Nezu wants to make a c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶a̶c̶t̶ DEAL deal. no trauma, bad.

Some time passed as I sat there, lost in thought, sifting through memories of the past—most of them, anyway. Before I could sink too deep, a knock at the door pulled me back to the present.

Knock knock.

"May I come in?" A high-pitched, almost squeaky voice called from the other side.

I blinked. That was… unexpected. Whoever it was, they didn't sound like any doctor or nurse I'd met so far.

"Go ahead," I replied.

The door swung open, and in walked—

Click.

Time froze to a standstill as color drained from the environment. I barely registered the familiar stillness - not even realising I had done it automatically - before confusion and shock flooded my mind.

I stared.

What the fuck...?!

I remained frozen, my thoughts racing. What was I even looking at? It wasn't just the fact that he looked like some weird mix between a rat, a dog, and a bear. It wasn't even the scar running down his face.

It was the fur.

White. Pristine. Untouched by the world.

A shiver ran down my spine.

My chest tightened, my breaths growing shallow and rapid. My fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them so hard that faint tears began to form in the fabric. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out all other sounds. My vision blurred at the edges, tunneling in on the creature in front of me—on the white fur.

Memories surged forward, violent and suffocating. The crushing weight. The cold, empty stare. The endless cycle of suffering.

Those red eyes.

IT-

no, no, no, no, no, NO!

I clenched my teeth, forcing my body to move. My trembling hands flew to my head, pressing against my temples as I squeezed my eyes shut. It's not him, it's not him, it's not him, I repeated over and over, the words a desperate lifeline as I willed myself to breathe, to think, to ground myself. Like all times before.

Slowly, the crushing panic began to ease. The fire in my lungs dulled. The icy grip on my limbs loosened.

I hesitated before finally reopening my eyes.

The first thing I saw was… black. Beady, almost shiny black eyes.

Not red.

I exhaled shakily, my breath finally steadying.

Fuck... I really wish I had exploded him more.

The thought drifted through my mind idly, I let out a slow breath before slumping back against the pillows.

Yeah… now seemed like a great time to take a break.

It's not like time was going anywhere.

--- (one Madoka-filled dream later)

I stared at the white-furred creature, my gaze steady as I finally loosened my grasp on time. The frozen world around me stirred, color bleeding back into the world again.

Click.

The door shut behind him. His expression shifted - first to confusion, his brow raising slightly as his gaze lingered on my face a little too long. Then, just as quickly, the confusion vanished, replaced by a light smile.

"Hello there," he greeted, his voice light and almost playful. "You might be wondering who I am. Or perhaps what I am? A mouse? A dog? A bear?"

He chuckled, his beady black eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High."

I stared at i̶t̶ nezu, befuddled at this response. That introduction was… new. But more importantly, why would the principal of a high school be talking to me?

"I see. Well, a pleasure to meet you, Nezu-san. My name is Homura Akemi," I replied, being polite is best in these situations. Then, after a brief pause, I asked, "But... why would the principal of a high school want to talk to me?"

Nezu's eyes sharpened instantly, scanning my face like he was searching for something. But after a moment, as if satisfied with whatever he found, he let out a light chuckle. 

"Well, during a hero rescue training course off-campus, a group of villains attacked and wounded some of the students. After the situation was resolved, you appeared—falling out of a crack in the air, with extreme injuries." He tilted his head slightly, his beady black eyes watching me closely.

"It would be obvious, as the principal of U.A., to ensure you weren't a suspicious individual. But considering the information I've gathered so far…" He trailed off for a second before offering a small smile. "I find it far more plausible that you simply arrived at the wrong place, at the wrong time. But I could be wrong... I would find it in our best interests if you would tell me your side of things?"

I stared at the small creature, shock evident on my face. But I quickly schooled my expression as I realised it.

I see. That actually makes a lot of sense. Heroes and villains being a thing… if superpowers are commonplace, then of course, society would shape itself around them.

Still, this timing couldn't be worse. I must look incredibly suspicious, showing up right after their students were attacked. If our positions were reversed, I wouldn't trust me either. Thankfully, for one reason or another - maybe because of my age - Nezu doesn't seem to think I had any malicious intent.

Now, I just have to give my side of things.

I took a deep breath. I'd stick with the memory loss excuse. It was simple, hard to disprove, and gave me room to maneuver. But I couldn't let my guard down. Nezu might look unassuming, but he was a lot sharper than he seemed. He had already noticed the change in me before and after my time stop.

