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"Izuku"

"Izuku?" Hizashi asked as he looked around their baby-proof apartment to find his almost 2 year old son.

From his and Shouta’s room to Izuku’s room and the guest room.

Even the bathrooms were being searched. Hizashi studied every inch of the two bathrooms they had.

"‘Zu? Where are you, bud?" He sighed, getting nothing in response as he made his way to the open-floor kitchen. 

"What’s wrong, ‘Zashi?" Shouta asks as he carefully cuts up chicken on the cutting board for their dinner, due to it being his day to cook.

Hizashi grumbles as he looks in the cupboards. "I can’t find Izuku, I don’t know where he is-"

Suddenly hearing a noise, he immediately removes himself from the kitchen to find out the noise (Izuku was in the bottom cupboard once, well, multiple times).

Shouta just raised an eyebrow before going back to the kitchen, talking about ‘incapable blondes and their baby-finding powers dwindling every millisecond’ and ‘how the fuck did you lose our son when he was in the same spot he has been’.

Going to the small living room, which was surrounded by toys and any small plush he could get his hands on in the baby aisle (he has fought and won those battles, a true survivor), he found his son softly petting their orange Maine Coon, Pickles, while having a blue pacifier in his mouth and matching blue pajamas on.

Sighing, he walks over to Izuku and crouches down to tap him with two fingers.

"Hey bunny!" Hizashi says as the toddler looks at him before raising his hand off of Pickles and starts to smile around his pacifier.

Hizashi just smiles back and kisses the crown of Izuku’s head before ruffling his hair, getting a bigger smile in response.

Izuku grumbles as Hizashi pulls away, and he is close to tears as he holds out his arms to be picked up.

Hizashi’s worry spiked before he immediately picked him up, hoisted him onto his hip, and kept a firm grip as Izuku laid his head on Hizashi’s shoulder.

"You’re an affectionate one, aren’t you?" Hizashi coos as he hears his husband on the phone with someone before tickling Izuku, getting a shriek in response.

"‘Zashi?" Shouta asks while looking back at Hizashi, who looks over at him and makes a confused sound. "We have to start taking Izuku to school with us."

"WH-What?" Hizashi almost screams out before realizing Izuku is in his arms, which makes the toddler’s eyes start to fill with tears. 

He winces before looking at Izuku with an apologetic facial expression. "Hey, wait, I’m sorry, don’t cry."

Izuku sniffles before laying his head back on Hizashi’s shoulder.

Shouta nods. "Yeah, Nezu said that he wants us to start taking him to school after internships as a safety precaution. Doesn’t want him to get involved in any kidnapping ever since USJ." He says as he starts plating the stir-fry, "Classes are tomorrow...damnit."

"Fuck." Hizashi grumbles as he readjusts his grip on Izuku while walking to the island counter.

"Also, make our son close to tears again, and you’ll get it." Shouta says threateningly, pointing a wooden spoon at the man, and receives a Yes, sir!"’ in response.

Fuck

Fuck

FUCK!

It was raining hard, and lightning was threatening to come around as it struck the ground.

Hitoshi thinks as he runs, trying to find a payphone, an address, ANYTHING.

Ever since the USJ and Stain incident, Aizawa has given his phone number and address to his students in case something ever happens to them.

Frankly, something did happen to him.

Ever since he helped Iida with Todoroki to go against Stain, receiving only a few slashes, his current foster family found out about the incident and locked him up in a closet with a muzzle for 3 days straight.

Locked up in a closet with no food or water for 3 days was horrible, especially because they never let him out of that

Dark,

Dark,

Dark,

Closet.

The only reason he got out was that he escaped throughout the night when they forgot to lock that forbidding closet door.

It hurts everywhere.

His body hurts so bad; the muzzle is digging too deep into his face.

His senses are all ragged.

He doesn’t want to go back.

Not to them ever again.

Doesn’t he have to? Otherwise, he’ll end up in a group home for troubled kids.

As he runs to the nearest payphone booth at a cafe, he walks in and immediately looks for any cash he has.

Slipping in 50¢, he fiddles with the number keypad, memorizing the number.

Shouta looks at his phone in confusion as he sits beside Hizashi, with Izuku on his own lap, trying to take Shouta’s food.

Hizashi looks at him in confusion says, "Who’s that, Shou?"

Shouta shrugs before answering the phone, putting it on speakerphone before hearing a morse code rapidly tapped on a surface.

