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Ever since the summer camp and the incident at Kamino Ward, Shouta couldn’t make himself sleep at night until he did at least one patrol around the dorms. He knew it was a little silly, but better to be silly than for a student to be missing. So every night he made his rounds. Sometimes he came across students in the middle of the night who were wandering the halls. Usually he just gave them a polite nod and kept moving, but he always made sure to check on those particular students later to make sure they were in bed and sleeping peacefully. If he had nightmares from the USJ incidents as well as the summer camp, he couldn’t imagine the terror those kids were feeling.
Most often the kids he saw were the ones he expected; Uraraka, Yaoyoaozu, Kaminari, and Koda. he remembers exactly one time he ran into Hagakure quite literally. Scared the hell out of both of them. Less often he saw Jiro and Kirishima and Ida. The kids usually just needed a quick walk around their floor or a cup of tea or a drink of water. And he let them. He wasn’t going to force them to talk about it if they didn’t want to and Honestly he was only really worried about Bakugou and Midoriya, he never saw them up at night. Both of those kids had been through more than enough traumatic events to last a lifetime. Particularly Midoriya; who knows what kind of underlying trauma causes a kid to willingly break his own bones to accomplish a small goal.
Shouta shook his head as he opened the front door at the class 1-A dorms.most of the lights were off, as expected at 2 a.m. It had been several weeks since Kamino ward. The kids had settled into the dorm life relatively easily with only small bouts of homesickness. He was glad that he could trust them enough without him having to live in their dorms.
He started on the first floor of the girl’s dorms. All the lights were out and none of them were wandering the halls. On the boys side, the first, and third floors were quiet. On the fourth floor he saw a figure standing in front of Bakugou’s door. It wasn’t Bakugou or Kirishima, who would’ve been his second guess. Shouta Approached silently to get a better idea of who it was. The figure trembles as he lifts his hand to knock. His hand dropped back to his side after a moment. He’s about a meter away when the figure looked in his direction. It was Midoriya and the poor kid looked scared out of his mind.
“ Mr.-Mr. Aizawa?” `
Shouta gave him a once over. He probably had been asleep and had woken up from a nightmare if the trembling and the tears meant anything. “ What are you doing up?” He took a step toward his student. Midoriya stepped back and brought his arms in front of his chest, giving Shouta a good view of all his scars even in the dark hallway.
“ oh, um- nothing.” Midoriya glanced around and wouldn’t meet his eyes. “ I was just- um- heading to bed.” The kid turned toward the stairs and took off running.
Shouta sighed, somehow the idea that Midoriya was going back to bed after this was unsettling. He sighed again and followed him at a walking pace. By the time he made it to the second floor and then to Midoriya’s door, the light in his room was off. He could hear the kid crying and breathing heavily from inside. He knocked on the door. “ Midoriya? I’m going to come in, okay?” Without waiting for a response he stepped inside. He flipped the lightswitch and the room flooded with light. Midoriya was curled up on top of his made bed, arms crossed over his chest, knees drawn up to his chest. His chest heaved with harsh breaths and tears streamed down his scrunched up face.
Shouta sat beside him on the bed without touching him. “ Hey, kiddo, can I touch you?” When he didn’t respond, he took a deep breath and reached out to touch his arm. When Midoriya didn’t flinch away, Shouta pulled him into his lap. The kid buried his face in Shouta’s shirt and his hands grasped at his shirt. “ Hey, now, you’re alright. I’ve got you.” He rocked back and forth, keeping a tight hold on Midoriya as he did it. “ you’re okay, no one’s gonna hurt you. You’re safe. I've got you.” Slowly, as Shouta continued his soft words, Midoriya’s breathing calmed and his muscles relaxed. And then he was quiet.
“ Mr. Aizawa?”
Shouta looked down at his problem child’s face, he was pale, but his eyes were clear. He was still trembling terribly, but he was aware again. “ yes?”
“You can leave now, I’m okay.” the kid pulls away from Shouta and sits up.
He was still looking at Midoriya’s eyes. They were wide and scared and more childlike than any sixteen year-old. His eyes were pleading. “ No, offense, kid, but you’re not okay.” after a panicked look, he added,” And that’s okay. Over the last few months you have been through so much. We don’t have to talk about it tonight, but we should at some point soon.” Midoriya grasped the hem of his shorts. “ Tonight, all I want you to tell me is what you were doing in front of Bakugou’s room.”
