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Aizawa was eighty-six years old on his death bed. He had spent the rest of his life after the war with Shiragaki teaching the future students. In fact, unlike passing his problematic class to the 2-A teacher, he chose to stay with them for their remaining years at UA. He spent all his time surrounded by the people who loved him and got to meet his grandchildren.

He was so proud of his children. They had all became great heroes who had saved the world in multiple different occasions. Izuku and Katsuki, Dynamite and Deku, the dynamic duo who had opened the door for a new age of heroes. Class 1-A had decided to start an agency with everyone together, even had him recruited to train those for their underground unit, who was headed by his adopted son, Shinsou.

Eri had grown into the women that they all knew she would be. She had decided to become a doctor that became a world class healer in her own rights. She took over for Recovery Girl who had retired before eventual pass on as well. His daughter had found herself a wonderful girl to wed and they had adopted two children, his grandchildren. His heart still warmed at the thought of the two little boys who always ran to greet him when they visited.

Shinsou unfortunately took after him more than not. He decided to settle down with the other loud blonde that he allowed to graduate. Yes that's correct. Shinsou had decided, against better judgement, to settle down with Denki. They had been a great couple for underground work and had a lovely family of their own. A daughter who decided she also wanted to work underground. His only granddaughter had also started to pick up his signature weapon, his capture scarf, which he was very impressed with her progress. Still giving the purple haired girl as much advice as he could.

As much as he loved his children, he loved the love of his life more. Hizashi Yamada had been with him through thick and thin. Through so much deaths of friends and family. He was his obstacle at first, friends second, boyfriend next, and husband last. He was the sunshine to his world who had held him together. Who had given him the life he was able to have till the end. 

Yes, surrounded by his loved students, children, and husband sounded like the best way to go. Aizawa took a deep breath in as he felt himself floating deeper and deeper into sleep. His only regret would be leaving his sunshine alone for the time being. He smirked a little, no matter they would see each other soon.

Pro Hero Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta took his last breath and passed. Ready to wait for the love of his life and children at the other side.

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Black orbs blinked as a peered down at a tall lanky man in a purple suit kneeling down in front of him. The horned man held his hands in his, cradling them as if they were the most precious thing in the world. Aizawa Shouta sat on a comfy chair, he felt younger and refreshed.

"Aizawa Shouta!"

At the sound of his name, the pro hero looked the man in the eye as he spoke, "Please allow me to adopt you!"

"What the fuck!"

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Aizawa Shouta was a logical man. He lived by rationality and facts. He did not believe in ghost or in the super natural shit that most people believed in. There had to be an explanation for everything. His husband always said that one day he would believe in the unreal, but he always said that the day he believed in ghost would be the day he died. He and his husband were both right in that aspect, all things considered.

Here he was, a man just on his death bed, summoned by this other man who had wanted to be his father? Now Aizawa was raised in the system and there was nothing wrong with that. He never had a family so he made his own lovely family with his own hands. He loved and lost people and it was something he lived with. So the thought of getting a father figure was a bit weird and odd at the very least.

"Sullivan-sama, maybe summoning a soul on the verge of death was not the best idea."

Aizawa peeked behind the man to see another figure standing. He had red hair and, were those fox ears on his head, wore a suit. He had a plain look on his face, very nonchalant in fact, as he patted the lanky man's back. The pro hero did not miss the way the other addressed the man kneeling in front of him.

Sullivan sniffled, "Oh no! Have I hurt injured my son?! Wha-"

Shouta pulled his hands away from the man who continued to cry, "Where am I?" He demanded. He was looking forward to his eternal sleep damn it.

"Shouta-kun! You're in the netherworld. The world of demons!" The demon- what the fuck- informed him, "As I mentioned before. I thought about it long and hard and I decided that being a grandfather wasn't enough and I wanted to experience raising a son of my own!" He then proceeded to poke at the hero's cheek, "And look how adorable you are."

Eraserhead blushed red as he waved the hand away from his face. He wasn't use to people complimenting him on his looks. He made the minimal effort after all and most of the time the only one who complimented his looks was his husband. It made sense since he did marry the man. Shouta shook the picture of his husband away from his mind, "You want to adopt me. Sorry for telling you this-" What did he address him as earlier, "Sullivan-sama, but I'm a grown man who doesn't need a parent."