.. / -. . . -.. / .... . .-.. .--.

I need help.

Morse code was something that he taught 1-A whenever they were in a compromising situation, helping them with whatever they needed.

"Shit!" Shouta whispers, panicking a bit, before standing up, startling Izuku as he is hoisted onto the man's hip.

"What’s wrong?" Hizashi asks as he is handed Izuku.

"Someone from my class is in trouble," Shouta says before picking up his phone. "Are you okay?" He said while going to grab some casual clothes to wear.

The person over the line is quiet for a bit before doing another morse code.

-. —

No

…Fuck.

"Where are you kid?"

.--. .... --- -. . / -. . .- .-. / -.-. .- ..-. .

Phone near Cafe

"Payphone near the cafe?"

-.-- . …

Yes

"Alright, okay."

Shouta is rushing at this point, getting extra clothes just in case, and grabs his keys from the hanger before running to the front door.

"Do you need any help?" Hizashi yells from the living room.

"Make sure to get Izuku in bed and the guest room ready!" Shouta yells out before closing the door, putting a hood over his head.

Hitoshi was waiting under the booth, shivering as he tried to stay as warm as he possibly could, before seeing a black car in the distance.

Sagging in relief as he sees Aizawa coming, his legs suddenly give out before Aizawa catches him.

"Woah kid? What happened?" Aizawa asks in a soft tone as he helps Hitoshi up before seeing that there's a muzzle on his face.

Hitoshi sees Aizawa’s face fall into a grimace. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He whisper-shouted as Hitoshi flinched.

Aizawa, seeing the boy flinch, dials it back before grabbing Hitoshi’s face softly and turning it to the side, revealing a muzzle strap.

Wincing at the blood, Aizawa pulls away before trying to dig into his pocket for a lockpick. Finding it, he turns back to Hitoshi, who definitely has a relaxed look on his face.

Ever since Aizawa got him into the Hero Course after the sports festival, he has been grateful because he actually had a chance and someone believed in him.

Even when his own foster family didn’t.

"Shinsou, are you okay with me taking off the muzzle?"

Hitoshi just stared at Aizawa with a ‘Are you fucking serious?' expression, making the older man snort before he turned his head, giving access to the muzzle straps.

Aizawa grumbles as he fiddles with the muzzle straps, making Hitoshi jump a bit.

He stops for a bit, raising one eyebrow at Hitoshi and asking, "Does it hurt? Is it too deep?"

Hitoshi nods.

"Do you want to wait till we’ve reached somewhere? Like a hospital?"

Hitoshi shakes his head at that, and Aizawa nods reluctantly as he goes back to unlocking the muzzle straps.

As Aizawa unlocks the first strap, Hitoshi sighs in relief, spacing out until he feels the second strap come off and hears the muzzle crash to the ground.

Launching forward, he immediately goes to hug Aizawa as his body shakes. Tears immediately threaten to fall as he squeezes tightly.

Aizawa hugs him back, whispering assurances.

When he said, "It’s okay kid, I’m not going anywhere." 

That’s when he immediately let the tears fall, his body racking with heavy sobs.

Holding the malnourished boy close as he walks to his car, Shouta tries to settle him into the passenger seat, but Shinsou is holding on to him like a cat.

"What's wrong?" Shouta asks the lavender-haired boy, who still won’t let go.

"Please, don’t take me to a hospital or to my foster family. They’ll find out if I was at a hospital or even escaped at all." Shinsou begged while holding onto Shouta.

Humming, Shouta tried to think of something. "Are you okay if we go back to mine? I’ll have to clean those cuts anyway. We’ll have to go to Recovery Girl." He asks, gets a nod in response, and feels Shinsou’s grip loosen.

——

Arriving at his teacher's apartment was not the weirdest thing that night.

Something that was weird, though, was that most of the things in the apartment were babyproof.

Aizawa stops, seeing Hitoshi staring at the entrance to the living room, and crouches a bit in front of him.

"Shinsou, you can sit on the couch; I’ll go get the first aid kit." Aizawa said before going to the bathroom to fetch the first aid.

He nods at that, murmuring, "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei.", and goes to sit down on the dark-brown couch.

Looking at the living room and kitchen, Hitoshi finds that they're clean and organized, with a few pillows on top of the loveseat and the couch he’s sitting on. Posters and pictures of Aizawa, someone with yellow hair, and a toddler with black-green hair smiling together like a family in different angles and poses.

