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There was something special about class 2A. Each and every one of the twenty-one students had their own personalities and ideals. They were a rowdy and loud class constantly trying to push one another buttons. They were usually the class any sane teacher would hate to have. The class that never shut-up, the class that was always too loud and disruptive.
Yet, their teacher put up with them, somehow, and more surprisingly, they put up with each other and their shenanigans. Not a single student hated the other. It was rather impressive in all reality. Something Aizawa have never seen before. Aizawa, despite being a hard nosed man, had a particular soft spot when it came to his class of problem children. Something that these problem children knew very well.
Something Hitoshi Shinsou knew very well. He was happy that Aizawa took him under his wing, guided him, protected him when things got rough. Sometimes when he would drown out his other teachers and look out of the window of his classroom, he’d think ‘Where would I be now without Aizawa? Without the rest of them?’
Of course, he knew the answer to his question. He’d be dead ten times over by now.
‘Them’ was referring too his classmates that accepted and welcomed him with mostly open arms. None more open than Izumi Midoriya’s. She was beyond ecstatic for his inclusion into this class and…at the same time she understood him.
Izumi, the girl in class 2A known for her wild curly hair, now cut down into a stylish pixie cut. and her giant smile on her face. Probably understood his struggle more than anybody else in 2A. As behind that smile she often hid her tears and her darkest thoughts. She also understood him in the sense that she too might not have been here today if not for the love and support of her de facto family.
Yes, 2A was a family in almost every way except blood, but not even they knew everything.
Nearly four months prior Izumi had been raped, yes, everyone knew this and Izumi explained, but not everybody knew what happened after . Only a select few, Hitoshi included, knew that Izumi had an abortion only two months prior. Izumi had been through hell and back and still…
Hitoshi watched her swivel in her chair to beam at Kaminari before tossing an eraser at the blonde, retribution against Kaminari throwing a paper ball at her head only moments before. Kaminari clearly just bored and needing stimulation. The eraser never hit Kaminari as Iida was faster than both and grabbed the eraser out of the air. “Stop horseplaying, Aizawa-sensei will be back any minute for switch!” Iida demanded as he chucked the eraser back at Izumi- beaming her right in the head causing her neck to snap back by the force.
“Oof!” Izumi giggled as and moved her head back up, the eraser now stuck in the center of her forehead.
“Hey, bullseye!” Sero cheered as he threw his eraser up and down threatening. “Way to go class rep!”
Iida gawked. “No- no-” he tried to dispel any more encouragement of horseplay from the others, but it was too late.
Erasers flew at Iida at an alarming rate. He couldn’t block them all and got hit. A lot.
The doorknob rattled and Iida flew to his seat, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. All the class sat poised and ready a few of them sweating at the sheer amount of erasers piled on the ground. The man himself, Shouta Aizawa, entered the classroom. His eyes scanned the room for anybody not in their seat.
“Ochako, Todoroki, Midoryia, and Shinsou-” Aizawa said calmly as he strolled in. All four of them sweated intensely.
‘Please…’ Hitoshi begged. ‘Please! Just one day…’ He had to keep himself from looking at the ceiling as he clasped his hands together. He knew the others were thinking the same thing he was.
“Plank.”
“Urg!” Was the noise all four of them made. Painstakingly all four of them got up from their seats. Having to kick some erasers out of their way, they got on the ground in the planking position. For how long? Who knows with Aizawa.
This wasn’t a whim on Aizawa’s part, more rather a punishment that they must endure for the rest of their 2A school year. A punishment made because the four of them snuck out of the city in order to get Izumi to an abortion clinic. They got caught lying to their teachers, and thus this punishment was made. When Aizawa says plank, they plank. It didn’t matter if it was lunch, or in another teachers class. They planked until he said it was okay to stop. It was public humiliation as well as a grueling punishment wrapped in one.
Aizawa walked up to the podium. “As I’m sure you are all aware, the Sports Festival is coming up in two weeks. So, you know what that means?”
“We train hard and we beat the rest to pulp!” Bakugo snarled rather happily while pounding his fist into his hand.
“Let’s start with train hard.” Aizawa commented softly. “But yes, train hard. As you know the others will be watching and scouting. You really want to make a good impression on the heroes. Ochako, you may get up.”
