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    It was a typical Friday morning for Bakugou Katsuki. He woke up at his typical time of six in the morning. Due to the many years of waking up early in the morning, he did not require an alarm clock to wake him up. He still had one though, even though it was practically no use to him. Just one of those 'extra touches' on his dorm room so that it looked like his parents actually cared.

     Katsuki rolled out of bed, not very eager to get out of bed- but a cold shower and some breakfast sounded just about right. Katsuki made his bed and went to his wardrobe to retrieve his uniform for school- he had three of them, really it was the one thing his parents really bought out of true necessity before the dorms were built. Hell, his mother bought him everything in this room just to put up a front that she actually cared about him. He made sure he had all he needed to get ready for the day- uniform, towel, skincare, backpack, and the rest of what he needed as he walked out of his dorm and closed the door.  Of course, Katsuki bought most of what was in his hands on his own- considering that his parents absolutely refused to spend a dime on him unless in the public eye. It wasn't easy getting money- and holding a job while also training to become a pro hero didn't really mesh that well.

    So, what Katsuki resorted to was just seasonal work- summer and winter were the times when he had some money and that was it. Katsuki was closer to the shower hall now, one of the advantages of waking up so early was that he was the first one to use the showers, and the only one awake. Which was preferable to Katsuki. Sure, he wasn't insecure about his body, and he didn't really care about what people thought of him- but what did embarrass him was his inevitable need to sing in the shower. It helped him with his English- listening to musicians who sang in English taught him how the language was actually spoken. It's not as if they really taught the language properly. Because of this, Katsukis way English was actually unprecedented by his teachers. Occasionally he would accidentally speak in English to his peers and it took him a minute to remember to speak in Japanese. It was impressive to his teachers, but overall? It was just humiliating.

     Katsuki threw all his belongings on the bench past the first curtain of the shower. Each shower had two curtains- the first covered a small area that you would put your belongings down, hang up your towel, and the like. The second curtain just covered the shower so that your things wouldn't get water on them. Katsuki turned on the shower, making sure the water was the right temperature, undressed, and got in. Katsuki liked his showers colder. Well, it was less that he liked cold showers and more that he needed to take cold showers or else he breaks out in a sweat right after- and knowing his sweat that would be more than dangerous. So, cold showers were easier for him to handle. It also helped his body's internal temperature. Due to the temperature oriented nature of his quirk- it was very difficult for his temperature to stay level. 

    Even though it would be considered a medical issue, his parents never saw the need to take him to a quirk specialist- waking up to hot for his own skin in the middle of the night as a child should have been a sign in itself- but to his parents? No, not at all. His preference of colder showers wasn't just medical- they also calmed him down substantially. He knew that he's hot-headed and he had to learn how to deal with that. Growing up in a household like his own had its own affects. His mother was just as hot-headed as he was, while his father- well, he didn't even want to think about his father. Too many things happened surrounding that house. 

     With the water running through his blonde locks, Katsuki was at ease- though, the thing about showers and being alone in general- is that his thoughts were way too loud. Obviously, thinking about his parents was the last thing he wanted to do this early in the morning. If he wasn't thinking about his parents it was about the League of Villain's- or it was about him being part of the reason All MIght retired. There was just way too much going on in his brain all at once. Something that helped fix that though, was singing- then, and only then- was his brain quiet.

[Aizawa POV]

     Five thirty. Sharp. Every single morning. Shouta was a man of routine. Get up, coffee- eat, maybe- try to want to get dressed- hand out his students prescribed medications, figure out what section of his lesson plan the students were working on today, and that was generally every one of his mornings. Recently with the Kamino incident involving Bakugou Katsuki and the League of Villains- his lesson plan had to change substantially. The Students staying in the newly built dorms and all homeroom teachers required to stay on the premises to protect the students was also impacting this as well. 

     These high-schoolers were living lives of adults and dealing with problems that Shouta hadn't dealt with until he himself was already out of UA as a pro hero. He felt bad for these kids- most of them want to be here for the good of the people- they aren't here for money, they aren't here for the fame- they're here because they want to make the world a better place. Though, it's also getting constantly thrown at their face that in the world of heroes and villains it's as if you've woken up in a place you've never been before. Constant blood is shed along with tears. The public only really gets to see the pretty things. 

     One thing that makes Shouta get out of bed it help mentor and guide each and every one of his students. He couldn't be more proud of any of them. Especially the ones who are suffering the most. The ones like Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki. The only reason Shouta has even noticed whats going on in their lives is because he dealt with similar feelings when he was young. Midoriya's constant need for validation that he's not worthless- Bakugou's inability to connect with people out of fear- and worst of all is Todoroki's crystal clear generational trauma that he possesses. 

     Most of his other students are just fine- loving parents, stable homes- but not those three. It's hard to witness any of his students go through the things they've gone through. USJ, The Hero Killer, The Kamino Incident, even the recent threats of the press are getting out of hand. It's hard to watch any of them try to process these things on their own. Though, who it's hardest to watch is Bakugou. Sure, he's a problem child but Shouta knows that there's something going on in that kids head in the background. It's constant. Bakugou is always disassociating, snapping back to reality- it was concerning. The kid didn't have any medications registered. 

     Shouta thought that maybe the kid just got lost in his head too often- daydreaming, maybe. Unlikely, though. Bakugou doesn't seem like the day dream type. As well as every time that Bakugou does snap out of whatever state he's in he seems.. Scared? It was very odd to try to describe- but it would seem to feel as of though you've just realised that you have a terminal illness- or as if some monster had finally caught up to you in a nightmare. One thing Shouta did know about Bakugou though, is that the kid knew what he was passionate about and stuck to it. Music seemed to be one of those things because typically- every morning while Shouta was sitting down and sipping on his black coffee- numerous coords would drift through the walls of the dorms. 

     Always in English. Always. Bakugou never sang in Japanese. Shouta assumed it was to strengthen his vocabulary, or to clear his head- but if Bakugou knew how beautifully he sang? That kid could make the world spin with only his lungs. Bakugous songs were not long-lasting though. As unfortunate as it was, the tunes were always cut short around the fifteen minute mark. Shouta assumed this was from general routine or for getting yelled at by Mitsuki Bakugou for using the hot water. From what Shouta picked up when visiting the Bakugou household to request for Bakugou to stay at the dorms; he could tell there was little to no family dynamic in the household. 

     Another reason he felt like he owed the kid something- the kid was getting the second highest marks in the class- he absolutely swept any opponent off their feet during a battle; the kid was a natural- but, he knew that the Bakugou's were hiding something in that house. Something was happening in that house. He just couldn't figure out what it was. It frustrated him that he didn't know. Obviously something was happening between Bakugou and his parents that made the boy request all the way back in september- to stay at the dorm during the winter break. He felt obligated to help the kid. After all, It was what he was supposed to do.

     Truly, he was meant to report straight to Principal Nezu if he thought anything were awry. Any signs of abuse? Shouta was to report it. Signs of a medical issue? Report it. A confrontation between students? Report it. Shouta knew he was meant to do these things- but.. It was a very difficult decision. Bakugou Katsuki absolutely refused to be perceived as a victim. Especially after Bakugou was kidnapped this became increasingly obvious. He just didn't want to over step is all. Imagine- accusing the Bakugou's of abusing their son for it to be completely false? Wouldn't look too good for him.

     He cared so much about the kid though. It was unfair- nearly unlawful- how much he cared. He cared more about him than any other students in the school. Hell, even the teachers were unbearable. Sure, sure, Bakugou was unbearable at times- but Shouta knew that his hot-headed exterior was hiding the true kid inside. He just had to find a way to get it out.

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[Bakugou]

     The morning went by as it usually did, after eating a modest breakfast- he headed to the main UA campus. His schedule was the same as always. It's high school- of course it was. First was home room, English with Mic, lunch, Math with Ectoplasm, and then they have Hero Arts with Midnight. The same thing for the whole class nearly every single day. Of course, it was bound to get repetitive- but- y'know, before- every other day they had Hero training with AllMight- but ever since AllMight has been out of commission it's more Aizawa who's been taking the reins. AllMight is still there- just not as present as he used to be? If that made any sense. 

     Walking up the stairs of the school was the most tedious part of every morning. At first, back when he first started attending UA- he had a nice lengthy walk to school, so by the time he was actually climbing the stairs, the fog of sleep was long gone; but that wasn't how it was anymore. Of course, he could leave the dorms earlier and just walk around campus- but then he'd miss out on Iida making everyone their breakfast- and like hell he would miss it for a walk. Luckily enough for Bakugou, Mr.Aizawa was monotone just enough that listening to his voice wasn't as agonizing as most of the other teachers. Mic? Way too loud for his Hyperacusis. Midnight? Don't get him started. Generally, every voice he had to hear in that school was irritating.

