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Shouta stood infront of his classroom, watching his students take a test. All of the teenagers were intensely focused on the piece of paper infront of them.
Well, all except for one. The known trouble maker. Midoriya Izuku.
It's not like he tries to get into trouble, of course, but trouble itself seems to follow him around like a curse. And so, he's known by Shouta as the Problem Child.
Problem Child in question, was checking his phone about every three seconds.
Shouta was technically supposed to confiscate it, but he was more baffled than anything. Problem Child rarely uses his phone during class.
Problem Child has been texting someone. A lot. It's starting to worry Shouta. But it really shouldn't! I mean, Problem Child probably has friends outside of school that he talks to. Nobody else in the classroom was on their phone, so he wasn't texting anyone in the class.
Shouta wants to go and confiscate it. He does. He should! It was part of his job, Midoriya shouldn't be texting during class.
But he was still getting his test done. And Shouta knows Midoriya would never cheat on his test.
And he also knows Midoriya wouldn't be smiling at his phone like that if he was just looking up answers. He looks like some kind of love-sick teenager.
..Maybe he is a love-sick teenager. Is Problem Child dating someone? That would make sense.
But that worries Shouta even more. He's a bit young to be dating at all, especially as a hero student.
And so he made his move, carefully walking through the rows and columns of desks. He walked behind Midoriya's desk, carefully, inconspicuously, peering over his shoulder to see what he was doing on his phone.
Call Shouta nosey, he doesn't care! This is important. Is it important? Probably not.. but it very well could be.
He didn't get to see very much of his screen before Problem Child turned around in his chair to face Aizawa. He blinked.
"..What's up, Sensei?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He looked at him suspicious. Crap. Shouta got caught.
"Nothing. Focus on your test, Midoriya." Aizawa walked back to his desk at the front of the classroom.
He sat down at his desk with his head in his hands. Okay. He needs to stop being nosey. He's acting like a damn overprotective dad or something. Scratch that. he shouldn't think of himself as his student's father.
The problem with Midoriya's phone continued. For.. a few weeks. Shouta had to confiscate it from him a few times, even-- but it seems like Problem Child never really learned his lesson since he kept doing it.
Teenagers. Such dumb, idiotic, stupid creatures.
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Then one afternoon, the whole class was hanging out in the common room-- mostly, with the exception of Kouda, who was bringing his pet rabbit to the vet for it's annual check-up, Hagakure, who was out of the country for the week to attend her older brother's wedding, and Shoji, Tokoyami, Bakugou, and Jirou who were all in their own rooms.
Everyone else was hanging out in the common room. Some were playing video games, some were playing board or card games, and Mina, Kirishima, and Ochako were painting eachothers nails.
Aizawa, who was watching the class, was mostly observing Midoriya in particular.
Izuku wasn't participating in any of the class activities. He was just sitting on a couch-- the only couch, of which, the back of it was up against a wall.
That was so odd of him. Usually Midoriya is one of the most enthusiastic teens in their whole class. Now he was just sitting on his phone— texting, Aizawa could tell. From the pattern of Midoriya typing, then stopping, then smiling, then starting to type again, most likely in response to the person he was talking to.
Shouta theorizes that Midoriya is talking to the same person he's been talking to during class. He had the same bright smile on his face.
Shouta also observed how Uraraka walked up to Midoriya with Iida behind her. She seemed upset.
He couldn't make out exactly what she was saying, but he could tell she was upset that he's not spending time with them. Her and Iida probably went up to him to confront him about it.
Midoriya frowned. He hesitantly slipped his phone into his pocket and got up from the couch, walking over to where Iida, Uraraka and Todoroki had set up a game of Parcheesi.
Everything was normal for a bit-- Midoriya was checking his phone every few minutes, however. Shouta walked around the table and sat down in the arm chair that was pointed right at Midoriya's little group so he could observe more close up.
Call him a stalker, call him creepy, Shouta doesn't care. This is necessary. Well, it could be. But in order to know whether or not his actions were necessary, he needed to know what was going on first.
He buried half his face in his capture weapon and slimmed his eyes. He zeroed in on Midoriya's face as he looked at his phone.
He saw the way Midoriya's expression dropped and all the color drained from his face as his eyes skipped across what was probably a text message.
