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Izuku was never one to profess that he’s perfect. In fact, he would attest to being far from it. So, that’s how he found himself without a shirt on laundry day. To be entirely honest, he isn’t sure how exactly that happened. Today was just one of those days that passed by in a blur up until he had found himself freshly cleaned from a shower without anything clean to wear except for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with chipped text that was supposed to spell “Fancy Shirt.” 

After changing the bottom half of his body, he stared at the shirt. The text was so worn out that it was incomprehensible. He bit his lip and debated turning it inside out, but he realized that was silly. Instead, he took out a sharpie marker and traced over the text so that it was now legible. He was satisfied with the new appearance and put the shirt on. 

Smiling cheerfully, he sauntered out of his room, oblivious to the idea that anything could be wrong with his shirt. 

When he made his way back downstairs, he caught a few stunning looks. By the time he made it to the common room, Kirishima stood up with an excited expression. 

“Midoriya, that’s such a manly shirt!” he said. 

Izuku looked down at his sloppily sketched characters and looked up with a wobbly grin. “Thanks, Kirishima!”

“Wow, Mido!” Kaminari explained. “I didn’t know you had, like, things that aren’t t-shirts in your wardrobe!”

Izuku blinked at this. He…was wearing a t-shirt…was this a joke? Izuku laughed bashfully in response. 

Sero snickered. “You ran out of clean casual clothing, didn’t you?”

“Aww, sweetie!” Ashido cooed. “Do you need to go shopping for some more stuff? I’m sure Yaomomo and some of the others would be down for a trip to the mall!”

Izuku blushed and let out another, more anxious laugh, explaining that he was just waiting for his laundry to get done. 

Ashido pouted. “Mido, if you ever need new clothing, you know you could take one of the girls shopping with you, right?” She perked back up. “Oh! How about you take Uraraka with you!”

He stammered out that he normally just tells his mom what he likes and lets her buy it for him. 

Ashido groaned and was about to let out a retort. Unfortunately, an explosion interrupted her. 

“What the fuck are you wearing, Deku?!” exclaimed an irate Bakugou. 

Kirishima immediately stood up in an attempt to smooth over the situation, to no avail. 

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked wearily. He was already really confused by the reactions of his classmates and was willing to write it off as some prank. He was starting to suspect something with this outburst. 

“Don’t ‘Kacchan’ me. How the fuck do you have a fucking shirt like that! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

“Wow, calm down! Mido is just doing his laundry, this is all he has left,” Kirishima said. 

Bakugou glared at Izuku, sending a chill down his spine. “Since when did you have clothing that didn’t have dumb writing on it?”

Izuku jolted. This shirt didn’t have dumb writing on it? He looked down at his shirt in confusion and shrugged.

Bakugou scoffed and sat in Kirishima’s spot on the couch, much to the other’s distress, prompting a new discussion to pop up.

Izuku took this as his chance to escape, running back upstairs and into his room. He had absolutely no idea what that was about. He looked around his room for the sharpie he used before. Maybe there was some quirk effect acting upon it? He put his phone on selfie-mode to examine his appearance. Nope. No weird appearance to him. Other than the realization that a few of the letters were actually a little crooked. 

So, what could it be? He wondered if it could be related to One for All, but quickly dismissed it. That seemed pretty unlikely. 

So then there was the question of whether there was a quirk acting upon him. But a quirk that altered the appearance of your clothing was rather specific, and really wouldn’t be more than a minor nuisance. 

He wondered about his situation to himself long enough for a timer on his phone to go off. Time to change laundry machines. 

Learning from last time, he darted downstairs with a bit of help from One for All, and straight to the basement. He changed the laundry machines, leaving out one shirt that said ‘sweatshirt,’ and set a timer on his phone as a reminder to pick up his dry laundry. Then, he changed into the damp shirt. 

He pondered for a moment about how he should proceed from here. He could go straight to his room or he could stop in the common area and ask the others if they thought his new shirt was better. But, really, it’s not like they’d be impressed with him putting on a clearly wet shirt. Especially since Kirishima thought the other shirt was ‘manly’...for some reason. Could the quirk be causing people’s emotions to be manipulated? But that really wouldn’t explain how everyone reacted differently to it, unless you take into account how everyone has a unique personality which means that they all respond to emotions differently, which would…. 

“Midoriya?” asked Tokoyami, interrupting his thoughts. “What ails you?”

“Ah, sorry about my shirt! And was I muttering again? I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t mean to bother you!”

“It’s alright. You just seemed to be consumed by some darkness.” Tokoyami took a glance at the shirt in his hands. “Excuse me for asking, but why are you wearing a wet t-shirt when there’s a perfectly dry one in your hands?”

“Ah,” Izuku started glancing at the shirt, “I didn’t feel comfortable in it!”

Tokoyami looked at him with an unreadable expression before turning away to put his clothing in the now-empty washing machine. 

Izuku slowly walked up the stairs in confusion. He made his way to his floor, pausing in front of Aoyama’s door. He knocked on it and the door immediately swung open. 

“Hello, mon ami,” he said, with his signature, strange smile. 

“Hey, Aoyama, I think I’m going crazy. How does this shirt look to you?” Midoriya held it up and Aoyama hummed. 

“Midoriya?” he asked with a pause. Izuku gulped. “Is that sharpie?”

Izuku looked back at the shirt and laughed. “Yeah, it is. I thought no one would notice!”

“Smart move to switch into something else. I’m afraid that wouldn’t look very glamorous on you.”

“Ah, you’re right! Thanks!” Izuku said. He walked into his room and closed the door. Aoyama saw the shirt as normal. And so did Tokoyami. Were they all immune? Or was this all in his head?

He looked at the shirt in his hand. What if…it only works when you wear it? He quickly changed shirts and knocked at Aoyama’s door. 

When it opened again, he looked startled. “Midoriya…where did you find something like this?”

“Ah, doesn’t it look familiar?” 

Aoyama squinted at it before squealing in delight. “Oh, Midoriya! You were inspired by moi? I am tres honoré! Ah, excuse me, honored!” He bounced in place and clapped his hands. “You should wear clothing like that more often! Maybe we could coordinate outfits together? This is so much fun, thank you for showing me!”

“Ummm, sure! Sorry for bothering you,” Izuku said.

“Oh, you were no bother! I was just cleaning my room. Things were looking a bit messy,” he said.

Izuku nodded and excused himself with a faint smile. Once he returned to the safety of his room, he panicked. Why did people think he was wearing something else? Whose quirk was he under?