The demon once again returned to a state of tears, but this time the man who once stood behind him was wiping his tears away. God how the tears reminded him of his problem child.

"Please! I'm begging you!"

Shouta sighed deeply, "Look I do-"

"You just looked did so well raising your children that I decided that you should raise my grandson too."

The pro hero looked up in confusion,"Isn't he a demon?"

"Oh no. My sweet dear Iruma-kun is 100% human!" Black orbs widened, "I just thought that I could finally get him a proper parent figure in his life. My poor Iruma-kuns had such a hard life."

Damn it. His one true weakness. Stray kittens. Shouta sighed deeply at the pouting demon - who knew demons were such drama queens. Hizashi definitely lied to me - and massaged his oncoming headache, "I thought demons eat humans," He grumbled out.

"Oh, I would never eat my sweet grandchild! Though I'm not too sure about the rest of the demons outside my property," The demon then made a scissoring motion with his right hand, "But no worries I have taken precautions to ensure it does not happen."

With a flick of the demon's finger a book appeared. The tall creature opened the pages and practically pushed the object into his lap, "Here's my lovely grandchild. Isn't he the sweetest?"

Aizawa peaked down at the pages and noticed a blue haired boy smiling brightly surrounded by another boy and girl. His lips subconsciously quirked upwards before he remembered where he was. God damn it.

"So what do you say Shouta-kun? Would you please be my son?!"

The teacher peered up at the high ceiling. He sighed loudly. He knew his decision as soon as he saw the boy and learned his situation. Blame his non-existing bleeding heart for his next words or his quote unquote dadzawa vibes. He'll blame it on his husband as he spoke outloud, "Fine, it's not like I'll be able to just leave the boy here alone."

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One paper stamped later and a loud harray dance from the demon, and he was pulled out into the hallways by said newly adopted parent. He was dragged around as he was given a tour of the whole castle - why the fuck was his house a castle - and then greeted by the red hair from before, who he learned was the butler of the house named Opera.

"Could you tell me more about the netherword? I would like to be prepared for the foreseeable future." Shouta mentioned, as he was shown the way to his room.

Sullivan smiled, "Well, there's not much to know. I had placed a spell on you before you woke which allows you to understand and read the demon language my dear son!" Aizawa almost tripped in his boots.

"Right." Of course there was magic involved. Not to mention the son part.

"In the netherworld, there is something called the ranking system. Aleph is the lowest and Yodh is the highest. Those below have to listen to those above them. That is the rule of the Netherworld."

Shouta nodded his head as he absorbed the information. Right I should keep wal- The pro hero stopped in his footsteps, which cause the other two demons ahead to pause as well. Eraser reached towards his leg, the leg that was originally chopped off during the war. When he peeled up the fabric, instead of seeing cold metal, all he saw was flesh, "Wait a minute-" He then reached up to his face and felt that he no longer had his eye patch. In fact he had both eyes and the scar from the USJ attack under his right eye was gone. "What did you do!?"

Panic filled his mind as he continued to try and take in deep breathes. How was his leg and eye back? What happened? Did they do something to him? What about his quirk was it still usable?

Sullivan held up a hand to stop Opera from approaching, he glanced down at his son as he started to hyperventilate. He reached forwards and took the hand that had scrunched up and tangled into his black hair, "It's okay," He spoke gently, as if he was calming a young demon. He showed the young man a gentle smile, even when a red gaze stared back at him, "You're okay Shouta-kun. I'm sorry for not explaining earlier," He once again cradled both his son's hands in his, "I just couldn't allow my dear son to be in pain, which made me rewind your body a few years so you'd be more comfortable. I'm sorry I didn't mention it before."

The teacher blinked, which returned allowed his dark pearls to reappear, and immediately stood back up to his feet. The demon lord pouted at the loss of his son's warmth, but smiled when he noticed the slight pink on the other's cheek,"Now then Shouta-kun, why don't we head into your room."