He stood up, excusing himself from the room. He walked over to the communal bathroom, his head tucked down and his body language nervous and small.
But when Midoriya came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later with his shirt on inside out, Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
1. you don't have to take off your shirt to go to the bathroom,
2. It definitely wasn't like that before. Inside out and backwards.
Aizawa wonders how Midoriya didn't notice there was now tiny, printed white lettering on the collar of his otherwise black shirt. Or how he couldn't tell that the neckline was backwards.
However, it was absolutely an accident. A few minutes later Iida pointed it out and Midoriya moved quickly fix his shirt, his face flushed in embarrassment.
But that was definitely a cause for suspicion. What was he even doing in there?
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"Where is Midoriya?"
Aizawa stood infront of the class. Well, the class, minus Problem Child #1. Opposed to Problem Child #2, Bakugou, who was the face of all of Shouta's other problems.
He wasn't exactly in a good mood today. He was woken up in the middle of the night by UA's security bot, only to figure that the bot had malfunctioned, once again, because there was nothing out of the ordinary on the security cameras other than some glitches and flickering.
"Deku-kun wasn't anywhere in the dorms this morning," Uraraka said, her face scrunched in worry.
"I checked everywhere." Iida pushed up his glasses, his eyebrows furrowed. "unless he's somewhere extremely odd, he's not anywhere on campus."
"..What?" Aizawa's eyes widened in concern.
Bakugou rolled his eyes,
"'Nerd's probably just out visiting his mom."
"In the middle of the week? Without telling anyone?.." Todoroki commented, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Todoroki is right. This is quite unlike Midoriya," Iida asserted, nodding his head in agreement.
"Did the security bot report anything last night, Aizawa-sensei?.." Jirou asked quietly, fidgeting with her ear jacks.
"Yes, the security bots did report movement, but I looked at the cameras and there was nothing there. They blacked out for a second, but that's all."
Aizawa was trying to not panic, but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so.
He was supposed to be the strong one here. These were children! He couldn't panic. Even if one of his kids— STUDENTS might be‐ might be dead in a ditch or something!
"Blackwhip."
Aizawa blinked.
"..What was that? Bakugou?"
Aizawa looked over to look at Bakugou, otherwise known as Problem Child #2.
"I said, BLACKWHIP. If he wanted to leave without being spotted, he'd obviously cover the cameras and sensors up with blackwhip." He picked at his nails casually.
"That's why the camera blacked out for only a second. They didn't break, or flicker, they were COVERED."
"Why would Midoriya sneak out?"
"Oh g- what if something happened to him?"
"Should we file a police report-"
"Should we go look for him ourselves?"
"What if he's already de-"
The door of the classroom swung open.
"H-hey guys! Sorry I'm late- so sorry, Sensei."
Midoriya rushed to sit down in his chair. He had a bit of a limp. Weird.
That's when he noticed a dark spot on Midoriya's neck. A bruise. No— what was obviously a hickey.
Shouta's eyes widened. He was fucking furious.
"Midoriya. My office. NOW," he shouted.
He walked over to Midoriya and yanked him up out of his chair by the wrist. Midoriya yelped.
"S-sensei-?! I'm sorry I was late! It- it won't happen again!" He stuttered out, being practically dragged to the teacher's lounge.
Aizawa didn't speak. He didn't speak all the way to the teacher's lounge, nor did he speak when his colleagues confused eyes were on him as he dragged the kid through the room to his office.
Shouta shoved Midoriya down into the chair infront of his desk and quickly paced around the desk to sit down in his seat.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Shouta shouted, catching Midoriya by surprise.
"Sneaking out? In the middle of the damn night?"
"I- y-you know about that?"
"It's not difficult to figure out when your classmates are interrupting my class time asking where you are." Aizawa rested his elbows on his desk, his head in his hands. He sighed.
"Where were you?"
He asked, more of a demand to answer rather than an optional question.
"I was at a friend's house."
"Well then why didn't you just ask for permission to leave campus?"
"Because it was a week day! I knew you'd say no," he fidgeted with his sleeves.
"And so you thought it'd be a better idea to break the rules?" Aizawa said frustrated.
"You're a smart kid. I thought maybe you'd be smart enough to know why rules like this are enforced in the first place!"