     Except for Aizawa's, strangely enough. It was probably because Aizawa put off the vibe of 'I don't care about anything- but no, I actually do'. It was easy to listen to. Aizawa described what they'd be doing for today. For this morning, Aizawa was again taking over AllMight's Hero training class. Everyone was instructed to retrieve their hero costumes off the wall, change, and meet at the 'outdoor' indoor arena. Bakugou did as instructed and started to walk downstairs toward the boys change room, all the way in the back of the line, just how he liked it. Everyone in the class knew; don't talk to Bakugou in the morning, unless he talks to you first. 

     Because of this unspoken rule, nobody talked to him yet. Of which Bakugou was eternally grateful. He'd rather throw on his costume, get his anger out by throwing kicks and punches, and for nobody to talk to him. It was a no talking to him kind of day- 'Hey Baku-bro!' The only person who seemed to not follow this rule was of course, kirishima. 'The fuck you want shitty hair?' Kirishima reeled back a little but still continued to quicken his pace to follow Bakugou's. 'Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?' Bakugou looked at him like he was the biggest dipshit on Earth. Which he was. 'Seriously? Dude, I am not in the mood for this.' 

     Bakugou tried to quicken his pace. God- nobody was supposed to talk to him today. Always. Someone always had to ruin it. The reason Bakugou hated to talk in the morning was because the minute someone was too loud- his Hyperacusis flared up like crazy- and no matter what he did his ears would be ringing every time when it wasn't quiet. He hated it with a passion; and shitty hair just had to come along and fuck it all up. 'Hey- wait up!'  Kirishima quickened his pace even further to match Bakugou's. 'Oh my God- could you ever learn to leave me the fuck alone?' Kirishima jumped at Bakugou's tone. 'I do not have the energy to tolerate you today- keep fucking walking and just don't talk to me!'  Kirishima didn't even say anything after Bakugou spoke. Thankfully, he just kept walking as Bakugou stood in one spot rubbing the spot between his eyes.

      'Hey, kid-' Oh for fucks sake- Bakugou whipped around, oh it was Aizawa. 'What?-'  Bakugou spoke with a scowl. Aizawa chuckled under his breath and walked past Bakugou, expecting him to follow. Which he did. 'Is everything okay?- Like- in general?' 'You're not my therapist Sensei, I can handle it.' Aizawa shrugged with his hands in his pockets. 'You realise that you can talk to me- about anything at all, right?' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa like he was a stupidest human being to walk this Earth. 'Oh, yeah alright sure- for you to listen to what I have to say and then turn around and go right to principal Nezu? Nice try, teach.' 

Now, it was Aizawa's turn to stop in his tracks and look at Bakugou like he was an idiot. 'I'm not stupid Bakugou. I've met your parents- they put up a pretty good front but I know a bad set when I see it.' Bakugou turned to meet Aizawa's eyes. He could feel in his soul that his face looked pathetic at the moment. He didn't care enough to worry about it. 'You can talk to me.' Aizawa kept walking and Bakugou followed suit. 'After your next class come talk to me before lunch if you want. You know where my office is, right?' Bakugou shrugged 'Dropped off papers a few times, yeah-' At this point the two had made it to to the stairwell. 

     'Well, then it should be no challenge for you to pay me a visit.' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa 'What makes you think I'd even want to talk to you?' 'Just be quiet you'll see.' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa in offence. 'The fuck does that mean?-' '-Language.' Bakugou sighed in defiance but stayed silent. He was quiet for a solid minute before snapping 'So what am I supposed to be seeing?' Aizawa chuckled. 'Well, really it's supposed to be what you aren't feeling.'

[Aizawa]

     Aizawa smiled as he watched the boy try to figure out what Aizawa was implying. He gave him a few moments to try to figure it out. Bakugou visibly realised something, that much was clear. 'You don't make my ears hurt-' Bakugou said looking up to Aizawa. 'How could you even notice that?' 'You're always telling people to shut-up, at first I thought you were just a brat but then I realised that it actually physically hurt.' Bakugou was visibly dumbfounded. This kid really wore his emotions, didn't he? 'You have Hyperacusis right?'

     'How could you even tell?' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa, puzzled. Aizawa shrugged. 'So, what that's it? You don't know?' 'Nope.' Aizawa kept walking down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, Bakugou still standing at the top. 'I won't pair you with Kirishima by the way- you can ask all you want.' Aizawa said as Bakugou walked down the steps and scoffed. 'Don't expect me to hold back on anyone you pair me with sensei.' Bakugou said, turning to walk down the main hallway towards the boys change room.

     'Whatever ya say kid.'

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[Bakugou]

     After getting changed, y'know- last because he lagged behind because of Kirishima, and then because of Aizawa- he made his way towards the training arena. The training arena was actually outside and behind the school; but it was indoors, so that students could still train during more harsh weather. Bakugou pushed open one of the double doors and was faced with the backs of all his peers. Bakugou walked to the far side of all of his classmates in order to see Aizawa and wait for their sparing instructions.

     'Thank you, everyone for getting here on time.' Aizawa said, with a nod of his head. 'Today, as you already know you'll be sparing with one of your classmates. I've already picked your pairs-' Those words earned a groan of disapproval out of nearly everyone. '-I've chosen your pairs for a reason.' Aizawa said, glaring at the class. 'First up, Midoriya and Todoroki'

     Bakugou didn't really pay attention for their fight. The only person he really looked at during the spar was Midoriya. Bakugou noticed he was more dominantly using his legs instead of his arms. One day that will be his downfall. He broke his arms so many times that breaking them again would mean disrepair, and now instead he'll break his legs until he can't break them anymore. All those times Bakugou called him an idiot he was clearly telling the truth. Their fight went by generally quick. Todoroki winning over Midoriya because Todoroki was focusing more on his mid-range attacks while Midoriya was always more close-ranged.

     Next up was Ashido and Kaminari. Not a lot happened. At least that's what Bakugou thought, but when he snapped back to reality and Ashido had already won; but then, Aizawa was calling out his and Uraraka's name. Oh God not her- literally anyone but her. Bitch almost beat him during the sports festival. Well, when he said he wouldn't hold back he wasn't kidding. Thinking about his shitty parents thanks to Aizawa did not help for his 'Positive Mental Attitude'. Aizawa shouted out a countdown and off they went.

     Immediately Uraraka did what she does best and she floated. Bakugou didn't even move. He knew that's what she wanted him to do. Move, try to get up there, blast some holes into the ground so that she could pummel him with rocks. No chance. I wonder what's for lunch today. Bakugou contemplated as he waited for Uraraka to glide back down. Sometimes they like to switch it up- make American things. Maybe we'll have something with fries today- At this point Uraraka's feet had hit the ground, she looked confused. Good.

     Going against himself, Bakugou forced explosions from his palms and sprung upwards. Uraraka clearly expected him to only go forwards, and she jumped right into Bakugou's path. Perfect. Bakugou raised his right gauntlet and directed an explosion at her right from his palm. Uraraka flew through the air and hid the concrete with a sound that resonated through the training arena. Bakugou followed suit, landing on the ground with much more grace. Aizawa rushed over. After some smoke cleared from the impact Uraraka was found completely knocked out with blood rushing out of her forehead, and a gastly burn lining the right side of her neck. 

     Aizawa looked over to Bakugou, a mix of anger and disappointment coating his face. 'Iida!' Aizawa called over his shoulder to the class rep' who rushed over in normal Iida fashion. 'Y-Yes, sensei?' Aizawa sighed. 'Take Uraraka to recover girl, please?' Iida nodded and carefully picked the unconscious girl and up, and not so carefully, jogged out of the training arena with her limp in his arms. 'For the rest of you, class dismissed.' Aizawa told the rest of the class, who quickly began to file out. 'I assume not me?' 'No, not you Bakugou.'

     Once everyone was out of the arena Aizawa turned to face Bakugou. 'Are you kidding me? You already cause enough trouble while you and Midoriya are fighting over AllMight's quirk, and now you're deciding to pick a fight with not only Kirishima, but Uraraka as well? -'  'I'm not picking fights with anyone-' Bakugou cut Aizawa off in order to defend himself. 'Well then? What is it?- If you refuse to talk to me or anyone, for that matter- about what you're going through; Bakugou it is only going to get worse, and you will never find help. Trust me. The only people who find help are the ones who look for it.' 

     Bakugou looked to the side in shame. He knows what Aizawa's saying is true, he's been telling himself that for years, just never had the guts to come to grips with it. 'And now, because you wont talk to me, I've got a student who's bleeding out of her skull, and you are the reason for it.'  Aizawa sighed and rubbed his temples. 'You have no idea how lucky you are that I can cover for you.' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa, who now had his arms crossed in front of his chest. 'I'll be telling Nezu that this was simply an accidental outburst of pent-up anger. He'll either direct you to our school councillor, but more than likely you will just be suspended to the dorms for the week, depending on how severe Uraraka's injuries are. Just hope that they aren't severe.'

