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Shouta sat across from the principal, tea in front of him. The creature smiled up at him. “So, Aizawa, I hear you have a series of things to discuss with me.”
He let out a sigh. “As I have no doubt you’re already aware, I wanted to discuss Todoroki’s home life, Mineta’s continued presence, Shinsho’s home life and transfer to the hero course, and requiring sex ed for the teens now that they have been moved into the dorms.”
The mammal smiled across from him. “That is a lot to cover, though I predict that we can solve three of those with one course of action. Three birds with one stone, if you will, though that is a horrid expression you humans have come up with. I believe that a sex ed course taught by homeroom teachers with Recovery Girl’s assistance may provide enough paperwork to fuel a particular student’s expulsion, creating room for another to rise and take his spot in the hero course.”
“Do you enjoy torturing me?”
“Whatever do you mean, Aizawa?” Nedzu smiled genially.
“Homeroom teachers. Teaching sex ed?”
“It is your idea, Eraserhead. Besides, there is only one Recovery Girl but many courses.” He sipped at his tea. “Now, I believe you have other concerns?”
“Yes. Todoroki has expressed some concerning things about his home life since we have started school; one of the most concerning coming about last night concerning an older brother, Todoroki Touya.”
“Yes, the eldest of the Todoroki siblings. There was a lot of fuss when he disappeared. He was set to have transferred to U.A. soon when it happened.”
“Transferred?” Aizawa reluctantly sipped at his tea.
“Ah, yes. He did not make the cut initially, much to his father’s displeasure. He took a year of private tutoring before re-applying, at which time he did pass.”
“What can we do to help Todoroki?”
“It depends on how much he is willing to speak about it. Endeavor holds a lot of power in a lot of different ways; with enough evidence to threaten a public court trial there may be a chance of removing the youngest from his care. However, there are many factors at play in that case as well.”
“Right.” He ran his hand down his face.
“I will look into things, particularly the disappearance of the eldest. Now what did you have in mind about Shinsho?”
“I’ve noticed that he has become much healthier since moving into the dorms – putting on weight, getting more sleep, etc. I worry that his foster home is not necessarily a good environment for him; he has had abusive fosters in the past, though he won’t speak of it. He has muzzle lines.” He spat out the last bit.
“I will conduct an investigation into that, as well. Any other concerns?” He shook his head. “Well, I will be emailing out information about the new sex education course and have Recovery Girl set up a time with you to present the information to your students.” He glanced at the clock. “I do believe you are set to train young Shinsho in a few minutes. You may want to hurry to the training grounds.”
“Thank you, Nedzu.” He quickly moved out the room, mentally cursing. He didn’t want to be the one to teach sex ed; he just wanted the students to have it. But to get rid of Mineta… and replace him with Shinsho? It would be worth the agony.
Shouta wrapped up his lesson with Shinsho with a look of fond indifference. The boy had made some real strides today in using his capture weapon. After he ran through the things that the kid needed to improve, an idea jumped into his head. “You want to come over for lunch?” The kid stared at him, looking cat-like in the way his eyes analyzed Shouta for ulterior motives. “We ran a little late and Hizashi always makes plenty to go around.”
“Sure.” The teen silently collected his stuff and followed Shouta back to his apartment. As he opened the door and removed his shoes, the smell of fish wafting through the space. He wasn’t surprised to hear music, but it was unusual for it to be as stop and go as it was.
He led Shinsho into the kitchen to tell his husband the boy would be joining them. After a quick kiss, the louder man exclaimed, “A full crew for lunch today!” He chuckled at the two males who gave him a raised eyebrow. “Midoriya came over while you were out to see if you’d help him with a song he’s practicing. He offered to leave but I told him he should stay, and I could help him out and you’d be back for lunch!” Shinsho looked a bit unsettled at that announcement, but no one spoke as the music resumed, this time accompanied by an unsure voice.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Despite the unsteady voice, the emotion fueling it was undeniable. Towards the end of the chorus, he stumbled over a chord and muttering filled the air. “I should be able to do this by now. Mic-sensei showed me how and I can get it right almost a quarter of the time…”
“Hey, kiddo! Lunch is ready! And we’ve got company!” The green-haired teen startled before putting down his guitar and joining them at their table.
“Hi, Aizawa. Hi, Shinsho! I didn’t know you would be here. I hope I’m not intruding…”
Shouta snorted. “I don’t think any of us planned for you two to be here. So, no one is intruding.”