Midoriya looked away. “ oh- i was-um-i- sometimes i need to make sure Kachan is okay.” His muscles tensed up again. “ Sometimes when I sleep all I dream about is Kachan disappearing through the portal and I can't do anything even though my arms are perfectly fine. He’s always out of reach and then when we are trying to rescue him, it's too late and he’s gone and all might…” Midoriya presses his hands into his face. He’s trying to keep his breathing even.
“ I understand.” He rested his hand on his student’s shoulder. “ It's okay, you don't have to say anymore.”
Midoriya nodded and swiped at his eyes again. “ I’m sorry we broke your trust.”
Shouta couldn't help but sigh. “ I know.”
“ But I don’t regret saving him.”
“ I know, but next time, I have faith that you’ll come tell me next time before you do something reckless.”
The kid looked at him with an odd expression. “ I’ll do my best.”
“ I know you will.” Shouta glanced at his watch. It was nearing 3 a.m. He still had to teach in the morning. “ Alright, kiddo, do you think you can go to sleep now?”
“ I think so.”
Shouta stood and watched as Midoriya slid under the blankets. He ruffled the kid’s hair once before heading out the door. “ Goodnight, problem child.” He flipped the light switch on his way out of the room.
The last thing Shouta expected at 9 p.m. was a knock on the door of his rooms at the Teacher dorms. He signed and set his pen down on the stack of essays he was grading. If the person behind his door was Hizashi or Nemuri, he swore he might just lay down on the floor and have an existential crisis. He’s tired and exhausted and he really just wants to sleep, but between the grading, the regular class time, making sure his class didn’t accidentally kill themselves, eachother or someone else and assisting Nighteye with surveillance, he hasn’t had a whole lot of time for sleep and Hizashi and Nemuri are not people he likes to deal with when he is severely sleep deprived.
Another knock at his door startled him out of his lament. He stood and meandered his way to the door. He rested his hand on the door handle and sighed again as he built up the patience and the will to deal with whoever was disturbing him. He cracked the door open just enough that he could see into the hall.
“Mr. Aizawa?” Midoriya stood in front of his door, hand poised to knock again.
Shouta let the door swing all the way open. Midoriya looked tired and stressed and nervous and almost like he could burst. He shifted from foot to foot. “ What are you doing here, Problem Child.”
His student glanced around the hall. “ oh, um, Present Mic let me in when I told him I needed to speak with you. I would’ve waited till after class tomorrow to ask to speak with you, but honestly, Mr. Aizawa, if I don't tell you now, I don't think I'll be able to bring myself to tell you in the future. It’s nothing bad. Or at least I don't think it is, but I could be wrong. I-”
“ hold your horses for just a minute and come inside before you spill your soul to the universe.” Shouta stepped out of the doorway to allow Midoriya in. The kid hesitated for a split second before his resolve beefed up again. He led Midoriya into a little sitting area. Shouta shooed his cat, Pants, from his chair and sat down. When Midoriya didn’t immediately follow suit, he sighed. “ sit and tell me what you need to speak to me about.”
Midoriya sat on the couch across from the chair Shouta sat in. his eyes searched the room before they landed on his teacher. “ i- well- i think i'm ready to talk. About everything.”
Honestly, Shouta should’ve seen this coming.
The kid rested his forearms on his thighs and his fingers picked at the scars on his hands. He glanced at Shouta before looking at the floor. “ I want to preface all of this by saying that for all of my life I haven't had the best experience with adults. My mom probably has been the only person, let alone an adult that I have ever trusted, including All Might. Teachers especially haven’t been good to me, like ever, so this is a little hard. But I know that trust is a two way street and if I really want you to trust me, then I need to trust you. So this is me trusting you.”
Whatever he had expected his conversation to be, this hadn’t been it. And if Shouta was being honest with himself, then even the information Midoriya had already relayed was concerning and showed a whole lot of trust. “ Okay,” he tried to give his student a reassuring smile. “ I will listen to whatever you have to say.”
