(I don't own Boku no Hero Academia or its characters, only this fanfiction's plot)

Midoriya woke up to fingers gently carding through his hair.

Stiffening for a moment, he relaxed as his mind steadily recognized the familiar calluses. If he could trust anyone not to hurt him, it was his Uncle.

"Mornin'."

All Might smiled at the sleepy hello, tucking some of his nephews curls behind his ears.

"You look better, you're not quite as pale anymore."

Groaning a bit, Midoriya pushed himself up- subsequently knocking Spook's mother, who he had since learned was named Mrs. Norris, off his chest and onto his lap- as he sat up. "I don't suppose that means you'll change your mind."

All Might leaned back and gave a resigned sigh. "You're just trying to turn my hair grey, huh?"

"What? No!" Midoriya stammered for a moment before he remembered to take a breath, "I just really don't want to get left behind."

"Ku, look at me." When Midoriya met his eyes, All Might gently squeezed his shoulder. "You're the most determined young man I've ever met. Life delt you a bad hand and you made something with it, so I haven't a doubt in my head a few days will hardly make a difference in your journey."

Midoriya felt his throat tighten, he didn't need to ask if his Uncle meant it; All Might didn't lie.

"Still, I understand you might start feeling restless." All Might spoke up, recapturing Midoriya's attention. "So I'll ask Aizawa if he could give you different lessons while you're recovering. It would serve you well to be able to go undercover or fake an injury to get the upper hand in a fight."

Midoriya's eyes lit up, "That would be something!"

Midoriya reached into his book bag- which was hung on one of the bed posts, who had brought it up?- and grabbed out one of his hero notebooks, opening it to Scan: The Spywork Hero's page and going on to explain how he used espionage in tandem with his X-ray vision to infiltrate enemy lairs.

"He usually can't completely bypass the henchmen, though, so sometimes he'll have to pretend to be one. Last year he took down the villains Homicidal Liu and Jane the Avenger by getting in close enough to knock them out before they could even use their bladed quirks! In fact.."

All Might smiled as he listened, feeling a weight lift from his chest; Midoriya was going to be fine.

An hour later, Midoriya was tying up his hair in a ponytail when a thought occurred to him.

Turning to All Might, Midoriya sat back on the bed, now in his uniform. "I can go home, right? After the end of the day?"

All Might gave a nod, "Unless Recovery Girl wants to keep you overnight for observations."

"Which she may very well decide is best." A voice drawled, drawing the pairs attention to the door. Aizawa was leaning against the frame.

Midoriya shifted awkwardly, not really sure what to say to Aizawa.

"I see she's taken a liking to you," Aizawa nodded towards Mrs. Norris, who was rubbing up against Midoriya's side. "She usually would have already been pawing at my leg by now."

Midoriya's eyes widened when the realization struck him. Mrs. Norris was Aizawa's cat.

"All Might, I'd like to speak with my student alone, if you would do me the honor." Aizawa went on, getting right to the point.

All Might opened his mouth to argue when Aizawa shot him a pointed look. "Yes, of course. I expect you'll be walking him to class, then?"

Aizawa gave a nod, "Leave it to me, he'll be as safe as a kitten in a mitten box."

All Might gave Midoriya's hair one last ruffle before he left the room, leaving the boy alone with his homeroom teacher.

Midoriya watched as Aizawa waltz over, biting his lip, what was he supposed to say?

"I suppose we should start with the note Recovery Girl gave me," His surly teacher started, seeming to realize Midoriya was useless at this.

"She said I'd have to sit out training for a few days..." Midoriya mumbled.

Aizawa nodded, "You lost a lot of blood, and while you might feel like you're back to normal, your body still needs rest. It sucks, but life isn't fair."

Once he received a nod, Aizawa sighed. Now the real headache began.

"All- ..Your Uncle and friends have given me a rundown of the situation with Bakugou while you were still in recovery." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aizawa gritted out. "Is there a reason you saw fit to let this kind of behavior go on?"

Midoriya bit his lip, "I didn't think he'd do something like that, he seemed harmless enough.."

"He grabbed you in the showers!"

"Not in that way! I wasn't even.. We were dressed."

"It was still horribly inappropriate," Aizawa insisted. The man's gaze seemingly boring into Midoriya's soul. "I would think All Might's brat of all people would have better sense when it came to stalkers."

Midoriya hunched in on himself, "I.. I'm sorry."