     'I Didn't mean to do that- I didn't mean to make it that strong.' Bakugou's breathing started to speed up. 'I was literally thinking about fries of all things- I didn't even put real intention towards it- I-'  Bakugou's breath hitched. Aizawa sighed. 'Why do you think you really did it? What were you thinking about before you spared?' Bakugou shrugged. 'Well, I was thinking about how stupid Deku was because of his new fighting style.' 'Nothing about Ashido and Kaminari's sparring match?' Bakugou shook his head. 'No, I zoned out for it, missed the whole thing.' Aizawa looked at him in confusion. 'It was nearly fifteen minutes.' Bakugou shrugged again. 'What about before Midoriya's match?'

    Bakugou hesitated for a few moments. 'We can stand here all day.' Aizawa said. Even though truly they only had around 25 minutes until the end of the period. Bakugou let out a sigh. 'I- Please, I don't want to talk about this-' Bakugou said, putting his hand over his eyes. God, he was pathetic. 'That's okay, but you'll have to tell me eventually so that I can help you.' Bakugou looked back up to Aizawa. 'What are you going to tell Principal Nezu?' 

     'That you were following instructions, therefore; you didn't do anything you weren't meant to.' Aizawa said, walking past Bakugou. 'But we have to go see him before he gets the wrong idea from Iida's point of view.' Bakugou moved to follow him through the training arena's doors. 'What if I get expelled?' Bakugou looked up at Aizawa, in genuine worry. 'Even if you've paralyzed her, I will do everything in my power to make sure you aren't.' Aizawa held the door open for Bakugou to walk through. Bakugou stared at the ground as they walked and then they made it to the actual doors that led into the school. 'Hey-' Bakugou's head snapped up to look at Aizawa. 'It's gonna be okay.' Bakugou knew that Aizawa didn't just mean this right now, he also meant everything else.

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Aizawa and Bakugou made their way up stairs. Unfortunately for them, principal Nezu's office was all the way at the very top of the school. Stairs; a persons worst nightmare. Six flights of Ten? Gross. Disgusting. When they got to the same floor of which Nezu's office was located Aizawa was first to speak. 'When we're in there don't talk until he talks to you- I'll do the talking, okay?' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa and gave a silent nod. 'Also, take off your head piece, if you wear it he finds it really disrespectful.' Bakugou's eyebrows rose, forgetting he was still wearing his hero costume. He reached up and took off his eye-mask as they arrived at the door.

Aizawa raised his fist to knock on the door- after giving three knocks in succession a small 'Come in!' was heard from the other side of the door. Aizawa opened the door, Bakugou trailing behind him. 'Aizawa, just the man I wanted to see!- And Bakugou Katsuki as well!' Once in the room, both Aizawa and Bakugou bowed in sync- as a formal greeting. 'Please, please! Have a seat!' Aizawa and Bakugou both sat in the two chairs directly in front of Nezu's desk. 'I am thankful that you've come yourselves, so that I didn't have to come chase you down!' The small mouse said with a chuckle. 'Now, if you two would give me some more details on what's happened involving Uraraka this morning? Aizawa, how about you start?'

Aizawa gave a nod. "As you're aware, since AllMight has been coming to the school less frequently due to his quirk loss and the fact that he refuses to retire- I have taken over Hero training once again- just like how it was last year in semester one. Nezu nodded, implying that Aizawa continue. 'Today was simple enough- just sparring, one-v-one. I had told my students at the beginning to not hold back and use all the new moves they've been developing. To use their knowledge of their classmates to their advantage. All Bakugou had done was follow my instructions. However- Bakugou had foresight of Uraraka's moves in battle- due to their spar during the sports festival- apparently, foresight was just too much for her.

Nezu nodded in his understanding- Bakugou looked over to Aizawa out of the corner of his eye. Aizawa was analyzing him? Everyone else too, obviously- but to know exactly what Bakugou was thinking at that time? That was.. Weird- but also impressive. 'I see- Bakugou,' Bakugou's eyes snapped to Nezu's own. 'Was there anything that could have made you particularly aggressive towards Uraraka herself?' Bakugou's breath was caught in his throat. Bakugou shook his head. 'I'd rather not discuss that with Aizawa-Sensei present.'

Aizawa looked over to Bakugou in confusion, Bakugou who was now looking anywhere but himself and Nezu. The floor, the wall, the ceiling, his shoes- fidgeting in his seat. What was so bad that happened with Uraraka that he didn't want to even talk about it in his presence? 'That's perfectly fine, Bakugou-' Nezu said. 'Was there anything else this morning that could have... Impacted- your fighting style today?' Bakugou looked over to Aizawa, looking for permission to speak, and got a nod in response.

'Well, this morning I had some conflict with one of my classmates- Kirishima-' 'And, what did this confrontation entail?' Bakugou let out a sigh. 'Really, I feel like I can tolerate Kirishima really well, but what I cannot stand- is when people talk to me in the early morning. It gives me a headache-' Bakugou started counting on his fingers. 'It makes my ears ring, it makes my vision blurry- but over everything else- it hurts.' Nezu tilted his head in confusion. 'I have Hyperacusis due to my quirk- it can't really be helped without surgery.' Bakugou shrugged. 'What does this have to do with your classmate?' 

'Well, the reason I bring it up is because Kirishima- the first thing he did was talk to me- and it's not only the fact that he talked- it's that when he talks, he's always yelling. It's not only that but also the fact that all he ever wants to talk about is himself? Like he seriously thinks he's hot shit and it's embarrassing.' At this point Bakugou had raised his voice a few notches. 'Oh- sorry-' Bakugou said quickly, realizing he just swore in front of the one person who would decide if he was expelled.

'Oh not to worry Bakugou! Was there anything else this morning?' Bakugou shook his head, not trusting his vocal cords at the moment. 'Well, I do have to inform you both that; Bakugou, you have caused serious injuries today. Firstly, a third degree burn that is bound to leave a scar and will need months of care, if not years- and on top of that, Uraraka is now permanently paralyzed.' Shit- when I said that I didn't think that it would happen. Aizawa thought.

Bakugou's breathing completely stopped. Shit! I don't care about what she did anymore- I'm in such deep shit- 'That being said, I should be expelling you; but! I am willing to compromise.' Bakugou let our a breath. Hopefully Nezu would be merciful with whatever he chose for Bakugou to do. 'So, Bakugou you have two options. Your first option is to have weekly sessions with our guidance counselor for the remainder of your enrollment up until your graduation.'

Wait, we actually have one of those? 'Or- you will have a two week suspension from classes- just like when you snuck out to have a duel after curfew.' Nezu said, with a smug look coating his face. 'That's it?' Bakugou asked, and Nezu full on laughed. 'No, no- that's not all- Aizawa will have full responsibility over you- you'd be staying in his dorm while he can teach you- healthier- coping mechanisms.' Nezu looked to Aizawa. 'I'm sure I have no say in this?' Aizawa asked. 'Nope! Also, you'll have a substitute fill for the two weeks, obviously.' Bakugou looked over to Aizawa who looked very unamused.

'Sensei?' Aizawa looked over to Bakugou after hearing his curious tone. 'What do you think?' Aizawa coughed into his fist and said under his breath 'Just saying, our guidance counselor is Midnight.' Bakugou cringed. 'I think I'll take the suspension.' Nezu grinned. 'Perfect! Aizawa, would you mind waiting in the hallway for Bakugou?' Aizawa nodded, and got out of his seat with a bow, and vacated the room so that only Bakugou and Nezu were present.

'So, Bakugou- enlighten me of what's happened with Uraraka.'

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Bakugou's presence was announced by the opening and closing of Nezu's office door. Aizawa looked toward Bakugou and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, non-verbally telling Bakugou to follow him. The two started to walk when Aizawa broke the silence 'so, what did he ask?' Aizawa asked, looking to Bakugou for a response. 'You don't have to tell me yet, just know you will eventually.' Aizawa stated, holding open the door for Bakugou. Bakugou rolled his eyes at Aizawas statement. 'He just asked me some 'what were you thinking?' questions, nothing special.' Bakugou huffed. As if I'd tell him how weak I am. Aizawa shrugged as they kept walking. 'It's fine if you'd rather not talk about it- because I'm sure that's not all he asked you.' Aizawa looked toward Bakugou. 'The only way I can help, is if you tell me.'

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Bakugou stayed silent as they made it to the bottom of the stairs and out of the school. Classes were still running so they didn't end up bumping into any students or teachers. Though, Bakugou had this sinking feeling of eyes piercing into his back, but nobody was behind them as far as he could tell. The two were approximately half way across towards the dorms when Aizawa began to explain how things would look for the next for the next two weeks.