Midoriya looked up at him with a creased brow and tears in his eyes. He swiped at his eyes and looked back down at the floor. “ When I was four I was diagnosed as quirkless. That really was the part when everything fell apart; it's why my dad left, it’s why teachers didn’t like me and let other students hurt me; honestly it's probably a big part of the reason why I’m so messed up.” He took a moment to breathe. Shouta wanted to interrupt, but if he did, Midoriya might not keep going and he really needed this. “ What I've told everyone, including my mother, is that I was just a really late bloomer, but that’s not the truth.” and then Izuku Midoriya begins to unload. He tells Shouta about his dream, his ruined friendship with Bakugou, the bullying, his quirk analysis, the sludge villain, getting left on the roof after being told his dream was never going to happen, saving Bakugou, All Might’s training. When Midoriya reaches the part of finally receiving his Quirk from All Might on the morning of the entrance exam, Shouta wants to hit something. And then comes all of the pressures of UA without preparation, the pressure All Might placed on this fifteen year old child over and over and over again. Shouta was angry at All Might, at Nezu, because he probably knew what was going on, the stupid Schools, and Bakugou, but most of all he was angry at himself. He should’ve seen what was going on, if not at first, then after the first week. All of this new information really explained the motivation behind the stunts Midoriya pulled. He sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.why couldn’t people just behave.
“ Mr. Aizawa?”
Shouta can hear the tears and fear in his voice and he realized that his student doesn’t know what he is thinking. He looked up. Midoriya was vulnerable and scared. Shouta realized that he was the only one who knew the full story. He was the one Midoriya had decided he could trust with this and he’d be a deadman before he let this kid down. “ Midoriya, I am very glad that you decided to trust me with this and I can't imagine how hard this was for you.” He stood from his chair and crouched in front of his student. Tears had pooled into his eyes and overflowed down his face. His breaths were hitched and he was trembling. “ Can I give you a hug?”
Midoriya nodded and slumped forward into Shouta. He wrapped his arms around the kid and held him as tightly as he could. “It's alright. I’m gonna fix this. I’m going to protect you.”
Somehow he ended up sitting on the couch, Midoriya curled up against him fast asleep. Shouta suspected that he hadn’t been sleeping well for a while and this emotional conversation had completely worn him out. He wasn’t going to wake him up just to take him back to the dorms and have him back asleep. The kid could just sleep on his couch, no problem. It was probably a good thing that there wasn’t class in the morning. It would give him time to talk to Midoriya and get him settled back at the student dorms with his friends so that he could hunt down All Might and hopefully beat some sense into him and then set up some separate training for Midoriya so he could get some better control for his quirk. His quirk. Honestly, you’d think All Might would have a couple of brain cells in there. All that pressure would break anyone. It's a miracle that Midoriya hadn’t cracked.
Shouta rearranged the kid so he was just laying on the couch. He stood and pulled a blanket off the back of it. He tucked it around him. It was hard to believe this kid was fifteen. He had accomplished so much but was still so small and even with everything the world threw at him, he was still so, so kind.
Before he left the room, Shouta looked at his cat who was eyeing the figure on the couch. “ You touch him, Pants, and you’ll be back out on the street.” He took his coffee mug to the sink, straightened the halfway graded papers on the table and went to his bedroom. He went through his routine barely paying attention. There were still so many questions he had. Some, he would have to leave alone until Midoriya was ready to talk about them; others, like Bakugou, like All Might, would have to be addressed sooner, rather than later.
As he laid in bed, all Shouta could think about was the courage it had taken for this kid, who had never trusted adults to come to an adult who regularly expressed his displeasure towards him and trust that adult. This kid would probably never cease to surprise him.
“ Midoriya,” Shouta called out as the students packed up their bags. “ Please stay after class.” Midoriya looked at him with wide eyes. He looked nervous, but not fearful. That was an improvement.
Most of the students left quickly, except for Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki. Uraraka spoke to Midoriya in an excited tone and as she and Iida left she promised to save him a seat at their table for lunch. Todoroki, on the other hand, looked between Midoriya and Shouta. He must know something of Midoriya’s past. Knowing Todoroki’s relationship with his father, Midoriya had probably shared some of his own experiences to get Todoroki to open up.
When he still didn’t leave, Shouta sighed. “ Midoriya’s not in trouble, Todoroki. Please go to lunch.” Todoroki looked relieved and with a nod from Midoriya, he left the classroom.