Aizawa opened his mouth before he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was so fucking tired. "Why didn't you just come to me? I'd have expelled the brat before any of this could escalate, now I have to jump through all these executive hoops.."

Midoriya felt his throat tighten at that. He didn't want Bakugou expelled, even if it would have made his life a little more convenient...

His fingers gripped his pants. No, he couldn't think like that. It was selfish.

"Wait.. What do you mean you have to jump through hoops?" Midoriya tilted his head when Aizawa groaned. He guessed he wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"I am.. Not at liberty to say." Aizawa finally decided. "Just know that if Bakugou is to be expelled, the school board has decided it's not going to be because he almost blew up All Might's brat in All Might's class."

Midoriya's brow scrunched up.

"Wouldn't-"

"Yes, if the Bakugou's lost their expulsion hearing, they could go to court." Aizawa gave him a hard look, "Do you understand now?"

Oh he understood, alright. If Bakugou was expelled because he injured All Might's ward in All Might's class they could argue All Might had been unfair and biased because it was his nephew who had been involved. Nevermind the fact the blast nearly killed him or any previous harassment.

The media wouldn't want to go for that angle.

Midoriya gave a stiff nod. "Perfectly clear."

Aizawa gave a sigh, but this one seemed more relieved then frustrated. "I also realize this isn't fair."

"It's like you said," Midoriya gave a shrug. "The world is full of unfairness."

It's just how it was, wasn't it? Not all men were created equal, and Bakugou happened to born especially lucky. No one could touch him before, why should a little thing like environment change anything? Midoriya shouldn't be surprised.

"That being said," Aizawa's voice cut through his bitter musings. "I am an unbiased party who doesn't give a shit what the media thinks. If Katsuki Bakugou bothers you again, you let me know, alright? I will put an end to it, permanently."

Midoriya felt a jolt of shock, but a look at Aizawa told him the man was dead serious. He gave a slow nod, "Of course, Mr. Aizawa."

"Good." Aizawa ran another hand through his hair, "If it's any consolation, your Uncle and I ensured Bakugou was still given a suspension for endangering the lives of both Ochako Uraraka and Tenya Iida by going against the direct orders of his teacher."

That shouldn't make me feel good, Midoriya felt his insides twist. But he still couldn't help the vindicated rush of relief that swept through him. Did that make him a bad person?

"But wouldn't the Bakugou's still be able to..?"

Aizawa shook his head, "Not if your injuries weren't listed as a reason for the suspension. But they aren't stupid enough to think I won't bring it up if they try their luck."

Midoriya nodded, that made enough sense. Something else kept bugging him though.. "Why did you go so far? It couldn't have easy.."

Bakugou always gets away with it

"Because it's my job to do the right thing, being on the clock doesn't change that." Aizawa crossed his arms in a huff, "And it wasn't; the Bakugou's lawyer was a pain in the ass."

"When is he coming back?" Midoriya hates how scared he sounded, but he couldn't help it; Bakugou was going to be homicidal if he was only angry before.

"A few days," Aizawa's gaze softened. "Don't look so down, okay? Remember our deal, he hurts or threatens you, and I'll take care of it."

Midoriya looked down, he didn't really know how to respond to that.

Eyes shifting to Mrs. Norris, he found his voice. "Thank you, by the way. You.. You didn't have to do.. You know."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "Shimura, if you intend to become a celebrity hero like your Uncle, you've got to learn to speak up."

Swallowing, Midoriya straightened his shoulders and met his teachers dark eyes for the first time. "I appreciate you letting me have your cat while I was hurt. It was.. Really nice of you."

"Mrs. Norris is good with children," Aizawa shrugged. "And animals are said to aid in recovery. It's not a big deal."

"I still wanted to thank you."

Aizawa's lips twitched upwards. "Just try not to be such a problem child next time, okay?"

Midoriya felt the corners of his mouth lift up in small smile. "Yes, sir!"

Midoriya sipped on his transfusion, which was in a foam cup to keep innocent eyes from realizing what it was. He lagged slightly behind Aizawa, who was escorting him to homeroom.

It was early, so he was shocked to see he wasn't the first one to class.

"Todoroki," Aizawa acknowledged with a nod in the direction of his dual-colored student, who was in his usual seat in the back.

The boy, Todoroki, gave a gruff nod in response. His eyes glancing at Midoriya for only a moment before the returned to looking at his textbook.

Deciding he should get a start on his own, most certainly overdue, homework Midoriya made his way over to his assigned seat.

"There's no need for that, Shimura."