Bakugou would continue doing the written portion of his classes, but he'll be stuck at the dormhouse unless he's accompanied by Aizawa. Which, was another factor of this arrangement. He also had to stay within Aizawa's general line of sight. Which meant that Bakugou not only had to stay in the dormhouse, but to be legally safe from charges he either had to be under supervision of either a police officer or pro hero. Bakugou could already tell that this was bound to get annoying. Having to do his school work is bad enough, but to also have to be monitored while he did it? Unacceptable.

Aizawa told Bakugou that his job would be to not only monitor Bakugou, but to also teach him proper coping strategies to help him with his anger. Bakugou however, told him 'I don't need your help old man!- and besides- do you even know how to do that-?' Aizawa sighed. 'I have a masters degree in psychology, Bakugou.' Aizawa said, as he stepped up and onto the main porch of the class 1-A dorm house. Bakugou stayed at the bottom of the steps looking up towards Aizawa. Aizawa turned around and looked down to Bakugou. 'What?' Aizawa said, when seeing the crease between Bakugou's brow. 'You majored in psychology?-' Aizawa sighed and turned towards the dormhouses main door, and inputting his code to open it.

'Yes, but that's a story for another day-' Aizawa held open the door for Bakugou once again. Aizawa instructed Bakugou to grab whatever he needed for the next two weeks from his dorm. Which, Aizawa had to stand outside of his dorm room while Bakugou collected his things. Which, Bakugou did not like in the slightest. While Bakugou was collecting what he would need, Aizawa was having an internal crisis. Where was the kid gonna sleep for the next two weeks? His couch? He can't make Bakugou fuckin' Katsuki sleep on a couch for two weeks, he probably wouldn't get so much as a wink. Hell, not even he could sleep on a couch for a night never mind two whole weeks!

He'll figure it out. Ask maintenance for an extra futon if they have access to one ever since the kids moved into the dorms. Along with the fact that Bakugou was not at all perceiving the topic of his crystal clear anger issues. Which meant to Aizawa, either the kid was in denial about them, or- he just didn't want his help. Just because Nezu told him to help the kid didn't mean he could. Though, what Aizawa could understand, is that Bakugou had a hard time accepting and telling Aizawa about his feelings. Aizawa knew that Bakugou hated being perceived as weak.

That was reason enough when Aizawa was a teen for him to bottle up his emotions. Aizawa knew however, that bottling up your emotions was far from ideal. That alone was one of the reasons that Aizawa went into Psychology during college- he wasn't ready to be a pro hero yet, which is why he didn't tell Bakugou about it when he asked. He knew the kid was destined to be a great hero, he just needed to figure his shit out first.

At this time Bakugou walked out of his dorm and looked toward where Aizawa stood. 'That's all you'll need?' Bakugou was holding the definite bare essentials. A backpack that was bound to be filled with clothes, with a few notebooks tucked under the same arm holding that backpack- a pillow, and- is that a make-up bag? 'Yup.' Is all Bakugou said. Aizawa shrugged and made way for the stairs. He didn't bother asking Bakugou if he needed help carrying things down the stairs, knowing he'd get nothing but a scowl in return.

The two of them crossed the seating area, passed the adjacent student kitchen, turned, and made way for Aizawas dorm. The only door in the hall. Aizawa unlocked the door with his pin number 42069- haha nice. Bakugou thought, mentally laughing and storing that information for later. Walking through the door, AIzawa near died in relief, maintenance had already brought a futon into the room. Thank God-

'You can get set up out here- I've just gotta e-mail everyone to drop off your assignments' Aizawa said, walking towards his laptop that was sitting on the opposite side of his kitchen table`Once you're done I can whip you up something for lunch-' Bakguou looked up from where he was taking all of his clothes out of his bag and folding them sitting on the floor, Bakguou cut him off. 'Fat chance- I'm cookin' you are genuinely the most sleep deprived human being I've ever fuckin met- you can write that e-mail but you're not fuckin cookin.' Aizawa arched a brow at Bakugou's behaviour. 'Watch your language, if anything- Bakugou.'

Bakugou rolled his eyes at the man- 'Well, number one, you care too much, and number two; I know you steal the left overs of all the meals I cook out of the student fridge so I already know that you'll like anything I make.' Bakugou said, looking very smug. Now it was Aizawa's turn to roll his eyes, retreating from his slouched position over his laptop. 'If you wanted to show off that you can cook you can just say so.' Aizawa said, crossing his arms and looking just as smug himself. Aizawa got nothing but a glare, and Bakugou went back to folding his clothes. Even from where he was standing Aizawa could see an embarrassed blush inviting itself onto Bakugou's cheeks.

'Anyways- I sent out an e-mail to the other teachers- you done over there?' Bakugou looked up from his folding towards the futon that had just his pillow sitting on one end of it. 'Could use a blanket.' Bakugou said with a smirk and a shrug. 'I can grab you one later- you gotta make me some lunch first.' Aizawa said with a chuckle, walking passed Bakugou towards his dorm rooms door. Bakugou dropped his jaw in exasperation, but all the same, followed Aizawa out into the sitting area and kitchen. Aizawa sat down on one of the bar stools that lined the outside of the 'L' shaped counter. Aizawa rested his head on a palm and looked to Bakugou expectantly. 'Well? Go on, do your thing-' Bakugou let out a huff and got to work.

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Bakugou thought that comfort food would be the best option when it came to Aizawa, seeing as Aizawa's diet near entirely consisted of apple sauce and saltine crackers. Bakugou decided to make some simple ramen. Though, not the packets- the point of the little packets that come with it were just supposed to be a base guide for what you're supposed to put in it. Bakugou might be lazy at times, but he's not a fuckin monster-! A lot of people did not know this, believe it or not.

Bakugou chopped green onions, refried some leftover beef strips, but- Bakugou never, in a day in his life- will put an egg in a bowl of ramen. It's just simply barbaric in his mind. He did all this as Aizawa sat in the stool, on the other side of the island- just watching. He didn't look anywhere but at Bakugou. Didn't look away, didn't zone out, didn't talk. Just watched. 'Fuckin Jesus-' Bakugou could understand because- after all, it's Aizawa's job to watch him right now; but, Bakugou just couldn't understand why Aizawa felt the need to watch him so intently.

'Why don't you just go on your phone? Try not staring at me for like- five minutes.' All Aizawa did was lean his head further into his palm with a shrug of his shoulder. 'Just waiting on my lunch to be ready.' Bakugou rolled his eyes with a huff. 'You're also calmer, which is.. interesting?' Bakugou scowled at Aizawa's less than ideal choice of words. 'How is that interesting?-' BAkugou said, scowl still prominent on his face, looking back to Aizawa before turning back to continue stirring the boiling pot of broth and noodles.

'Well, I think that if you're ever upset or angry you could try to cook.' Bakugou looked back to Aizawa, his hands on his hips. 'Oh, yeah okay- I'm just gonna start making a five course meal while I'm fighting twenty villians at once.' Aizawa laughed at Bakguous comment- and Bakugou couldn't help but let out a chuckle- 'Of course it's in your best interest to find something you could utilize anywhere-' Aizawa said, after their laughter died down. 'Deep breathing works for a lot of people, but I wouldn't recommend it for you- y'know.. Considering.' Aizawa said with a smirk while Bakugou turned off the stove and turned to Aizawa.

'Considering what, exactly?' Bakugou replied, now grabbing two ceramic bowls deep enough for their lunch. 'Bakugou. If I told you to sit still for five seconds or Midoriya dies- you might try.. but- you would not be able to do it.' Bakugou looked to Aizawa in feign offence. Shooting a glare in the mans direction as he transferred their meal into their respective bowls. Bakugou placed a bowl in front of Aizawa, and a bowl opposite another stool for himself.

'Do you have any chopsticks with you?' Is what Bakugou asked as he turned to a drawer- that was practically filled with washable chopsticks. Aizawa laughed 'You really think I just keep a pair of chopsticks with me everywhere I go?' Bakugou sighed and grabbed himself and Aizawa a pair of chopsticks each- He slapped a pair beside Aizawas bowl, and walked around to sit in his own spot.

The two ate in near complete silence, apart from the clang of their chopsticks hitting their bowls. Aizawa was first to finish his meal, where as Bakugou was hardly near half finished.'Since when do you take your time with something? You're always about 'perfect efficiency', why are you taking your time all of a sudden?' Is what Aizawa asked him, knowing that Bakugou tended to do things quickly.

Bakugou let out a shallow huff. 'I did a lot of the cooking at the cleaning at my parents house-' Detachment, got it- Aizawa thought. '-So.. when I can cook something that I actually enjoy, or cooking something for myself its..' Bakugou hesitated, starting into his bowl- trying to find any synonyms for the thing he wanted to say, but couldn't. '-Special?' Aizawa asked with an arch in his brow. Bakugou looked up to Aizawa with a shrug. 'Yeah.' Bakugou got up from his stool, taking his bowl and Aizawas, setting Aizawas dish in the sink as he threw out the remainder of his own lunch.