“ Mr. Aizawa?” Midoriya tensed as Shouta sat backwards on Bakugou’s desk. “ Is this about the other night?”
“ yes and no.” Shouta watched Midoriya carefully. Somehow he needed to convince the kid that just because it was his job to teach him, didn’t mean that he didn’t care about him deeper than that. “ Because you decided to trust me, I wanted to let you know what I'm about to do, because there will probably be some repercussions that will affect you.” Shouta winced as Midoriya drew his shoulders up to his ears and curled in on himself.
“ What kind of things?”
Shouta sighed. He was doing the right thing, he knew it, but how was he supposed to convince the kid that this was something that needed to happen. Midoriya didn’t deserve the way he had been treated and he can fix this. “ I'm going to talk to All Might about what he said to you.” Shouta held up his hand when Midoriya tried to interrupt. “ I know that you don’t want me to, but what he said to you was wrong and the worst thing is that you can’t see that. He had no right to do that. And, if i’m being honest, it's not just about what he said to you. He's putting too much pressure on you. You are a child, not a weapon. From what you’ve told me, he said he was going to make you a hero and all he did was give you a quirk. You didn’t need a quirk to be a hero; you needed support and love and he hasn’t given you either.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Midoriya’s shoulders had dropped and it looked like he was zoned out, staring at his lap.
“ Do you really mean that?”
“ huh?”
Midoriya looked up at him, tears pooling in his wide eyes. “ Do you really mean that I didn't need a quirk to be a hero?”
Shouta nodded and Midoriya burst into tears. He froze, not entirely sure how to react. He thought back to what Midoriya had told him. Growing up, no one ever told him to chase after his dreams, not even his mother. In fact, a majority of the time he was bullied for wanting to be a hero for the mere fact that he didn’t have a quirk.
“ I'm sorry. I don’t know why I'm like this. This is silly. It doesn’t matter now. I have a quirk and I'll be a better hero because of it.
Shouta could feel his heart break a little more each time the kid spoke. “ don’t apologize. What you’re feeling right now is totally justified. All of your life your value was linked to your lack of a quirk and that’s so wrong.” Shouta wished he could make the kid believe him. “ Even though your quirk will make you a stronger hero, it wouldn't have made you a better hero. Being a hero isn’t about how strong you are, but about how much you care and want to help people and you had that part figured out long before All Might gave you his quirk.”
By the time he had finished speaking, Midoriya had managed to pull himself together. There were still tears falling, but he was aware and he wasn’t having trouble breathing and damn, he was watching Shouta with such big and hopeful eyes. He couldn’t ruin that now by talking about Bakugou. He could wait till tomorrow.
“ Alright, Problem Child, you should go meet up with your friends for lunch. If you need a few more minutes to get yourself together, you can stay in here a bit longer.”
Midoriya nodded and after taking a moment to wipe his eyes on his sleeves, he ran from the room.
What an absolute mess.
Shouta stepped into the teacher’s lounge. He didn’t speak to anyone, he just headed straight to where the shrunken form of All Might stood. He had to remind himself several times that he couldn’t just walk in and start shouting. The other teachers did not need to know what was going on. He grabbed Toshinori’s arm and, ignoring his protests, pulled him from the room. Toshinori never fought Shouta’s grip, but he did jabber the whole way, trying to get out of Shouta what was going on. Shouta just grit his teeth until they made it to an empty office, close enough to the teachers lounge that no students would be near and far enough away that the other teachers wouldn’t interrupt them. He slammed the door shut after them and practically shoved Toshinori into a chair. Shouta didn’t sit. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at All Might.
“ Aizawa? What is going on?” Toshinori didn’t move to get up. That was probably a wise choice on his part.
“ Actually, I was hoping you could tell me. It has to do with Midoriya.”
Toshinori froze. “ Did he tell you..? He shouldn’t have done that.”
“ and why the hell not.” Shouta found himself in Toshinori’s face.”I'm his homeroom teacher. I am here to help him learn and develop as a hero. How can I help him do that if I didn't know what was going on? This is his quirk now. He can do with it as he pleases. If you didn’t trust him with its secret, then you shouldn’t have given it to him.” He sucked in a deep breath and he stepped back. “ you’re an asshole, you know that?” Shouta almost smiles at the shocked look on Toshinori’s face. “ First you crush his dream, a dream that was very well within his grasp if someone had just guided him. Then you give him a quirk that destroys his body because you couldn’t teach him how to use it and you put him under so much pressure to be the next All Might, when he's just a child. Midoriya Izuku is just a child and you had no right to do this. We are so damn lucky this kid didn’t crack before I realized something was going on.”