Frowning, he looks at his lap, and unshed tears start forming in his eyes.

I wish I had something like that.

Why didn’t this happen to me?

Am I really just a villain?

Nobody ever wanted me, not even my own parents.

I’m sorry; I’ll be better. I’m sorry for having a villain's quirk, I’m-

Feeling a tap on his knee, snapping him out of his spiraling, he looks up to see Aizawa and the yellow-haired person looking at him with something that seems to look like stir-fry in his hand, placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting close to Hitoshi.

"What’s wrong?" Aizawa asked while softly grabbing Hitoshi’s face, cleaning the cuts with saline solution, as he saw the yellow-haired person look at him with a soft facial expression mixed with worry.

Sniffing, the lilac-haired boy blinks his eyes, stray tears falling down his face. "‘s nothing. I’m sorry for intruding into your home, Aizawa-sensei."

Aizawa sighs, finishing up disinfecting Hitoshi’s face as he goes to grab bandages. "Shinsou, don’t worry about it. You were in trouble, and I helped you."

"But what about your family? Won't they care?" Hitoshi said while Aizawa put cat-decorated butterfly-closure bandages on his face.

"It’s okay, little listener! We’ve been worried about you since day one, so you’re alright!" The yellow-haired person said with a soft tone.

Hitoshi widens his eyes. "PRESENT MIC? YOU'RE AIZAWA-SENSEIS HUSBAND?"

Mic just gave him a smile while Aizawa pulled away and went to sit beside Mic.

"Yep! Just call me Hizashi, and you can call Mr. Grumpy here Shouta." Hizashi said happily while Aizawa grumbled under his breath about how ‘it’s too late for this’.

Hitoshi stammers, “Are you sure? I don’t think Aizawa-sensei would-" he tries but is cut off by Aizawa.

"It’s fine; also, please don’t start with ‘Aizawa-sensei’ . I heard it enough at school to the point I almost lost my damn mind," he grumbled while Hizashi giggled. "I’ll take you on as my foster son after contacting Nezu, since you can prove that your current family is abusing you."

He gaped at that before looking at his lap, crossing his arms, and whispered, "Thank you, Shouta and Hizashi.."

Shouta and Hizashi just looked at him before Hizashi motioned to the food and water on the coffee table. "Don’t forget to eat, okay? We’ll show you around after!"

Shit, he almost forgot about it!

Immediately grabbing the food, he says another thank you.

Walking around the apartment, he’s given a whole tour.

"Here’s the kitchen!" Hizashi exclaims happily while motioning to the L-shaped open kitchen with a sleek stovetop and different types of appliances, cupboards, and cabinets.

"It’s nice here…" Hitoshi mumbles while following Hizashi around the apartment.

"I’m glad you think that, Shinsou!" Hizashi says while walking to the hallway.

"..You guys can call me Hitoshi." He said while being shown the three-quarter bathroom that has a detachable shower head.

Hizashi turns his head to Hitoshi, flashing a million-watt smile, making him smile a little in return.

As they walk down the hallway, he sees a room with the name ‘Izuku’ on it.

"Hizashi?" Hitoshi asks while Hizashi looks back at him with a confused look. "Who’s room is this?"

"Oh!" Hizashi exclaimed, stopping in his tracks. "We have another son, and his name is Izuku. We adopted him after we found him abandoned in a trash-filled can while on a joint patrol last year. He’s the sweetest baby and really affectionate!"

Hitoshi frowns at that.

Abandoned? In a trashcan? What kind of parent does that?

"Yeah, I know," Hizashi grumbled, making Hitoshi jump as he realized he had spoken his thoughts out loud. "Let's show you the other rooms!" He nods at that.

After getting a full tour, he’s taken to the guest room, which consists of a queen bed with dark gray bed sheets and fluffy gray and white pillows. Posters consisting of different music artists, and a desk alongside the wall with a computer monitor on top.

"Hitoshi," Hizashi says, making the lilac-haired boy look at him. "Your clothes are in the bathroom, so you can take a shower for school tomorrow." He nods at that.

"I... didn’t really bring my uniform; I’m sorry." He mumbled. He really didn’t bring it due to him leaving his foster home with only his dead phone.

Hizashi hums at that. "It’s fine; we’ll get a uniform replacement for you tomorrow."

