You see, Izuku had a reason why he kept the name Deku, his friends thought it was because of what Uraraka said, while in truth he found it an extremel... lucky opportunity to be called Deku by everyone he knows.That’s why he felt guilty, he manipulated his friends in to calling him something which they normally wouldn’t, just so he could slink back into his room and fantasize about the different ways his classmates, if they were as bold as Kacchan, would humiliate him and make fun of him.Deku,. Already red-faced, Bill exited the room and started down the hall. The doors of the elevator opened just as he arrived at the end of the hall and a group of females got off and just snickered at him as he stared at the floor while they passed. He stepped on the elevator and quickly pushed the floor number and ‘door close’ buttons, but to his disappointment, a hand reached inside the door and stopped it from closing. A well-dressed woman, whom he did not know entered the elevator and stared at. Eventually, Katrina trekked and trudged through the forest to her grandmother’s manor. Her grandmother was an elderly woman but still beautiful for her age. She greeted Katrina with a hug. “What’s wrong, my dear? Is there something on your mind that you would like to talk about?”“Oh, grandmother! I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been overcome by depravity.”“Relax, Katrina. I’ll help you feel better.”“How, grandmother?”“Trust me, my dear, and remove your clothes.”The young beauty lay nude. How, oh how could she turn this around, she asked herself. There must be a way. She searched for her purse to search for her other phone but it was nowhere to be found and that sent her into another rage and bout of self-loathing. She had no landline and no choice but to call Joel on the illicit cell phone. She called and she called. He ignored her calls, ignored her messages, ignored her texts and every turn of the back to her plight sent her shivering into a dark valley of fear and loathing..