hello readers! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter! lets get on with it shall we :3

-----------------

{3rd POV}

after the lets say the extremely eventful... incidents at the USJ our favourite broccoli boi woke up in the extremely familiar recovery girl's infirmary, by now izuku might as well start packing his bags to move into the white washed room because of the amount of time spent there. not only that but Recovery Girl herself was getting fed up with the careless boy now.

as if on cue the short stacked woman came hobbling through the door looking at our protagonist with a curious glare instead of her usual 'angry mother' like glare "i see you're awake izuku; someone has come to see you" she stepped to the side revealing the little mouse like sadistic principle we all know and love.

the mouse, bear creature smiled widely and hopped onto izuku's bed crossing his little legs under him in a seated position "glad to see you're doing ok izuku may i ask a few questions?"

"make it quick i really don't feel like doing mu- OW!" izukus was met with a whack on the back of his head by recovery girl's cane "izuku, no joking around" she glared at the boy and sat down on her little seat to the side of the room.

izuku glared back at the lady "well if you didn't bloody hit me then i would have fuc-" this time izuku's rambling was stopped by the capture gear which belonged to our favourite homeless looking man "problem child this is serious" izuku clawed uselessly against the restraints around his mouth and finally gave up with an annoyed huff slouching back into the bed.

Nezu clasped his paws together, successfully gaining everyone's attention once more "izuku do you have a second quirk we don't know about?"

Aizawa released the restraints letting izuku speak "well if i knew i had a quirk my whole life, i wouldn't have been fucking bullied now would i?" everyone was silenced by the harsh bombshell dropped by the smiling teen, who clearly gained amusement from their shocked faces.

"problem child, you do realise you were practically reborn from a literal pile of ash? not to mention traumatising half the class" Aizawa groaned rubbing his temples, warding of an incoming migraine "i am fully aware of that factor yes, and do i give a fuck? nope not one, how many fucks so i give? ZERO, therefore you're comm- OUCH WILL YOU FUCKING STOP THAT!"

Izuku was met with another round of Recovery Girls cane "its not like you can die anyways" she hissed "STILL ITS NOT LIKE I WANT CONCUSSION" Izuku hissed back, just as venomous as her.

Nezu grew tired of the two's silly bickering and cleared his throat "alright that's enough"

"problem child come with me you're going to apologise to you're classmates" Aizawa began dragging izuku by his capture gear down the hallways, much to recovery girl's relief "WHAT? i wasn't the one who killed me?!"

to the many people who heard izuku's outrage this statement would be particularly confusing indeed, well those who were supposedly 'traumatised' by the incident would have understood; however they probably would have preferred not to, welp the past cant be changed now can it?

--------------

the new UA dorms have already been build after the USJ attack, the process being sped along with the incredibly useful pro hero Cementos. however Izuku knew not of the sudden change so lets just say he was a little disorientated when he was dragged into a separate building with all his classmates inside.

"where the hell are we?" the green bean asked a fed up Aizawa who had released him in the common room "dorms, you're stuff is outside you're own dorm; just gotta unpack" the tired hero refrained from using many words, making the sentence seem almost untranslatable.

Izuku clicked his tongue and sat on the kitchen counter waiting for everyone to come down, not like he was going to apologise anyways. everyone was soon downstairs after being threatened with expulsion from Aizawa. they all collectively gasped at how...normal? izuku looked after what happened.

"now, izuku has something to say" Aizawa grumbled glaring at the relaxed teen still seated on the counter top; his glare was shrugged of by a sassy role of his eyes as he hopped down from the seated position "I'm sorry that you're all such pussies that you cant handle a little bit of blood and go- OW OW LET GO HOBO MAN" Aizawa had grabbed Izuku's ear like a mother telling of her child for being mean at a park "problem child. real apology now"

Izuku scowled at the man and decided he didn't fancy his ear to be ripped of today so he gave in "fine fine, I'm soooo very sorry, blah blah blah; happy?"