Ochako gave a sigh of relief as she got up, the first to be released. She smoothed her skirt and sat down in her chair.
Hitoshi grunted a little but quickly tried to suppress the noise with a cough. If Aizawa thought he was complaining in any way or form. Then he’d be subjected to this torture longer. He loved Aizawa like a father, but man if the guy didn’t come off as sadistic at times. That being said, this was better than living with his actual father.
Hitoshi Shinsou’s father, Dai Shinsou, was a loser in every sense of the word. He was also an abuser, hurling insults at Hitoshi any chance he could get and not afraid to get physical, but then again, neither was Hitoshi. The last time he saw his father he was punching him over and over again screaming in his face.
It was a toxic relationship they had and one that Hitoshi was glad to be rid of.
“Shinsou and Todoroki you may get up.”
Relief flooded through Hitoshi’s body as he got up. His muscles happy to be free from that tortuous position. This left only Izumi on the ground.
But nobody was worried, she wasn’t even sweating yet. If anything she was glad for the stimulation. Izumi lived for this kind of thing. Something Hitoshi would never understand.
“What will they being doing for the sports festival this year, Sensei?” Mina asked excitedly.
Mineta gave a bit of a pervy noise that made Hitoshi roll his eyes. “Another race, I hope…one with water and white shirts- or better- female mud wrestling… To see Ochako and Mina wrestling down in the dirt with white shirts that cling to their bodies-” The best thing about being seated behind the gremlin was for moments like these.
Hitoshi jerked his foot out, kicking Mineta’s chair so harshly that it caused Mineta to bang his face against the table. “Ouch!”
“Oh, sorry, I thought I was kicking my backpack.” Hitoshi lied through his teeth. He will give Mineta some benefit here, he wasn’t as grabby when it came to the girls. Ever since he learned of Izumi’s rape, and when they watched those videos in class on rape and sexual assault, he stopped grabbing and groping the girls. The only time he got close to groping someone in recent months was Ochako to which he got a swift kick in the face from Izumi for that. Needless to say, he learned his lesson. He still made comments, but one step at a time.
Mineta grumbled while rubbing at the back of his head.
Aizawa hummed “As stated before, I don’t know what the Sports Festival will entail. I’m in the dark as the rest of you… Midoryia, you can return to your seat.”
“Hm.” Izumi didn’t sigh like the rest of them as she stood up. She, like Ochako, smoothed her skirt out and stretched her muscles. “Doesn’t matter what the Sports Festival throws at us. I’m ready for whatever.” She confidently said before interlocking her fingers stretching her arms forward and sitting.
“You sound like Bakugo.” Tsu commented with a small laugh.
“No, she’d sound more like Bakugo if she said it like this: It doesn’t matter what the damned sports festival throws at us because I’m going to smoke you extras!” Kaminari mimicked Bakugo’s voice as he slammed his hand on his desk for good measure.
Izumi threw her head back in a laugh, ignoring Bakugo’s roar of indignation. “I’ll end you!”
“If you are all done-” Aizawa brought attention back to himself making everyone straighten up immediately. Hitoshi looked at the clock and saw that there was still five minutes left remaining for the school day.
‘I’m ready for the weekend.” Hitoshi thought as he lazily stretched himself across his desk. He drowned Aizawa out as he continued to lecture the class. Instead he looked at the back of Izumi’s head and gave a hum.
Izumi had come up to him before class started all excited about a surprise for him after school and for the weekend. He wondered what it was.
At some point Mineta had turned around to look at Hitoshi, maybe to ask him something, but he stopped and followed Hitoshi’s gaze before he grinned and looked back at Hitoshi. “A real looker ain’t she?” Mineta whispered to Hitoshi while pointing his thumb at Izumi. “A little plain looking when it comes to her face, and her body is kind of stocky, but that ass -”
Hitoshi kicked Mineta’s chair only this time ten times harder than before, only he didn’t stop at one. Instead he kept going, this caused Mineta’s head to bounce up and down against his own desk from the impact. “Oh dear-” Hitoshi growled as he continued his viscous onslaught on the back of Mineta’s chair. “-Oh me, Oh my, I sure do love kicking my backpack !” Hitoshi growled with each and every violent kick to the back of Mineta’s chair. This earned Hitoshi a few scant giggles from the class as they watched this.