He paced around a bit before deciding to just not wear the cursed shirt. Replacing it with his damp shirt, he went about his day as normal…and then the next day happened. 

It was Sunday and he was wearing his ‘sweater’ t-shirt, which Uraraka remarked as funny. He blushed and said he was glad that she found it funny. While she, Iida, and Tsuyu resumed their homework, his mind buzzed. He didn’t forget about the weird shirt incident and found himself wondering if it wasn’t a weird property of the marker he used or the t-shirt. He didn’t think he had a quirk before he got One for All, but was it completely impossible? He’s read up about how quirks can give people bizarre compulsions and, while he didn’t think it was a compulsion, he always found it fun to wear shirts describing what they should be. Maybe…Maybe this is his quirk?

So, excused himself for a restroom break. Instead of going to the boy’s bath, he made his way to his bedroom and removed the shirt. He figured he shouldn’t use the same sharpie as before, but maybe he should still use something kinda visible? So, he took out a black ballpoint pen and traced over ‘Sweatshirt.’

He made his way down and tried to resume his work as though nothing happened. Except, Iida didn’t let him.

“Midoriya! That sweater isn’t very weather appropriate. Are you feverish?” Iida asked.

“Ah, sorry! I thought it would be funny,” he laughed meekly to himself.

“That will get a lot less funny once you start overheating, ribbit,” said Tsuyu. 

Uraraka smiled at him, “I think that sweater is cute,” she said before reddening, “uh, I mean, I think it’s funny! Yeah, that’s what I meant!” She laughed awkwardly to herself.

Izuku smiled and said, “thanks!”

Throughout the study session, his mind whirled about the implications of what just happened. Did…did this mean he had a quirk? What was the range of it? How long did the effects last? Could he write anything on his shirt? Were some quirks immune to its effects?

He really only had one way to find the answers. And that was through experimenting.  

That afternoon, he opened Amoozan to order 50 cheap and plain white T-shirts. His package will come in the mail this Friday. Things were about to get interesting.

On Friday, he wore his “fancy” shirt to pick up his mail from the mailroom, curious to see if students outside of 1-A would visibly react to it. Some students from 1-B saw him and made some confused faces at him, proving that they were also under the shirt’s effects. 

The box for his shirts proved to be rather large and unwieldy, causing him to move with limited visibility. As such, he didn’t see the student sitting on the ground that he trampled over, sending his box flying into the nearby bushes. A cat cried and raced out from the foliage. 

“Watch where you’re going asshole,” grossed a familiar voice. 

“Shinsou? I’m so sorry to run into you — literally — like this! That was rude of me, do you need a hand?”

He scoffed and waved him away. “To think with that you have all that strength but so little coordination,” he said. 

Izuku blushed. “Really, I’m sorry.”

Shinsou walked to the bush and looked around. He sighed and then passed him his package. 

“Oh, I could have gotten that! Thank you,” Izuku said. 

Shinsou shrugged. “I’d rather you not break something on your way over. I’m starting to think being accident-prone is part of your quirk.”

Izuku laughed. “You might be onto something.”

Then, Izuku pondered something. Shinsou’s had a mental quirk. Did that make him immune to his t-shirt quirk? 

“Umm, this is a weird question. But what does my shirt look like to you?”

Shinsou stared blankly at him. “What kind of question is that? It looks like any normal shirt.” 

Izuku dropped the box. “I knew it! Your quirk must make you immune to seeing my t-shirt as anything but a t-shirt.”

After a slight eyebrow twitch, Shinsou continued his impassive stare. “You…think you’re wearing a t-shirt?” he asked.

Izuku shrunk into himself. “I...I thought you said my shirt looked normal?”

“Yeah, a normal button-down shirt. Did you hit your head? My quirk isn’t detecting concussions, so you’d have better luck seeing Recovery Girl for that.”

Izuku blushed. “No…I…I think there’s some illusion quirk acting on me. Here! Let me get this,” and Izuku started pulling off his shirt. 

“Umm, is this your way of flirting with me? I can’t say it’s a bad technique, but I’m not interested,” Shinsou said. 

Once the shirt was off his head, Izuku blushed. “N-no. Here! Look at this!” Izuku said, handing his shirt over to him.

Shinsou blinked and accepted the shirt. “What the hell?” he asked, turning the shirt every which way, as though it would reveal its secrets. 

“See! It looks that way to me, but when I put it on it looks different to everyone else!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly. 

“Who wrote on this?”

“Me…”

Shinsou looked between the shirt and Izuku. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say some higher power blessed your ass with two quirks.” 

Izuku wilted into himself. How could he have had a quirk before One for All and never known? 

“I can’t believe how unfair this is…but I imagine you’d want to figure this out.”

“Ah, yes! Yes, I do!”

Shinsou hummed. “Mental quirks run in my family, so I have some insider knowledge on things like this. Why not let me lend a hand in sorting this out?”

“You’d help me? Shinsou, you really don’t need to!”

“It’s no trouble at all. Let me put my number in your phone and we can try some things out over the weekend.”

“Ok!” Izuku felt for his phone and panicked for a bit, before retrieving it. 

Shinsou shook his head and put his digits in. Then he was on his way. 

When Izuku walked into the dorm, he realized all too late that he didn’t put his shirt back on. 

“Um, Midoriya? It’s kinda cold out to be walking around without a shirt on,” Jirou said from the couch. 

“The man appears to be afflicted with madness,” Tokoyami said from the doorway. 

“Ah, guys! I can explain!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Tokoyami, that was rude,” Yaoyorozu said from next to Jirou. “I’m sure he has his reasons…” she pursed her lips and looked at him with a concerned expression nonetheless. 

“I, uh, I got my shirt wet and didn’t want to get cold,” Izuku lied. 

Tokoyami nodded. “I see, please come inside and put something on. Lest you trigger the activity of someone else's demons.”

“Hey! Just cause I said I got distracted by Mirio, it doesn’t mean I’m boy crazy! Anyone would be distracted by a naked guy levitating out of the ground!” Jirou complained.

Izuku nodded along and ran upstairs, not before Mineta caught a glimpse of him and cried “Where do you think you’re going, Lady Killer?

He ignored him and proceeded to his room. He tossed ‘Fancy Shirt’ onto his bed and then sat on the floor with his box. 

