The way the boy said it, made it seem very unclear. One view he was deadly serious, the other a jester. Almost like he was raised to lie by telling the truth. He didn't want you to know the truth so he threw it right at you making you disbelieve it because of his body language. But deep down inside he was lonely. He lived alone. No one has ever loved him. His past memories had nothing of happiness, just pain. The pain he never wanted anyone else to feel. He never wanted others to find out about the pain he went through. That's why he hides. The Phantom rules the night, he is a ghost never to be seen. 

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Aizawa POV

"Have you found anything about him?"

"I can't believe that you, you out of everyone in this whole world would recommend someone you knew nothing about." Nezu was sipping his tea, clearly teasing him. 

"I like him."

The little monster burst out cackling. "Well, then you might not like his backstory."

That caught my attention, "Continue."

"Ren Suzuki. I've been reading through the papers. To be plan it's tragic. His parents died. He was adopted by a good family. They got into a car crash. The husband died. The wife now has dementia and doesn't remember anything. He has slipped through the authorities and got two jobs to pay for his adoptive parent's medical bills. To be frank, he's been living on his own for a very long time." 

"Have you done anything about it?"

"Ah, I see that you are becoming better at reading me." The principal took a long sip from his cup. The atmosphere in the room, darkening. "I have. But the matter is more complicated." He stopped for dramatics "The's records are all for real, but it only has the bare minimum. It's very strange and I will continue to look into it."

Chills ran down my back. Nezu was frightening. "Again, what have you done about this?"

Nezu eye's gleamed. "Seeing that you have successfully adopted one child already...." My sweatdropped. "It seems you figured it out." 

"Wait a moment." Before I could continue, Nezu was the one who continued.

"Oh stop complaining you already said that you liked him, so now officially he is yours."

My mind was reeling. "What do you mean he is officially mine now? Did you ask him about it?"

Nezu finally paused a flash of sympathy in his eyes. "No, I did not. But I want to know more about this kid. Legally he has no choice. You can now watch him twenty-four seven. Plus I know you." He gave me another flash of sympathy, but now there was evil in it. "Unless you don't want to take this kid in? A kid who has had a hard life, and has never given up. Got two jobs to pay for the bills laid down on him. A kid. A young kid who needs help. A kid who probably has more of a tragic back story than we know. In fact, I have given the thought of adopting the kid myself."

Fear filled me. I had already seen the kid mumbling problems, and Nezu had some creepy habits. In no way was I going to let this kid be corrupted by the sadistic rat. I grumble walking out of his office knowing that he had just won. Nezu had just adopted a kid for me. 

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It's been a week, a whole week since I adopted him, and I haven't even told him yet. But I did tell my other son. I've tried to act normal, but it is clear as day that something has been up in my class. My idiot of a son can't act. So the whole class is on their tiptoes. They are all getting the feeling that I'm going to do something rash against them. They are learning nicely. 

Then it happened, Ren didn't show up for school. 

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'It's just a cliff' I thought.

'It's a cliff. With water at the end. Deepwater. Water is worse than the ground. Come on, you can hover, why not fly? What if I can't do it? No, I have to. This is why you picked this spot. You can't save yourself without the wings. These are my wings. I need to at least learn how to fly.' I thought to myself.

I have no fear of heights the cliff does not frighten me. Dying does not scare me. It's the water. I am the Phantom for goodness sake, I leap off of buildings. I have been stabbed! Many times! Why can't I fly?

I was on the edge of the cliff getting ready to jump. There was no way I wouldn't be harmed if I didn't fly.

So, I jumped.

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Ok life lesson, if you can't fly don't jump off a cliff. Correction don't jump off a Cliff without a plan. Yes Einstein, what a wonderful dedication I just made.

The cliff I jumped off of was an ocean cliff. I am an absolute idiot. I jumped, and subconsciously I knew I wouldn't die so my wings never flapped. I crashed into the water. Then I was crushed against the rocks. I am a fool. When a huge wave came it crashed me against the rocks. I wasn't able to find a grip as the waves kept pummeling me. Then finally I grasped at a handhold and scammed up. 

I must have no brain. Who in their right mind use their fear to force improvement. Crazy people who are out of their minds, that's who. I grabbed a ledge and boosted myself up onto it. It surprised me. I didn't reach the top I had reached a cavern. A cave that had formed on the side of the cliff. My broken bruised body was outweighed by my curiosity. I went into the cave. The cave took a sharp turn, opening up to a very small space. It was big enough to stand, for my height, but It was about the size of a small room. 

I laid down on the ground and fell asleep.

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It's been two days, and Ren hasn't come back. I have gone absolutely insane. No one called, I mean he didn't call and tell us he wasn't going to be here. My students were noticing the stir craziness in my eyes. 

You can call me a crazy man but I went to his two jobs and asked about him. He missed both of his shifts without calling in. Both of the people at the jobs told me he would occasionally do this but he would repay them 10 fold and take all their shifts for a week. They both went on and told me how he was the best co-worker he was. I got bored after 10 seconds. I asked if they knew where he lived but they didn't know. No one knew. There was an address on his document but the place was sold about one month ago. This means this kid sold his home to go to school and pay the medical bills. No wonder why he said the money was tight. 