“Oh, okay!” He beamed. “Shinsho, do you play any instruments? I picked up guitar to keep my fingers nimble.” He received a negative response. “I just started a few months ago. I’ve been using the internet to learn and Aizawa-sensei helps me sometimes and I guess now Mic-sensei does, too. I fell in love with this song when I heard it a week ago and have been working really hard to try and get to play it but I can’t get it just right.”
“I haven’t heard that song in a long time.” The erasure hero commented.
“Oh! You know it?” Midoriya somehow managed to not lose steam and still consume his food.
“I swear, your sensei here used to listen to it all the time. I think it was the only thing he listened to for a like a month straight after hearing it.” Yamada teased the other man, who only shrugged in response.
“It’s a very relatable song…” Midoriya trailed off, and Shouta noticed the panic that flashed through his eyes. “Anyway, the food is delicious! Thank you, sensei.” He smiled at the blond, but still heard Shinsho’s scoff at his first statement and gave him a quizzical look. “What?”
“Not sure why someone like you would relate to a song like that, is all.” An undercurrent of bitterness came with the words Shinsho released.
“What do you mean, someone like him?” Present Mic interrupted whatever might have been said next.
“Someone with a golden quirk and a bunch of friends? Like, yeah, life can still be difficult, but that must make things way easier.” He eyed the other. “You haven’t even bothered to gain control over it – you still avoid using it often because of your bone-breaking.”
“It’s not my fault!” Midoriya interjected. “And I’m trying! I’ve improved a bunch since I started and Aizawa sensei offered to help me get it under control better.”
“How is it not your fault? You never practiced growing up?”
“I couldn’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t have it!” Shinsho’s jaw dropped at the admission and both boys looked upset.
“Didn’t… have it?”
Midoriya curled into himself a little and pushed his food around with his chopsticks. “It didn’t come in until around the Entrance Exam… everyone thought I was quirkless.”
“Shit.” The curse was more exhaling than speaking but still earned him a dark look from the adults. “I didn’t know…”
“That’s part of why I thought we could be friends… you’ve made it seem like people wouldn’t be around you because of your quirk, which is stupid of them, but also, I know how that feels.”
“I’m sorry.” The lavender-haired boy looked ashamed. “I can’t imagine how bad it was for you… it would’ve been worse than what happened to me.”
Shouta finally jumped in. “That’s another reason I wanted you two to practice together. You’ve both had difficult social histories.” He sighed.
“Let’s talk about something else, hm?” Present Mic chimed in with his upbeat attitude. “Did you boys see the article about the rise of pre-quirk hero films?” The tension slowly drained from the table as his family (mostly Izuku and Hizashi) discussed the franchises and interpretations of abilities.
After lunch, the kids offered to do dishes but were excused by the adults. Once the door closed behind the teens, they began to wash the dishes. “How did your meeting go?”
“I think he wants to torture me.”
“How so?”
“Sex Ed.” Hizashi laughed and Shouta flicked some soap bubbles at him, getting an affronted gasp in return.
“You get to teach sex ed?”
“All homeroom teachers will, apparently. He’s going to send us the curriculum today so we can do so at some point before classes begin again.”
“Can I watch?”
“You want to watch me teaching hormonal creatures about sex?”
“I want to watch as the little listeners get more and more uncomfortable watching you get uncomfortable teaching them about sex.” He grinned and danced away from the splash sent in his direction. “Oh, c’mon, love! It’ll be hilarious.”
“For you.” Shouta gave a gruff reply, even as pink stained his ears.
“Exactly!” Hizashi laughed again before wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist and nuzzling into his neck.
“I’m all sweaty.” His half-hearted protest dripped from his lips.
“Don’t care.” He nuzzled against. “Why won’t he have Recovery Girl do it?”
“Says it is unfair on her. But she will be present to assist in teaching it.”
“And you’re going through with this?”
Shouta turned in his arms to give his husband a kiss. His elbows rested on the counter, while the blond caged him in. “Most likely it’ll give me the final pieces to expelling the pervert in class.”
“Mineta? Finally!”
“I think having Recovery Girl’s statement will finalize things. At least that is what was implied in the meeting. And that Shinsho would be the one taking his place.”