He held the sides of the box with his thighs and stuck his two thumbs in between the edges of the box and the tape adhering it shut. With 1% of One for All, he freed the sides of the box and easily tore the rest of it open. He then admired the collection of plain, white, t-shirts. The possibilities were overwhelming. 

He had made a list of various things he wanted to try in a new quirk analysis book he’s calling ‘T-shirt.’ He’s half wondering if the book itself would appear as a shirt to others, but finds it unlikely. But on the off-chance that it would, he has effectively concealed the information inside it.    

He fingered through a few pages to his shirt-name ideas and started marking up the shirts, using different colored pens of different brands and machine-washability. Very soon, his materials were all put together for his experiments.

T-SHIRT: this is a t-shirt, not a notebook. This is just a normal T-shirt and not at all a log for a bunch of different experiments

Experiment 1: Stripes

In this experiment, I sought to determine if something signifying that the garment was in fact a shirt was necessary to include in the shirt’s name. The marker I used was blue and machine washable, and I wanted to know how that would affect things. My classmates seemed to think I was wearing a shirt with blue stripes. After this, I tossed the shirt in the laundry machines and put it back on. The marker wore out and became hard to read. After that, some people saw a shirt with faint blue stripes while others saw the same vibrancy. 

With this, I can conclude that the color of the marker and the strength of the pigment of the marker have an effect. In future experiments, I’ll have to further explore these phenomena. I am also curious about why some people saw the shirt differently from one another. Is this dependent at all on how clearly people can see my shirt?

Experiment 5: Cool Shirt

After further experimentation, I determined that there is a varying effect that different colored markers have on how the observer views my shirts. After discussing my findings with Shinsou, I now suspect that this is due to a word association phenomenon. To confirm this, Shinsou and I agreed to label a shirt ‘Cool Shirt,’ in order to see how others will react to it…

Over text, Shinsou’s feedback has been great in guiding his experiments. So, this afternoon he will wear a shirt called ‘Cool Shirt’ and have discussions with his classmates on what they saw. 

He found it easy to start conversations on his shirt since almost everyone complimented it. 

“Trés chic, Izuku. I approve,” Aoyama said with a wink. 

“What do you like about it?” 

Aoyama gestured to his own shirt. “It’s similar, is it not? I must say, imitation really is the best form of flattery.”

The two walked down to the common area where some people have gathered around and played video games.

“Wow, Izuku. I really like your shirt,” Uraraka said with a blush. 

Izuku found himself blushing too and thanking her, forgetting to ask her why she liked it by virtue of being flustered. 

“Shut up you two, I’m trying to cream these losers!” Bakugou said, twisting his arms around as he swerved his digital race car around and upside down a narrow road. 

“Getting nervous Kacchan? You said you could beat us at rainbow road in your sleep!” Kaminari said. 

“Kaminari, you’re in 12th place. I don't think he’s nervous,” Jirou said from her spot on the couch. 

Ashido twisted and turned her arms. “I think I’m catching up to him. Continue being distracting Mido!”

“...You’re in 10th place,” Jirou deadpanned. 

“Buuuut~ now I have a blue turtle shell!”

The aforementioned turtle shell soon hurled towards Bakugo, who let loose a litany of curses in response. 

Sero’s cart was closest to catching up to Bakugou, only in 3rd place, but then he slipped on a banana peel and Bakugou was able to resume racing before the NPC behind him could catch up. 

“Stupid computer,” Bakugou said with a cackle, and then made it to past the finish line.

“Crap!” Kaminari cried and dropped the controller in his hands. 

“Don’t give up soldier, the war is not over,” Ashido said seriously, after creeping up into 8th place.

Kaminari rolled his eyes and took a glance at Izuku. “Ooh, nice shirt Midoriya! Looks like one of Jirou’s,” Kaminari said. 

Uraraka furrowed her brow. “She has something like this?”

Jirou looked over her shoulder at Izuku. “Not really, it looks more like the one I gave Kaminari. At least in terms of the coloring.”

Izuku nodded in interest. Three people seemed to have seen completely different shirts, with only two seeing something similar. 

Bakugou turned around and exclaimed, “What the fuck, Deku?!”

Izuku flinched. He should have expected a reaction like this from last time, but it wasn’t at all called for. 

Bakugou stood up and walked towards him, and one of the others said something about getting Kirishima. Izuku figured he was in the bathroom and oblivious to the situation unfolding as Bakugou stood directly in front of him. 

“Ah, haha, so you don’t like my new shirt?”

“Of course I do, I’m wearing the same damn shirt! My question is why the fuck you’re trying on my style?!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Wait, your style? I’m really confused,” Uraraka said, glancing from Kaminari to Bakugou. 

Thankfully, Kirishima chose this moment to walk into the common space. “Hey, is there a problem?”

“Look at this shit,” Bakugou said, stepping aside for Kirishima to see his shirt.

Oh, no. This isn’t good. Izuku didn’t anticipate the others making a big fuss over what they saw. If Kirishima mentions that he sees something completely different, Izuku could be in trouble.

Izuku held his breath as Kirishima scrutinized his outfit. If Kirishima contributed to the disagreement in the group, this will all be over. Izuku glanced around to see Aoyama’s shoes missing from their usual spot by the door. Good. He was out already and there was one less voice to add a completely contradictory description of his shirt. 

 “I don’t know, man,” Kirishima started with a frown. Izuku swallowed a lump in his throat. 

“I think Midoriya has the right to wear whatever he wants, even if it’s a little unusual for him. We’re all here to learn and grow, and some of that involves trying on new styles, right?”

Bakugou grumbled about Izuku stealing his looks, while Kirishima swung an arm around his shoulder and lured him back to the video games. 

“S-sorry, Uraraka, I think there’s something wrong with my shirt,” he said, before exiting the room. 

On his way up he encountered Todoroki, who examined him with a frown. 

“T-Todoroki!” Izuku exclaimed, examining the stairway for others nearby. 

“Midoriya, follow me,” he said and made his way back up the stairs. 

Izuku’s mind raced as he followed his friend at a subdued pace. 

What could possibly cause that reaction? Is this about something else?

They arrived at Todoroki’s dorm, and the man in question opened his room’s door for Izuku, gesturing him to enter. Izuku walked in and the door shut behind him. He gulped. “Todoroki, what is this about? Is something wrong?”

 Todoroki stared at Izuku for an uncomfortably long time. “You helped me through a difficult time, so I am here to help you out as well.”

“Umm, what is that supposed to mean?”

“Let me finish.”