This kid. 

"I'm getting worried about Ren." I looked down to see... Shock must have flashed over my eyes. It was Bakugo.

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Day three. I watched all the students walking into class. Last night on my patrol I looked high and low for him. Even Nezu was getting worried. His normal sadistic was now turning into a creature that started growling at people when they passed him. He was in a foul mood.

Then there it was. A tuff of dark hair came through the door. I watched as he silently slide into the back of the class finding his seat. Not one of the students noticed him. I watched his face turn red as he was trying to hold something back. Then a murderous cough came out of him. 

The class all turned around. Eyes wide as they saw their classmate in an extra-large hoddie hiding his wings with a black face mask on. His hood was up and he did not want attention.

"SUZUKI!" The whole class yelled at once. 

"MAN, that was not MANLY disappearing for three days!"

"Suzuki, I have gathered all the materials you missed in your classes." Ida chopped the air. 

Bakugo yelled some foul language, then turned around grabbing his shirt. "Don't do that again." The class was so surprised at the explosion king's words that they all stopped talking and watched him sit back down. "What are all of you extra's looking at!" He yelled then looked away. 

Then the whole class burst out talking over each other trying to talk to Ren. 

"Quiet down." I used my quirk to make my hair rise. "Suzuki, nice to have you back."

Then Suzuki wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to Bakugo in front of him. The confusion on Bakugo's face was confounding. Then he read it and looked calmer. "Ren lost his stupid voice." Bakugo used his quirk and evaporated the note letting the ash fall onto his desk. 

I could feel the worry the class had for the kid. He was clearly sick. He coughed sparingly, but when he did everyone felt the pain themselves. He was clearly too sick to be here, but no one could bring themselves to tell him. 

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Throughout the day the whole class watched him. For lunch, he stayed in his seat and fell asleep. One of the students brought him a lunch then went back out to eat. I left him in the room to go get my lunch and a thermometer from RG. I wasn't gone long. I got back to the class and the kid was gone. My eye caught the food brought to him. The water bottle was one-third of the way gone, and he had only taken a single bite from the sandwich. He wasn't in the room, so I walked out into the hall. He's sick and just ate. Where would he go?

It hit me. I walked over to the bathroom. Two girls walking out of the lady's room gave me weird looks as I walked into the students' bathroom. Right, when the door opened I heard the toilet flush, and then the sound of someone sliding down a wall. I walked looking through the stalls. He was in the last one. He was slumped against the wall in the handicapped stall. Yes, handicapped stalls still exist. I came up to the kid and crouched down. I put the back of my hand on his forehead. It was hot. Very hot. Then I pulled out the thermometer. I put it in his mouth without even asking. He clenched his teeth. 

"Kid, open your mouth. I need to see your temperature." My voice had a hint of worry in it. 

He didn't do it. Problem child. I then did something that even surprised me. I plugged his nose. He held his breathe for a worrisome time. He gasped and I stuck the thermometer in his mouth. "About time." He tried to resist. The effort was great but the strength behind the effort was dismal. 

The thermometer beeped, and I took it out of his mouth. 102 F. I looked at it and immediately put it back in his mouth. This time there was no resistance. It beeped then read. 103 F (39.4 C). The kid jumped back to the toilet and threw up again. When he was done he stood up and straightened his hoodie. He stood up. Only for a moment, the kid pulled off looking fine. The kid looked down at the thermometer. 

"How high?" His throat. It grated like sandpaper against chalk bored. But the sandpaper was metal. It made my soul cringe.

"103" The kids' eye's hardened. He was preparing for the last half of the school day. "Oh no, you don't." Then the kid suede. He suede again and fell. I caught him. He was far too light. I could feel the kid's ribs through his hoodie. He even felt light with the weight of his wings. Well...light is an overstatement. I expected this kid to be a ton, given how much he trained. It was clear he was completely muscle but as light as a feather. Maybe it's his quirk. 

The kid was hot to the touch, but he was trembling. The concerning thing is he was eerily quiet he was. 

"What in the lord's name have you done to this poor child?" RG yelled at me. 

"He came to school like this."

"YOU LET HIM COME TO SCHOOL LIKE THIS!" she scoffed "Temperature?"

"103"

"That not good." RG put her hand on the boy. "I can't heal him."

"So he has no energy left?" I looked at her very concerned.

"Look at him, he has already passed out. The best thing here is to give him regular medication. He needs sleep and a lot of liquids. He might throw it up, but he needs to keep drinking what he can. Don't give me that look. I know he's yours. Nezu told me."  She was going on a rampage.

*Smack!* Her cane hit me. 

"Go take him home! I'll tell Nezu about you. You need to go." Another swing was coming at me but I dodged. She gave me the medicine and pushed me towards the boy. I picked up the kid and walked out. For the first time, I was talking this kid to his new home. 

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