“The better purple teen.” The two chuckled. They remained pressed together for a moment in silence, before Hizashi started to hum and pulled Shouta to dance with him. Despite his exasperation, he couldn’t help but melt into the movement and let his husband lead.
The following morning, after a long night of questioning his life choices, Shouta entered the student common room during breakfast and instructed Iida to call everyone down for a class meeting. While the students gathered, some still half asleep and in their pajamas, Recovery Girl and Present Mic sat in the corner of the room and Aizawa set up his computer to the large television screen. Once all twenty students were seated, he dryly started. “Nedzu has decided, with the implementation of dorms, that all students should undergo a sexual education class. I’m sure many of your parents have discussed this with you, but we are operating under the assumption you have not had any exposure.” He watched the students’ various reactions, which ranged from despair to excitement to curiosity to fear. He handed a stack of notebooks to the class reps. “There are pre-made workbooks for you to fill in as we go. These are not optional.” The students griped until his quirk flared.
Once each student had their notebook and a writing utensil, he started the presentation. “Notice the code in the top corner – you may text any questions to this number anonymously and they will be addressed. I suggest you all have your phones out, since I don’t doubt you will be complaining via text to your friends regardless.” He lazily looked around at the uncomfortable teens. “We will cover a series of topics: the reproductive system and process, as well as its variants for some mutation type quirks, menstruation, pregnancy, sexually-transmitted infections, and prevention for these.”
“Why should we men have to learn about gross girl stuff?” Mineta spoke out, and Yamada scribbled down a mark against Mineta. “That’s only their business.”
“All students should know and understand the body of all genders. Further, should you end up in a relationship with someone who experiences or has the possibility of experiencing such things, it is important to understand how it all works.” The boy grumbled as he leaned back into the couch.
“You will notice in your booklets that there are diagrams and cycles to be filled in. We’ll begin with how the body is designed. Biology has never been simple and with the onset of quirks, it has only become more diverse. Traditional speaking there are three sexes: male, female, and intersex. However, this is based upon genitalia while a variety of other factors may influence these. Therefore, variants appear, and gender will not always match what these suggest.” Mineta muttered something. “Would you like to share that with the class?” He shook his head and Shouta sighed. They managed to progress through the basic anatomy diagrams, with added notes on how mutation quirks could change how an individual’s body would form.
They progressed through the menstrual process with over half the class looking disturbed. A little ping sounded out and Aizawa opened the question. “Why are women such bitches on their period?” He opened his mouth to respond, only for Ashido to answer. “If you were paying attention, you’d notice that is when our hormones most closely resemble men’s… so we’re only bitchy because we’re acting more like you normally would.” He slid his hand down his face.
“Not how I would phrase it, but yes. That is when testosterone levels are at their highest for those who experience menstruation. Next, we will discuss sperm production.” When he mentioned the prostate and how it functions, Mineta’s mouth opened again.
“Why are you being so pro-f*g?”
“Excuse me?” Shouta’s voice was dangerous, and Recovery Girl stood.
“Talking about that bringing dudes pleasure… we’re not f*gs in here. We know to appreciate women like real men.”
“You may go see Nedzu.” Recovery Girl remained calm, one hand resting on Aizawa’s forearm, seemingly for balance, but in reality to keep him from strangling the kid.
“What? I’m just being honest!”
“Not manly, dude.” Kirishima was frowning and Bakugo’s hands were popping.
“Go. See. Nedzu.” Her voice was firm and terrifying. “He will decide if your journey at U.A. will continue or end.”
“You can’t be serious!” He wasn’t brave enough to remain in place and shouted as he stalked out the door.
Recovery Girl looked at the class. “Do we need to have a conversation about the problem of being homophobic or transphobic and desiring to be a hero?”
“No, ma’am.” The class chorused.
“Most of us aren’t fucking bigots.” Bakugo muttered.
“Then I’ll let your sensei get back to his presentation.” She shifted back to her seat and Aizawa turned back to the screen.