Izuku squeaked. “Ok!”

“You told me off for using a bad way for coping with trauma…Midoriya, tell me the truth. Do you have a rich bastard father that you’re trying to mooch off of?”

“What?! What do you mean?! My dad is just a salary–” Izuku was interrupted by Todoroki resting his hands on his shoulders.

“Shhh, you don’t have to lie. It’s ok. We can work through this together,” Todoroki droned in a calming voice. 

“Todoroki…” Izuku felt like crying. Why did Todoroki think his bastard father was rich?!

“May we discuss more appropriate ways of getting back at him? I suggest surpassing him and then sending him to a nursing home when he’s older.”

“...I’m not sure if that’s healthier…but what made you think he’s rich?”

Todoroki blinked. “Are you not wearing designer-brand clothing?”

“What? What made you think that?” Izuku was beyond confused over this.

“For a few weeks now, you’ve been wearing designer-brand clothing that Father buys for me and my siblings. Is that not a Best Jeanist denim vest?”

Izuku blinked. Is…Is that Todoroki’s idea of a ‘cool shirt?’ In retrospect, the newest hero-designer top is part of Best Jeanist’s denim line, but this situation brings up a whole lot of questions about this quirk. Does the viewer’s background influence the quality or brand of garment he’s wearing? What are ways to use a viewer’s bias against them or to find more precise ways to warp their perceptions? There’s so much he needs to ask Shinsou!

“Uh, Todoroki, these were…thrifted. Yes! Uraraka taught me how to find good clothing from thrift stores!”

Todoroki blinked. “Ah, I supposed I didn’t consider your clothing could be second-hand…My apologies for assuming.”

“It’s ok! Accidents happen, haha,” Izuku said with an awkward smile. He just wanted this interaction to be over. 

“Very well, please take care Midoriya. You can still come to me if there ever is an issue.”

“Thank you!”

Izuku made his way back down to his dorm as quickly as he could. He was starting to think that “cool shirt” was a bit more trouble than it was worth. 

Right before he could enter his room, he heard the nasally drawl of Mineta. 

“Hey Midoriya…” he started. Izuku froze and slowly turned to face the diminutive student.

“I see that you are a man of culture as well~,” he said with a smug expression. 

Without a word, Izuku stripped off the shirt and tossed it at Mineta. He quickly darted into his dorm room and slammed the door shut. 

The next day, Izuku met up with Shinsou for an in-person discussion on how things have been going. 

“Pfff, I’m sorry, Bakugou thought you were wearing his shirt? And was going to pick a fight over it?” Shinsou said through a laugh. 

Izuku blushed and stuttered out a retort that fell on deaf ears. 

“Ok, we should get back on track. I think these experiments have been enlightening, don’t you?” Shinsou asked.

“Well, yes, but I worry that this is not the right time to try things out,” Izuku replied nervously.

“Midoriya, you’re a hero-in-training. If you have weirdness going on with your quirk, you need to sort it out now. What if instead of having an enhancement quirk and an illusion quirk, you have one quirk that warps reality to give you those two abilities? I think there’s some foreign hero with something like that.”

“Hmm, maybe,” Izuku said half-heartedly. He gazed forlornly at his “T-shirt” notebook that Shinsou was able to see and read just fine, to his dismay. Izuku was glad that there was a possible explanation for why he had two quirks, but he knew that he really did have two separate quirks. Unless One for All is actually a reality-warping quirk, which might explain away a bit of its weirdness…

“Have you tried making outfits?” Shinsou asked.

“What?”

“What happens if your shirt describes a full outfit? Or just your pants? Would that work?”

“Hmmm, good question! We can try that out,” Izuku responded. 

“Also, can you use it to make a disguise? What happens if you write someone’s name?”

“Oh, I was wondering that too! If it’s based on word association, then it’s possible that each person would see me as a different person if they all know someone with that name, which would make keeping things specific important since that would reduce the possibility of people seeing me as someone else but what if this quirk doesn’t work that way, it might be more likely that they’ll see me wearing the clothing—”

“Midoriya!” Shinsou interrupted.

Izuku jolted. “Oh, s-sorry about that.”

“Before you spoke an entire thesis paper, I was going to say that you can put Bakugou’s name on a shirt.”

“K-Kacchan?! I don’t think he’d be too happy about that…”

“Relax, I’ll keep him distracted while you try that out. Meanwhile, you will also have his full name on one shirt and another with that dumb nickname you have for him on it. You can switch them out to see if there’s any difference between the two of them.”

“Hmm, that would be interesting to test out.”

“And after that, you can give your classmates a break and we can try it out with the other students.”

“Like your classmates?” Izuku asked. 

“Well, I think it would be better to try it with the other hero course kids. Maybe we can see if one of them can see through it?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Izuku launched into a mumble fest over this, prompting Shinsou to shout at him to stop. After that, they had enough plans for their next experiment. 

Izuku poked his head out of his dorm room and looked both ways. Seeing as the coast was clear, he slipped out and closed his door. Then he meandered downstairs to see his classmates. 

“Wow, Bakubro? How’d you get back from the gym so quickly?” asked Kirishima. 

…It worked?!

“Umm…It’s nothing important,” Izuku said, panicking over if they heard Bakugou’s voice or his. Furthermore, was his acting ability important for this?

“Huh. I guess you’re a man of mystery,” Kirishima said with an easy-going smile. 

Izuku shrugged, knowing that that was more of a Bakugou-ish gesture than laughing nervously. 

After fixing up a snack in the kitchen and seeing the others react to him as though he was Bakugou, he decided to change into the Kacchan shirt. 

When he walked back the others didn’t react differently, but some of the others started to wonder where Izuku was. 

Izuku was going to find a way to excuse himself to change back when the worst thing happened: Bakugou himself entered the dorm. 

Izuku immediately stripped off his shirt and made his way to an exit. Everyone exclaimed in shock over Bakugou suddenly teleporting across the room, while Izuku approached the stairs. Before he could make it past, a loud shout resounded over the chaos.

“Deku!”

Izuku froze in place and turned around. Some voices called out to him to ask where he had been, but Izuku’s eyes were fixed on his childhood friend. Did he catch a glimpse of him in the shirt? Was the ruse up? 

“Why the fuck aren’t you wearing a shirt? This is the second time this week I’ve seen you randomly shirtless!” Bakugou ranted.

Oh…so he didn’t see. 

“Umm, I was hot?” Izuku tried. 

