My Quirk wants me dead

The Principal's Office

So, getting hit in the head by an invisible force and bleeding all over the sidewalk wasn't enough excitement for one day, apparently.

After Recovery Girl patched me up, I barely made it to my classroom before I got called to the principal's office. And not just any call—Nezu himself wanted to see me. Yep, the head honcho, the big cheese, the super-intelligent rodent running this whole operation personally wanted to see me.

As I made my way to Nezu's office, a thousand scenarios ran through my mind. Was I about to get expelled? Was I a danger to the school? Maybe they finally decided that a quirkless kid who attracts death like a magnet wasn't worth the hassle.

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked.

Nezu's voice, ever cheerful, called out from the other side.

Nezu: Come in, Midoriya!

Great. 

Just great.

I don't like the tone of his voice right there

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Nezu was sitting behind his desk, a cup of tea in his tiny paws, looking as calm and collected as always. The office was as neat and organized as you'd expect from a principal, with everything in its place—except maybe for the slightly unsettling photos of different puzzles lining the walls. 

Who collects photos of puzzles? 

Seriously?

Nezu motioned for me to sit down, so I did, trying not to look as nervous as I felt.

Nezu: Izuku, I heard about the incident this morning. How are you feeling?

Me: Well, considering I got clocked by thin air, bled all over the street, and barely made it to school without passing out, I'd say I'm doing just peachy, Principal Nezu.

Okay, maybe not that much sarcasm.

Nezu just smiled, completely unbothered by my tone. 

Of course, he's unbothered. 

The guy's literally seen it all.

And is about to expell me probably

Nezu: I understand you've been having quite the string of unfortunate events lately. I wanted to check in on you personally. After all, as a student of U.A., your safety is my responsibility.

Safety? 

Yeah, that's a funny word to use when talking about my life lately.

Me:I appreciate that, sir. But, um... are you sure I'm not just... you know, a walking disaster waiting to happen? Maybe I'm more of a liability than a student at this point.

Nezu tilted his head, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and concern.

Nezu: Nonsense! Every student at U.A. is valuable, and you're no exception. What's been happening to you is certainly unusual, but that doesn't mean you're a danger to others. If anything, it means we need to find out what's going on so we can help you.

Help me? 

Right. 

Because that's been working out so well so far.

Me: I... I thought maybe I was getting expelled.

Nezu actually chuckled at that, which was a little unsettling. 

What kind of principal laughs at expulsion jokes?

Nezu: Expelled? Oh, no, Midoriya. I'm not expelling you. Quite the opposite, actually. We're going to make sure you get the help you need to stay safe. Whatever's causing these incidents, we'll figure it out.

I stared at him, half expecting him to start making sense. But he didn't. Because of course, this is my life now.

Me: So... no expulsion, but more... research into why the universe seems to hate me?

Nezu nodded, taking a sip of his tea.

Nezu: Exactly. We'll be monitoring you more closely from now on. And if you notice anything out of the ordinary—anything at all—I want you to report it immediately. Understood?"

Monitoring me more closely? 

Sounds like I'm under house arrest at school now.

Me: Understood, sir. I'll, uh... keep you posted if the sky decides to fall on me next.

Nezu smiled again, a little too cheerfully for my taste.

Nezu: Good. I'm confident we'll get to the bottom of your quite peculiar quirk. In the meantime, try to focus on your studies and stay positive.

Stay positive? 

Sure, why not? 

Maybe I'll find a four-leaf clover next or win the lottery.

Me: Thanks, Principal Nezu. I'll do my best.