Toshinori was silent for a moment. “ but this is what he wanted. Right? Right?”
Shouta huffs. “ Midoriya wanted to be a hero. He wanted to help people. He could’ve done it without your stupid quirk and now he’s got it in his head that if he can’t be you, he will destroy himself trying. You need to fix this. I don’t care how you do it. He doesn't trust you and that is entirely your fault.”
Shouta steps towards the door and before he leaves, he takes one last look at what used to be the number one Hero. how far he has fallen. “ And if I hear that you hurt Midoriya or any other student, you’re gone. I don't care what Nezu says.”
“ Katsuki, we need to talk.” Izuku’s words rang through the common room and everyone stopped talking. He stood in the doorway of the common area. Katsuki stood without a word and followed him out of the room and outside of the dorms. He wasn’t sure when the last time Izuku had called him by his name. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had called Izuku by his own name. Whatever this was, it was probably important. Ever since their spar after he had gotten kidnapped, their relationship had been different. They were in a limbo of sorts.
Izuku sat on the front steps. Katsuki went down the last couple steps and stood in front of him. “ What do you want?”
“ you know what, Katsuki?” Izuku didn’t look up at him. “ You treat me like shit and it's not okay.” the hell… “ Aldera hurt me, but they hurt you too. They encouraged my abuse, but they never taught you it was wrong. I talked to Mr. Aizawa and-- well,” Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. He still hadn’t met Katsuki’s eyes. “ And he knows everything. About me, All Might, Aldera, the way you treated me. He’s gonna want to talk to you and you might get in trouble and I wanted you to know that. I didn’t want you to get in trouble, but I'm not okay and part of that is your fault. Even though you were just a kid, you did know better.”
Katsuki clenched his fists as his stomach began to ache. As much as he hated it, Izuku was right and Katsuki had known it for a long time. He was right and now he was probably going to be expelled. What kind of hero school could allow a person who willingly hurt other people into their courses. He probably deserved it. He had seen the scars he had left on Izuku. He deserved this. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to tell his parents? Kirishima was his first true friend outside of Izuku, if Izuku even counted. What would Kirishima say? Katsuki sank to the ground. Shit. “ What am I supposed to do now?”
“ I don't know.”
What could he do? He wasn’t worthy of being a hero. What kind of her willingly hurt their friend? Katsuki closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. He ran his fingers through his hair. He thought back to before middle school, before primary school, back when quirks didn’t matter, back when they had actually been friends. Maybe, even if he couldn’t salvage his future as a hero, maybe he could salvage his friendship. “I know this doesn't change anything and it doesn’t even come close to fixing things, but I am sorry.” he didn’t even bother opening his eyes.
“ i know. And you’re right, being sorry doesn’t fix a thing, but it's a really good place to start.” Katsuki opened his eyes. Izuku was standing before him, hand extended. “ It's not over for you yet, Katsuki.” he stared at the hand for a moment. Izuku was willing to fix this. Even after how much he had hurt him, Izuku still wanted him. This was a chance. He took the extended hand and Izuku pulled him to his feet. Katsuki watched Izuku. His face was splotchy and covered in tear tracks, but he wasn’t upset. He had a smile on his face.
“ Maybe you could talk to Mr. Aizawa. He could help you. He’s been helping me. He’s actually talking to All Might today on my behalf.”
“ what?” Katsuki shoved his hands in his pockets. “ What did All Might do?”
“ on the surface? He told me I couldn't be a hero without a quirk and is a bad teacher.”
“ He did what?”
“ Why are you so upset; you told me the same thing a million times.” Izuku scoffed at him
Katsuki was angry. “ Yeah, but I'm an asshole. He’s supposed to be a hero. He’s supposed to bring Hope to people, not crush their hopes and dreams. I’m gonna kill him.” he could barely contain the urge to start blowing things up. Who did All Might think he was to do that?