Midoriya gulped, looking down at the floor.
"I didn't-"
"Tell me why the rules are enforced," Shouta demanded.
"Because.. uhm.. because.."
"You are supposed to stay on campus, in the dorms, during week nights, so you can get a good night's sleep and be well rested for the next day if studies. If you fail to be well rested, what happens?"
"Then.. I won't be able to preform in class as well," Midoriya muttered, looking ashamed with himself. His shoulders were scrunched up and his arms were wrapped around his torso.
"That's right. The rules are also for your safety. It's a lot easier to keep track of students if they stay on campus during the week days, especially at night. Villains know you as a UA student. They've seen your face on TV, on interviews, on the sports festival for craps sake- and not even to mention in person, if we're counting the LOV."
Izuku gulped.
"I know.. It's just that- I've snuck out like multiple times now! And- I was never late to class before! I won't let it happen again."
"Damn it, Problem Child! You know damn well how dangerous that is! And you also know damn well that's not what I'm asking you to do! You will not be sneaking out anymore. No exceptions," Aizawa shouted.
"Midoriya, I'm putting you on house arrest. I'll also be taking your phone."
"W-what?! That can't be legal—"
"It is. It's your mother's property, not yours. When she signed the consent forms allowing you to attend UA, if she read through it fully, there's a very clear section stating that while you attend UA in my class, you are under my care. That means I can take your phone if its causing a distraction or imparing your ability to learn properly."
"That's- that's not fair! It's my phone! I have a social life, y'know, I have friends outside of UA that I talk to using my phone— because I can't leave, apparently, and-"
"Hand me your phone," Shouta demanded,
"No!"
"Give me your phone right now, or I'll have to expell you!"
Midoriya stayed silent, not moving. It was like he was challenging Shouta, like he was saying 'I dare you.'
"One,"
Aizawa counted with a warning tone,
"..W-what?"
"I'm counting. Two."
"S-stop that!"
"Thr-"
Izuku dug into his pocket and handed Shouta his phone.
It was just a small smartphone with a clear case, displaying printed out pictures of various heroes. Though, he had an obvious favorite.
"Thank you," Aizawa said simply, stuffing the cell phone into one of the various pockets on his jumpsuit.
"Now, tell me where you were last night."
Izuku's eyes widened.
"..I thought I was off the hook," he mumbled without thinking.
"Well, you're not. I need to know. For safety reasons." Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the Problem Child.
Damn. Izuku didn't know he said that outloud.
"I already told you, I was at a friend's house," Midoriya repeated.
"Is that so?"
"Very much so."
"Well then I suppose that friend of yours punched you in the side of the neck?" Shota raised an eyebrow, trying not to show his frustration and concern on his face.
"Huh?" Midoriya blinked, confused. He scrunched his eyebrows.
"You've got a bruise."
Aizawa leaned down and poked the side of Midoriya's neck, making the problem child wince.
"Right here."
...
Midoriya's eyes widened.
"..Oh." he felt as if his heart had dropped right out of his stomach. He got caught.
"I'm going to ask you again, Problem Child. Where were you last night."
"I was at my boyfriend's house," he admitted quietly, looking down at his lap.
Izuku was visibly ashamed, and worried.
Midoriya knew there would be follow up questions. Aizawa would find out. But Sensei doesn't know the whole story. He doesn't know how well Izuku's boyfriend treats him. He's one of the nicest people Izuku knows. He buys him stuff, he talks to Izuku on the phone whenever he has the time, he even brought Izuku to a hero convention last weekend! If Aizawa found out about the unfortunate age difference, then there's no doubt he'd make them break up.
"Your boyfriend? Do I know this guy?"
"No."
"What's his name?"
"I can't tell you that."
"And why is that, Problem Child?" Aizawa was getting increasingly frustrated.
"Because it's nunya." Midoriya crossed his arms over his chest.
"..Nunya?" Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows.
"Nunya business."
Shouta stared at Midoriya stunned for a moment.
"That's not funny, Midoriya. Is he a student at UA?"
"No, he's not. I already told you, you don't know him," Midoriya responded, intentionally withholding information.
"I don't know every student at UA, Midoriya. But that's not the point. What school does he go to?" Shouta sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"He's not a student."
...
Midoriya's eyes widened.
