MHA// Izuku Midoriya

The common area of the Class 3 A dorms was unusually peaceful for a Tuesday evening. The soft hum of the refrigerator mingled with the low chatter of students unwinding after a grueling day of hero training. Denki Kaminari was sprawled across one of the sofas, half heartedly scrolling through his phone while Kirishima and Sero engaged in a heated debate about which gym routine yielded better results. Even Bakugo seemed almost tolerable, slumped in an armchair with his arms crossed, eyes closed in what might have been a nap or just his usual scowl.

The tranquility shattered like glass when a blood curdling scream tore through the floorboards from the upstairs dormitory corridor. It wasn't a scream of pain or fear it was a raw, unfiltered sound of pure, unadulterated rage.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK "

The entire room froze. Kaminari nearly dropped his phone, and Uraraka's tea cup paused halfway to her lips. The silence that followed was deafening. Midoriya Izuku the student who apologized to inanimate objects when he bumped into them, the student who spoke with nothing but polite earnestness had just dropped an F bomb that sounded like it came from the depths of Tartarus.

"WHO DID THIS?! WHO THE HELL WAS IN MY ROOM?!"

Heavy, stomping footsteps thundered down the stairwell. A moment later, Izuku burst into the lobby. His green curls were wilder than usual, standing up like static electricity, and his face was flushed a deep, furious crimson. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with shock and fury. In his shaking hands, he held a shattered plastic relic: the Golden Age All Might Limited Edition figure.

The arm dangled uselessly by a thread of plastic, and the neck socket was empty. The head was gone.

"THIS WAS A ONE OF A KIND COLLECTOR'S PIECE!" Izuku roared, his voice cracking as he brandished the mutilated figure toward the stunned crowd like a weapon. "WHO TOUCHED MY STUFF?! WHO WAS IN MY DORM?! ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD "

I'm going to find you!"

Izuku's chest heaved, green sparks of One For All beginning to crackle involuntarily around his limbs, though it wasn't for combat it was pure, unbridled agitation. The air in the room felt charged, not with heroism, but with the terrifying aura of a fanboy who had lost his most sacred treasure.

"Midoriya... dude, calm down, you're literally sparking," Kaminari stammered, raising his hands defensively while backing toward the kitchen counter. His eyes kept darting between the broken plastic limbs and Izuku's murderous expression.

"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!" Izuku spun toward Kaminari, his voice reaching a pitch that made several students flinch. He shoved the headless torso closer to the blonde boy's face. "This was the 2011 bronze finish limited edition! My mom gave me this when I was six! Someone came into my private space, violated my sanctum, and decapitated All Might! DO YOU REALIZE THE DISRESPECT THIS IS?!"

Bakugo's eyes snapped open at the commotion. He stared at the trembling, cursing nerd in the center of the room for three full seconds before letting out a harsh, derisive snort. "Tch. Shut up, Deku. You're making more noise than an actual villain attack."

"SHUT UP, KACCHAN! THIS ISN'T A JOKE!" Izuku shrieked back, turning his glare toward Bakugo. The usual deference he showed his friend was completely absent, replaced by something far more dangerous: righteous fury. "Someone did this. Someone in this building. Someone who thinks it's funny to destroy history!"

The lobby fell into an uncomfortable murmur. Ashido and Hagakure exchanged worried glances, while Iida stood up abruptly, his engines sputtering slightly in his panic. "Midoriya! While I understand your distress, we must maintain decorum and follow proper disciplinary procedures! We should report this to Aizawa sensei immediately "

"I DON'T WANT A REPORT, I WANT THE HEAD BACK!" Izuku slammed the broken figure down onto the coffee table with a clatter that made everyone jump. His hands were trembling violently as he pointed a finger at the group. "Which one of you was wandering around the third floor tonight? Which one of you thought it would be funny to touch my collection?!"