Shouta nodded his head and proceed to continue along the way to his quarters. Face a bit down, which allowed his long black locks to cover his face.

"As I mentioned before, I have a dear grandson, who just started high school. Since I've adopted you, Shouta-kun, Iruma-kun is your son. Which means," Aizawa yelped as he was suddenly picked up and pulled into a hug, "We're a complete family now. Now I don't expect you to work, since you've spent your last life working hard all the time, but if you'd like we can set you up for a teaching job."

"A teaching job?" The pro asked.

Sullivan placed the man back down as Opera opened the door to his room. The demon lord gently guided his son into the room, "Yes, see the school Iruma-kun is currently enrolled in is called Babyls. And I, my dear son - oh how I love the word son - so happen to be the principle of that fine establishment. Which means," The demon placed a hand on top of Aizawa's head,"If you'd like, you could teach these children."

Shouta crossed his hands and pouted,"What exactly will I be teaching these fools?"

The principle looked deep in thought before smiling, "Why not hand-to-hand combat. You excel at that, don't you?"

"I'll think about it.."

The head of the household still kept his bright smile, "Please do. It would be great if the children learned something new to help them grow. But while you ponder on your decision, I'll take you to meet the staff tomorrow and to meet young little Iruma as well," With those words said the man all but skipped out of the room.

Opera, who had been silent this whole time because he didn't want to interrupt his master's child, nodded his head and bowed, "Well then Young Master Shouta, have a great night sleep."

The doors shut closed and all Shouta was left with was the dreadful feeling of social interactions the next day.

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"By the way, I am not the final boss."

"You're still so cool Eraserhead."

"I wonder if you can protect them this time."

"S-Sh.....Sho"

"H-Hospital."

"You're in my way."

An image of a hand reached out towards him. He fought off the urge to blink. He couldn't blink. If he did it would be game over for everyone. He-

Aizawa Shouta shot up from the bed he laid on. His quirk activated as he scanned the room he was gifted the night before. Sensing there was no threat around, the pro hero finally allowed himself to blink. Wincing slightly at the pain that followed from it. He quickly grounded himself from his nightmare and shifted till he sat on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on his face and took a deep breath in. There was no scar from the first villain attack. He now had both his eyes back and the phantom pain he usually felt from his leg was gone, instead he had the actual limb once more.

A loud knock echoed through the room followed by a familiar voice, "Young Master Shouta, are you alright sir?"

"Fine," The hero mumbled out, even he had to admit it felt weak to his own ears.

The knock repeated once more, he grind his teeth and spoke louder, "I'm fine." He had to be. Hopefully the butler or whatever would take his word for it and drop it all together.

Thankfully the world had decided to side with him just this once,"Very well sir. Breakfast will be ready in a bit. Master Sullivan and Young Master Iruma will meet you there."

Shouta held his breath till the sounds of footsteps slowly faded further and further away from his door. The pro hero took a minute to just reset his view on the world. He was no longer in the human realm, or a version of the human realm.. wherever the heck he came from he wasn't there anymore. He was...summoned by demons and was adopted by a rich one who wanted him to raise his adopted grandchild - his third-party adopted son. Don't look at him like that. He came with the adoption - and raise him like he did his students. Shouta could only hope the child was nothing like his students. He had enough troublemakers to have lasted him twenty lifetimes thank you very much.

Aizawa stood from the bed and headed towards the other door that attached a bathroom to his quarters. He stopped midway when his sight landed on a familiar grey weapon that laid on top of the desk. He approached the item with slight confusion. It wasn't there the night before and he definitely did not have it on him either. He reached out and grabbed the letter that was tucked in-between the layers of carbon fiber. 

Hell Cats soar far and wide to protect those it cares for. May these act as your wings my dear son. - Your Loving Father

Shouta let out a chuckle at the weirdly drawn egg counter part of his adoptive parent next to the signature. The black haired man blinked as the words processed in his mind. Wait... Cats fly here?!?!!?

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If you were to ask Shouta what his favorite thing in life is. His answer would not be his husband. No. Hizashi lost that place when he decided to pull that horrible prank on him during their high school years. No, his favortie thing in life was a good cup of coffee.