As he progressed through the presentation, he noticed more questions were being asked and most were quality questions. Seems like no one wanted to ask anything that could set the little shit off. When questions about pregnancy arose, he sat on the chair and leaned to look at the ceiling. “First of all, the person who makes decisions about the pregnancy is the one who is carrying the baby.” And if she doesn’t want you around, you aren’t. “If a student should get pregnant, they have several options. They may receive an abortion, which is something that Recovery Girl can administer. They can carry the baby to term and decide to either give the child up for adoption or to raise the child. Given that you are in the hero course, should you get pregnant and decide to proceed with the pregnancy, you would be moved out of all physical hero classes. This would extend your academic journey by about a year to reach all requirements for graduation. However, you would not be removed from the program altogether.” He let out another sigh. “You would have the option to switch into another program should you desire, of course. And the school would be supportive to help you be successful. However, the impact on your future career can extend beyond simply a later graduation date. Health complications and public relation complications can affect this as well.” The class was silent, but several students were nodding.
“Okay. Now, as a fear tactic, I believe, we will be watching a series of videos on different types of birth-giving.” By the end of the video, several of the girls were curled up in on one another, hands clasped tightly, and the eyes were wide on the guys.
“Dude. Girls are so manly.” Kirishima looked awed and terrified all at once.
Hizashi chuckled. “I suggest you all send your moms a text or flowers or something; they went through that to bring you here.” Many of them winced.
“Can you NOT bring up our parents during this?” Kaminari whined.
“Another fear tactic, but a real conversation, is that of STIs. It is important to understand the symptoms and that if you suspect any, you get tested right away. There is nothing shameful about it, but you want to find out early for the best treatment. It’s important to be tested before having sexual intercourse with a new partner and that you and your partner are honest about the results.” He turned to the next slide, featuring a graphic image of a severe case of chlamydia.
By the time the slideshow ended, students all looked extremely uncomfortable. “Everything in relationships should be consensual. If someone ever does something without your consent, feel free to come to speak with a staff member and it will be resolved as quickly as possible.” He looked each student in the eye after this. “The school are made some safe-sex goody-bags. Each person will receive one, regardless of intention of engagement. It has pamphlets on safe intercourse for same-sex partners and opposite sex partners, condoms, an internal condom, dental dam, lubricant, an appointment card for a reproductive health check-up with Recovery Girl to discuss testing and hormone-control pills, the morning after pill, and a lollipop.” He sighed once more. “I understand that this conversation may be uncomfortable, even with the anonymous questions, and if you have questions you may ask myself, Recovery Girl, Present Mic, or Midnight questions about anything.”
“Even about things like kinks?” Ashido asked in a teasing voice and Shouta hid his face in his scarf.
“If you need to, yes.” Recovery Girl chuckled at his response.
“Can we ask you personal questions?” Kaminari must have a death wish.
Shouta’s husband laughed and responded. “You can ask, doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll respond.” Several kids laughed at that and Shouta worked to keep his cheeks in a safe color.
His gruff voice floated out of the scarf. “Do you all have other questions now? Or can we all leave?” The students remained quiet. “Right.” He checked his phone at its vibration. “You’ll be meeting your new classmate tomorrow. Mineta will be retrieving his belongings this evening.” The girls cheered.
“Sato! Can you make us a cake?” Ashido ran up to him and grabbed his hands.
“Uh, sure?”
Uraraka jumped in. “Oh! Can you do that raspberry one you tried the other day?” The boy nodded and once they dispersed, he retreated to his apartment and face-planted onto his couch.
“Oh, love. You did a great job.” Hands rubbed at his shoulders and he groaned. “That went way better than I expected.” Another groan. “Sit up for me?” Grumbling, Shouta moved around to sit up and glared at the man he loved. The blond quickly sat in his lap and peppered his face with kisses.
“That was awful.”
“You did wonderfully. It was very educational and informative, the students were asking actual questions, and you got rid of the pervert.” He nuzzled into the other man’s neck, leaving kisses. “You were amazing, babe.” Shouta kept his arms wrapped around his husband.
Shouta’s phone buzzed. “All Might is taking Midoriya and Sato to the store for ingredients for the cake and dinner tonight.” His husband hummed and Shouta put his phone on the side table. “I want to tell him.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t stand the idea of him not knowing; I don’t want to adopt without him knowing. And you’re right about Inko being out of the country and it would take awhile for her to do anything. Besides, once he knows, he knows. It can’t be taken back.”
“You know I’ll support you no matter what.”
“Let’s have him over for dinner tomorrow. We can talk to him then.” The two cuddled in silence for another few minutes before buzzing came from the side table. He groaned and Hizashi handed him his phone. “Aizawa. What? Okay. I’m on my way.”
“Sho?”
“Izuku was hit by a quirk.”