappear around the corner in the same direction as Yamada.

“Hey, All Might,” Midoriya says. He’s attempting to be casual but Yagi detects more than a hint of holy shit I’m talking to my hero in the way his voice cracks and squeaks. He’s received greetings such as this many times before, but he knows it’s different with Midoriya, though he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“Hello, young Midoriya! Are we on for training tonight?” Yagi asks. “I was going to message last night about it, but I seem to have forgotten. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. My mom isn’t home till five tonight so I’m sure she won’t mind picking me up later,” He says.

“I thought you took the train,” Yagi recalls suddenly.

Midoriya turns a deep shade of pink. “Ah. Yeah. I do.”

“Did something go wrong?”

“No, it was fine. Better with Iida and Uraraka. It’s just… a lot.” Midoriya shuffles his feet, ashamed.

“I understand that. Is there anything you can do about that?” Yagi asks him. “A pair of headphones?”

Midoriya considers this. “That could be it. I would feel bad not talking to my friends, though…”

“That is true. But I think in the end your own comfort may be what’s most important in this situation if it’s bad enough you want to avoid it even with friends,” Yagi says.

“Oh,” Midoriya says. “I guess so.”

“Just think about it,” Yagi says. “I believe you need to get to class, now, so I’ll see you later. Remember our meeting spot after school, on the edge of the grounds, okay? By the big tree?”

Midoriya nods furiously. “Thanks, All Might!” He says earnestly, then hurries off to class, nearly dropping the notebooks cradled in his arms.

Yagi watches him fondly as he goes, all limbs just a bit too fast and awkward for the rest of his body. Yagi had been the same way at sixteen.

Yagi gets nervous when Midoriya is a few minutes late. He knows it’s his own anxieties -- that kid would never blow All Might off, after all, which he felt embarrassed to think about, as it sounded quite self-serving though he knew it to be true. After a while Midoriya emerges from the bushes with his tie undone, looking moderately distressed. He bows awkwardly in Yagi’s direction and a few leaves fall out of his mess of green hair. 

“Come here for a second,” Yagi says, beckoning.

Midoriya hesitates, then approaches. He’s panting slightly, and flinches away as Yagi reaches for him.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear,” Yagi soothes. Midoriya is always jumpy, but it seems like something has renewed his anxiety. “You have twigs in your hair. Please let me get them out for you.”

The boy steps closer, letting Yagi card long fingers through his curls. He’s gentler than Midoriya expects every time. Yagi’s heart clenches when Midoriya makes a small pained noise as he pulls a particularly tangled-up branch out of his hair. 

“There. All better,” Yagi says. “Are you okay, my boy? You seem bothered.”

To his surprise, Midoriya smiles. “Oh, it’s nothing!” He says, pulling his neck tie all the way off and stuffing it into his already overfilled backpack. The notebooks he’d been holding earlier were no doubt shoved somewhere in there. Not two days into the school year and the kid’s backpack was already a mess.

“Are you sure?” Though Midoriya’s smile is broad, Yagi isn’t convinced. He never is when Midoriya tells him he’s just fine. He just always seems to hover on the edge of intense distress, no matter how good his mood seems outwardly. His hunch deepens when Midoriya gives him an exaggerated mmhm while still arm-deep in his backpack.

Yagi doesn’t want to press. He hated when Nana pressed, though he understands it better now. He lets Midoriya get his things in order for a minute before he steps back, ready to begin the session.

“I know we should start off easy, but given that we don’t know much about your Quirk, the word ‘easy’ is pretty subjective. I guess what I want to see is if you can get better with using it as will. I know you had trouble during the softball throw,” Yagi tells his student. He lets this sit with him for a few seconds. “Think you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” Midoriya says. He leans down to pick up a pinecone before planting his feet a shoulder width apart and winding up to throw it as far as he can. 

Yagi realizes this may not be the greatest idea just as Midoriya takes his first breath. Didn’t the kid just get his fingers broken yesterday? What possessed either of them to think it would be any different some twenty four hours later? Yagi is about to stop him when Aizawa drops down from a nearby tree, landing catlike between the two. Midoriya is startled out of his pose badly enough that he stumbles backwards, landing hard on his butt beside his backpack.

Aizawa stands, brushing himself off. “Sorry,” He says quickly.

“It’s fine! Young Midoriya, are you injured?” Yagi asks.

The boy shakes his head. “‘M fine. Aizawa-sensei, what are you doing? I mean -- sorry, that’s none of my business.”

Aizawa doesn’t answer his question, and wouldn’t have no matter the circumstance as far as Yagi knows. “All Might, I need to talk to you. Now.”

