"...acting odd." Sato spoke up one day, a few weeks later. 

Koda nodded silently, his face concerned as he looked at the door. Midoriya hadn't returned. 

"Yeah…" Mina agreed, her usually loud voice softer than normal. She was contemplative, with her legs thrown over the side of one of the thick common room chairs and her back leaning against the other arm rest. She had one hand draped over the back while the other rubbed her cheek and chin. She glanced at the door. "Do you all know where he's been going recently?" She asked, looking around the small group. 

Iida shrugged, feeling at a loss. "I have not been informed of his whereabouts after training. He has not approached anyone else about his escapades either." 

Mina blinked at him before nodding. "Okay." 

A pause. 

"He's been asking more weird since the dorms started." Sato commented before quickly amending his statement. "But I don't know, maybe I've just been noticing things about him more." 

"No, I think you're correct in your first assumptions. Midoriya has grown increasingly agitated…nearly paranoid, I believe." Iida added, noticing Koda's somber expression and nervous gaze. He reached over to pat the mute teen on the shoulder. 

No one knew what to add to that, so they didn't respond. 

Silence permeated the air, only softened by the minuscule sound of various musical notes being played off of Jiro's phone. Without looking up, she entered the conversation. "He's been mumbling a lot lately." She commented. 

Mina sat up in the chair, attentive and ready to learn more as she leaned towards Jiro's laid back form. "Like what?" She asked. 

Iida immediately cut in. "I don't believe it is proper or respectful to eavesdrop on Midoriya's private business–"

"--he mumbles about sicknesses and poison and keys. Those are the two most repeated words, though the rest of the sentences don't make much sense." Jiro cut in, not once looking up from her phone. Her tone at the end easily dismissed any further pressing from Mina and the pink teen nodded, understandingly. 

A sudden crash made them all look up, Koda, Mina and Sato jumping in their seats. 

They turned around to face the noise of the crash only to see Bakugo staring at Jiro, looking oddly frightened. The expression seemed stiff and uncomfortable on his face, his anger so diluted it was odd. 

On the floor was a bowl of what might have been fruits of some sort. There wasn't much in there, thank goodness. But the remaining foods were splayed around the ground and the container was completely shattered. 

His fractured voice paired with his expression of pure fright would forever haunt the group's mind as they remember that day. "Poison?"