“Is there a problem, back there?” Aizawa asked with a tired sigh from the front. This made Hitoshi stop and straighten up a little.
Izumi was looking over her shoulder at him and he simply smiled. “Nope! I thought I was kicking my backpack, silly me!” Hitoshi rubbed the back of his head for good measure.
Izumi gave a soft giggle before focusing back on Aizawa. Aizawa simply sighed in soft irritation before looking at the clock. “I was done anyway. Just remember what I told you all and have a nice weekend.” Aizawa then shuffled into his sleeping bag before slithering behind his desk to nap. No sooner had he done this did the final bell for the school day ring.
Everyone got up, most started to pile out loudly proclaiming their plans for the weekend. “I’m going to play video games until I pass out with the controller in my hand!” Hitoshi heard Kaminari brag to Tokoyami.
“I have to study for Present Mic’s class anybody want to form a study group?” Ochako inquired to those surronding her.
“Sounds fun, I’m in!” Mina agreed.
“Agreed, I’ll bring tea.” Momo smiled.
“Yeah! It could be a girls night- Izumi? You in!?” Hagakure asked and the group of girls paused.
It was as a shadow passed over Hitoshi’s desk did Izumi speak. “Sorry girls, I’m busy! I’ve already got plans with Hitoshi today!” Izumi chirped happily and Hitoshi realized that she was the shadow over his desk. “I’m going to go to the dorm and get changed and then we can get going! I can’t wait to show you what I’ve got planned!” Izumi told Hitoshi, she then turned and walked out.
“It better be worth getting interrogated by Aizawa for an hour and a half about our whereabouts.” Hitoshi gave a little huff as he watched her go. Again, they lied to the teachers and left the city, Aizawa wasn’t going to let that slide and now when they request to leave campus he questions them thoroughly .
Izumi didn’t give away the surprise as she and Hitoshi stood in front of Aizawa as the location wasn’t the surprise she had planned.
They were going to the arcade located in the mall. They were leaving the campus around five thirty, maybe a little later, and returning by ten PM. Hitoshi knew this because Izumi had to repeat it…over and over again. What’s funny was that she originally wanted midnight as their return time. Mr. Aizawa shut it down. It was like watching a professional haggler.
“You’ll return at Seven PM. Sharp.” Aizawa had said coldly as he stared the two of them down.
Maybe if this was the start of her first year Izumi might have backed down, god knows Hitoshi was ready to. Izumi crossed her arms over her chest rather defiantly
“With all due respect, Mr. Aizawa, we’re not middle schoolers. Eleven-thirty.” The coldness in her voice had thrown Hitoshi for a loop and the fact that she was talking to Aizawa of all people like this.
Aizawa put his elbows on his desk and interlocked his fingers into a dome. Her challenge was accepted. “I can’t trust you. Eight Pm is more than reasonable.”
“Eight?... that’s a hard bargain, but I think ten-thirty is more than fair.”
His eyes narrowed . They stared at each other. “Nine.”
“Ten.”
Silence.
“Fine.” He huffed. “Problem child.” He gave an irritated grumble as he signed off on the forms.
Hitoshi smiled a little at the memory, slung his bag over his shoulder, and stood. He was more than curious about the surprise she had planned for him. The moment he stood the other girls descended upon him. All of them flanking him from every angle making escape impossible.
“Alright, Shinsou, spill. Is this a date ?” Hagakure hissed in his ear.
“What-” He scoffed at the idea. They were just friends . But he never got to rebuttal when Mina, who was against his back spoke next.
“-I won’t lie, if anybody were dating Izumi…I’d want it to be you. But that being said, even you aren’t perfect. You be careful with her, Shinsou. God knows she’s been through enough- and the fact that she’s trusting you to start dating means a lot .”
“Make her cry and we will personally put you in the ground , Ribbit.” Tsu threatened .
It all made Hitoshi’s head spin. “Whoa-”
“Girls, girls.” Ochako, his beautiful, beautiful savior came to his rescue. “It’s not a date.” She giggled. “If it was, Izumi would have told me. Besides, she doesn’t see Hitoshi like that, he’s just a friend.”
“But- they’re so close .” Mina whined dropping her tough-girl act at the drop of a hat.