The pro hero was dressed in a pair of comfy black joggers and a long sleeve black shirt, which was the closes to his jumpsuit he was ever going to get. His trusty capture weapon once more around his neck. The weight of it had him feeling less on edge than before. He missed wearing it. Considering it's been ten years since he wore the weapon due to neck pain. He felt less exposed with the little weapon on him. He stopped in front of another pair of wooden doors and sighed deeply. Just one step at a time. 

He pushed through the doors and tried to remain unbothered by the sight before him. His father - still felt weird to call him that - was at the head of the table, which was filled to the brim with multiple dishes, drinking some tea. Opera stood just behind him as the demon butler continued to pull out more dishes from wherever the heck they came from. Those dishes - is that a fucking tentacle and wings?!?! - were quickly being devoured, not by the head of the house hold. No. That honor went to a small blue haired boy, smaller than most of his children when they started out in class 1-A.

Aizawa must've been so caught up with the scenery in front of him that he failed to notice that everyone in the room was staring at him. The pro hero shoved his face into his capture weapon, face burning with embarrassment, and cleared his throat. Before he could even open his mouth to start greeting everyone, he was suddenly tackled by his adoptive father figure, "Oh!! Shouta-kun! How'd you sleep? Did you sleep okay? Were you too cold? Too hot?"

Everything Shouta ever said or thought nice about the man died at that very moment. Damn it. He was mentally eighty-five years old, he doesn't need to be coddled like a five year old. Aizawa sighed loudly and tried to gently push the old man off him, "Get off of me," It was why too early for this much physical interaction.

Opera, who had decided to finally take pity on him, pulled the principal off and dragged him back to his seat, "Good morning Young Master Shouta. Would you like some tea?"

The pro hero dragged himself off the floor and plopped down the chair that so happened to be in front of the young boy he was staring at earlier, "Please tell me you have coffee," He almost pleaded.

"I'll go ahead and make some for you then." Thank god for Opera.

He gave the butler his thanks as you disappeared into a hallway. Aizawa leaned back into the chair and cross his arms in front of him, he stared right in front of the person who he officially somehow adopted as his son. The ancient demon who sat at the front of the table smiled brightly, his chin rested on his hands, "Now, now you two. Why don't you greet each other? It is our first time together as a family."

Shouta sighed deeply, he knew how to interact with people he just hated it. The main reason why he became a underground hero in the first place. He didn't need Hizashi cue cards or flow chart to make conversation. He got this in the bag. One glance at the child in front of him and he knew he had to be the one to make the first move, "Aizawa Shouta." See Hizashi. He nailed it.

Iruma's blue eyes started to ponder on something, "A-Are you gon-gonna eat me?"

Black pearls rolled at the very notion, which could be cleared up with one sentence and a bit of flare. He lived most of his life with Hizashi, he had developed a slight flare for things. Sue him, "Depends what flavor are you?" The man bit his lip from chuckling, the child in front of him started sweating buckets, "Pft, don't worry kid. I don't eat my own kind. I'm pretty sure that would be cannibalism."

The man watched in delight as the boy in front of him went from a puddle of tears to tumbling bricks of shock. Kids are still so gullible. Aizawa took the cup offered to him by Opera, giving a small nod as a thanks. "W-Wait, yo-you're human too!"

Aizawa took a sip of his coffee, or well blood coffee from what Opera told him, and nodded his head, "Yes." There simple and straight to the point. He was a master at talking to people. The coffee definitely helped with it.

"Finally I have a full family!" Sullivan cooed as Aizawa took another gulp of his drink, "You know Iruma-kun, I have adopted Shouta here as my son, which makes him your father. You should call him dad or father."

Eraserhead chocked at the revelation and tried his hardest not to glare at the old man. What the hell was this demon playing at? You can't just expect the child to automa-

"Dad?"

Once more coffee spilled from his mouth, he hacked loudly at the title and then glanced at his adopted son. The boy had his head tilted to one side, which resembled a curious kitten. From experience alone that small motion revealed something to Shouta. He now knew one thing about the child. Damn it. The world really did hate him. They really stuck him with another problem child.