And that was just from the short time frame of just entering the room.

I met his gaze, carefully composing my expression. "I… don't remember much," I said, keeping my voice measured. "Everything is blurry. I remember fighting a... very powerful villain… barely holding my own. I was protecting my best friend, but then a building collapsed, and I was caught in the debris. Everything went black. And when I came to, I was here, in this hospital bed."

Nezu remained silent for a moment, his small paws folded neatly in front of him as he studied me. His beady black eyes, though unreadable.

"I see. Well, it seems you've been through a lot, Akemi-san. You have my condolences," Nezu said, his voice carrying an air of sympathy, though his sharp gaze never wavered. "Memory is quite the finicky thing, and injuries can sometimes cause gaps to form. A frustrating ordeal, I'm sure."

I gave a small nod, staying silent.

"In any case," he continued, his tone lighter than before, "now that we've settled that, may I ask you a few questions of my own?"

I met his gaze, my posture tense but composed. "That depends," I said carefully. "What kind of questions?"

Nezu chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "Oh, nothing too intrusive. Just some things I'm curious about. After all, it's not every day someone appears out of thin air, is it?"

I resisted the urge to shift under his scrutiny. "I suppose not." I can't deal with this, It was fine talking to people I knew like my own soul through the hundreds of loops, but. I don't do well in social situations.

"Excellent!" He clapped his small paws together. "Then, let's start with something simple. Akemi-san, do you have a Quirk?" he smiled.

I hesitated for the briefest moment, but that was all the confirmation he needed.

Nezu's smile didn't falter. "Ah, I see. Well then, if you do have one, what would you say it is?"

I paused, weighing my options before letting out a quiet sigh. I needed to tell him something - just enough to avoid looking suspicious - but I wouldn't reveal everything. At least, not yet.

"I can summon a shield," I said, lifting my arm slightly to gesture at the one resting against it. Letting it vanish and reappear once. "It allows me to teleport, and I can store a large number of inanimate objects inside."

Nezu's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh? Now that's quite the versatile ability," he mused. "Teleportation and storage combined... there is alot of possibilities with that."

I simply nodded, keeping my expression neutral.

He hummed thoughtfully. "And this shield - does it have any other properties? Durability, perhaps?"

I hesitated for only a fraction of a second. "It's very strong," I admitted. "I don't know what it's made of, but it's been able to withstand a lot."

Nezu chuckled. "I see. Must quite reliable." Did he figure something out?

I didn't respond.

His beady black eyes studied me closely as if he were piecing together a puzzle. "And this teleportation = how does it work? Is it instant? Limited by distance?"

I met his gaze, keeping my voice steady. "It's instant, and it does have a limit on range, as the further the distance, the more draining."

Nezu nodded slowly, tapping a paw against the armrest of his chair. "Interesting," he murmured before his smile returned in full force. "Well, Akemi-san, you are full of surprises."

I didn't like the way he said that.

"For now, I believe that satisfies my curiosity," he continued. "Though I do hope we'll have more opportunities to talk in the future."

I exhaled silently, relieved that the questioning had ended for now.

"That said," Nezu continued, his tone shifting to something more official, "we still need to address what comes next. As far as I and the hospital staff can tell, you have no records—no background, no history, nothing to indicate where you came from. That also means you have nowhere to go."

"From this brief conversation alone, I can already tell you have quite the potential. So rather than leave you adrift with no support, I'd like to offer you a proposal." he smiled.

I remained silent, guarded. And, if I was being honest, slightly annoyed.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about him - something in the way he spoke, the way he smiled, the way he seemed to know just enough.

He had that feeling.

like Oriko

Tch

I quickly pushed the thoughts aside, she was already dealt with and far behind me now, nothing more than a distant memory.

 "What's your proposal, Nezu?" I asked

"How would you like to attend U.A. High?" he responded in a flash. W-wha...hold on, wait, was this his entire objective? The entire conversation?!

A/N most likely ooc, for homura, it's cause she has done many more loops, and said loops are quite different from the first half. More trauma, basically. nezu, im doing a mix of chaotic little shit, rat god, and a principal. 

comment and tell me how you like this chapter. Also, it ain't Madoka Magica without some form of pain.

im sorry for the little bits of crack, its how i live in my life, as it is a joke.