Smiling, he says thank you before thinking of his phone.

"Do you have a charger?"

"What kind of charger do you need?"

"Lighting cable?"

"Sure!"

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No.

No.

Please.

I'm sorry.

"Get your villain ass up in there! I hope I never see you use that demonic quirk again." His foster mother sneered as she threw him into that dark closet once again. Old scars flare up with every movement, and new ones show.

"I can't believe that a villain wants to be a hero! Fucking useless." His bullies said as they banged his head on the brick wall.

I’m sorry, 

I’ll be better.

I promise I won’t do it again.

"You dare use that fucking quirk on me?" His foster father asked as he harshly grabbed Hitoshi’s hair before scratching him with his quirk, Claws. Not even thinking about the blood-curdling screams that were made or the tears that were staining his pale cheeks.

I’m sorry.

Don’t kill me, please. I’m sorry.

"Never try that shit again." He said before leaving him in a bloody heap on the floor.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so-

"Hitoshi, breathe." A voice said, a relaxing voice…a safe voice.

Safe. No, no, no, no, it can’t be safe.

It’s fake; it has to be fake.

Wait.

Breathe?

"Yes," the voice said in a soothing tone. "It was just a nightmare."

Nightmare?

"Yes, breathe with me slowly."

He feels a calloused hand take his own before feeling something in a pattern snaking throughout his palm.

"In 1,2,3,4"

In..

"Hold for 7."

I can’t hold; I can’t! I don’t want to suffocate!

"It’s okay, you got this." The calm and soothing voice said it once again, continuing the said pattern.

Okay, I can do this…

I can’t-

"Okay, now out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."

Out…

Okay, Out….

"Open your eyes slowly. You’re here… not there. You’re safe."

Safe? 

"Safe."

Hitoshi slowly opened his lavender eyes to see the sleek white ceiling and its walls before averting his gaze to see who was beside him, revealing himself to be Aizaw-Shouta.

"Tell me five things you see," Shouta said as he looked down at him with dark gray eyes.

"C-Ceiling…walls, n-nightstand.." Hitoshi looks down at his feet. "My feet…" 

Blinking his eyes, he looks at Shouta, "‘Zawa."

Shouta nods before standing up. "That’s good. Do you want me to remove my hand?"

Lifting himself in an upright position, he immediately looks at his lap.

His teacher (mentor and soon-to-be foster dad) just had to help him out of a nightmare.

At least to say, he’s feeling apologetic.

It’s his goddamn fault for reaching that point; only

Hitoshi’s brought out of his spiral by a poke to his head. Looking over, he finds Shouta with furrowed eyebrows.

"Hitoshi, it’s fine; don't worry. It’s not your fault." He says, with a soft tone, that he had never heard.

"I’m sorry-"

"Don’t be sorry, okay?"

Hitoshi nods at that, removing his hand from Shouta’s before getting off the bed, the sheets and pillowcases hanging off of it.

Shouta turns to him with arms open and asks, "Do you want a hug?"

He nodded his head frantically with a "Yes, please" before getting engulfed in a hug.

When Hitoshi was about to walk out of the room, fully dressed in a new uniform, he saw Hizashi in his hero costume holding a white pouch(?) with Izuku in a gray jumper and a white sweatshirt paired with gray-patterned socks.

As soon as Izuku sees Hitoshi, he immediately lets his hands out, wanting to be picked up.

Even though he was already being held.

Realizing this, Hitoshi suddenly panics. "Are you sure?"

Hizashi just smiled. "He’s very empathetic and could practically feel that you were in a bad mood." 

"Uhh…okay?" He said before grabbing Izuku, hoisting him onto his hip, and getting a shriek and giggle in response.

Turning his head to look at the toddler, he suddenly gets a chubby finger poked in the nose.

"So? We’re poking people now?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, noticing Hizashi in the corner of his eye, recording.

The black-green-haired toddler just bounced in Hitoshi’s hold before leaning forward to poke his nose again.

Wanting to make the kid happy, Hitoshi just poked the toddler's button nose back, receiving a squeak and giggle before his nose was poked again.

With Hitoshi being distracted while playing with Izuku, he didn’t see Shouta in the door frame smiling into his capture scarf.

Hizashi cooed. "Awww, Shou!! Look how cute they are!!"

Now that got Hitoshi and Izuku to look at the two before hearing giggling from the latter.