Aizawa sighed and let go of izuku's ear, knowing that was all he was going to get out of the protagonist boy "well that's all, don't make too much noise. wake me up you're expelled"

the class instantly paled at this, all the wile izuku was caressing his aching ear with a scowl of displeasure on his face.

once the hobo man was out of sight they instantly bombarded the green bean with a million questions "izuku?! do you have a new quirk?" "what the hell was that deku?!" "deku-kun I'm so glad you're ok!" not wanting to deal with the class of living headaches he ignored everyone and made his way upstairs with only one thing on his mind 'i wonder if i will come back to life from anything?'

well i think we all know where this is going, if you really are still reading this story; i greatly commend you and would like to ask for you're hand in marriage if you will do the honours? sorry *chokes in psychotic author style* lets continue

our favourite little green bean eventually made it to the very top of the 1-A dorms, he looked at the surroundings and sat on the satisfyingly new and clean rooftop. he giggled emotionlessly and literally threw himself of the side of the building without hesitation "YEETTT MOTHER FUCKERS"

izuku's soul intention with the scream was to get everyone's attention and that was very much accomplished.

everyone rushed to the windows to see Izuku laying contorted and lifeless in a growing pool of blood, right in front of the entrance. everyone stared awe struck as Aizawa came bursting into the room, furious from being woken up "WHO WAS SHOUTING SO-" "A-Aizawa- sensei l-look" his shouts were cut of by a trembling Uraraka, now curious he looked out of the window to see the one and only izuku. dead.

he said nothing and continued watching for a minuet in suspense willing for his body to move like before. just like he expected his limbs slowly snapped back into a natural position and the his cracked skull sewed itself back together; everyone watched horrified as the same gruesome process repeated itself, finishing with the pained screams and throwing up large amounts of blood.

"WELP THAT WAS FUCKING COOL" he shouted shooting up from his laying down position covered head to toe in his own blood, Aizawa watched as Izuku ran out of UA shouting and screaming things about how the 'universe way playing with him' failing his arms in the air "oh no you don't problem child" Aizawa growled under his breath running out of the dormitories and trying to find the bloodied boy before he made a scene.

the hobo man cursed himself when he found no trace of the immortal greenete sighing and heading back groggily to go clean up a blood pool before anyone questioned it.

--------------

meanwhile with our favourite green headed protagonist, we can see him humming to himself walking through the streets; not giving a flying fuck about the blood trail he left or the worried gasps of civilians before they ran away from him.

me made his way to a small bench bench which which could quite clearly be seen by passers by, although they ran away before even going near the crimson coloured teen. i mean who could blame them really? if i saw some drunk looking person stumbling around covered in blood i certainly wouldn't befriend the person if that were me.

although one brave looking hooded man strolled carelessly over to the bench and sat on the other side, not even acknowledging the appearance of the male beside him. i mean we all love someone who doesn't judge by appearances am i right?

the hooded man pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his genes pocket and lit it with a lighter, izuku cocked his head to look to the man curiously "hey can i try?" Izuku poked the mans shoulder like a child "you want a cigarette?" the man replied gruffly with a cough which definitely didn't sound healthy.

"pft yeah what else" now izuku was poking the mans arm over and over, soon enough he gave in and handed the curious teen a cigarette and lit it for him.

it took a couple of tries but izuku soon got the hang of it, inhaling the calming substance with ease and releasing it into the cold air. before long he finished it and snuffed the remaining embers out on the mossy bench; instantly craving for more.

before Izuku could ask anything else, the man handed him a slip of paper with an address and phone number "just call. we can make a deal" with that the man shoved the packet back in his pocket and walked calmly away from the stained red teen.

'ah so i just met a fucking drug dealer...NICE!' Izuku thought staring at the darkening sky; he would defiantly be using that piece of paper.

--------------

remember don't do drugz kiddos ;)