Venting is a Fun Sport

“Aizawa!” Toshinori Yagi let out a bloody cough in surprise as the capture weapon tightened around him.“I think it’s time we have a chat.” Aizawa leveled his glare at the blond.“Midoriya had a breakdown in the cafeteria today.” Aizawa stated bluntly. He wasn’t a fan of beating around the bush. He liked to get straight to the point.Yagi knew what this was about. Or at least, he thought he did. Midoriya had been understandably distressed when he had told him what Sir. Nighteye had seen in his vision. Yet the expected tears hadn’t flowed. Instead, he was met with determination and a promise to defy fate.Yet… If this was, in fact, what he’d broken down over, than young Midoriya must’ve put on a brave face, pretending everything would be alright.So, the next words from Aizawa were a shock. “Apparently, Sir. Nighteye has deemed him unworthy of your quirk and wants him to give it to Mirio Togata.”