Midoriya felt a jolt of sheer panic, had he done something wrong? Was he in trouble? He hadn't thought he was. Uncle had said as much, but he had missed a couple days of school and...

Aizawa's audible sigh broke him from his panicked mutterings, "I meant you don't need to go to your assigned seat."

He made a vague gesture towards the right side of the class, "Pick any seat you want that is not near or in the same row as Bakugou. I don't care which."

Oh.. That made sense.

Feeling calm replace the panic, Midoriya surveyed the seats, before making his decision.

Todoroki looked up when he sat down, but didn't comment on his choice. Instead looking back down at his book.

He hadn't ever spoken with Todoroki, but the boy wasn't glaring at him in spite or anything, so Midoriya felt his presence must not bother the boy. They read in silence for a while; it was comfortable enough.

"Your hair's white." Todoroki said after a while, like he was commenting on the weather.

"It's always been white," Midoriya insisted like always.

A beat of silence.

"So the red stains it, then?"

Midoriya felt an invisible tension leave his body at that. Glad Todoroki didn't start trying to argue with him about his own damn hair color.

"Yeah, it's a bit annoying."

Todoroki shrugged. "It looks good on you."

Midoriya felt his face heat up as he stuttered. Deciding to take a sip of his transfusion to save him from having to respond.

After a moment, he asked, "What went on while I was gone?"

Todoroki glanced over at him, before giving a shrug.

"Nothing, really. Only thing of note was the break in."

"What?!" Midoriya yelped, his blood tense.

"It wasn't a big deal." Todoroki shrugged, "The media just broke through the gate, UA handled it well enough."

"I wonder why no one said anything.." Midoriya thought aloud.

"I'm sure your mom just didn't want to upset you," Todoroki guessed, a bitter edge to his voice. "Like I said, it was nothing."

"You're probably right," Midoriya awkwardly tugged on his ponytail, "Though I don't actually have a mom..."

Todoroki's eyes snapped to Midoriya, and for the first time he noticed they were also mismatched. One blue, one grey.

Midoriya idly wondered if that meant his hair was natural.

Todoroki went to open his mouth only to snap it shut, his grip on his pen tightening to the point his knuckles were white. Midoriya could feel a chill settle in the air.

"It's okay, really." Midoriya bit his lip, people were always weird about this..

Todoroki took a breath, exhaling a breath of icy air. His grip loosed on his now cracked pen.

"I apologise, I shouldn't have assumed."

"Most people have both their parents," Midoriya shrugged, trying not to think of her. "It's not like I blame you for assuming or anything. It'd be weirder if you hadn't, actually."

"My mother's.. Also not in my life." Was Todoroki's vague response, but Midoriya didn't think anything of it; he didn't like talking about the details either.

"I'm sorry, is your dad still around?"

"..Yes."

Todoroki had never felt so awkward in his entire life.

Midoriya, somehow sensing his distress, simply gestured back to his textbook. "I wasn't here for class when Mr. Mic explained this, do you think you could..?"

Todoroki immediately reached into his bag and shoved his notebook at Midoriya. "Here."

"Oh!" Midoriya flashed him a smile, "Thanks, uh oh.. I don't think I've properly introduced myself, have I?"

Laughing awkwardly, he extended his hand. "Toku Shimura."

Todoroki blinked, before scowling and turning back to his book.

"I'm not here to make friends."

Midoriya retracted his hand slightly, before a dorky smile fitted itself on his features. "Alright, how about allies then? Everyone needs that."

"..I'm Shouto Todoroki."

"Huh, who's- Wait, Shimura?"

Midoriya jumped as several of his classmates gathered around, what did they want?

"Almost didn't recognize you, super." The red-haired boy continued, pumping his fist as he spoke. "I'm not sure what Bakugou was screaming during that match, but you were really cool!"

"I can't believe you held your own against him for that long, he's super strong!" Another boy, Hanta Sero, said.

"You did a great job!" A girl, who might've been called Ashido, waved her arms excitedly. "Especially when you slammed the big jerk into the walls!"

"You got us all pumped, so we didn't hold back during our fights." A tall, muscular boy gruffed.

"It might not have been the most elegant of matches, but I suppose-"

"And the dodging was like WHOO!" Ashido cut in, jumping up and down.

Midoriya leaned back in his chair, startled. His face becoming hot as he realized his classmates were actually impressed.

"Hey, I'm Ejiro Kirishima." The red haired boy introduced, "This is Hanta Sero."

Sero grinned, "Hey, it's good to see you up and about."

