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Aziawa’s problem children have caused many problems, as the name may imply; but the biggest out of these has to be the relationship between Bakugou and Midoriya. Numerous teachers had reached out to him about their nonstop bickering and even physical fights. While the number of physical altercations has lessened over the last few months, it is still not healthy for anyone that this least would happen at least once a week. And all of this is an improvement for them, from what Nezu has told Aizawa.
All that being said, Aizawa has finally gotten the time to deal with the clearly unstable relationship that is now affecting the whole school. Between the League of Villians and regular school, he has yet to be able to find a therapist or talk it over with the two. Luckily, Nezu had been able to find a therapist specifically for all his class and another one for Bakugou and Midoriya. All he has to do now is talk with Bakugou and Midoriya…..and both their parents.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
The plain door opens after three knocks to reveal the exact copy of Bakugou, the only difference being that this one is an adult woman. “Hello, Mrs. Bakugou, I’m your son's homeroom teacher from UA. I’m here to talk about some new options UA is allowing for my class and the other classes at UA.”
“Oh, of course. Just let me get Katsuki,” she politely greets before yelling “BRAT! Get your ass down here! Your homeroom teacher is here!” Aziawa only minutely flinches at the loud scream that came from the woman.
“Come on in, Mr. Aziawa- if I remember right.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he responds and sits on the slick white couch in the family room.
They make some idle chat for a minute or two before the blonde goes upstairs to yell at Katsuki to hurry up, resulting in more cursing and yelling. The raven-haired teacher takes this time to look around the modern house and at all the pictures that line the walls and shelves, and to say he was surprised would be an understatement. Hundreds of pictures stare back at him, ranging from Bakugou at four years old to what seems like just last week; but what really shocked him was that half of the photos included either Midoriya or his mother. Aziawa was currently staring at one photo of both Midoryia and Bakugou in All Might onesies right in front of the coffee table not even ten feet away from him.
“They grow up so fast don’t they,” Mrs. Bakugou comments as she moves right behind him. “I still remember the days that the both of them would run around causing chaos-” she stops midsentence to pick up the picture and look sadly at it before continuing, “I haven’t seen him as happy as this in a long time, about the time the two of them stopped talking. He just seemed to grow up and shut everyone out when that happened-” the woman’s voice faded off before stomping could be heard as Bakugou came down the stairs.
“What are you doing here?” the younger blonde sneers as he sees his homeroom teacher.
“Watch your manners, brat,” the elder responds as she leads her son to sit on the other couch across from his teacher.
“Well-” the teen prompts gruffly after sitting down.
Aziawa takes the cue from the grumpy teen and starts the lengthy conversation that is about to happen. “Due to the number of attacks UA has had from LOV and villains in general, Principal Nezu has had dorms built on the UA campus so we can better protect our students. This offer is optional, but heavily suggested, especially for Class 1-A.”
“You want me to have my brat go live with you?”
“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, YOU OLD HAG-”
Smack.
The air around the three suddenly became tense as Bakugou growls under his breath, but otherwise acts submissive to his mother.
“Sorry, about that, Mr. Aziawa. If you would continue.”
“Of course-” he says cautiously as he glances at his student, “We really feel this is the best plan of action as a new group of villains seems to be targeting Class 1-A. The school promises to protect each student and I personally will be living with your son and his classmates, along with three other adults. I am just here to give you the information and the contract for you to look over,” he pauses to pull out some paper and hand it to the elder blonde. Azaiwa pauses to look over at Bakugou before adding, “We are also hiring two new therapists to assist my class in talking about what has happened concerning LOV.”
Silence stretches between the three for thirty seconds before Bakugou is up and shouting, “I don’t need a shrink, you hobo!”
“KATSUKI!” his mother shouts right back and drags him to sit down again.
“...sorry…” Bakugou barely mumbles to the adults.
“This is being offered to all students and heavily encourage for Class 1-A; but for your son, I will be requiring it,” Aizawa continues when the pair seem to have settled down. And as expected, this earns more shouting and more scolding. “I know this may seem unfair Bakugou, but this is not only for your well-being. Your classmates have to constantly fight off your temper or you physically hurt them. While your friends do not mind, this is not the same for when you will be a hero,” Aziawa explains calmly. “However, that is not the only thing I would like you to work on.”
“What now!” Bakugou interjects angrily.
Aziawa pauses for a minute, adding in dramatic effect, and then says, “You need to figure out how to get along with Mr. Midoriya”