It was quite obvious that he didn't mean to say that. The way his lips pressed together, as if to try and stop himself from speaking further.
"He's a drop-out? I don't know if you should associate yourself with that type of person if you're aiming to be a hero, Midoriya."
Aizawa slimmed his eyes, looking at Midoriya in suspicion.
Midoriya gulped, nervous.
"Uhm.. no. He's.. not a drop-out."
"..You mean he's already graduated?" Aizawa's heart rate quickened.
After a moment of waiting, with no further explanation from Midoriya, Shouta froze.
His eyes widened.
"..No. Midoriya? No."
He thought about everything that had happened for a moment.
Midoriya snuck out. In the middle of the night. To go and see someone who is apparently already graduated. An adult. Above 18. That is a big NO.
Someone who is more mature than him. Smarter emotionally. Someone who could tell him certain things were normal when they were NOT normal in ANY way.
"How old is he?" Aizawa asked Midoriya. His heart was banging against his chest. He didn't want to hear the answer.
"I don't want to tell you," Midoriya said quietly.
"You have to, Midoriya. I'm not joking. I'm only watching out for you. From what I've heard, and seen," he stopped his speech for a second to gesture to the hickey on Midoriya's neck, "so far, I can be pretty sure that your relationship with this man is unacceptable."
"You don't know how he is! He's nice to me!"
"Theres plenty of nice people out there! People your age," Aizawa shouted, slamming his fists down on the desk for emphasis.
"You've never even met him!"
"If he dates sixteen year olds, he can't logically be that good of a guy!"
"You don't even understand. Plus, it's not like I can't make my own decisions! I fought in a war! I- I defeated arguably the strongest villain that's ever existed! A villain that like— not even All Might could defeat! I'm mature enough to date who I want!"
"No. You're cutting ties- immediately. Tell me his name."
"No!" Midoriya shouted. His chest was heaving. Aizawa hates when Midoriya does that. It makes him look like a pouty little child— and it made Aizawa weak as fuck. Always reminds him how his students are all just children. Kids.
"It's for your own good, Midoriya. I can't in my right mind allow this to go on any longer. Especially since you spent the damn night with him yesterday!"
Midoriya's bottom lip wobbled and he squeezed his eyes shut. He gripped the front of his pants with his fists- in short, he looked like he was about to cry.
"Look. You can date, but it has to be someone in your age bracket. This guy— he's taking advantage of you! He's taking advantage of the mindset you have that you somehow think you're mature enough to date an adult. It's not okay. This guy is a creep," Aizawa sighed, running a hand down his face.
"I need to know how old he is. Tell me his name and age, please." Aizawa took a step so he was standing infront of the chair Midoriya was sitting in. He kneeled down and put his hand on Midoriya's shoulder as a support.
Midoriya stayed quiet.
"Please, kiddo."
Izuku sighed.
"His name is Akio Hiroto. He.. uhm.."
Shouta noted the name, repeating it in his mind to make sure he remembers it.
"And he's.. Twenty-nine," Midoriya whispered.
Aizawa felt like the wind got knocked out of his chest. Stay calm. Problem Child doesn't need any more stress.
Twenty-nine. That's.. really a problem. Shouta doesn't even know how Midoriya thought that age gap would be okay in the first place— but Shouta pushed that question away as the answer was obvious. He'd been groomed.
Problem Child's overly friendly— overly trusting personality, is a big part of what brought him here. But he should have the right to trust people. The problem wasn't him, it was the people who would take advantage of him because of his— for lack of a better word, innocence.
Shouta doesn't know how he managed to keep that mindset even after he fought in probably what was the most destructive war in recorded history.
"That's a big issue, you do realize that, right?" Aizawa spoke softly, well, softer than he usually does.
"Y-yeah," Midoriya muttered, that first tear slipping out of the corner of his eye.
"Try to breathe. You.. you're not in trouble. I promise, Midoriya. Only he is." Aizawa's hand rubbed up and down the side of Midoriya's arm— trying to comfort him, even slightly.
Midoriya's face scrunched as he bit at his bottom lip.
"I don't even know h-how it got to this point.. I d-didn't— I didn't mean to.."
"It's not your fault. He should have been the responsible one. He's the adult-- not you."
