Oh my gosh, what did I do wrong?

Did I fuck up hard? 

This is bad.... 

What do I do?

Should I apologise.

The moment I saw him looking at me in a way I didn't know how to describe, I immediately dropped to my knees and decided to just be on the floor and do such a bow that would please even this guy. I mean what was I supposed to do else? I clearly did something wrong or he wouldn't have stopped doing what he was doing. Besides he was about to be my sensei as well. 

Me: I am at fault Sensei, please punish me.

Stain: What in the world....

Me: I am very very sorry for angering you.

Stain: Get off the ground.

Me: I am so sorry.

He looked at me and he was trying to get me up with words but all I said was sorry. I mean this was my survival tactic. Maybe he would be more lenient with me after this or not, who knows. However I know one thing for sure, I did something that he didn't like for sure. Oh well now I am dealing with the aftermath without even knowing what I did wrong. Come to think about it, I can't even remember what I did wrong from the start. Did I hurt him? Did I insult him? Did I actually really do something disrespectful?

What did I do wrong?

After a good couple of minutes of me being stuck to the floor and him telling me to get up, he decided to grab my arm and pull me up. Of course he managed to do this because I was close to being sticks and well just bones. I was always light  and not chubby or heavy at all. Still I am better now than what I was when I first woke up in this body and regained my conciousness. This was ridiculous, I mean I had marks of suicide, was clearly underweight and I was getting bullied. Was there anything I was not?

Stain: Kid, you did nothing wrong. 

Me: I-

Stain: What's your name?

Me: Izuku.

Stain: Continue.

Me: I would rather not.

Stain: Go on, I have to know who I am taking under my wing.

Me: Aizawa.... just on paper.

Stain: Aizawa on paper?

Me: Yes.

Stain: That means?

Me: My mom is a Midoriya and I still haven't gotten enough money to change my last name to my mothers. 

Stain: Mhm.... I see....  Do you hate your father?

Me: No.

Stain: Your mother?

Me: No.

Stain: You have some injuries... are you getting bullied.

How does he know that?

I mean my mom doesn't even know about this. 

Besides I do heal very quickly.

No scratch that, I have a healing quirk so... how does he know?!

Stain: You have scars kid, don't overthink it.

Me: Huh?

Stain: I could see your brain trying to figure it out. You have clear scars on your arm which we won't even talk about but I can see one that is from an old burn mark.

Me: Ohhh... ah these... they come from playing rough with a bitch.

Stain: A bitch?

Me: Yeah, a female dog... tho he is more of a male dog and reminds me of a pomeranian.

Stain: What?

Me: You know.... he is worse than a dog. I think the dog would be upset if I call him that.

Stain: Name.

Me: Irrelevant.

Who knows what Stain would do if I would have given him a name. I had a feeling he is trying to take care of me from now on after asking me so many questions. It was kinda too much but also not. I guess, I was kinda used to people asking me out by now. However there was one question I wanted to ask as well.

Me: Can I ask you one question as well?

Stain: Go on?

Me: If I wanted to work as an analyst on the deep dark web or for the black market... what do I have to do?

Stain looked at me and guess what he did next? 

Trust me you won't figure this one out cause he looked at me and asked me if I was kidding. Of course I was not kidding and next thing I know he turns around gues to the hanging sandbags and started beating them up. One of them even fell down when he punched it a bit too hard. One punch was enough to get that thing ripped from the ceiling, now imagine what he could do while fighting for real without his katanas? Scary...... I am telling you... SCARY!

After that he came back in front of me and I couldn't help but gulp.

Stain: black market?

Me: Yeah?

Stain: Why do you want to do this?

Me: I am short of money.

Stain: Then get a legal job.

Me: I am still in school.

Stain: ...... If I find you wandering the streets inside the black market, be prepared for the worst training session. You will wish to be dead if that time comes.

Me: ..... *gulp*..... understood.

Whelp, that much for getting a job as an analyst.