'You shouldn't be wasting food Bakugou- some people would've killed to eat that.' Katsuki sighed as he put his own bowl in the sink alongside the pot and pan- and started to run the water. 'Lost my appetite.' Aizawa sighed and got up, making his way to the sink. 'Let me wash them, you cooked already- Tell me what's bothering you-' Aizawa said, as Bakugou stepped out of the way to let Aizawa take the reigns on washing the dishes. '-I can tell that reminding yourself of your parents upset you in some way.'

Bakugou leaned against the island. 'There isn't a lot to say, just constant chores-' Aizawa gave a hum. 'They ever say thank you?- Ever tell you they appreciated it?' Bakugou sighed and looked at the floor. 'Ah- Bullseye- huh?' Bakugou let a out a tsk- 'You say so many stupid American terms-' Aizawa let out a laugh as he finished up, turning of the water. 'I studied over in America for psychology, Bakugou. Of course I picked up some American slang-' Aizawa said, drying his hands- 'Though, regrettably- because nobody really gets the slang or most of my references. Y'know- except the boy who wakes me up singing in English every morning at five forty am.' Aizawa said, with a smirk.

Aizawa started to dry the bowls and put them back in the cabinet- and noted the embarrassed blush that crept onto Bakugou's face. 'The head of my bed is right along the two shower rooms. It's required for safety, believe it or not.' Aizawa gave shrug. 'But I also get my own alarm clock that cycles between a ton of genres every morning, all in English.' Aizawa put the last of the dishes away and leaned against the counter, opposite Bakugou. 'I was never allowed to sing at home- and they never taught me English- so whenever I was home alone- all I did was sing.' Bakugou said with a shrug. 'So, constant chores with no validation- restriction on something as simple as a language- and you couldn't sing- like period- w-what else-? What other absolutely ridiculous things did your parents do?'

Bakugou looked up from the floor to Aizawa- who was clearly getting frustrated. 'You- you actually are believing me?' Aizawa looked aghast- 'Are you kidding me, kid?- Of course I am!- I've met your parents! Bakugou listen to me.' Aizawa said, crossing his arms across his chest. 'People- lots of people- they know how to fake face. It's a good life skill when you hate somebody, sure. Though, when those people, come across someone who can see through that- it does not turn out well for them.' Aizawa sighed. 'Your parents hardly even acknowledged when you were abducted- even back then. They were so detached from the situation- it was quite obvious they didn't care.'
'When I met them, when we were negotiating dorm placement- they were just- so eager to be rid of you. It's not only your mother either- just in your fathers body language I could tell that- it- that it was him, not your mother.' Bakugous shoulders shook and his breath hitched. 'Thank you-' Bakugou said, looking up to Aizawa. '-nobody cares- nobody ever has- noticed and I-' Bakugou looked back down to the floor, his breath hitched. Don't cry you fucking idiot- don't cry- don't cry. 'Maybe the kitchen isn't the best place to talk about this?- C'mon let's go back to my dorm.' Aizawa said, resting a guiding hand on Bakugou's shoulder to steer him out of the kitchen, as the boy was still shaking and looking at the floor.

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    Aizawa closed his dorm room's door behind him, guiding Bakugou towards the living space within. 'Have a seat, kid.' Bakugou sat down on the couch, looking off at the far wall. Aizawa, sat in his arm chair- 'Kid, truly I want you to know that you can tell me anything-' Bakugou let out a huff- 'If I told you even a portion of the shit they've done you would run straight to Nezu.' Aizawa let a sigh escape from him. 'Kid, you could tell me that you killed your neighbors and I wouldn't care- and I wouldn't go to Nezu- Y'know, I might ask what for?-' 

   Bakugou let out a limp chuckle. '-but I wouldn't go to Nezu, okay? I promise.' Bakugou gave a nod. 'Though, of course unless you told me to do so.' All Bakugou did once again was nod- not saying anything, as his eyes steadily dried from the tears shed previously. 'But, really kid- what's going on? Maybe we could start with your parents. How are they, usually?' 

Bakugou shifted in his seat- he shrugged. 'They're pretty... Well- really, they're pretty shit?' Bakugou looked to Aizawa, who gave a nod in encouragement to keep talking. 'My parents- a lot of people think it's my mom who pulls the strings in our house because of y'know- the front she puts up.' Bakugous shoulders started to shake. 'But, it's actually my dad.' Bakugou's voice wavered as he pulled his knees to his chest.

  'I'm aware, but in what way?' Aizawa asked, pushing Bakugou to speak further if so he chose. 'My dad- he- he's always been the one to tell my mom to treat me that way in front of people. She- didn't want to- I wouldn't think, anyways... But- if she didn't then my dad would treat me much worse, so in her eyes.. She probably sees it like a mercy.' Aizawa's eyebrow arched in curiosity. 'Worse in what way? I know that your mother yells at you, but that's the extent of what I know.'  

Bakugou gave a shrug. 'That's really the extent of what mom does, true; except for-' Bakugou felt his breath hitch in his throat. 'Sometimes- and you- you promised not to run off and tell Nezu. You promised not to tell him anything!' Bakugou snapped, as Aizawa gave a nod. 'I did promise you, that is correct.' Bakugou's shoulders shook, his eyes began to wet with tears once again. 'Once in a while, my dad would lock me in my room? For like- days? Before I came to  Yuuei, he didn't even care if it was in the middle of the week. No food- No water- Nothing.' Aizawa was practically fuming- How the fuck did they think that was on any level of okay?

Aizawa used everyone ounce of strength that he possessed to keep his cool as he asked 'do you have any ideas as to why he'd do that?-' '-Well, my dad- it wasn't some stupid generational trauma shit- he just..' Bakugous shook as he held in a sob. 'He just hated me.. Like, me specifically? Ever since I was a kid- my dad didn't approve of me.' Bakugou hugged his knees tighter to his chest. 'I never acted right- I was never masculine enough?- Never strong enough- my dad said that I wasn't deserving of my quirk- he said I was too feminine-' Bakugou let out an empty chuckle as he continued.

'Sometimes he'd come home from work and he'd throw my into my room for being too skinny- or for having blonde hair like my mom- or for me wearing fucking mascara-' Bakugou threw his hands in the air- 'Because- who the fuck- locks their kid up for four days because of their fucking eyelashes?-' Aizawa's cool had snapped in this moment 'Absolutely- nobody should, Bakugou- That's who! I can't even begin to imagine how horrible that must have been for you.' Aizawa said, rage coursing through his veins. 'Well- do you know why he was like that?' Aizawa let out a groan of dissatisfaction as he put his head in his hands. 'Don't tell me he's homophobic or some shit.'

Aizawa dragged his hands down his face, peering to Bakugou. Bakugou opened and closed his mouth a few times, before abandoning his words instead just to nod at his mentor. 'There's more, isn't there?' Bakugou nodded but said. 'I don't wanna talk about that today-' Aizawa gave the boy a nod. 'That's fine, that's valid. Thank you for telling me all this.' Bakugou let out a sob as he turned his face into the crook of his knees. Aizawa got up from his spot on his chair- 'What will make you feel any better?- do you want some ice cream?' Bakugou let out a tearful chuckle, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. 

Aizawa walked over to his refrigerator- listen, yes, Aizawa had his own kitchen in here- but did he have all the food that the cafeteria staff bring to the student dorm fridges? No- no he didn't. Therefore, his fridge was filled with nothing but ice cream and left over take out that he didn't finish. Along with a half eaten protein shake that lived in the door of the fridge. Aizawa opened the freezer half of his fridge, picked up a tub of ice cream and turned towards hid cupboard to grab a ceramic bowl to put the ice cream in. 'I've only got strawberry so-' Aizawa was cut off when a knock was heard on the door.

Aizawa let out a sigh as he closed the freezer and walked towards the door 'It's probably just someone with your work for the next two weeks-' Bakugou followed Aizawa to the door, it's not like he had anything better to do. Aizawa opened the door to find Midnight holing a tall stack of paper, which Bakugou rightfully assumed was his schoolwork for the next two weeks. Holy shit!- We do all that?  Bakugou's thoughts were cut off from Aizawas greeting. 'Ah, Nemuri- thank you for bringing Bakugou's work.'

Aizawa reached a hand out to take the stack of paperwork but Midnight did not yet give to Aizawa; but did nod her head in greeting. 'Nezu had me round up all this and bring it over- he also asked me to have a talk with Bakugou- seeing as I'm the guidance Councillor and all-' Aizawa sighed- 'I'm sure it wont be necessary Nemuri, I've got everything under control.' Midnight scoffed and put her hand on her hip. 'I was asked by Nezu- I'm just doing my job-' Aizawa gave a look to Bakugou that said 'get out of hearing range' Bakugou sighed and turned towards the living room and sat down.

