???: Wake up!

Me: Mhhh....

???: *sigh*

???: Dad, can't you just leave him here? He seems like he needs this rest.

???: As much as you should need it.

???: Says the insomniac himself.

???: oh please that is my job Hitoshi!

It took me a bit to finally completly get up. I mean it was definitely cozy laying in the sun like this and with the wind... just perfect. The whole weather was soothing and perfect. However these voicees were the only thing that were out of place. There shouldn't be anyone on the rooftop. Especially not them. Was this some kind of joke? Like for real?! I met these two on a rooftop and here we were once again on a rooftop.

With one last jawn, I decided to sit up and finally look at my now teacher Eraserhead and my still rejected mate, Hitoshi.

Me: Sooo why do you two had to wake me up?

Hitoshi: I tried to let them let you sleep more... you seemed as if you needed it.

Me: I did. Thank you.

Hitoshi: I'll do anything for you.

Me: Oh please don't even start with the mate bond here.

Hitoshi: I wasn't gonna do that.

Eraserhead: But I am. You do know that you got him into trouble thanks to this.

Me: And that is my fault how?

Eraserhead: He stole my keys for this.

Me: And this is my fault how, again?

Eraserhead: He did it for you!

Me: And? I never asked him to do this. Nor did I ever say anything at all. If I remember correctly, he threw the keys at me out of his very own free will.

Eraserhead: *sigh* He wouldn't have done something like this if he wasn't thinking about you. Why are you even up here and not in class right now.

Me: I am a villain! Not a goddamn dog who is running after their owner to get some fucking training.

Eraserhead: *sigh* Kid, no one here thinks that you are a dog nor sees you as a mindless being.

Me: Then why am I here? I never wanted this.

Eraserhead: You are here because people want to help you and are giving you a second chance.

Me: Well, how do I say this without actually hurting anyones feelings..... I will gladly throw that chance away because you know what? I DON'T NEED it and NEVER wanted asked for it!!!

Eraserhead: You might think that way but trust me kid, if anyone, you need it the most.

Me: HMPF!

Eraserhead: Now come on. Class is still not over.

Me: I am not going.

Eraserhead: Not going?

Me: Yes or are you deaf? Is age finally catching up to ya old man?!

Eraserhead: *sigh* Toshi, call the others up here. We are gonna have some special lessons up here instead of the classroom.

Me: *sigh*

I really didn't think that the teacher would make the whole class get up here and then start teaching us on the fucking rooftop. This was insane and soo not hero like. Tho honestly, I kinda liked it a lot more here than inside that stuffy classroom. At least, I didn't feel like being caged inside 24/7 now. I mean I was not a prisoner at Todoroki's house but I was still not someone who would get Dabi in danger of getting thrown out of his very own family just because of roaming tiger in the garden or outside. Yeah.... No, he was too much like a brother to me for that.

Shinso (whispering): Thanks to you, everyone here seems to enjoy this lesson way more.

Me (whispering): Says the one who got in trouble and why thanks to me? You were the one who gave me the key. I never urged you to steal it.

Shinso (whispering): It was my little secret spot up here... well not anymore, I guess.

Me: Pfffff-

Eraserhead: Izuku, please tell me what you find so funny about this situation?

Me: Sure, I find it funny that you think anyone is actually paying attention.

Nice safe!

He should leave me be for now... right?

Eraserhead: Oh is that so? Then what were we talking about right now?

Me: How to act in case of a burning surrounding which is totally fine in theory but in reality it looks different.

Eraserhead: You are right and it seems that at least one pereson was listening.

I think I might have just tapped in some kind of trap because he seemed satisfied and even smiled at me which gave me some shivers. He shouldn't be smiling at all, it was creeping me out!

Shinso (whispering): My dad likes you.

Me (whispering): I rather he not.