Izuru was being kept under close watch by scientists - or, 'teachers,' as they so graciously referred to themselves - in his dorm room at Hope's Peak Academy. Few people knew of his existence, let alone did they dare interact with him.

That was fine. Izuru is far short of a social butterfly, after all.

Izuru was quietly clicking away at the keys on his school laptop. Hell only knew what he was doing, but, somehow, he was entertained.