Once Bakugou was out of hearing range Aizawa turned to Midnight and said 'Nemuri you cannot be here demanding things right now- it is not a good time.' Midnight shoved the stack of papers to Aizawas chest. 'It's Nezu's orders, okay?- I don't want to talk to the brat anyways-' '-He's not a brat- he's got shit going on; you're really focused on him aren't you? What's your problem Nemuri?' Midnight scoffed and put her hands on her hips. 'Aizawa, he clearly needs to be taught a lesson- he's hurtling with rage- hurting my students-' '-your students? last time I checked they were much more than your students.'

'Stay out of this- or shit hits the fan Nemuri- you do not come to my door threatening my students career.' Aizawa went to close his door. 'Have a safe night, Nemuri.' Aizawa closed the door before Midnight could speak and locked it immediately after- as he knew she was not above barging in when she could see that she is unwelcome. Aizawa walked back into the main room, dropping the stack of work onto the coffee table, of which was sat in front of the futon that Bakugou was scrolling through his phone on.

'What was that about?- You look like you just got hit by a truck-' Bakugou said with a quirk in his brow. Aizawa let out a dry chuckle- 'metaphorically? Sure- just.. Nemuri being herself as always-' Bakugou let out a bark of a laugh- 'What just her being uglier than she thinks?' Bakugou looked back down to his phone- Aizawa went to lecture Bakugou; yet thought against it. 'It'd be hypocritical of me to disagree with you kid.' Bakugou let out a laugh- but Aizawa let out an 'Ah shit-' under her breath as he realized he had left the pint of ice cream on the counter.

Aizawa picked up the half melted pint of ice cream, and looked to Bakugou who was now watching as the bottom of the ice cream container dripped with condensation and strawberry ice cream. Aizawa let out a sigh, as Bakugou said; 'Just pour the melted part in a cup I'll drink it-' Aizawa looked to Bakugou in an expression on the verge of disgust. 'What are you five?' 'Probably-' Bakugou said, smug and proud as ever. Aizawa laughed and shook his head as he put the bowls away and grabbed a single glass out of the cupboard. 

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   'So, you're good sleeping there- right?' Aizawa asked Bakugou, who looked up from the mountain of work that he had decided to get a head start on, and gave Aizawa a thumbs up. 'Okay, because I don't care what Nezu says- I am going on patrol.' Bakugou chuckled. 'Don't worry teach I wont snitch on ya-' Aizawa gave a chuckle of his own. 'Just try to stay in here- I dont care what you do, go steal food from the student kitchen or whatever but for the most part you have to stay in here, okay?'

     Bakugou gave the man a nod. 'Yeah, after I finish up this essay I'm going to bed.' 'What's your essay for?' Aizawa asked, heading for the door- being thankful for Bakugou being an early sleeper- as he knew he'd need the kid to have been asleep for what he was going to do. Bakugou gave a yawn. 'It's just for Yamada Sensei- stupid essay about a stupid topic.' Aizawa was now at the door hand on the knob, but stopped as Bakugou didn't tell him what the topic of his essay was to be on. 'so, what's the topic?'

    'Just advertising and how we want to be viewed in the public and stuff.' Aizawa gave a sigh- 'You could always ask Hisashi to skip that essay- I'm sure he'd say yes.'  Bakugou gave a sigh of his own. 'It's fine- I've got it nearly done anyways.' Aizawa grabbed his keys off a nearby hook and made sure he had his phone and such- 'Okay, but I want you to talk to me about it, okay?- the media sucks ass, I've seen what they've said.. Just talk to me, doesn't have to be when I get back, doesn't have to be tomorrow- just once you're comfortable.. Okay?'

     Bakugou gave a silent nod as Aizawa turned to the door, opened it, and walked out.

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     Aizawas boots made contact with the concrete roof of an apartment complex, swinging from one to the next with the assistance of his capture weapon. Swinging across light fixtures, electrical lines, and the like; until he came face with a house of which the architecture was more of an American modernist's style. Aizawa swung across one last wire and he landed on the roof silently, believe it or not- the man could have grace. Aizawa walked on over to the far edge of the house, and jumped off. It wasn't that far of a jump, maybe a good eighteen feet- not hard to land at all for a man like him. 

     Aizawa easily opened the sliding door, noticing when he was at the house to get signatures for dorm permissions that the Bakugou's had absolutely no security system.. At all. Even though the door was locked, just shove the door a certain way and it opens. Aizawa stepped onto the carpeted floor of the living room- now, any respectable man who's trespassing knows that you have to watch what shoes you're wearing, especially on a carpeted floor. Of course, one of the many perks of being an underground hero was that Aizawa wasn't required to go to official costume makers- which meant, he could have shoes with special grip- rubber soles with the same texture that of a skateboard grip. You'd never be able to detect that kind of grip on a floor.

     It wasn't hard at all to find where the Bakugou's slept, all Aizawa had to do was follow the sound of obnoxious snoring coming from the top floor of the house. Finding and creeping up the stairs, Aizawa went straight for the door where the sound emitted from, and opened it- careful not to let it hit the drywall. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou were sleeping fast asleep, blissfully unawares in their slumber that a new entity had entered the room. 

    Aizawa took his scarf and lifted the both of them out of bed. Heavy sleepers Aizawa thought, as neither of them had woken when moved at such and extreme. The most valuable asset about his quirk was that he could erase ones quirk even when they were sleeping, without eye contact- whatever you want to call it. Aizawa just needed to throw some concentration into it, and with that, both of their quirks were erased. He set them on the floor at the foot of their bed, still restrained in the scarf- and gave Masaru a hefty kick to the stomach. The man coughed as he awoke, the air being literally kicked out of him.

      'Well, you wake up easy-' It took a moment for Masaru to grasp his bearings, but before he could look up and scream for help, Aizawa manipulated his capture weapon to gag Masaru, just keeping him quiet. Aizawa crouched down to Masaru's eye level, hoping he'd recognize him even in the low lighting of the moon lit room. 'Now, you're going to listen to me- you're gonna stay nice and quiet for me. Okay? You're going to answer every question I have for you. Yes, there's wrong answers.' Masaru didn't have an afraid look in his eyes, no- if anything all that resided there was anger. Even so, the man did nod his head at Aizawa.

     Aizawa removed his capture weapon and was met with a hasty; 'What do you want?- Money?' 'I don't need your money I just need confirmation for some things and then I'm on my way.' Masaru's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hearing the voice he could piece together who had broken into his house and restrained him and his wife. 'Wait- you're- you're Katsuki's teacher- what the fuck did he tell you-? Whatever he's said it isn't true!' Aizawa stood and gave sigh. 'Pair your words along with the fact that I did tell you that there are wrong answers- I'd add it up to you being a pretty shit liar.' Aizawa started to pace across the floor. 'So, if you will- tell me.. Would you like to get thrown down some steps and then left in a basement for three days?' 

     Masaru's adams apple dipped down as the man tried to swallow the words that threatened to come out of his mouth. Aizawa crouched down to meet Masaru's eyes and pulled him towards him by his collar. 'What about getting sexually assaulted by your father? Only for him to proceed to call you a faggot afterward? I always wondered why he never went home on the weekends, and why you were so hesitant in letting him live on campus. -but now I know why.' Aizawa pushed Masaru's back into the bedframe, he stood up and Aizawa gave another kick to Masaru's stomach. 'You make me sick.' 

     Masaru coughed and tried to breathe, looking up to Aizawa. 'Yeah? Well maybe if he acted like a man I wouldn't have to do that shit-' Masaru was cut of by Aizawa's steel toe boot meeting his stomach once again. 'That gives you no excuse- as a father you should be there to provide. Not take. Now, either I can give the highest of heroes a tip on you- y'know it'd be good press to find out not only villains kept him captive; and I can ship you off to the hospital. Hospital? Why do I need a hospital?- At this point I've kicked you too many times for your internal organs to be in a stable condition- one more perfectly aimed kick and I might just make your appendix burst.'

     Masaru looked to his wife- still asleep. 'Pick your poison Masaru, I don't have all night- I have to get back to your kid.' Masaru glared at Aizawa. 'Hell, would you at least spare my wife? Kill me but she's done nothing-' 'Yeah, sure- but I'd need the code to your safe first.' Masaru nodded his head. 'The code is 43079-' Aizawa, who was still watching the Bakugou's like a hawk, walked over to their closet, that's pretty much where everyone keeps a safe nowadays. He was correct, he located the safe, popped the code in and the safe opened no problem. Aizawa turned to look down at Masaru.

    'Y'know, I could really just leave- you'll die from internal bleeding soon- and you're gonna be in too much pain to move. When your wife wakes up in the morning she'll see you, call the police, and they wont find any evidence that points to anyone even being here.. But I think I'll make your wife's death fast and painless- but with you? I'm not so merciful.' 