“Exactly, she’s like a sister to me-” Hitoshi wiggled out of the other girls grip. “-Besides…I wouldn’t dream of doing anything that would make her cry.” He told them as he gently dusted his shoulder off a blush spreading across his cheeks.
“Not only that but guys despite what… happened to Izumi.” Ochako cautiously spoke. “It’s still Izumi . I’m not saying Hitoshi would try anything, because I know he would never . He loves her! Platonically, of course, but if he randomly turned evil and tried anything Izumi would mop the floor with him. No offense, Toshi.”
“Can’t take offense to the truth.” Hitoshi gave a half-hearted shrug.
That satisfied most of the girls.
Most .
It wasn’t lost on Hitoshi as Mina, Hagakure, Tsu, and Ochako piled out of the classroom that Momo stayed behind.
Hitoshi felt on guard from the other girl’s gaze. Momo wasn’t like the rest. She didn’t care for the gossip, she was akin to the class mom, someone to be reckoned with if one of her children were ever hurt or put in danger.
“You’re…an interesting person, Hitoshi Shinsou.” Momo finally said after a few moments of silence between them.
“Uh…thanks, I guess.”
Momo gestured with her hand for him to walk with her and he did so. Together the two of them walked out of the door and out of the classroom. “...How is Izumi?”
“Didn’t you and her have a study session with the others a week ago?” Hitoshi asked and Momo gave a small blush.
“It’s just…you know her so much better than the rest of us. She’s… well… Izumi’s reserved around the rest of us. Aside from Ochako that is. When it’s the rest of us girls all together she puts her mask back up, insists she’s fine, and moves on.”
“Hm. I agree with Mina, Izumi has been through a lot. I think if she were randomly ‘surprising’ some rando guy, I might have the same reaction as the rest of you… that being said, she’s trying her hardest to move on from what happened. I think that’s why she’s so giddy about this surprise, whatever it is, it’ll help her return to a bit of normalcy if only for a night. I know her, Momo, she just wants to forget, even if it’s just for a night.”
‘I know the poor girl is still plagued with nightmares almost every night.’ He thought solemnly as he stared at his scuffed shoes.
“... you know…the others…they didn’t mean anything bad earlier…right?” Momo whispered nervously. “I know you have… unpleasant history with being called a villain and being untrusted because of your quirk-”
“It’s fine.” Hitoshi quickly waved her off. “Like I said. If Izumi was doing this to some one else. Another guy in class or even another guy in a different class, I'd be right there with the rest of you.”
“...You-... you’re part of 2A the same as us, Hitoshi. Don’t you forget that.” Momo gave a kindly smile that would make Hitoshi blush a bright red.
“Heh!” Hitoshi would keep that blush all the way back to the 2A dorms.
He got into his room and swiftly changed out of his school uniform, opting now for a pair of blue jeans, his sneakers, and the cat hoodie that Izumi had bought him when they went to Kyoto. He made sure he had his wallet and stalked out of his room.
‘There’s still glitter in that carpet.’ He thought as he could see the specks of various glitter glinting back at him. His fault for glitter bombing Aizawa, it was worth it…until Aizawa got his revenge by dumping four separate vials of glitter all over Hitoshi personally.
Hitoshi quickly jogged down the stairs. He would usually take the elevator, but thanks to a certain blonde in the building it was currently shut down due to an electrical shortage. As Hitoshi jogged down the steps he could hear Bakugo yelling, honestly when wasn’t that boy yelling?
“-Don’t ignore me, Deku!”
Then Izumi spoke not even a moment later. “Please feel free to ignore, Kacchan. If he gets too loud for you, feel free to step out, okay…” Her voice was soft, loveningly, tender. Almost akin to the voice she would for Eri when Eri would have a bad day. ‘He must be scaring Eri.’
“Yeah!” Mina suddenly spoke. “Ignore Blasty! He just likes to be loud. All bark no bite I say!”
Hitoshi got down the final steps and sighed. “What’s the pomeranian barking about now? What can’t help but scare a little…girl…” When Hitoshi turned the corner he saw almost all of class 2A…
Plus two more who were not part of their class.
Two wearing big shiny Visitor badges on their chest.