“It’s the beginning of winter, how the hell were you hot?!” Bakugou demanded.

Sero made a comment on the different meanings of the word ‘hot’ and Bakugou started to lash out at him. Izuku was able to take that distraction and make his escape.

“Whew, that was close,” he said, once he made it to his room. Mission complete!

After that, he put on a plain white shirt and met up with Shinsou at the gym where he supposedly cornered Bakugou. 

“Shinsou, I thought you were going to warn me!” Izuku demanded out of frustration. He nearly got caught and could have been attacked if the others thought he was a clone. 

“Sorry, but he started to figure out how to snap out of my mind control. It was kinda freaky. He found a way to make himself spontaneously combust,” Shinsou said, a little dazed.

“His quirk is explosion…”

“No, I mean he blew up the mental connection. It was really painful. I might need to see Recovery Girl.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize. Should we go now?”

“Nah, I can walk straight, so we can do that later.”

“Shinsou…”

“I’ve been neglecting my psychiatric and neurological health for years, this isn’t a first for me.”

“That…doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Well, the sooner we do this, the sooner I can see the old lady,” Shinsou said. He handed a marker to Izuku, who then stripped his shirt off to write on it. 

“Um, ok. What should it say?” Izuku asked.

Without hesitation, Shinsou said, “Write ‘cat’.” Izuku wrote the word and put on the shirt.

“Woah. That’s trippy,” Shinsou said, blinking down at Izuku.

“Why, what happened?” Izuku asked. Instead of responding, Shinsou squinted his eyes at him and reached out a hand. Izuku crouched down but was soon hit by a gentle pat. 

“You actually look like a cat. You even sound like one. Are you talking?”

Izuku ducked out of the way and pulled his shirt over his head. Shinsou frowned in immeasurable disappointment. “I was talking. Could you really not hear me?” Izuku asked. 

“No, I couldn’t. I heard cat meowing,” Shinsou said. 

“Weird.”

“How about you put it back on?”

“Oh, right! We should test it out.”

“Yeah, and I prefer cat you over human you.”

Izuku took this as a chance to frown at Shinsou, before obediently putting the shirt back on. 

Shinsou told him to walk near him as he strolled up to 1-B dorms. Then he called out, “Hey, I found a stray cat!”

It started off slow, students peeking their heads out the windows. But soon, they were pouring out of the building to see the ‘stray cat,’ and cooed over him. Izuku felt very anxious about the attention and tried to shrink in on himself.

“Aww, the kitty is so shy!” Komori said, eyes glistening at him in a way that belied no empathy for his plight. 

“Where is Kendo?” Tetsutesu asked. 

“She’s getting Pony since she was in the bathroom,” said Tokage. “We didn’t want her to be left out.”

Soon enough, the Kendo emerged from the building, dragging Pony to the group. “Look, the cat’s still here! Isn’t he cute?”

Pony squinted at Izuku in an oddly intense look to give to a cat. “I guess, but he’s not my type.”

“What?!” The class as a whole all cried.

“Cat’s are basically fuzzy lizards. What is there not to like?” Tokage demanded. 

Pony furrowed her brows. “I’m sorry? How is he a cat?”

Izuku’s face went white and the whole group screamed. 

“Goddamit Monama! How did you make her confused about what a cat is?” Tetsutesu cried.  

“I thought you repented for your past sins of confusing the poor girl, but it seems you haven’t learned,” Shiozaki said in disdain.  

While Monoma tried to defend himself, Shinsou whispered to Izuku that they should go. They tried to escape, but the crowd was too thick. So, Izuku scooped up Shinsou in a fireman carry, who shouted in surprise and then leaped away. 

“Oh my god it’s a flying cat!” cried Tokage. 

“Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain!” retorted Shiozaki, even louder. 

Once away, Izuku landed outside of the 1-A dorm and took the shirt off, tossing it at Shinsou.

“Sorry about that, but I’m never wearing that shirt again,” Izuku said in a vaguely traumatized tone. 

Shinsou shrugged and held onto the shirt. “Whatever, can I come inside?” he asked.

“Oh, sure!” Izuku exclaimed. 

Unfortunately, the previous moment wasn’t the last chaos he was meant to see today. When Izuku opened the door, a bizarre scene played before him. Everyone was crowding around Mineta with…Excitement? Enthusiasm? Izuku didn’t hate the guy, especially since he didn’t have the heart to socially ostracize someone when he wasn’t anyone special himself. But he was far from oblivious to Mineta’s social status…he was far from being popular. So why all of the positive attention?

From next to him, Shinsou whispered, “Since when did the grape dude have a dope-ass shirt?”

Then, Mineta turned and Izuku recognized his shirt. It was ‘Cool Shirt.’

“Oh, no. It’s the shirt,” Izuku said with mounting horror.   

“Oh, shit. How’d he get Cool Shirt?” Shinsou asked.

“I…I was afraid of its power…” Izuku started but could not bring himself to finish. How could he have been so irresponsible with something with such potent abilities?

“Damn. Should we stop him?” Shinsou asked. 

“I’ll get him to come with me outside, meet us by the door?”

“Sure.”

Izuku awkwardly squeezed his way through the crowd, apologizing along the way. Thankfully, he did not need to do more than make eye contact with the suddenly popular pervert to get his attention. 

“Midoriya! Just the man I wanted to see,” Mineta said with a sly smile. 

“Umm, can I talk to you for a bit?” Izuku asked, pointing outside. 

Mineta glanced at the crowd and then agreed, the tides of people parting for the unholy grape man. 

As they walked to the door, Mineta kept a self-satisfied smirk on his face. However, when they made it outside, his eyes widened in shock. 

“Was it his quirk?” Mineta asked. 

Izuku and Shinsou shook their heads. 

“No, but he knows about the shirt thing,” Izuku said. 

Mineta nodded. “Ok, I know the secret now. Somehow, someway, you have access to quirked shirts and I want in! What’s your secret? How did this happen?”

“He wrote on his shirt,” Shinsou said. 

“And??” Mineta asked eagerly.

“That’s it.”

Mineta looked to Izuku, as if expecting him to say something different, but he just shrugged.

“Looks like my quirk has reality-warping characteristics instead of being an enhancement-type,” Izuku said with a shrug.

“Wait, so your quirk lets you warp reality?! What else can you do?”

“I, uh, disguised myself as Kacchan,” Izuku said.

“Wait, you could turn into anyone but you did it with Bakugou?! Why not Hagakure?” Mineta asked.