"More importantly I'm-"

"I'm Mina Ashido!-" The pink girl confirmed, waving her arms out as she unknowingly or just uncaringly cut the blond boy off. "-And I just got to say, your quirk is awesome!"

Asui leaned forwards, "I'm Tsuyu Asui, but please, call me 'Tsu'."

The tall, muscly boy gave a thumbs up. Simply saying, "Hey, Sato." as means of introduction.

"Oh...Uh hey guys." Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. "It's nice to meet you."

"My name's Mineta!" Mineta said, jumping out of no where.

"Where'd you pop out of?" Kirishima asked, sounding amused.

"Shimura!" Uraraka called, running over with Kaminari close behind. "You're really awake!"

Midoriya smiled, leaning back some. "It'd take more than an explosion to take me out, uh.. You and Iida weren't hurt, right?"

"No," Uraraka gave a shake of her head, "Just startled."

"Though we could have been," Iida pointed out, walking over before he turned and started berating Tokoyami about sitting on the desks. Iida sure was strict when it came to rules...

Taking her usual seat (which just happened to be next to Midoriya's new seat), Uraraka said, "Yeah, well I'm glad you're alright, Shimura. That whole thing was pretty scary."

"If I ever have to see that Bakugou again, it'll be too soon." Kaminari scowled, crossing his arms as he leaned on Uraraka's desk. "Did Aizawa tell you what happened?"

Midoriya nodded, "Bakugou's suspended."

He idly glanced over at his childhood bully's empty seat, all the more apparent as his classmates filed in. Midoriya wasn't looking forwards to when he came back.

"Super unmanly if you ask me," Kirishima shook his head. "Just goes to show-"

"Alright, everyone to your seats; class is starting." Aizawa called the moment the last straggler walked in, forcing everyone else to rush to their seats.

Once everyone was settled, Aizawa finished the papers he was marking. Setting his pencil down as he took in his class.

"As you know, I've reviewed the footage for your combat training." Aizawa started off, immediately putting everyone on edge. "You all did.. Decently."

A collective sigh was heaved. Thank God.

"Shimura," Aizawa suddenly called, nearly making said boy liquify right there and then.

Looking down on him, Aizawa said, "You may have won because of Bakugou's foolishness, but let it serve as a lesson to you; never underestimate an opponent. If that hadn't been training, you might have actually died."

"Yes, sir."

"Hey," Midoriya's head snapped back up, meeting his teacher's gaze. "I say this because you have talent, I'd hate to see it wasted because of another accident."

Midoriya felt the corners of his mouth lift as his face heated, "Understood."

"Right, let's get down to business then." Aizawa looked back down at his papers. "Our first task will decide your future."

The tension and anxiety was so thick you couldn't have cut it with a steak knife.

Aizawa looked up, "You all need to pick a class representative."

Everyone looked downright relieved, before they all started claiming they should be picked as class rep. Aizawa was nearly tempted to use his quirk to shut them up before Tenya Iida beat him to it.

"Silence, everyone, please!" Once the desired effect was achieved, Iida continued. "The class representative's job is to lead others, that's not something anyone can do. You first have to have the trust of everyone in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to solve this issue is democratically. We will hold an election to decide our leader."

"It's pretty obvious you want us to vote for you." Just about everyone said at the same time, and Midoriya kind of felt bad. He knew what it was like to have everyone eyes on you like that.

"Is this really the best idea?" Kaminari asked.

Asui tapped her chin, "We've only known each other for a week, how do we know who we can trust?"

"Besides," Kirishima shrugged, "Everyone will just vote for themselves."

"Most will." Iida conceded, "But that just further proves that whoever gets the most votes will truly be the most suitable for the job. It's the best way, right sir?"

Aizawa was already pulling up his sleeping bag, "Do whatever you want, just decide before my naps over."

"Thank you for your trust!"

Midoriya mouth felt dry as he read the results. It just didn't make any sense.

"How'd I get three votes?" Midoriya leaned forwards, squinting at his classmates. "I was comatose for, like, six days."

"Because you tanked a nuke," Kirishima laughed. "It was super manly."

"If I had to vote for someone else, I would have also gone for you." Kaminari admitted, "You can get a bit intense, but you're pretty cool."

"Intense?" Midoriya blinked. Wait.. Did that mean this wasn't a mistake?

"Alright you two, come stand up at the front." Aizawa called, cutting that discussion short.

Taking a deep breath, Midoriya squared his shoulders before striding up.