There Okami Reed and Tomie Tsuka stood right next to Izumi. Tomie beamed at Hitoshi and waved brightly at him. “Toshi!”
Okami had a different reaction. His long waist length hair was in front of his face while he kept his awkward gaze on the ground. His hands twisted together nervously. Izumi had her gaze on Okami, why wouldn’t she? Okami was no doubt already overwhelmed and Bakugo wasn’t helping the poor kid.
Okami was wearing a very simplistic outfit one Hitoshi has seen many times in the mental facility. Just a white thin long sleeved shirt and long blue jeans. Along with wicker slide sandals. Nothing with shoe strings, ever.
Tomie was different, most likely because she was freed from the facility for the time being. Her outfit consisted of a loose fitting off the shoulder red top. Her one shoulder showed that her lighter colored freckles weren’t just on her face but all over her body. With the top she wore simple blue jeans and boots that stopped at her ankles laced up tightly. Her mop of curls, which were tighter than Izumi’s own curls, were currently being held up in to two round shaped pigtails up top her head.
Once it struck Hitoshi fully he gunned it for his friends. “Guys!” He couldn’t help it, he jumped on them wrapping them both up in his arms. “I missed you guys so much!” Hitoshi kissed Tomie’s cheek.
“Oh my-!” Tomie no doubt blushing now but his love went both ways and Hitoshi kissed Okami’s cheek all the same.
“-Haaa…” Okami had no words as his brain short circuited from Hitoshi surprise bomb of affection.
“ Surprise! ” Izumi grinned almost devilshly as she gestured to both Okami and Tomie.
“I- How’d you even pull this off!?” Hitoshi asked as he came up to Izumi.
“With a lot of groveling to Mr. Aizawa. That’s how!” She gave a laugh. “But let’s not focus on that right now, please…”
“Izumi, aren’t you going to introduce us properly? It’s rather unbecoming.” Momo softly asked as she looked at Okami and Tomie.
Izumi blushed. “I’m sorry!” She bowed quickly to the newcomers. “Everyone! This is Tomie Tsuka and Okami Reed! We met them-...” Izumi suddenly trailed off. There was a silence between everyone.
Okami grabbed on to his own sleeve as he looked down at the ground. Tomie gave a soft ‘oh…’ as she realized where Izumi was going and why she trailed off. Even Hitoshi felt a little awkward. Yes, 2A knew that both Izumi and Hitoshi were admitted into a mental health facility, the main reason the two of them have become so close in such a small amount of time, but…would they take well to Tomie and Okami?
Finally, Izumi straightened herself up. “We met them at the mental health facility.” She flat out said. “They helped us both recover and…well, they mean a lot to us!” Izumi finally smiled again while rubbing at the back of her head.
“Oh…so is the long haired one a chick or…?” Mineta, who was hanging off the back of the couch, asked rather disinterested. Both Kaminari and Sero jumped on Mineta. Knocking him off the back of the couch.
“Don’t be rude!” Both boys had yelled at Mineta feverishly.
Okami blushed.
It was his long hair that made his gender hard to tell. Hitoshi was sure if Okami at least kept it out of his face it might not be so confusing.
A soft gasp rang out and Hitoshi was swift to see why as was Izumi. Okami, who was wearing a long sleeve, had started to scratch at his wrist, lifting the sleeve up, showing the many many scars he had. He had only lifted the sleeve an inch if not even. Maybe it was on reflex did Tomie cover her own scarred wrist with her hand-
“I’m sorry-” Okami gasped a little as he tried to hide his wrist by tugging harshly on the sleeve so it was way past his hand at this point. Tears sprung in his eyes. “It’s just that this was the only shirt I owned that was longsleevedandit’sreallyitchyI’msorry-”
“It’s fine-” Izumi came up and deliberately put her scared hand on his shoulder. “-We’re no stranger to scars in this building. Besides, we need to get going! We have lots of things planned for the four of us. We’ll be back later tonight-” Izumi helped lead Okami and Tomie to the door. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at her friends. “-Don’t wait up.” Her voice was a little stiff as she said this.
Tomie had grabbed Hitoshi’s shoulders and started to push him eagerly towards the door. Hitoshi laughed at this. “I’m going, I’m going!”