Shinsou gave him a piercing look while Izuku blushed.

“No, I swear this isn’t an R-rated suggestion! Could you effectively get a mutation quirk by making a shirt?”

Shinsou blinked. 

“Oh, that’s a great idea Mineta!” Izuku said. “There’s also Iida with his engines and Tsuyu with her quirk! Would the changes be purely cosmetic or could I actually gain their quirks, although I find that unlikely since I turned into a cat without cat-like abilities but then again I didn’t write ‘cat quirk’ on it, maybe…”

“And that was just one idea! Imagine how much more I could contribute to the team,” Mineta said in a showman-like way.

“Midoriya could have thought of that on his own,” Shinsou said.

Mineta shrugged, “Midoryia, we could do so much more,” he said before glancing at Shinsou, “What if we could make his hair purple but convince people it was always that way?”

Shinsou made a humming noise at that. 

“Oh, that would be interesting too! We could stretch the limits of the reality-warping,” Izuku said.

“Exactly,” Mineta said, holding out his hands crossed over one another. One hand pointed towards Izuku and the other towards Shinsou. “Now, shake my hand. Come on boys, won’t you shake a poor, sinner’s hand?”

Shinsou shook one hand and Izuku took the other.

“Yessss,” Mineta said evilly. “Are you ready?” he asked, dramatically.

“Are you ready?!” Kaminari shouted from inside the building.

“Are you reaaaadyyyyy?” Mineta asked again, with a musical lit. 

“Umm, yes?” Izuku said, already questioning his decision. “Also, was Kaminari overhearing us?” Izuku asked.

“Nah, I just told him to shout that on my cue,” Mineta said. “The Cool Shirt has sway .”

“This so dumb,” said Shinsou.

“It’s for the draaaammmmaaaa!” Mineta whined.

“Ok, so when can we give Midoriya purple hair? I am here for him becoming the second-worst purple-haired person at our school,” Shinsou said.

“S-second worst?” Izuku asked. 

“Who’s the worst?” Mineta asked cautiously. 

“You,” he said simply. 

The tension in the air was palpable, so Izuku awkwardly said he’d grab a new shirt. He went into the dorm and everyone was still chatting about Mineta’s shirt. 

“I can’t believe Mineta had such a manly shirt. I was really losing hope for him,” Kirishima said.

“I know! I’m starting to think he’s been misunderstood by us,” Ashido said. 

Izuku suppressed a shiver at that and made his way to his room. Once there, he grabbed a handful of shirts and took them with him to the two purple-haired boys. 

When he arrived, Mineta was sitting dazed by the bushes. 

“Oh, I was about to text you to bring an extra shirt. He mentioned something gross so I used my quirk on him. Cool Shirt isn’t fit to be under his care,” Shinsou said. 

“Agreed,” Izuku said, handing a blank shirt over to him. 

“Take off the shirt you’re wearing and put this on,” Shinsou commanded. 

Mineta complied and then Shinsou snatched Cool Shirt, tossing it to Midoriya who tossed it into the trash. After that, he relinquished his control on Mineta. 

Mineta blinked. “You used your quirk on me!”

“Next time, you're going to sit still with no thoughts for half an hour. Think carefully before you say something disgusting,” Shinsou scolded. 

Mineta pouted but nodded. 

Izuku wrote ‘I have purple hair’ on one shirt and showed it off.

“Wow, that’s a nice color on you, Midoriya!” Mineta said, clearly trying to regain lost cookie-points. 

“You should reword it next time. Maybe say ‘I have always had purple hair?’” Shinsou suggested.

Izuku did just that and put on the shirt. Shinsou fixed his eyes to the sky while Mineta didn’t seem to be looking much of anywhere.

“H-how do I look?” Izuku asked. Shinsou kept staring up while Mineta looked at him and frowned. 

“I thought it was going to do something interesting,” he said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Shinsou smirked while staring at the clouds. “What color is his hair?” Shinsou asked. 

“It’s still purple!” Mineta exclaimed. 

Izuku looked to Shinsou, who give him a wink, gaze fixed somewhere above his head. 

“Mineta…what was your suggestion for the shirt?” Izuku asked. 

“I don’t know, something to do with your hair, but it stayed the same!”

Izuku pulled the shirt off and Mineta paled. “Oh…I remember now. What the hell was that?!”

Shinsou stopped looking up and faced Mineta. “That was your idea.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would affect me, how were you not affected?!” Mineta demanded. 

“I wasn’t looking at his shirt. If you don’t read it, it doesn’t affect you.”

Mineta frowned. “Then, disguising yourself could get dangerous if you're not careful.”

“Hmm, I might have an idea. But first, we need to take Shinsou to Recovery Girl. You had quirk backlash, right?” Izuku asked. 

“Oh, yeah. But put a shirt on,” Shinsou said. 

“Oh, right.” He turned the shirt he just had on inside out and put it on. “Is my hair still green?”

Shinsou nodded. 

“Awsome, Mineta, please don’t do anything too crazy while we’re gone,” Izuku said. 

“Define ‘crazy.’”

“I will brainwash you again,” Shinsou said. 

“Ok, I get it,” Mineta said sadly. 

The next day was a Monday and Izuku made a special shirt for Shinsou. As class 1-A trickled in, there was a moment of confusion followed by clarity when they saw Shinsou sitting behind Izuku. 

Eventually, Mineta arrived and tried to take his seat…but noticed Shinsou was there. “Umm, Shinsou?”

Shinsou merely raised an eyebrow at him.

“I think you’re in my spot,” Mineta said. 

“What do you mean?” Yaoyorozu asked from behind Shinsou. 

“He’s in my spot,” Mineta said.

“But…where else would he sit?” Yaoyorozu asked, as though moments away from calling Recovery Girl.

Mineta stammered. “I-I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure I sit there.”

“Dude, I think I would remember if you sat there. Are you sure you’re in this class?” asked Sero.

“I know I am! There must be an imposter!” Mineta said. 

“Imposter?!” cried Ashido and Kaminari. Kaminari began nervously fidgeting with Ojiro’s tail.

“Guys, this is obviously a mistake of some kind,” Kirishima started, waving his hands in a pacifying way. 

“No, that’s the only thing that makes sense,” said Todoroki. “We must work to find this ‘imposter.’” Todoroki’s eyes darted from person to person in the class. 

“Consider it a hunch, but I believe it is our balled-hair friend,” said Aoyama. 