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 Bakugou awoke the next morning to the smell of... Bacon? Bakugou sat up on his futon where he had slept the night before- looking over at the kitchen where Aizawa was actually up- and.. Cooking? Okay something must be up- Bakugou thought, wait- he's humming? 'What's got you in such a good mood?' Bakugou asked- confused about the fact that such a serious man could be humming whilst performing such a mundane task that was cooking.

     Aizawa looked over his shoulder towards Bakugou. 'Oh- just a good patrol, nice and early- so nice and early that I actually got to sleep for a few hours.' Aizawa said in a sarcastic drawl. Bakugou nodded his head and let out a yawn. 'So kid, how'd that essay go?-' '-I uh- I wasn't able to finish it.' Bakugou said, getting up and flopping onto the couch that faced the television. Aizawa was plating their breakfast at this point- turning around with plates and utensils in his hands, walking towards him in blue sweatpants and a white shirt. Of course Bakugou knew Aizawa didn't live in his hero uniform, but it felt different nonetheless.

     'Why not?- I thought you were set on figuring it out?-' Aizawa asked, walking over and handing Bakugou a plate that had not only bacon on it, but eggs too- American food 'I didn't like the topic, so..' Aizawa sat down across from Bakugou on the opposite side of the couch. 'Your topic was advertising, right?' Bakugou gave nothing but a nod as he started to eat his food. 'Kid I can ask mic to just throw a one hundred at ya' it's no problem- you'll get a one hundred anyways knowing you.'

    Bakugou shook his head. 'I hate even talking about the press-' '-look I know you want to be the number one hero- I get it everyone does.' Aizawa gave a half-hearted shrug. '-but, being successful brings a lot of press, people are already doing that with you; It's quite obvious you've realised this, yes?' Bakugou was still staring at his plate, just picking at his food. 'Y'know, you could just be an underground hero, I know it's not the fame you'd hope for, but it's not too bad.'

    'I just wish people didn't talk about me they do.' Aizawa sighed. 'Kid, that's inevitable- of course what happened at the sports festival should not have happened- I'm sorry that I wasn't able to do more in that situation. What brewed from that is something we can never take back and it something we will see continue and I'm sorry.' Bakugou put his plate down.

    'I'm just angry. All of those creeps that talk about me- like god- dude I'm a teenage boy!' Bakugou said in exasperation. 'Believe me kid- it will not stop wherever you go. People are going to say some weird shit about you no matter how popular you are- have you ever searched any hero name on any fanfiction media? It's gross-' Bakugou's brow furrowed- 'Really?' Aizawa laughed. 'Trust me, I lay low because of it-'

     Bakugou startled by his cell phone buzzing on the table adjacent to the couch and futon- reading the name presented on the cell phones display Bakugou let out a frustrated sigh- and answered it. 'What do you want Deku?'

Aizawa couldn't hear much of what Midoriya was saying, but from the way Bakugous face quickly switched between angry and disgusted repeatedly; well, Aizawa could guess what Midoriya was saying on the other end, and it definitely wasn't good news.

Bakugou hung up the phone without so as much as a 'goodbye' and threw it back onto the end table. He just sat there and stared at the floor- 'Bakugou?' Bakugou looked up to Aizawa- 'Can you turn on the news?' Aizawa knew this was bound to happen, for Bakugou to find out; though he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Aizawa, resisting the temptation to show hesitance- picked up the stray television remote, flicked on the tv- and switched the channel over to the news. There was a newsperson on screen, already in the midst of an explanation. '- Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugou were found brutally murdered in their home, with no signs of an intruder- but obvious signs of being restrained by a rope-like material, and having multiple broken bones. We urge anyone with any information to step forward, and relay to the Hosu police.'

Bakugou stood and ripped the remote out of Aizawas hand, turned off the television, and threw the remote onto the coffee table. 'fucking Deku-' Bakugou whipped his head over his shoulder to glare at Aizawa. 'You would've told me.. Right?' -Shit.-  'Aizawa.. You killed my parents?' 'What makes you believe that I killed your parents?' at this point Bakugou sat back down on the couch, and gave Aizawa a look that said; are you shitting me? Therefore, Bakugou said 'Are you shitting me?'

'Even just the way that the news reporter described it; no sign of an entry?- Restraints?- Broken bones? Aizawa you're the only one I've ever- ever- told anything. I've seen what you're capable of so why wouldn't I think it was you?' Aizawa let out a sigh. 'I could've handled them myself, I dealt with her for 15 years I could have dealt with her for 3 more.' Bakugou let the silence hang for a moment. 'Have you thought about this at all?- like, what about your career?- What if you get caught?-' '-I wont get caught-' 'But what if you do?' 

Bakugou glared at Aizawa before his features softened. 'Sure, they were horrible... But- they were my parents. I don't even know what I'll do now but.. Thank you?- It feels weird to thank you for killing my parents but.. You already know they weren't the best people.' Aizawa didn't say anything- clearly, a 'you're welcome' was not warranted. Bakugou pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. 'What about me?- Aizawa, I don't have any aunts or uncles. Period. My grandparents died forever ago- what am I gonna do?' 

'Can't you just live with Midoryia or something?' Bakugou looked at Aizawa, appalled. 'You really think I could live with him?- One-' Bakugou started to count on his fingers '-his mom is like- scrounging for any amounts of money she can get- two, me and Midoryia have had a rivalry for years- and three- he has been manipulating me for like.. Years and I can't get away from him because our parents are friends.. Were..' Aizawa's brow furrowed. 'But didn't you bully Midoryia?' Bakugou sighed. 'Dude, if anything I wish I was the one kicking the shit out of him for the last ten years. The only reason I yell at him or try to-' Bakugou used air quotes "-Beat him up' is because I've been trying to keep him away from me. Midoryia wouldn't just call me during the day- hell, even this early. I usually never answer his calls- there's been far too many times he's called me at two am and I'm sick of it.- But he just keeps fucking following me around- it's fucking awful.'

'Okay.. We can put a pin in that- we're gonna talk about that later- but, you can still live at the UA dorms during the summer, kid. Like, sure we might need to get you a legal guardian but other than that I'm sure you'd be free to stay here.' Bakugou sighed. 'Aizawa, can you be honest with me?' 'I'm pretty sure that there's not a greater level of honesty than confirming I'm a murderer.' Bakugou rolled his eyes- 'Yeah sure, but if you know you won't get caught.. How many people have you killed before this?' Aizawa looked to Bakugou with an undetectable look in his eyes.

'Aizawa. How many people.'  Bakugou said, raising his voice slightly 'I don't know.' Aizawa said. 'I don't know.' Bakugou looked to him in shock. 'How do you not know?' Aizawa scoffed. 'What you think I'm counting?- Sometimes it's villain's, or just generally bad people. I'm on night patrol; I've killed my fair share of rapists and wife beaters- I've absolutely kicked the shit out of people robbing those little convenience stores, or those little ramen stands downtown. Bakugou I'm sorry but I'm no stranger to violence.'

'So, you've killed so many people that you don't remember?- How are you getting away with this?- Like-' Bakugou let out a humorless chuckle. '-you have long hair, how have they not found one of your hairs at a crime scene?' Aizawa did nothing but shrug. 'You should kill Uraraka next.' Said Bakugou, cracking a smile. 'You already paralyzed her and ruined her career, that's worse than death.' Aizawa said with a chuckle. Bakugou hummed 'What about Deku, what about him?' Aizawa laughed- 'I can't- he's a kid- and he's stupidly important to All Might- if I were to kill him I'd never hear the end of 'a good quirk wasted' and 'he was a good kid' -' 

Bakugou laughed- but his laugh slowly lowered to nothing. 'Wait- are All Might and Deku?-' Aizawa quickly realized what Bakugou was implying- 'Honestly I have no idea- they very well could be kid-' 'Oh god- but All Might is like seventy-two, I could understand if he was younger but-' 'Yeah, seventy and fifteen is kind of.. pushing it too much.' Bakugou shivered in disgust. 'Y'know what, if anything at least it's not incest.' Aizawa agreed with Bakugou's statement with a nod of his head. 

'But y'know- back to you killing my parents-' Aizawa cringed. 'Why'd you do it?- what made you think to do that?' Aizawa sighed. 'Kid you don't deserve to have dealt with them any longer- your father was a piece of shit- when I killed him, before I did it- he told me that you had deserved every single thing they'd done to you. The way he treated you, and the way your mother stood by while it happened- it was just unacceptable. So I did what instinct told me to do.' 'You sure that instinct isn't just the voices in your head?' Aizawa laughed 'Don't worry, I can differentiate the voices from instinct.' Bakugou laughed along with Aizawa.

'Well, kid we got a whole day ahead of us-' '-we should go to my parents house and get my stuff' Aizawa hummed. 'Not a bad idea, kid- that shouldn't be a problem.' Aizawa stood, picking up Bakugous breakfast plate and his own, and walking towards the kitchen. 'Get dressed and everything and then we can go-' Bakugou stood himself, rifling through the backpack he brought, grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top. 'You sure it won't be a crime scene?' Aizawa looked up to Bakugou as he placed their plates in the kitchen and turned on the water.