Hizashi gasps a little bit with an ‘Oh!’ before handing the white pouch to Hitoshi, making the latter confused.

"It’s a jelly pouch," he explained, shrugging his shoulders, "from Shouta. It's blueberry-flavored."

Shouta gasped at Hizashi before glancing at him. "Is this how I get treated? One of my favorite flavors??"

"I mean, it's only one?"

"Liar," Shouta said, playfully crossing his arms.

"I promise it’s one-" Hizashi says, immediately hiding the three other pouches behind his back, his voice wavering like a liar while looking away.

"That," Shouta says, pointing at Hizashi with a hand on his hip, "is the face of a LIAR!"

"What? No-"

"Liar, Liar. Pants on what? Fire."

While the two were in a love quarrel, Hitoshi opened the top of the jelly pouch, Izuku still in his hold, before tasting it.

Immediately, he starts downing the rest of the jelly.

"It's good?" Hitoshi says, knowing that he downed all of it.

Shouta looks at him and nods. "Yep, third favorite after coffee and strawberry."

Hizashi rolls his eyes. "You always love coffee."

"Yeah, who doesn’t?" 

Hitoshi smiled a bit, looking over at Izuku who seemed to have the same facial expression.

Shouta’s grip on Izuku got firmer as the three stood in front of 1-A’s door; Hizashi had already gone to 1-C.

He turned his gaze to Hitoshi, who had a fearful look on his face as he looked at the door.

"Hitoshi." 

Hitoshi turned to him, fear still present.

"What’s wrong?" Shouta asks, before carefully putting his hand on Hitoshi’s shoulder so he wouldn’t freak out.

He glances back at the door before looking at Shouta. "I don’t think I want to... go in there? I know it’s stupid but-" He says before cutting himself off, his mouth shut.

Shouta raises an eyebrow, motioning for Hitoshi to continue.

"They’re kind of... What's the word?"

"Pushy?" Shouta offered as the boy nodded.

"Yes? I don’t know... I just know that I’m not comfortable with that." Hitoshi said.

Sighing, Shouta just puts the lavender-haired boy into a side hug, making the latter flinch before relaxing and carefully pulling away. His hand is still on his shoulder.

"If," Shouta starts. "If they ever make you uncomfortable, tell them off or tell me or any teacher present. Okay?"

Hitoshi nodded before turning his body to look at the door but turned his lavender eyes to look back at Shouta. "When do I go to Recovery Girl?"

"You’ll go to Recovery Girl during Health Class; I already called you out. Hizashi will be the one there with you," Shouta says, pushing the boy forward. "Go in; the bell is about to ring. You don’t want to feel my wrath."

"Alright," Hitoshi says, a small smile present on his face, before walking into the classroom.

Damn, he needs therapy. BAD.

Shouta turns to Izuku, who was smiling at the whole reaction, before tickling him, getting a giggle before retracting his hand.

"You’re ready?" Shouta asks, poking his button nose.

"EEEE"

"You’re ready to deal with these hooligans?" 

"EEEEE!"

"Do you know exactly what to do with these hooligans if they get you?" He questions the black-green-haired toddler, who pokes his nose in response to it while doing a little nod.

Shouta chuckles and walks into the classroom after the bell rings.

Izuku’s going to be in for a hell of a ride.

As soon as Hitoshi entered the class and sat at his desk, he was immediately cornered and bombarded with questions.

Oh no.

"Shinsou! Are you okay?"

Leave me alone.

"We heard that you came across the Hero Killer!" 

Stop.

"What are those injuries?"

Stop asking.

"Why do you have bandages on your face, kero?"

Please stop.

"Have you gone to Recovery Girl?"

Shut up.

"Why are you-"

"SHUT UP!" He heard Bakugou scream while slamming his hands onto the desk, being one of the only ones in his seat other than Todoroki, Kirishima, Shoji, Tokoyomi, Koda, Jiro, Sato, and Yaoyorozu.

"You fucking extras are so damn inconsiderate about his damn feelings!" He hissed, propping his feet up on the desk with explosions popping in his hand.

Bakugou tilted his head, letting out more explosions with his face in a grimace and furrowed eyebrows. "Stop crowding him; you’re making him uncomfortable. Hell, you’re even making me uncomfortable."

Ashido pouts. "We just want to know what happened, Blasty!” Bakugou sideeyed, anger present on his face. 