Katsuki was broken out of his rage by a laugh. Izuku was laughing at him, full out belly laughing. And it was a little funny. Who does he, someone who bullied Izuku, think he is to get angry at All Might. He sighed, watching Izuku carefully as he pulled himself together. “ The next time I see him, I will punch him,” he muttered. “You can’t stop me.”
Shouta sighed as he marked down another essay. He just wanted to go to bed. He was normally sleep deprived, but now, with everything going on with Midoriya, he had gotten less sleep in the last few days than normal. In the end it would be for the best, all of the extremely emotional conversations, the sleep deprivation, would all be worth it when Midoriya is safe and happy.
He dropped his pen, groaned and laid his head down on the desk. He could hear a student pacing outside his office door pacing and it was beginning to annoy him. He just wanted to sleep. And probably beat the crap out of somebody, but it looked like neither of those things were gonna happen. He raised his head.“ Whoever is outside my door, please just come in.” The door swung open and Bakugou stepped into his office. There goes any chance he had for a quiet afternoon of grading papers. He shuffled the papers off to the side.
Bakugou dropped into a chair on the opposite side of the desk. He slouched like he normally did, but he looked uncomfortable and incredibly guilty, which was something he had never seen on Bakugou before. “ What can I do for you?”
Bakugou’s face twisted into a scowl. “ I need help.”
Shouta tried to hide his surprise. He never expected Bakugou to ask for anything, especially help from him.” What kind of help?”
“ Deku-Izuku, he-” Bakugou clenched his fists and grit his teeth. “ I've got some problems and Izuku told me to fix them. He told me to come to you because he trusts you. Coming from him, the fact that he trusts you, is a lot. His old teachers treated him like shit. He said you were helping him and that you could help me, so here I am.”
What the hell? These kids needed to stop surprising him. Shouta didn’t think his heart could take it. He folded his hands. “ Can you elaborate?”
Shouta could see how uncomfortable Bakugou was and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Admitting you need help is hard. Admitting you’re wrong is even harder for a person like Bakugou. He had wanted to have this conversation on his own terms, but it seems like Midoriya had beaten him to the punch.
“ I’m not a good person and I should be expelled.” the kid shifted in his chair, his eyes trained on the desk. “I’ve done some bad things. Things a hero would never do. Izuku said he told you everything and so I guess you know what I did to him. Whatever he said I did, it was probably worse.” Bakugou tooked up at Shouta with tears in his eyes. “ I told him to kill himself once. It was horrible and he didn’t deserve it. Sometimes I was just so angry and scared I didn't know what to do. I didn’t mean to really hurt him.”
He reached over the desk and rested his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. Shouta wanted to be angry. Here was this kid who had done horrible things to an innocent kid and no one had told him it was wrong. But Bakugou recognized that what he did was wrong and he was here asking for… Shouta wasn’t sure if he wanted help or to be punished. “ It seems to me that you and Midoriya have already had this conversation.”
“ yeah. He confronted me. The idiot wanted to give me another chance after all I've done to him. You need to expel me before I do something worse.”
Shouta watched Bakugou. He was falling apart. He had probably come into his office under the assumption that he would be expelled, so he had probably come to terms with it already and was trying to lessen the blow. “ If I expel you, you won’t get into another hero school, not even the worst hero schools will take you. If I expel you, you will never be a hero, let alone the number one hero. Is that something you’re prepared for?”
Bakugou stood so quickly that his chair was thrown back. His fists were clenched, the tears finally falling. “ Why do you think I'm here? Huh? I know that. I know that, dammit. It’s what I deserve. It's what’s best for Izuku.” He wiped away the tears with his white-knuckled fist. The room stayed silent for a moment. ” Say it already. Tell me to get out. Tell me to get the hell out of here.” he bowed his head as if waiting for the words, shoulders shaking.
“ you’re not expelled.”
“ i- what?” Bakugou fell to the ground as his knees gave out.
Shouta came around his desk and crouched beside his student. “ I’m not expelling you. You’ve made a lot of mistakes and there will be consequences, but you want to get better, right?” When Bakugou nodded, Shouta continued. “ So from here on out, you will be going to therapy and you’ll be on academic probation and if you ever purposely hurt another student, you’ll be out of UA. Do you understand?”
Bakugou nodded again.
“ Alright, get back to the dorms, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”