'Kid, I'm a pro hero and you're their new parentless son- it'll be fine, and we'll get in no problem.' Bakugou chuckled. 'yeah, okay.' Bakugou brought his change of clothes to the washroom, locked the door and went to get changed. As Bakugou changed, Aizawa was washing the dishes- the plates and pans went without hassle- and onto the utensils it was, and of course- Aizawa cut himself on the very last knife. But Aizawa did not bleed, no- red smoke came spilling out from the wound, of which Aizawa was not surprised- for this was nothing new, and has happened many a time before. 

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Aizawa led Bakugou to the teachers parking garage, that was actually located underneath U.A, and when Aizawa told Bakugou of this, Bakugou scoffed saying 'I can only imagine how much money has been wasted underneath the school.' 'What? Everyone's cars?' Aizawa snickered. 'No- I meant the concrete. Yes the fucking cars!-' Aizawa let out a laugh.

They eventually got to the parking garage where- to little surprise, way too many expensive imported were lined up in parking spaces. 'Are you shitting me?' Bakugou scowled as Aizawa led him through and towards the back of the garage. 'Nope'. Funny thing is, though- Aizawa's car wasn't really anything fancy. Just a regular run-a-the-mill black car. It felt weird and out of place among all these imported teslas.

'What, do they not pay you?-' Aizawa rolled his eyes and unlocked the car, and both of them got in the car. 'Seatbelt, kid.' Bakugou scoffed from the passenger seat, 'I'm not eight, I don't need to be reminded to put my seatbelt on-' 'Well, with the tantrums you pull I wouldn't have known.' Aizawa said, with a smirk- putting the key in the ignition and putting the car in reverse, backing out of the space- with Bakugou staring at him like he just saw a ghost.

Bakugou turned to look out the passenger side window- a blush forcing its way onto his face. Aizawa threw the car into drive and navigated through the parking lot, exiting, and making way to the main gate. Ever since The league of villains started being more ballsy the school had to up all its security- which included two gates, one for students, and then one for the teachers. Everyone had a fancy little card that you'd tap and be let in and let out.

Aizawa pulled up to the main gate, stopping near the intercom- pulling his wallet out of his pocket, grabbing his card, and pressing it against the automatic scanner, a light beside the scanner flashed red- which, Bakugou knew should've turned green. Aizawa let out a scoff as he tried again- the light turning red once again. Aizawa muttered a 'you've gotta be kidding me' under his breath and pressed a button directly under a small speaker next to the scanner.

A voice soon came from the intercom 'Gate security-' 'Hey, It's Shouta Aizawa- Eraserhead? Why am I being denied exit?' 'Oh! Sorry Eraserhead, It says you are not permitted to leave the property without having a.. Katsuki Bakugou with you in your vehicle?' Aizawa let out a sigh- 'He's in the car- we're going to go get his stuff from his parents house-' 'Yeah so if you could stop wasting time we'd both appreciate it.' A silence broke out before the gate opened before them.

Aizawa drove through the gate, and once they made it through- Bakugou burst out laughing. 'What's so funny kid?' 'Just- the absolute silence-' Aizawa smiled and gave a shrug. 'What if they don't let us in the house?' Bakugou said, still anxious for the near future- 'Kid, I told you it'll be fine- I've got my heroes license with me, they'll let us in just fine.' Aizawa said, trying to reassure the suddenly fretting boy.

The drive to the Bakugous residence wasn't long, just under twenty minutes and they were pulling up to the house, police tape surrounding it and all. 'Just let met do the talking, okay?' Aizawa said, putting the car in park. The two got out of the car and walked towards the house. Walking up to the house an officer who was standing outside the police tape surrounded by cruisers waved them over.  

Aizawa and Bakugou walked up to the man. 'You are Bakugou Katsuki right?' The officer said, Bakugou did nothing but nod, not trusting himself not to snap at him. 'And- Eraser I'll need to see your heroes' license to let you through.' Aizawa nodded, and pulled his heroes' license out of his coat pocket, handing it to the officer. The officer took a half-assed glance at the card, then lifted the tape behind him. 'You can go on through.' 

Aizawa and Bakugou nodded their thanks and passed under the tape. Aizawa and Bakugou got to the front door, and walked in. The other officers hardly gave them a glance as they walked in the house, and up the stairs leading to their second floor. There was another string of tape, taping off the doorway where his parents bedroom was. Glancing in the room, Bakugou that their were tarps everywhere, he saw the outlines of where his parents corpses were covered by tarps. Aizawa grabbed Bakugous upper arm, steering him away from looking in the room. Walking toward the end of the hall where Bakugous room was located. Bakugou reached for the knob- but hesitated.

'What's wrong, kid?' Bakugou sighed. 'I haven't been here in months. What- What if there's nothing in there?' Bakugou looked back to Aizawa- fear in his eyes. Aizawa gave a shrug. 'We'll get you new stuff, kid.' Aizawa said, putting a hand on Bakugou's shoulder, squeezing in reassurance. 'But- what if they never wanted me back?- What if-' 'Kid-' Aizawa said, cutting Bakugou off- 'we won't know unless we open the door.' Bakugou breathed in- sighed, reached for the knob and opened the door- shaking as he pushed it open.

He opened it to... Nothing. Nothing at all.

Bakugous heart sunk. Empty? Fucking empty. Bakugou felt his breathing hasten. Just like I thought- Bakugou's eyes watered. Every piece of furniture, every poster, every piece of clothing he ever bought? Gone. 'I'm sorry kid- I didn't know.' Aizawa said, leaning against the door frame. Bakugou shook his head, his eyes getting blurry, the shapes of the floorboards he was staring at being distorted by tears. Gone- Everything is fucking gone. Bakugou thought, his breath hitching.

Bakugou was pulled into Aizawas arms, Aizawa shushing him 'Shh- It's okay, we'll get you new stuff- they can't hurt you, I promise.' Aizawa pulled back to cup Bakugous face in his hands. 'Look at me, look at me-' Bakugou sniffed and looked at Aizawa. 'You've still got everything that's in your dorm right? If you want to we can replace everything that was in here, okay?' Bakugou nodded, still crying. 'Did you want to go back to the school now?' Bakugou shook his head. He wanted to go home, but he didn't even have one to go to anymore.

'I-' Bakugous voice cut and he looked back to the floor. 'Take your time.' Aizawa said, wiping tears from Bakugous cheek with a thumb. 'Where am I gonna go?' Bakugou let out a sob, and threw himself into Aizawa's arms. Aizawa hands moved from Bakugous face to his torso- 'If you'd want..' Aizawa hesitated, and shrugged. 'You could skip the ol' foster care bit and- extend your mandatory supervision from me-? If you wanted to- I mean-' 'Want me to stick around to cook and clean for you?' Aizawa let out a somber chuckle 'What can I say? you're good at it.' Bakugou let a smile part through his tears.

Bakugou took Aizawa's hands off his hips, glanced towards the door- making sure the hall was clear, Just do it- Bakugou yanked Aizawa's hands to pull him towards himself- and kissed the man on the lips- and immediately pulled away- let go of Aizawa's hands and made way to the door- as Aizawa stood in the middle of the room, speechless. Bakugou looked over his shoulder at Aizawa. 'Car's not gonna drive itself, is it?' Bakugous words shook Aizawa out of his shock, as he followed the boy down the stairs, out the house, past the tape- he unlocked the car and they both got in.

'Seatbelt- but also, what was that?' Aizawa turned to Bakugou, who had just clicked his seatbelt into place, looking to Aizawa with embarrassment painting his face. 'I don't know- I just thought I should do it.' Aizawa shook his head and sighed. Putting the car in drive Aizawa made his way back for UA. 'Well.. If you're gonna be kissing me you might as well call me Shouta.'  'I get to do it again?' Aizawa gave a glare to contrast Bakugou's shit-face grin. 'Watch it- it's a hard maybe. If you earn it.' Aizawa sent a smirk, hearing Bakugous sigh of defeat. 'Fine. You can call me Katsuki then-' Aizawa nodded as a blush dusted across Bakugous cheeks.

'Well- however this ends up I probably won't be calling you that very much.' Shouta chuckled as Katsukis blush deepened in colour. The rest of their car ride was uneventful to say the least- Katsuki opting for staring out the window- glaring at trees and buildings they drove past. When they finally got back there was no hassle at the gate- the light turned green as it should've the first time- they drove through- Shouta parked the car in the garage- they both got out, and made their way back to the 1-A dorm house once again.

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Hey ya’ll my bad!- uhhh this fanfic is NOT FORGOTTEN!!!! I have many a chapter drafted I just- the hyperfixation ended- and it is now rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles- so you can expect that from me- I will post but don’t expect it very often- I’m sorry- however if you’d like to see my sick ass art my Instagram is;

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