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Iruma knows he's a push over. He was pathetic compared to his classmates. In fact he was barely hanging by a thread with how everything was going. Everyday it was the same concept of trying to blend in and trying not to gain attention. He got use to his grandfather's antics and his weird quirks. Sometimes it went against what he wished - of disappearing from everyone's view - but it also made him feel loved in the end. 

He also knew that his parents did not love him. Though he will always love them and would always try to win their love - even if they did not love him back. He did all the chores and endured the gruesome child labor that was thrust upon him. Was he happy that his grandfather adopted him? Was it the best decision he ever made? If he was being honest, even though he stressed everyday, he could not bare to leave the netherworld. 

So when he woke up one morning, eating his breakfast peacefully, and came across a unknown man in his house. He freaked. Badly. Opera and Grandpa were safe. He made sure they were safe. The unknown was not. It was dangerous. The strange tired man sat across from him. He introduced himself as Aizawa Shouta and was told that he was also human. Human?!?!!? Iruma hoped he was dreaming, another human. Would they act like everyone else before or was he different? Was he also a grandchild? Was he getting replace-

"You know Iruma-kun, I have adopted Shouta here as my son, which makes him your father. You should call him dad or father," His grandfather told him, he was jumping in joy.

"Dad?" He mumbled, testing the word out.

Iruma still stared at the weird man who tried to make a joke. He never had a dad before. His biological father wasn't the best. The family he had at the moment with his grandfather and Opera was something he was happy with. Would he be happy having a father figure in his life? Did the man expect him to work and provide for him too? More questions filled his mind as he continued to get ready for school. Five minutes later he found himself loaded in the carriage and sitting in front of his dad.
     
Aizawa made no attempt in conversation. In fact he was slumped in his seat, eyes closed and face stuffed into the scarf around his neck - which was odd due to the current weather. Was he not hot? The young boy did not know if the other human was sleeping or if he was just resting his eyes. He looked deep in slumber, but you could never know. His grandfather sat right next to the black haired man. The demon lord cooed as he dotted on him. 

"Oh Iruma-kuns! I'm so happy to hear you're having so much fun in school!"

Iruma smiled at his grandfather,"Thanks grandpa. I'm learning so much about everything around me."

The ancient demon ruffled his blue locks,"You'll let me know if anyone was bothering you. Won't you my dear grandson?"

Once more the child nodded his head and smiled,"Of course grandpa."

Sullivan grinned at him, then went to poke the sleeping man next to him,"Oh son~" He squealed.

Aizawa cracked an eye open, annoyance bleeding out of his eye,"Please stop poking me," He grumbled out to the demon.

"Did you not get enough sleep last night? Was the bed not comfy enough? My poor son I knew-" Suddenly the older man pulled the younger into a tight hug, nuzzling their faces together.

"He-Hey, let go!"

"I should've gotten you a bigger bed. Should we go shopping after school today?"

Shouta was now pushing the demon lord's face away from his, a frown plastered on his face, though a tint of pink was present across his face,"I'm not a chil" He groaned as the demon stuck to him like glue,"-ld. I don't need anything else. Why don't you continue doting on the boy in front of us?" He proposed, throwing a finger at the the blue haired boy.

The high schooler found himself smiling softly. At least he wasn't the only one that was getting coddled anymore. Iruma took pitty on the poor man,"Grandpa," He spoke, gaining the attention of the other two, he spread his arms, a bit nervously,"H-how about a hug?"

Thankfully the elder in the carriage dropped the pro hero and started to cuddle his grandchild instead,"Iruma-kun you're so adorable. Maybe you'd like to go shopping instead. I'll buy you whatever you want!"

Iruma laughed loudly at the compliment, he glanced back at the man who had adopted him as a son. Aizawa's seemed angry for some reason, maybe he didn't want Iruma to get anything, wouldn't be the first time. Before the child could decline the offer, the teacher opened his mouth, "Don't say that to him. You'll end up spoiling him too much and he'll develop a bad habit."

