Shouta Aizawa fancied himself a patient man. That morning however, Toshinori Yagi seemed to be trying really hard to test that in the most despicable way possible.

After all, the man could put up with a lot. For instance, he could tolerate Toshinori's questionable teaching. He could tolerate his blatant favouritism towards the Problem Child. He could even get past the blonde's obnoxiously narcissistic ring tone (though it took a lot of self restraint to not chuck that phone out the closest window every time it went off).

What Shouta couldn't put up with is the explosive mess Toshinori left behind in the staffroom's microwave. It was as though the man had woken up this morning with the sole intent to be as much of a nuisance as possible.

It was a disgusting sight too – large chunks of multicoloured veggies plastered against the walls of the microwave, splashed with the sticky remains of soup and ramen. It was colourful gunk and it made Shouta just as mad as it made his stomach squirm.

How could the former Pillar of Peace be so ignorant and immature as to leave his filth behind for the rest of them to deal with - for him to deal with.

The instant he opened the microwave door and saw what his co-worker had left behind, he made a direct beeline towards the teacher's lounge. As though to add insult to injury, he completely unsurprised to find the culprit hidden behind his computer monitor at his desk, completely engrossed in his work as though he didn't just drop a disgusting grenade in the kitchen just earlier.

"Yagi," the way he addressed him was cold enough to make anyone jump in fear. Alas, the man offered no reaction. It was as though he hadn't even heard him.

"Yagi," he repeated himself, only louder and harsher. This time he got the response he wanted – Toshinori almost leapt out of his seat in shock, choking on a sliver of his own blood before finally acknowledging the other man's presence.

"Aizawa!" his voice shook a little, still evidently startled by Shouta's tone, "I didn't see you there!"

Toshinori offered a nervous laugh, which only served to further annoy the teacher. Shouta never had to announce his presence to a co-worker more than once, much less Toshinori. His initial anger towards the microwave incident was suddenly replaced by morbid curiousity and mild concern about what he could have possibly gotten himself into this time. Shouta couldn't think of any other possible explanation for his airheadedness this morning.

That said, he came here with a specific purpose in mind, and he was set on accomplishing that before delving into any of his co-worker's personal problems.

"Do you want to explain the utter chaos you left behind in the microwave?" he asked rhetorically. His voice didn't ooze with nearly as much spite as he intended for it to. He was still a little taken back by how out of sorts the guy presented himself today.

"Huh? Oh, geez sorry," Toshinori mustered an apology, rubbing his nape awkwardly, "I've been a little distracted today. Must've missed it. Don't worry, I'll deal with it."

With that, the former hero edged to pull himself up from his desk to sort out the problem he apparently caused. Unfortunately for Shouta, it turned out that his mild concern wasn't as 'mild' as he initially thought. He heaved a sigh.

"Don't bother. You can go clean up after yourself later," Shouta dismissed with a gruff, "After you tell me what's gotten into you today."

Toshinori looked at him in surprised. He supposed that he still had some patience left for the blonde after all.

"Ah…it's nothing, really," he eventually replied. His demeanour tensed and Shouta could tell that he was trying to evade eye contact. From that, he could deduce that whatever was on his co-worker's mind wasn't serious enough to require any sort of professional intervention. That said, he could also gather that his issue was a cause of embarrassment for him and that only fed into his already growing interest. It prompted him to press just a little further.

If not to satiate his curiousity, then to at least rest easily knowing that his students would be in capable hands later that day. Toshinori's teaching skills were sub par as they were. He didn't want to wait and find out what they'd be like if he wasn't also paying full attention.

"You're better off telling me now than later," Shouta cautioned, "I don't want to see any of the kids down with Chiyo today just because you couldn't keep your head in the game long enough to supervise them."

Toshinori pursed his lips in a tight line but eventually gave in with an extremely heavy sigh, "Fine, but if I tell you, you need to promise that it won't leave this room."

Shouta nodded.

"It's about Izuku Midoriya," he started.

"Ah, yes, the Problem Child - what about him?" Shouta arched an eyebrow. It somehow didn't surprise him that the kid was involved. Toshinori was worse than a single mother when it came to worrying about that boy.

"His mother and I…we've been," Toshinori hesitates, as though he's unsure whether or not he should continue. He evidently decides to do so anyway, "We've been seeing each other."

Now that took Shouta by surprise. Not that he was necessarily dating his student's mother – no. Really, it was a shock to find out that the man was dating at all.

That wasn't to say that Toshinori wouldn't make a good partner - far from it, really. It was more so the fact that it wasn't something that ever seemed to be of any interest to the veteran. Sure, he'd recognise when someone was attractive, and he was never shy to flirtations during his time as a pro hero. That said, dating just never seemed like something he'd be open to. Whether it be because he was too busy with his career or simply out of sheer disinterest.

"You're seeing Mrs. Midoriya," the brunette repeated carefully after him. If his eyebrow could raise any further, it would have taken off into space.