Uraraka adds, "Yeah! Are you okay, Shinsou?" She asked, looking back at Hitoshi as he shrank down more into his desk.

Bakugou grumbles, about to say something, as Yaoyorozu’s face turns into a frown. "That's enough. Please stop crowding him; I don’t think he likes that."

The students crowding him pouted at that before hearing the bell ring, and they immediately rushed back to their seats.

Hitoshi mouths a 'thank you' to Yaoyorozu and Bakugou, who both nodded in response.

The door opens as Sho-Aizawa, Aizawa (call him Aizawa at school, not at home. wait, home?) steps in with Izuku on his hip and walks to the podium.

Everyone but Hitoshi looks shocked at this as screams ring out everywhere.

"AIZAWA-SENSEI, WHOSE THE CHILD???"

Izuku covered his ears with tears in his eyes as the screams kept ringing out.

"Oh my god, there's a baby!"

"Who’s child is it?"

"Where did they come from-"

Izuku immediately wails, tears pouring out of his eyes, as Aizawa shoots a quirk-inducing glare, shutting them up.

"Be quiet," Aizawa says in a stern voice, soothing Izuku as the toddler calms down while sniffling.

"You guys are loud." He grumbled before holding Izuku up in the air, getting a wet giggle, and kicking. "Anyways, this is Izuku. He’s not here as a toy. You hear me? A TOY! I know you would want to dress him up in anything Yaoyorozu would make, but no. He doesn’t like that, and I wouldn’t want that either. Trust me, Midnight tried and received a bucket full of tears."

Some of the girls immediately sat back with frowns on their faces, especially Ashido mumbling ‘damnit’

Aizawa retracts the child to his hip. "Don’t force him to come to you; let him come to you in his regard. If I ever see that you force him to come to you, you will not like it. He is calm as all outdoors; I will know something is wrong when I see it."

"Also, please, and honestly, to every deity out there, please have some decorum. At least some home training. I am begging, and I never beg. If I hear him say a curse word," He closes his eyes before opening them and glares at Bakugou, who shrank back in his seat. "I’m going to be after you." Probably the whole U.A. faculty and Nedzu were left unsaid.

Aizawa lets Izuku down on the hardwood floor before continuing, putting calloused hands on the podium. "Lastly, he will be here for all classes except for Foundational Heroics, for which he’ll be with any teacher available at the moment. Do you guys have any questions or understand?"

Hitoshi barely pays attention to the hands raised as he sees Izuku crawling to him in determination, his tongue sticking out.

"No, you cannot babysit. No, you cannot ask if Yaoyorozu can make a personalized toy for you. Ashido, no matter how hard you try, will not care at all. Kaminari motherfucking Denki,”

“Not the full name!”

“You better not shock him, not even by accident. Because I swear to Kami you will be dealt with. No, no, Mineta, don’t even try asking-"

Izuku finally made it to Hitoshi as he sat up and held his hands out, smiling.

Not noticing the silence and staring from everyone else, Hitoshi narrows his eyes before picking him up and settling him down in his lap, the toddler giggling as he glances at Hitoshi.

"Your smile is blinding, I need sunglasses." Hitoshi mumbles, hearing 'That's what he does to you!’ from Aizawa as the toddler babbles away at his desk.

Coos rang out from a few classmates as Aizawa looked at them, a smile hiding in his capture scarf.

Asui raises her hand as Aizawa picks on her. Letting it down, she finally speaks up. "Is that what you mean by ‘Let him come to you’, kero?"

Aizawa nods as he goes to get his (horribly bright yet comfortable-looking) yellow sleeping bag.

"Yes, that is a perfect example." He said before slipping into his sleeping bag. "Free period, don’t bother me, and if anyone's dying or Izuku’s crying, that's when you wake me up." Grumbling, Aizawa zipped up his sleeping bag.

All eyes turned to Hitoshi as he shrank in his seat, but what nobody expected was for Izuku to look at them and literally,

Blew a kiss right at them.

Those damn vultures-

"AWWWWWWW!"

"SO MAD, WE CAN'T DRESS HIM UP!"

"THAT'S SO MANLY!"

"SPRINKLE HIM WITH GLITTER! MON AMI!

WHAT?

"Come in." Hitoshi heard Recovery Girl say as the two entered her nurse's office.

"Hello, Yamada, Shinsou." Recovery Girl said as the two of them nodded their heads. "What seems to be the problem?"