Just act confident, He told himself. Just like Uncle

"Alright, our representative is Toku Shimura and our deputy is Momo Yaoyorozu."

Midoriya inclined his head in a small bow, "I look forward to working with the rest of class 1-A."

From the happy murmurs his classmates made, they were happy to work with him, too.

Mae was, unsurprisingly, waiting for him at the cafeteria's entrance.

"I'll be taking that-" She said, plucking his cup-of-secrets right out of his hand. "-And that." She said, pulling his book bag from his shoulder, to hers.

"Hey!"

Flashing him a smile, she reached over with her free hand and mussed up his hair. "Be happy I'm even letting you get your own lunch. Hatsume and Uraraka were more than tempted before I talked them down."

"Uraraka?"

"The three idiots decided to eat lunch with us while you were unconscious, and I..." Mae's face turned red. "We weren't in the head space to tell them to buzz off. So, now we're stuck with them until we can vote on another classroom.."

"Oh," Midoriya blinked, following her to the lunch line. "Have they been alright?"

Blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes, Mae shrugged. "Uraraka was really worried, and Iida was... Iida. But yeah, I guess they didn't go and try committing Seppuku or anything."

"Xia!"

"What? Would you prefer the alternative or something?" Seeing the look on his face she smirked. "Hurry up and get your grub, I don't trust that Kaminari or Hatsume enough not to snag something from my plate."

Midoriya laughed, filling the rest of his plate up before following Mae to their designated spot, which happened to be an empty classroom to the left of the cafeteria.

"And so-" Iida was saying. Key word being 'was'.

Hatsume's eyes lit up when she spotted them, cutting the other boy off as she waved him over, "Hey Toku! Come sit by me."

Midoriya gave an amused laugh, but complied without complaint. Letting the shorter girl lean on him.

"So, Mr. Class Rep, how does the weight of responsibility feel?" Kaminari asked once he was settled, eyebrow raised.

This question caused Mae to start choking on her rice.

"Class rep?" She rasped, "Since when did that happen?"

"This morning." Midoriya sighed. "I don't feel like I'm qualified if I'm honest."

"Sure you are, you'll do great."

"Uraraka's right, your courage and quick thinking under stressful situations will make you a worthy leader." Iida shrugged, "It's why I voted for you, at least."

"What? You were one of the three?"

"Didn't you want to be rep really bad?" Uraraka asked, a bit of rice on her cheek.

"Wanting a job and being suited to it are two vastly different things. Observing the Iida families hero agency has taught me that much."

"'Agency'?" They all repeated.

"Hold on, just what does your family do?" Midoriya asked.

"Uh- oh, it's nothing."

"You know, there's something I've been wondering about you." Uraraka leaned forwards, "Admit it Iida, you're filthy rich!"

Midoriya could physically feel Iida's discomfort from across their little picnic circle.

"I.." Iida sighed, "I was afraid people would treat me differently if they knew about my family."

Well, damn. If that's not supposed to spike their curiosity, what was?

Rubbing his temple, Iida gave in. "You see, the Iida family has been pro heroes for generations. It runs in our blood."

"What?" Uraraka exclaimed, "That's awesome!"

Iida smiled, "Are any of you familiar with the Turbo Hero: Ingenium?"

"I know all about him!" Midoriya exclaimed, face turning red with excitement despite himself. "He's a super-popular pro with sixty-five sidekicks working along side him at his Tokyo agency."

Kaminari's eyes widened, "Wait, don't tell me.."

"He's my older brother!" Iida confirmed, looking just a bit smug.

Uraraka's eyes widened, "Your family is famous!"

"I can't believe it," Mae said in a dry voice, not that Iida took any mind. Or maybe he just didn't hear it.

"Ingenium is an unmatched commander, who honors the hero code. As the second oldest Iida son, I strive to be just like him." Iida turned to face Midoriya. "However, I think it might be a bit soon for me to take on a real leadership role. You, for example, knew what the judges were looking for in the entrance exam. A rep needs that sort of insight."

Everyone was silent for a moment, before Uraraka smiled. "I think that's the first time I've seen you smile Iida, you should do it more often!"

"What? What are you talking about? I smile all the time."

So Iida wants to be like Ingenium the same way I want to be like Uncle? Midoriya smiled at the thought. Though, he had no idea what Iida meant by 'what the judges were looking for'.

He should probably get that straightened out..

"So Iida, when you say 'you knew what the judges were looking for', what do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said, you saw through the exams and saw that our ability to take out the faux villains weren't the only thing the judges were judging us for."