Sullivan broke into crocodile tears,"My poor grandchild deserve all the love and attention in the world. He-"

The youngest of the group smiled as his grandfather continue to spout on and on how he deserved the best of everything. Aizawa only sighed deeply at his adoptive father and then continued to lecture the man on how he should be raising Iruma with discipline and manners. How Iruma should grow up not being sheltered but rather be able to go out and make his own choices. For example, he should be able to just ask to go out and if he wanted something then they would buy it, but it was important for Iruma to be able to ask for his needs and wants as his guardians.

Iruma watched the interaction between the two adults. Specifically he watched as the man who had adopted him out of nowhere, didn't want to take any of the love that he found. The man seemed cold and hard on the outside - not to mention worn down, but he was one of those parents who were strict but still cared. Those types of parents that other people had growing up. The types of parents that kids often complained about in the park to their other friends. The ones who grounded the children when they made mistakes or gave a good scolding to when they needed it.

Yes, it was better than the other parents he had growing up. The child who acquired a father was still nervous and anxious around the unknown man, after all he had just met him that same morning, but his guts were telling him that he was definitely better than the parents he grew up with. Aizawa didn't have his trust completely, but the man seemed to be doing a great job at gaining it quickly.

Iruma laughed lightly as he watched his grandfather smoother the other with affection, the hero looked annoyed but smirked when he saw the student staring at him. Yeah, he wouldn't mind trying to trust this one as well. After all everything was different when he entered the netherworld, maybe this man would be to.

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The unusual group with two demons and two humans finally were able to reach the school in time. The retired teach slumped into his chair, still trying to push off the demon attached to him, as he felt the carriage run up a mountain trail. Aizawa peered out the window after he was able to detach the leech of a father he had acquired. The pro hero stared at the castle - what kind of FUCKING school is a castle - that were surrounded by brick walls and flocks of bats in clothes - are those students?!?!? - land at the front gates of the school. Their ride came to a stop at the main entrance. Shouta huffed out a sigh as his father called out that they had arrived, as his parental figure got ready to open the door out of the contraption that brought them to their destination Aizawa attention was caught by young boy who called out.

"Da-Dad," The boy blushed deeply, mouth struggling to stutter out the words he wanted to say. 

The pro hero inclined his head at the child's direction, showing him that he had his attention. The boy took a deep breath and spoke once more, "Yo-You don't seem to be someone who.. umm.. Like's attention. I just wante-wanted to warn you.. Grandpa can be a bit.. excited."

As soon as he mentioned his worries, the student felt himself being lifted by said family member and dragged out the door that was once closed, "MY GRANDSON HAS ARRIVED!"

Opera, who stood at the end of the steps of the carriage, let loose the roll of fabric he was holding and a red carpet had formed from the door of the carriage to the entrance of the school. While the whole thing happened, Aizawa stared in fear of what was to come. The words of his adopted son came to mind. He shook his head and started to plan his way of escape while the demon was distracted with his adopted grandson. Conjuring as much as his stealth he learned as a underground hero, he slowly etched away from the group of weirdos he arrived with. Aizawa heard a loud cheer from a familiar demon's voice and he shook in fear. Yeah there was no way that was happening to him anytime soon. 

Once Aizwa was out of sight, behind the carriage, he slowly blended into the crowd of students and faculty members. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and proceeded to mesh in with the shadows of the building. It felt nice to finally be in a bit of shade, the pro hero was always super sensitive to the heat, which was ironic considering his choice of color uniform. Shouta was just able to squeeze pass the gates when he heard his father cries for his name through the air. He felt no remorse as he continued to walk through the campus as the wails got louder and louder. Yeah, Iruma could handle his antics there was no way he was gaining the attention of people he'd rather not know about him. He's got better things to do, like find a place to hide out and nap. Also maybe find the staff room for some coffee.

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Shouta strolled through the campus without a care in the world. He noticed that every student had a gold pin with a number carved into it attached somewhere on their uniform. The teacher assumed that was their proof of rank, just like his license was. He noticed that most people had either a rank of Bet or Gimmel, which if he remembered correctly was level 2 and 3 of the scale. Which made sense since they were still students, and unlike his problematic class, he hoped they at least weren't subjected to life threatening or world ending circumstances. Which he wasn't sure about since they were demons and he wasn't sure how they were raised as children. 