“Me?!” Mineta cried. 

“It is kinda sus that you said there was an imposter to begin with,” Ashido said with narrowed eyes. 

“What about that guy? I’ve never seen him before in my life!” Mineta said, pointing at Ojiro. 

Ojiro wilted. “I’ve been here since day one.”

“So have I!”

“Hmm, I think Mineta is onto something about him,” Kaminari said, releasing his hold on the tail that he was fidgeting with. 

“You literally play with my tail every day,” Ojiro said in a pained tone. 

“I agree with you, Kaminari,” said Uraraka. “I don’t remember seeing him either.”

“What the hell guys,” Ojiro groaned. 

“If anyone, I’m betting on Aoyama,” Tokoyami intoned. 

“Moi?!”

“I just don’t see how he’s a real person,” Tokoyami explained. 

“Is it because I sparkle too much~?” Aoyama asked.

Tokoyami narrowed his eyes. “Also, I don’t think you’re even French,” he said.

“Trés cruel!” Aoyama exclaimed. 

“He’s got a point! He literally said an English word with ‘trés’ in front of it,” Ashido said. 

“But…that was French…” Aoyama said weakly.  

Soon, Aizawa came in and scanned the classroom. “You,” he said, pointing to Mineta. Mineta perked up hopefully. “Get out.” Mineta deflated while Aoyama cheered. 

“What? But…why?” he asked. 

“You are the only one not sitting. Take it up with Nedzu if you want, but there are supposed to be 20 students in this class and no more than that,” Aizawa responded. 

Mineta walked out of the room while Shinsou snickered. 

During lunch, there was yet another dilemma. 

At class 1-B’s lunch table, Monoma turned to Kendo. “Who’s that?” he asked Kendo.

“What do you mean?” she asked in turn.

“That mysterious man,” Monoma clarified. For good measure he also nodded towards the man in question. 

Kendo caught sight of him and said, “Hmm, could he be from the business course?” 

“Maybe,” Monama said, keeping the stranger within his line of sight. 

Izuku walked through the cafeteria noting all of the suspicious eyes on him. Today, Izuku sought to see if even All Might would not be able to recognize him, so he’d walk to the teacher’s lounge after getting his plate. As he walked on, he began to wonder if there were security cameras. There probably were, knowing UA and Principal Nedzu. With that being the case, were the cameras immune to his quirk? If they weren’t, he might have a talk with Nedzu or another adult very soon. 

Once in the lounge, he could see Vlad King, Aizawa, Mirio, Eri, and All Might. 

With a false confident smile, he strutted in. 

“Mr. Deku!” Eri exclaimed while the others gazed at him with caution. 

“Eri, I know he has green hair, but I don’t think he’s him,” Mirio said softly. “Howdy, stranger! What brings you here?” he asked in a different tone, standing up and in front of Eri. 

“Uh, I umm, I thought this is where the custodians eat,” Izuku said, spitting out his lie better than he thought he would. 

“Oh, no sir! It’s on the other side of the building. Sorry about the confusion!” Mirio replied.

“I-It’s alright. Umm, All Might?” Izuku asked, directing his gaze to his mentor. 

“Yes, young man?” All Might asked. 

“Umm, hi,” he said and shuffled from foot to foot. 

All Might let out a weak laugh, something that’s unfortunately becoming the norm now that he’s stuck in his skinny form. “I’m sorry, did you want an autograph from old me?”

“Ah, yes! That would be great!” Izuku said, gaining genuine enthusiasm at that. His second All Might autograph? And one that wasn’t in a burnt and sodden book?!

All Might chuckled and signed his name on his napkin, which he thanked him profusely for. Izuku will have to have this framed! He smiled and thanked him for his time before heading out. He didn’t make it far when he heard the door open after him. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Deku?” Eri asked innocently. 

Izuku turned and faced her with a kind smile. 

“Why don’t the others recognize you?” she asked. 

Izuku kneeled, placing his tray down next to him. 

“It’s because of my quirk, can you keep a secret?”

She nodded vigorously.

“I can write stuff on shirts and make people see things differently.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Do you know what this says?” he asked her. 

“Umm,” Eri said, peering at his shirt then looking up at the ceiling, mumbling to herself. “Is one of the words ‘and’?”

“That’s right! This all together says ‘Glasses and mustache disguise’,” Izuku said. 

Eri mumbled it and looked at the shirt, following along with the characters on his shirt. Then, she paled. 

“Where did Mr. Deku go?” she asked, voice trembling. 

“I’m sorry Eri, I’m here!” Izuku said, peeling off the shirt. He had put it over his uniform, so he was mercifully still fully clothed. 

Eri blinked and her lips wobbled. “I got scared that you went away.”

“I’m so sorry Eri. I didn’t think the quirk would work on you like it did the others. You’re such a smart cookie for being able to understand what each word meant!” Izuku finished with a brave smile. Inside, he felt terrible for what he briefly put Eri through. He honestly did not think the quirk would affect her. Especially because Pony from 1-B couldn’t be more illiterate than a child…right? 

Eri nodded and held out her arms, a silent plea for a hug. Izuku was more than happy to comply. 

“Problem Child,” Aizawa stated. Izuku looked up. “Why are you here?”

“Ummm…” he started, pulling away from Eri.

“To give me a hug!” Eri exclaimed. 

Both Aizawa and Izuku looked at her. 

“Mr. Deku gave me a hug when I needed it. The guy with glasses and mustaches was scary,” she said. Which…wasn’t as much of a lie as it was misleading. Izuku was stunned at her ability to bend the truth. 

“...I’m going to ask Nedzu a few questions,” Aizawa said, before stalking off. 

“Eri, did you lie for me?” Izuku asked in awe and horror. 

“It’s just a little white lie! Mr. Lemillion taught me,” she said proudly. 

“How did that come up?”

“Mr. Suneater asked me if I liked his outfit and I told him no. Next time I will tell a ‘little white lie’ to be nicer!” she said with cheer. 

“Oh, that makes sense. But you don’t need to lie for people like you did for me. I’m sorry for putting you in that situation, I shouldn’t have let that happen,” he said. 

“You didn’t have to save me, but you did,” she said in a soft voice. “You seemed like you needed saving so I saved you.”

Izuku’s heart melted and he asked Eri if she’d like another hug. She beamed and accepted it.

