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The dorms have been open less than a week when campus security calls him to the front entrance. He arrives to find a trio of guards being glared at by a very well-dressed woman holding a nondescript paper bag. She looks angry, sure, but not something the security teams would need to call a Pro to deal with,
“What seems to be the problem?” Aizawa asks, addressing the security guards.
“Finally,” the woman says, making eye contact with him through the bars of the closed gate. “Are you Mr Aizawa?”
Aizawa’s eyebrows raise. His civilian name isn’t exactly public knowledge. “Who’s asking?”
The woman reaches into her clutch purse and pulls out a business card, holding it out to Aizawa through the gate. “I’m here to see Yaoyorozu Momo, on behalf of her mother.”
Aizawa takes the business card. It’s sleek and expensive-looking, listing only the woman’s name, the occupation “personal assistant to Yaoyorozu Yasuko”, and a phone number.
“Are you on the approved visitors list?” Aizawa asks.
“No,” the woman says, “But this is a time-sensitive matter of utmost importance.”
“Sure,” Aizawa says flatly. “Fill out the required paperwork and someone will get back to you.” He glances between the three security guards. “Why did you call me for this?” he mutters as he turns to leave.
“I’m here to deliver Yaoyorozu a medication that is vitally necessary!” the woman calls, almost shouting at Aizawa.
Aizawa sighs, and turns back to her. “Why was this not listed on her move-in paperwork?” he asks.
“There were certain privacy concerns regarding Yaoyorozu’s condition being listed on official documents.”
Aizawa looks down at the bag the woman is holding. “I will call Yaoyorozu here, and if she identifies you as the person you say you are, you can hand it over here. Then you can fill out the paperwork correctly.”
He steps away, digs his phone out of his pocket, and calls Yamada.
“Shou! Miss me already?” Yamada’s voice rings through the call.
“Are you near the dorms?” Aizawa asks.
“A business call? You're no fun,” Hizashi jokes, “yeah I’m nearby, why?”
“I need you to send Yaoyorozu to the entrance gate.”
…
“Mr Aizawa?” Yaoyorozu’s voice calls from a handful of meters away. She’s dressed in civilian clothes, her hair out of its usual ponytail.
“Yaoyorozu,” Aizawa says, “this woman claims she’s your mother’s personal assistant, is this true?”
Yaoyorozu looks at the woman. “Yes Sensei.”
The woman gives Aizawa a smirk, but Aizawa doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. He holds out his hand to take the package. “In that case, this is for you.”
Yaoyorozu takes the package, unfolding the top of the paper bag to check inside. “Oh! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Sensei, I completely forgot about this, I assumed my mother would have passed this information on to Recovery Girl…”
“So did I,” Aizawa says, addressing the woman more than Yaoyorozu. “If there’s nothing else you two need to figure out, we should be getting back to the dorms.”
…
“Yaoyorozu,” Aizawa says, breaking the silence about halfway back to the dorms, “I understand your family’s desire for privacy, but whatever this medication is for, Recovery Girl needs to be informed and it needs to be added to your file. It’s a matter of health and safety.”
Yaoyorozu blushes. “I understand, Mr Aizawa, I didn’t realise my mother was still being so… I didn’t realise she was still complicating things like this.”
“That’s fine,” Aizawa says. “I know a thing or two about complicated parents.”
Yaoyorozu nods.
“Tomorrow, I want you to see Recovery Girl to have your file updated.”
“Of course, Sensei.”
The two walk in silence for a few moments, Yaoyorozu wringing her hands as she walks. The dorms are in view now, the glow from the lights of the common room spilling out onto the surrounding gardens.
Yaoyorozu stops in her tracks. Aizawa stops one step later.
“I want to promise you that this in no way affects my abilities in the Hero course,” she says.
Aizawa nods.
“And I hope that this will not change the way you think about me,” she continues.
“Of course.”
Yaoyorozu takes a deep, steadying breath, and exhales slowly. “I’m transgender.”
“Oh,” is all Aizawa can think to say.
“I came out when I was very young,” Yaoyorozu continues. “My parents were very secretive about it, they got me on hormone blockers as soon as I started puberty and I started medically transitioning when I turned 14. As far as public record knows, the Yaoyorozu family always had a daughter.”
“Okay,” Aizawa says.
“Okay?”
“Okay. Thank you for trusting me with this information, Yaoyoruzu. I will speak to Recovery Girl tomorrow and see if we can list this medication on your paperwork without any reasoning attached. You will still need to see her tomorrow to fill in the specifics of the medications.”
Yaoyorozu nods.
“One more thing. If you ever need someone to talk to about this, my door is open.”
Yaoyorozu looks up, making eye contact with Aizawa for the first time in this whole conversation.
“Obviously our situations are different, but I know what it’s like to try and navigate being trans in high school, and, I’m not going to out anyone without their permission, but you and I are not the only trans people on campus.”
Yaoyorozu’s eyes widen for a moment. She nods. “Thank you, Sensei.”
Aizawa smiles despite himself. “Now get back to the dorms, it’s past curfew.”