The moment the door shut behind them… both Hitoshi and Izumi sighed . A small puff of air leaving their mouths. “Well…that could have gone better. I’m sorry, you guys.” She whispered softly.
“I think it was just a little too much for all parties to handle, Why bring them to UA?” Hitoshi softly asked.
“Part of the deal Aizawa had to make…speaking of Aizawa.” Izumi looked past Tomie and Okami as Aizawa started to walk up to them.
Tomie and Okami caught on and turned towards where the other two were looking. “Ohhhh~” Tomie grabbed on to Okami’s shoulder and gave him a shake. “It’s a hero!” She whispered excitedly. “A hero teacher!”
Okami used his wrist to lift his long hair out of his face as Aizawa approached. “Children…” He then looked at Tomie. “And one adult.”
“Mr. Aizawa. Thank you again for allowing this.” Izumi bowed to Aizawa.
Aizawa walked up to Okami. There was a moment of silence as both long haired males stared at each other. Okami audibly gulped. then Aizawa reached into his scarf and pulled out a hair tie. “Here. that’s an impressive length for someone your age.”
Okami blinked before shakily taking the hair tie. “T-thanks…the facility doesn’t allow me to get hair cuts anymore…not after what happened last time. When the barber’s back was turned I tried to stab myself with their scissors.” Okami whispered the last part before he silently bundled his long hair up and tied it in a high ponytail so it was off of his neck.
“So, you’re just expected to deal with super long hair?” Izumi gave a little huff at that and Okami scratched at his face.
“It was either that or buzz cuts every month. I’d rather have the hair…” He admitted softly while reaching back to pull at the end of his ponytail.
“Right…and that’s why this must be done before any of you leave. I apologize, but this was non-negotiable for Okami’s case worker. I have to frisk you… all of you. I figured doing this outside would be less embarrassing for you four.”
Hitoshi wasn’t surprised, in the slightest in all honesty as he, Izumi, Tomie, and Okami were lead away from the busy dorm area and to a more secluded part of the area where they lined up against a wall with their hands in front of them.
“I’m going to touch you now,” Aizawa warned Izumi who nodded.
“Go ahead, I have nothing on me.” She commented softly.
Aizawa worked expertly and swiftly. Starting at Izumi’s boots, checking inside and then moving up. Izumi was wearing shorts which made it easy for Aizawa to just give the rest of her body a quick pat down. He was mindful when touching her chest, making sure to keep his hands on her sides. Which caused a sudden giggle from Izumi as she jerk involuntary. “So-sorry!” She apologized just as quickly. Aizawa only jerked her back in place.
“Stop it.” He gave an annoyed huff. “Wallet.”
“What can I stuff inside of a wallet?” Izumi gave a weak huff while she handed her wallet over.
“You’d be surprised.”
Her shirt was a loose fitting T-shirt with the words…
Socks written on it.
Hitoshi just didn’t know about that girl.
Once Izumi was cleared Aizawa moved on to Hitoshi. “I’m going to touch you.”
“Yeah-yeah. Is now a bad time to tell you I have a knife strapped on the inside of my thigh?”
Aizawa only looked at him.
“I’m joking, lighten up- ack! ” Hitoshi should have seen Aizawa’s capture weapon coming, but he didn’t until he was suddenly being strangled. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry! ” He wheezed. Tomie’s and Okami’s wide and scared eyes were not lost on Hitoshi as they looked at him fully concerned. His pleas were heard and Aizawa released him.
“Just turn around and shut up- smart ass.” Aizawa huffed as he reeled his scarf back in. Aizawa swiftly patted down Hitoshi. Even going as far as to call Hitoshi’s, obvious, bluff and patting the insides of his thighs. “Wallet.”
“Seriously?”
“Give it.”
"Lamest mugging ever-” Hitoshi grumbled as he handed his wallet over to Aizawa. Still, Like Izumi, Hitoshi came back clean. That only left two.
Aizawa came up to Okami next. Okami was white knuckling the wall when Aizawa came up from behind. “I’m going to touch you now.” Aizawa cautioned and Okami shook but nodded.
“Ye-yes sir.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Aizawa worked quickly and expertly, however, both Izumi and Hitoshi noted that Aizawa was a little more thorough with Okami. Checking in spots he hadn’t with them. Of course Aizawa was warned about Okami by his caseworker, so Aizawa was taking no chances.