Hizashi softly pushed Hitoshi forward from behind him, showing the injuries on his face that had been cleaned and bandaged the night before.

Even though the cuts stopped bleeding, they were still present.

Recovery Girl frowned, motioning the lavender-haired boy to one of the cots.

As he sat down, he heard Recovery Girl talking to Hizashi about 'unsafe environments" and how 'they need to get those fosters in jail for abuse, neglect, etc.'

They were right, though.

Future Villains like me deserve the worst.

As she went to grab energy gummies, Hizashi walked to his side and sat in an uncomfortable chair. 

"Do you have any other injuries?" Hizashi asked, looking at him.

Shrugging, Hitoshi turns to see Recovery Girl about to treat him, but she stops after seeing his uneasy expression.

"Are you uncomfortable?" She asked as he flinched before nodding.

"I’m not fond of doctors, sorry…" Hitoshi whispered, avoiding eye contact with her.

"That’s fine; is it alright if I can check if you have any other injuries?"

He nodded at that before letting her touch his arm, trying not to flinch, and saw a frustrated look on her face.

Did I do something wrong? Fuck, did I upset her?

"Shinsou, why do you have bruised and cracked ribs?" Recovery Girl asked in a sad tone, removing her hand from the boy as he looked shocked.

Cracked? Bruised? 

Oh

Oh.

He whimpers and frowns after realizing that he never took off the bandages around his torso and stayed silent.

His throat feels like it's closed up and clogged, his breathing is jagged, and his chest is tightening with every breath he takes.

His mouth feels like iron has forced itself straight into his mouth.

Everything hurts.

Everything HURTS.

Hizashi looked shocked at this and looked at Recovery Girl with raised eyebrows and said, "Cracked? Bruised?"

She nodded before turning to Hitoshi, who was on the verge of tears and shaking harshly. "Can you take off your shirt?"

No, no, please.

I don’t want them to see.

No.

No.

NO.

"NO! No no no-" He forcefully blurted as he pushed himself up and ran out of the nurse's office, sobbing harshly.

He wanted to get away.

Get away.

"I think I'm a boy. I don’t want to be a girl…" 

"You’re a girl, not a fucking boy!" His foster mother said, her facial expression in a grimace as she slapped him. "Who the fuck told your sorry ass that?"

Stop.

Stop saying that.

He ran through the school hallways, trying to find somewhere, anywhere.

"Awww, little Hiromi likes me! Nobody would like someone like you."

Leave me alone; I’m not Hiromi.

"Shinsou Hiromi, what’s the meaning of this?"

I’m not Hiromi; stop.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Hitoshi screamed out in tears before colliding with a wall, making his blurry vision go black.

Katsuki had excused himself to go to Recovery Girl to get painkillers since he was on his cycle and had terrible cramps.

He’d been on testosterone for four years and still had periods.

Some heavy, yet some light, it still made him uncomfortable.

Yeah, he had top surgery after his 16th birthday, but damn, can he finally stop getting these periods?

To put the icing on the cake, seeing most of his classmates crowd Shinsou at his desk made the uncomfortable feeling even worse.

That’s the reason he exploded like that. Give a person some space, damnit!

His injuries didn’t have anything to do with them.

But those scars on Shinsou’s face made him think about the time he’d gotten muzzled at the Sports Festival.

Grumbling, he puts his hands in his pockets before walking slowly to the nurse’s office, not wanting to make his cramping worse than it is.

Before he could make it past 1-D’s classroom, he heard yelling before someone collided with him, making him topple over.

What the fuck?

Taking notice of heavy breathing, he looks up a bit to see lavender gravity-defying hair on top of him.

Theyre also passed out?

Wait.

"Shinsou?!"

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sooooo I WAS GONNA UPLOAD THE REWRITE OF THIS AND A NW CH OF MY OTHER FIC
and then I stabbed myself accidentally in my left pinkie finger
0/10!
BUT
the show must go on (will be uploading in the next 2 weeks because I gotta come up with a new chapter and oneshot for thislololo)
so I do have hope :D
THIS BEVER HAPPENED BEFORE AND I STATEED HYPERVENTILATING AND WAS LIKE
“Damn…is this what I get for writing ao3?@@“
SOOO not quitting this but delays me uploading other fics

will be deleted when new ch uploads

can’t believe i was listening to mitski anf laufey during yhis oh my god