Aizawa continued to mentally map out the campus he ventured around. The area of the school itself was definitely huge and it stood tall at the center of a mountain surrounded by spikes of death, so there was technically only one way to enter the school grounds. Which in Shouta's mind made sense as a defense tactic. Though the pro had been walking around for awhile now, he was still certain that there was still more to explore even with how much he'd already mapped out. He knew it was only a matter of time when the bell rang and he didn't want to be in the halls when a stampede occurred.

Yes, he knew it wasn't UA but if you've ever seen teens before than you know. Teens wait till last second to actually get to class and can and will run over those that get in their way, whether they be other students or faculty members. He remembered his first year of teaching taught him that lesson quickly, thank goodness for his amplitude to think quickly on his feet. He acted right on time to launch him onto the ceilings and hang from his capture weapon as he watched his husband he trampled on by the horde of student. Yeah that took a lot of late night cuddles and singing to get the man to even hear out his apology. Good times. 

The teacher was brought out of his memory when he heard a loud bang echo through the surprisingly empty halls - the bell must've rung while he was out of it. He peered down into the hallway and spotted something oddly familiar to a scene he's seen in the human world and his own experiences. A young student was being held up by a taller and bulkier demon, the other student that held the other against the wall was glaring and squeezing the smaller ones uniform.

"Watch where you're fucking going!" A bling of gold etched with the Gimmel rank showed near his neck.

Aizawa peered at the younger ones' own badge and frowned when all he saw was the Aleph rank for the other demon. If he remembered correctly his so called father mentioned that the lower rank had to listen to the higher rank and they had no choice but to obey the order. A smirk appeared on his face, it's a good thing Shouta wasn't a demon and he wasn't ranked for one either. The teacher threw out his capture weapon just in time to stop the larger student from attacking. He felt two pairs of eyes on his body, one filled with relief and the other filled with rage.

"Wh-What is this?!" 

"What the hell?! Why is your damn scarf so strong?!"

Shouta shook his head to clear the memory and tugged the fabric harder to keep the limb away from the other student's face. He wasn't a hundred percent sure if his quirk would work on demons, but the fear etched at the offending student's face showed that it still held an affect on those who decided to misbehave. 

"Let him go," The pro hero commanded, tone dead and tired.

"Why the fuck do I have to listen to you rankless!" (Rankless is the term I'm using to call the demons who currently have no rank assigned at the moment, if anyone has the correct terminology for it, please leave it in the comments.)

Aizawa huffed when the delinquent continued to fight against him, he pulled his scarf till the offenders shoulder shifted to an uncomfortable position behind his back, "I will and can break it."

The retired teacher was sure that this huge campus had a healer. Somewhere. And if he got the pleasure of dragging this demon's ass to get punished he was all in for it. No matter where he was it seemed that he was always a teacher. Though he didn’t mind teaching this delinquent a few things about being a brat. The pro hero pulled on the scarf till the larger boy dropped the other student on the floor, the student tried to claw at the fabric but couldn’t cut the fabric. 

Aizawa released the demon and stalked forward till he stood in between the two students, “Alright that’ll be enough.” 

Shouta stood his ground and glared down at the brat before him. The troublemaker opened his mouth, only to eat the floor with his face the next second. The Pro looked between the fallen student and a tall red haired child that stood on the exact spot the other stood before. Pale fingers laced around gray fabric, holding on but not tugging to react. Black pearls landed on a similar badge the others student wore, except this one was a different rank. One he’s never seen before, Vav, rank 6. The young girl paid him no attention, but rather focused on the unconscious demon who laid before her. 

“No fighting in the halls!” 

“No running in the halls!” 

Sullivan’s adopted son frowned as a similar sight overlapped the child in front of him. No matter where he goes his problem children always seem to catch up with him. Seeing his presence was unneeded Shouta did what he did best, when the unwanted memories came to surface, he blended into the background and walked away. 

He needed to stop seeing his problem children everywhere. The dead don’t come back to life after all.