"What?" Hatsume frowned, "I thought it was about villain points.."

"It was," Mae nodded, "But there was a second part of the exam the judges didn't tell us about; rescue points."

Iida gave a nod, turning to Midoriya. "When Uraraka was trapped under that rock you used your quirk to save her from the zero-pointer, and even went as far as to start taking her to Recovery Girl before the exam had ended. To have realize your ability to save others would also be taken into consideration before the exams had even ended takes a considerable amount of perception, which I can only envy."

"I didn't!" Midoriya insisted, "I just saw she was in trouble and my body moved on it's own."

"But the exams weren't finished," Iida pointed out. "Why would you risk your chance at going to UA if you hadn't figured it out?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Iida." Midoriya gave a helpless shrug, "I saw someone in trouble and I acted, passing the exams came second to that."

Uraraka gave a laugh, "Well, either way I'm glad you saved me! Being crushed by a giant robot doesn't sound like a fun way to die."

Iida seemed to think for a second, before giving a nod. "So you realized we were supposed to treat the exams as if it were a real-world villain attack."

"No." Midoriya frowned, "I just acted, I didn't even consider the exams."

"Why would you do that?" Iida asked, "Isn't becoming a hero important to you?"

"Is it really heroism if you think you're going to get something out of it?" Kaminari asked, halting Midoriya's no-doubt hot-headed rebuttal . He gained everyone's attention.

"If someone only does good deeds because they think the world will owe them something after, are their actions really benevolently intentioned? Are they really comparable to a man who does good for good's sake?" Kaminari took a swing from his soda can, "I ask this because the judges probably put the rescue points in place in hopes of snatching up some people who fit into the second category. People who embody what it means to be a hero, and who genuinely wish to do good, even when it doesn't necessarily benefit them."

No one said anything for a moment, before Iida gave a nod. "You're right, Kaminari. I suppose it was rude of me to assume your actions were anything but selfless, Shimura. I hope you can forgive me."

Midoriya waved him off, "You thought of it as a compliment, so it's okay."

"So how did you all do in the exams, anyways?" Hatsume asked, a mischievous on her face. "It's good to know how my future clientele stack up against their peers."

Kaminari smirked, "Well, now that you ask.."

I have completed yet another chapter :D

To put a small timeline on Midoriya's coma (just so no one is confused);

He was blown up on the second day of the school year, near the end of the day

The next day was where I imagine he woke up originally

Then Shiggy broke in

The next day school was cancelled because of the break in

Midoriya slept straight through the weekend

And he finally woke up on Monday

Now, it's Tuesday again.

So in total Midoriya was completely under for about six days, as Hatsume said, but figured it be good for you all to see how I'm imagining it.

Some things shifted around, like Aizawa waiting for Midoriya to be conscious to pick class officers. Some stayed the same, like Shiggy wouldn't know or care whether or not our protagonist was aware enough to fully enjoy him breaking into UA. Nothing major either way, but important enough to note

Bakugou's punishment was... Difficult, for a couple of reasons

I obviously wanted it to both be fair and realistic, but also satisfying to the viewer.

I was actually homeschooled so I had to research both what expulsions and suspensions are and how they work, and learned that Japan and a lot of Asian countries actually have "no expulsion policies" which essentially means that under no circumstances is a child to be denied an education (ie expelled)

Now, UA obviously doesn't follow that general rule (Aizawa wouldn't be a happy duck if they did) but knowing this did help me better understand why Bakugou was never punished for his bullying habits beforehand.

So going in under the assumption that UA can expel whoever they want for whatever reason, we go into the meeting that debated Bakugou's fate with two different sides and perspectives, with most falling somewhere in the middle

1) being people like Aizawa, who don't think someone so volatile and unstable is cut out to be a hero. That Bakugou will only become a danger to himself and others should he be trained to use his already dangerous quirk

And 2) being that Bakugou misjudged his own power and made a mistake, and that punishing him for it so harshly will only push him towards a darker path. That they should give him a second chance

Not sure which one of these perspectives would actually win out irl tbh, so you can pick which one you think the school board (or whoever decided this stuff) would have agreed with if the Bakugou's and their lawyer hadn't taken a 'proactive approach' to keeping their child in school

So Bakugou is staying at UA through the power of blackmail, and Aizawa is pissed about it. So you can bet your ass that he's going to be much harder on him this time around

Hope you enjoyed :) let me know what you think!