This has seriously got to stop.

Now.

You slammed open the door, making it hit the wall as you stormed inside.

Loud music was blaring from an old phonograph as Izuku worked on some new project in his messy workspace. Bits and pieces of metal and gadgets were everywhere, making it practically impossible to navigate through.

You just walked over the pieces, fuming. “Izuku!” You tried to yell over the music.

He was just bobbing his head to the music, his goggles on as sparks flew from his work.

“Izuku!” You tried again, seriously pissed off. Was he ignoring you or something? You finally got to him, pulling your hand into a fist and slamming it down on the phonograph, making the music come to an abrupt stop. “Izuku!”

He turned in his chair to look up at you, “That’s me!~”

“Half a dozen enforcers, dead! Enforcers! Dead!” You yelled, your voice echoing through the now silent workshop.

Izuku simply placed his goggles on his forehead, watching you. “Yeah,” he replied with a smile.

“A building, blown to pieces!”

“Oh! Yeah.”

Did he not care about anything? “You actions have consequences, do you even know what you’ve done?”

“Yeah. So what? I was just having a little fun!” He insisted, cocking his head a little to the side as he looked up at you. The nerve of this kid.