After all of that, Izuku was expecting Aizawa to do something. For some reason, the rest of the week went by and nothing out of the ordinary happened. There was no way Nedzu didn’t check the security cameras by now to see him enter the teacher’s lounge and see him take on and off the shirt. Which either means he’s biding his time or he was covering for him. Either possibility was horrifying. 

At any rate, Izuku was running off of anxious fumes when he got tapped on the shoulder by Kirishima. 

“Hey man, Bakugou is super suspicious something is going on. I thought I should warn you so you guys don’t start another fight,” Kirishima said. 

“What?!” Izuku asked. 

“I know, I think it’s a little weird, but he’s set on thinking you are up to something.”

Izuku paled. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll go hide now.”

Izuku hid in his room that night and the next evening. Unfortunately, his hiding didn’t last longer than that. 

A knocking noise sounded from his balcony. Izuku blinked and crawled out of his bed to check. The sliding door that led to his balcony was locked and the curtains were pulled over it. Even after finding out Aoyama benevolently delivered him cheese that way, he still wanted to find a way to ensure his safety and privacy. 

He pulled the curtains apart and was met with angry red eyes. Kacchan . Izuku squeaked and closed the curtains.

“Deku, did you just close the curtains on me?!” Bakugou shouted.

Izuku opened the curtain again. He looked mad. Worse still, he was wearing Cool Shirt. Izuku shivered upon seeing two forces to be reckoned with combined.

“Let me in already!” Bakugou demanded. 

“Th-the shirt doesn’t work on me!” Izuku said. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m only wearing it to test my theory. Let me in!”

Izuku let him in, regretting his decision at every step. 

Bakugou watched Izuku close the door. Izuku gulped. “Are we doing this here?”

“Hell yeah, we are! I need answers,” he said, his form seeming bigger than it really was. 

Izuku gulped and held up his fists. 

“The fuck?” Bakugou asked. 

“What?”

“Go sit your ass on that bed!” he demanded. 

Izuku blinked and did as he was told. 

Bakugou took out a notebook. “Tell me,” he grumbled. “How long have you been fucking with reality with shirts?”

“Umm, what?”

“How long were you able to do that shit?”

“Not too long, it’s a recent development.”

Bakugou noted it down. “How do you feel when it happens?”

“Umm, it depends? It’s a little terrifying sometimes but…I kinda like doing it?”

“Is that a question? Or do you like making reality your bitch?”

Izuku bit his lip and nodded. “I like it,” he said in a small voice. 

Bakugou scribbled another note and tsked, shaking his head. “Why didn’t you tell All Might?” Bakugou asked.

“W-well, I don’t think it’s related to One for All. So, it wasn’t that important.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell him because it isn’t important,” he stated.

“Yes?” Izuku squeaked.

“Deku,” Bakugou said in a flat tone.

“Fine! I didn’t tell him because I liked experimenting on my own!”

Bakugou nodded and wrote that down. 

“What even is this?” Izuku asked sourly. 

“A fucking therapy session. Because why the hell would you warp reality and not tell anyone other than Grape Stain and Mindfuck? I even asked Todoroki what’s up and he said you’ve been fucking thrift shopping. I know damn well that Auntie Inko doesn’t trust you with money because you always spend it on shit you don’t need. So what the fuck has been going on?”

“I didn’t mean for Mineta to know. And I thought Shinsou’s quirk would be helpful for figuring this out,” Izuku said in an apologetic tone.

“Fine, whatever, I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me,” Bakugou said sourly. “I also don’t care that you told those idiots at all. What I do care about is that you didn’t tell anyone else. What about Round Face? Isn’t she your girlfriend or some shit?”

“G-G-G-GIRLFRIEND?!” Izuku cried, face going from red to purple real fast. 

“Don't you dare pass out before we’re done here!”

Izuku nodded dazedly. 

“Deku,” Bakugou said, waiting to see Izuku recover. Izuku took a moment to get his blood pressure back to normal and nodded. 

“We’re going to Aizawa,” Bakugou said.

“What?”

Bakugou didn’t respond. Instead, he rifled through his closet. He picked up a shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. “Put this on.”

Izuku blinked owlishly. “Huh?”

“We’re going to tell the teacher what’s been going on. He might ask for proof, so there that is.”

“Why are we doing this now?” Izuku asked.

“Because you should have gone to him weeks ago!”

Sunday night was normally an easy night for dorm duty. Lessons would resume the next day, so people were catching up on last-minute assignments and were taking part in much fewer hooligan antics. It was Aizawa Shouta’s break night.

Shouta was pouring over some case notes from his hero job when there was a knock at the door. He sighed, realizing that his peace was too good to be true. He carefully covered his sensitive files before calling out “Come in,” knowing full well he’s going to hear or see something he’ll regret.

The door swung open and Bakugou thunderously made his way in. Shouta was surprised to see him, given that he seldom ever comes to him for anything. 

“Bakugou, is something the matter?” he asked.

Bakugou nodded. He glanced behind him and groaned. Stomping away, he slung something over his shoulder and threw it to the ground. It was a cat. 

“Use your quirk,” Bakugou said, pointing to the animal. 

Shota rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Are you serious?”

“I am. You should do it.”

Bakugou was also wearing a really cool shirt, so Shouta had a hard time staying annoyed at him. So, he complied. 

And then the cat turned into Midoriya Izuku. Shota blinked. The cat was back. He activated his quirk. Now, Midoriya was back. He glanced at Bakugou and found that his shirt also changed. It was now a generic t-shirt with ‘Cool Shirt’ written on it in marker. Shota looked back at Problem Child numero uno and blinked. Now the Problem Child was a cat. 

Cat-child meowed and Bakugou turned to him with a frown, squinting his eyes. The child meowed again and Bakugou slowly nodded.  

Shota was too sleep-deprived for this. He activated his quirk and Problem Child numero dos sent a scowl at him. 

“Hey, I was starting to break through the shitty quirk!” he exclaimed. 

“I don’t care, you came here for a reason. What the hell is this?” Shota asked in a tone that indicated that he’s too deep in sleep debt to emotionally handle this. 

“It’s Deku's quirk,” Problem Child 2 said gruffly. 

“Yeah, I guess my quirk is a bit more complicated than we first realized…Haha,” Problem Child 1 said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Shota groaned and planted his face onto his desk. The amount of paperwork something like this would involve is staggering. Most people don’t discover that their quirk is actually completely different than what they first thought it was. Normal people simply understand their quirks better and make minor adjustments. Damn it, problem children!

He did not sign up for this job to deal with this insanity.