Yagi stares in confusion at Aizawa’s back as he suddenly pulls him out of the lesson. “Midoriya, I’m sorry about this! We’ll try again tomorrow,” He calls, feeling guilt rise once again in his stomach. He doesn’t want to think about Midoriya panicking alone on public transport.

Midoriya looks helpless as Yagi leaves. He takes several deep breaths before making a phone call, tight-faced and teary-eyed. Yagi will text an apology as soon as Aizawa lets him off the hook. He feels awful, and awfully protective at that. 

“What’s the matter?” Yagi asks, wondering if this may be an emergency.

Aizawa doesn’t answer for a brief spell. “What are you doing with Midoriya? Extra lessons?”

Yagi feels what’s left of his stomach drop. “I -- It’s not favoritism, I promise, it’s just -- I can explain.”

Aizawa throws him a sharp look as they speed walk across campus towards the parking lot. “There’s something you don’t know about your student,” He says flatly. The statement is loaded, yet Aizawa delivers it almost casually. Yagi’s innards drop further.

“What do you mean?” He asks. “Young Midoriya is a good kid, I know it.”

Aizawa stops abruptly at the top of the stairs leading down to the staff parking spots. “All Might, are you aware of the presence of demons in our society?”

“Excuse me?” Yagi asks. He assumes Aizawa is referring to villains of the most heinous sort, but the wording is so un-AIzawa that it gives him pause.

“Your student is a demon.”

Yagi almost laughs, it sounds so ridiculous. “Surely he can’t have done anything that bad. What could you possibly be referring to?” He asks, confounded.

Aizawa still doesn’t look at him. “The Angelic Quirk theory is correct. But Midoriya’s… Is not holy. He’s dangerous.”

“How do you know this? How am I supposed to believe this?” Yagi asks. This has happened all too quickly, and Aizawa is far too rational a person to be the one telling him such fantastic things.

“Just get in the car,” Aizawa says.

Yagi looks down the stairs. Yamada is leaning against his dinged-up sedan which Yagi has never quite fit in, jangling his keys. He does what Aizawa says, shoving himself into the passenger seat. Aizawa sits in the back looking grave. Together, he and Yagi inwardly brace themselves for Yamada’s driving as the car revs to life. It’s a miracle they haven’t crashed yet, though to Yamada’s credit they do get home quickly. It feels longer this time, though, with an oddly tense feeling in the car. Yamada’s humming to the radio feels uncomfortable and misplaced in the heavy air.

They go up to the apartment in near-silence save for Yamada’s continued vocalizing and jangling of his keys. They file inside and it occurs to Yagi that this is the first time he’s seen Aizawa outside school. He can’t feel fully excited though when such unbelievable claims have just been made to him.

“Sit,” Aizawa instructs.

Yagi does as he says.

“You too,” He snaps at Yamada.

“Aw, but Sho, I’ve been through this part before,” Yamada says, but a quick flash of Aizawa’s Quirk is enough to make him follow Yagi’s suit. He whispers in the taller man’s ear, “This part is always super exciting,” earning more confusion from him.

Aizawa closes his eyes, breathing deeply, and pulls off his shirt. His chest, stomach, and arms are covered in dark, thick hair, and he’s surprisingly soft-looking around the waistline. As he breathes, black feathers begin to bloom between his shoulder blades, slowly at first, but they pick up speed as they increase in size. There’s a ruffling noise that comes with it as a pair of great black angel wings sprout from Aizawa’s back, growing more magnificent by the second no matter how dull the feathers are. His wings are ungroomed and flatly colored, but the sheer volume of the feathers despite their lack of upkeep is, to Yagi, awe-inspiring.

“That never gets old,” Yamada says, wiggling his hands around with enthusiasm.

“Please, someone, tell me what’s happening here,” Yagi says in earnest confusion.

Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest, almost like he’s self conscious. “I’m your guardian angel. Something bad is going to happen to you and I was assigned to protect you.”

Somehow this is not the most outlandish part. Yagi is half-dumbstruck all the same, but what comes next is what truly shocks him. Everyone is unusual in some way or another in this society, but as Yagi turns to Yamada, his roommate begins to look monstrous. His teeth and nails have become just a bit too sharp, and his hypnotic eyes have become snakelike. One of his green eyes is now red. “We’re sorry we didn’t tell you earlier! We had to wait till the time was right,” He tells Yagi. He sounds genuine but his appearance is all too disconcerting.

“We have reason to believe that you, Toshinori Yagi, are in danger of being seriously hurt or killed by your student Izuku Midoriya.”