"I thought.. he was nice," Midoriya mumbled, bringing his right hand up to his face to wipe away his tears with the heel of his hand.
"..Yeah. I know."
Aizawa continued his method of calming Midoriya down- rubbing his arm up and down, keeping his own breathing slow in hope that Midoriya would match his breathing.
This continued for another ten minutes or so. Aizawa wasn't the best at comforting people, but he just did what Hizashi —his husband— did for him whenever he was in a time of crisis.
Once Midoriya had calmed down to a point where the tears had stopped, leaving his eyes puffy and his face red, Shouta decided to ask a few more questions. Hoping none of them would be a trigger. But he needed to get this information out of Midoriya, he needed to know as much as possible about what had occurred.
"..Midoriya? Can I ask you something?" Shouta asked quietly.
Midoriya sniffled in response before answering.
"Uhm.. y-yeah."
"..Did you two.. ever.. I mean, did you two ever get intimate? All the way, I mean." Shouta asked awkwardly.
He wasn't usually this awkward, but talking about something like this was unavoidably awkward.
Midoriya looked down at his lap, his legs swinging back and forth slightly. He felt like a little kid who was in trouble for doing something bad.
"..Y-yeah, well— last night, yeah.."
Shouta felt like he was about to throw up. Fuck. He didn't expect Midoriya to say yes. Even though he had a hickey on his neck, and he showed up to class with a limp, Aizawa still didn't expect him to say yes. He was too damn young to be doing shit like that.
Then again, the man he was dating, was old enough to be doing that. He had probably told Midoriya that this whole thing was normal. That's how it goes.
"So his name is Akio Hiroto, he's twenty-nine, he not only groomed you, but he also had sex with you?"
"H-he didn't groom me."
"Yes he did, Problem Child. You're not stupid. I know you're not stupid. He groomed you. He made you think that it was okay to date someone his age, he told you that you're mature enough for him, when you're NOT. you're sixteen and you should at the very least be dating someone within two years of your age."
Midoriya stayed quiet. Aizawa sighed.
"Like I said before, you're cutting ALL ties with him, anyway. You're never going to speak with him again, you hear? He'll be put in custody, anyway."
"W-WHAT?" Midoriya screamed. Aizawa flinched.
"What did you think I was going to do? I can't just ignore this- this guy could hurt more people. I have his name, I have his age, I should be able to find out where he lives if I search the database enough."
Midoriya paused. His eyes widened.
"I.. he- he's not gonna hurt anyone else. I promise. I was an exception."
"He will. You're not an exception. Here, think about it this way. If one of your classmates, think, Uraraka or Kirishima, maybe even Bakugou, if they were dating a Twenty-nine year old, you absolutely wouldn't support that idea, would you?"
"..N-no, I wouldn't. But it's different."
"It's not. I would like you to visit Hound Dog twice a week until he sees fit that you're out of the mindset this guy has groomed you into. I'll inform him of the situation. I will take care of the legal parts of this issue— I'll put out a warrant for his arrest, and he's never going to hurt you again. Deal?" Aizawa stated clearly,
"W-what do you mean deal? What do I get out of it?" Midoriya blinked.
"..Are you serious? You- what do you get out of it? Uh— I dunno, maybe not getting groomed? Not dating a pedophile? Please, use your brain, Problem Child,"
Midoriya stayed silent.
"Good. We agree then."
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Two weeks later, the man known as Akio Hiroto was turned in to custody by a low ranking hero, who had seen him walking home from work and arrested him immediately.
The police found naked photos of UA student Midoriya Izuku on the man's cell phone. Some taken by the student himself and sent through text, some taken by Hiroto himself after a sexual encounter of theirs. All the photos were used for evidence, then immediately deleted.
He faces 17 years in jail and a 15,000 [usd] dollar fine. He is no longer allowed within 50 feet of any elementary, junior high, or high school.
Midoriya Izuku went on to go through 4 months of therapy before he was told by Hound Dog that he had fully recovered mentally, and for that Midoriya couldn't have been more thankful.
Aizawa Shouta continuously checked in with Midoriya weekly to ask how therapy was going, and to make sure he was doing better. He was.
Shouta couldn't have been more thankful he found out about the situation before it got even farther.
Midoriya Izuku got his justice. Not everyone can say the same.