Aizawa had passed up Okami’s stomach and Okami, like Izumi, had suddenly laughed and jerked away. He then tensed once he realized what he had done. “I’m sorry!” he swiftly apologized while his hands shook. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay.” Aizawa reassured him. “You couldn’t help it.” He moved up patting swiftly up Okami’s sides and up his arms and shoulders. Aizawa stopped at Okami’s wrist and maybe curiosity got the best of him, but they watched as Aizawa lightly pulled the sleeve down just to see a smidge of the scars Okami had on his arms.
A moment passed and Aizawa lowered Okami’s sleeve back down and gave the boy a soft pat on the shoulders. “You’re good.”
Last but not least was Tomie. Aizawa patted her down like the rest of them, but she was different. She had a purse . Aizawa went through that as well. His expert and quick fingers shuffling around the purse and it’s contents. “Hm.” He made a noise before shutting the small purse and handing it back to Tomie. “All seems to be in order.” He told them all. “Go, have fun. Be back by ten, you hear me? If not I’ll hunt you all down. I mean it.”
“Of course, Mr. Aizawa!” Izumi was the one to happily chirp.
Hitoshi’s eyes went to Aizawa’s right hand. He was holding something in it. They locked eyes and Aizawa nodded in his direction. “Be sure to text me when you get to the mall, now go, before you miss your train.”
Hitoshi couldn’t ask Aizawa anything as Izumi and Tomie both grabbed him by his arms and swiftly started to drag him away from his mentor.
Eventually whatever Aizawa had in his hand would be long forgotten by Hitoshi as the night progressed.
“...How long do you plan on standing there?” Aizawa asked as he turned around.
There was a moment where nothing happened. Then Ochako came out from around the corner. The girl looking confused and if not a little upset. “I’m sorry…I just wanted to apologize to Okami for the rather harsh impression we might have accidentally gave him when I saw…” She quickly bowed to Aizawa. “I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose.” She rose after that.
“I trust you won’t tell anybody.”
“Not a soul… but sir…” Ochako gave a soft whine while looking at Aizawa. “I understand searching the other two but…why Izumi and Hitoshi?”
“...” Aizawa gave a sigh. “I’m sorry you had to learn this way.” was all he had to say as he patted her shoulder. “But Izumi wasn’t in that facility just because she was trying to cope with her rape… and Hitoshi wasn’t admited because his mental health took a downward fall.”He explained to Ochako as he then flashed two razor blades in her direction.
“In fact…I’m going to have to have a talk with him when this is over. One of these is his.” He said rather…forlorn over the fact.
Ochako gave a soft noise as she looked at the glinting metal on the blades. “He seemed so happy though.”
“Outward appearances can be deceiving and mental health can’t be fixed in the snap of a finger.” Aizawa told her softly. “That being said, let’s leave him alone for the night. Let him have a nice day before it comes crashing down.”
“... You don’t think he’d try again….do you?”
“Truthfully? I don’t think so. I think he’s just looking for an outlet for those dark thoughts… all of that being said…” Aizawa grabbed the razor blade in question and narrowed his eyes. “Where’d he get this? Ochako, could you do me a favor?”
“Of course!”
“Ask the girls if any of their razors have gone missing in the past couple of days. This blade looks sharp and unrusted… this one however was just tetanus waiting to happen…” Aizawa grumbled as he looked at the second razor.
It was rusted at the sharp part and Aizawa could still see dried brown colored blood along it.
“I can’t believe Hitoshi would put himself at risk for infection like that.”
“Well, those wanting to self harm aren’t thinking straight. That being said this one isn’t his. Don’t worry, it’s not Izumi’s either. She’s clean.” Ochako relaxed at Aizawa’s words.
Aizawa wasn’t relaxing. “One more thing.”
“Ye-Yes?”
“I’m sorry if I’m asking you to do too much, but I want you to ask this of the other girls as well. When Izumi changes in the changing room…look for scars. I understand that feels like an invasion of privacy, I understand that’s a big ask, but if Hitoshi is doing this ?...I don’t want to take any chances of Izumi regressing.”
Ochako looked uncomfortable for a moment before her face hardened and she nodded. “Understood!”
“Thank you.”