"Yes," Toshinori confirmed. His cheeks were flushed pink – an odd sight to see on the otherwise boisterous man. Shouta could tell that he was being serious by that alone.

"Judging by your reaction, I take it that Midoriya doesn't know," he noted. That much was relatively obvious. He did say that it involved him. It was a logical conclusion.

"I haven't told him yet, no," his co-worker looked away from his shamefully, "But I can tell he's suspicious. I'm afraid the conversation will happen sooner than I had originally planned."

"You don't think he'll take it well?" Shouta asked, "I don't see why he wouldn't. The kid practically worships the ground you walk on."

"I don't want him to think that I took advantage of my position to get with his mother," Toshinori confessed to him, "I also don't want him to feel as though I'm overstepping."

"It's a little late to be concerned about that, don't you think?" Shouta countered. He didn't mean to sound as cold and rigid as he did. He understood that this was a delicate matter that couldn't be handled carelessly. That was also one of the reasons why he didn't understand why Toshinori would get himself involved with a student's parent.

The blonde exhaled sharply and leaned back into his chair, "You make a solid point."

As thoroughly juvenile and borderline moronic as Toshinori Yagi was to Shouta in that moment, he couldn't help but hold some pity for him. This was his first time dating in who knows how many years and he somehow managed to find himself tangled up in this mess. He pulled over a chair and took a seat across from the gaunt man, "How long has it been going on for?"

The veteran's head perked, "Huh?"

"I want to know if this has anything to do with your blatant favouritism towards the Problem Child," Shouta stated bluntly. Not that it would make any difference if it did.

"Almost a month," Toshinori replied, "It's still very new. That's why we chose to keep it under wraps for the time being."

"I see," the other man nodded. Seems as though his relationship with the mom wasn't a relevant factor after all.

A pregnant pause followed them, and the two men were momentarily left to their own thoughts. Shouta couldn't tell what the blonde was thinking but if the last three years working with him proved anything, it was that he was likely going to continue fussing over the boy until that dreaded confrontation.

"You're an idiot, Yagi," Shouta said finally, "But I don't think I need to tell you that."

The old man chuckled, "I realise that don't worry."

Shouta responded with an amused smirk as Toshinori finally began to pull himself up again.

"I'm going to go clean up after myself in the kitchen," he concurred as he began making his way towards the door.

"That would be a good idea," Shouta agreed, his gaze following him as he walked past the desk.

He stopped for a brief second on his way out and turned to the man, "Aizawa?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?" Shouta asked, "I didn't do anything.

Toshinori shrugged, "Just for listening. It's been a while since I've been able to vent like this."

Shouta gave a small smile in response as he watched the other teacher walk out. This was going to be an interesting week.

"Great work today, young Izuku," Toshinori commented with a proud grin. His arm reached out atop his protégé's head, ruffling through the thick curls as he often did.

Izuku smiled brightly, "Thanks!"

The two were out in the field behind the school where they often went to train. It had been two days since his mini 'Kacchan moment' on the dorm's porch and his arms regained some stability since. Turns out skipping yesterday's session was a good call. It gave him enough time to rest and regain the energy to work on his upper body strength today.

It also gave him an extra day to cool off before seeing his mentor one on one again. That wasn't to say that he wasn't still annoyed with him – he very much was. The fact that it had been almost three weeks since he caught both him and his mother red handed and neither of them have as much as uttering a word about it shook him to his core.

With that in mind, he was much less likely to go off on his teacher after a full day of gathering his thoughts and avoiding Bakugou's influence. As much as he appreciated his company, Kacchan had a habit of riling Izuku up, even when his intentions were pure. He needed to avoid getting too passionate if he ever hoped to have this conversation with his mentor.

Speaking of which, Izuku wondered if this might just be the perfect moment to nudge Toshinori about it. They were both alone during after school hours and he could tell that he was wearing cologne again today – an odd choice for training.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked nonchalantly as the older man offered him a fresh bottle of water. He twisted the cap and brought the bottle up to his lips.

"Not really," Toshinori replied, "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Izuku shrugged, still eyeing his gaunt predecessor. Should he bring up the fact that he can smell him from a mile away? Or that he bothered to wear clothes that actually fit him as opposed to the usual baggy ones he kept from his heyday as All Might?

He realised that he wasn't kidding anyone, right?

"You look really dressed up today, that's all," he dared to comment. He forced a polite smile to break the invisible tension that he was creating from the mock interrogation.

He could tell that Toshinori tensed a little at his comment. It was only brief, and it immediately dissipated when he replied with a hearty laugh, "Thank you, my boy. I just figured I'd try a little harder to look presentable since I spend so much time at UA."

Izuku chuckled along sheepishly, as though he wasn't internally screaming at the fact that everything, he was saying was blatant lie. He's been working here for three years and has been retired for almost as long. There was no way that he only just started caring about his image now.

Izuku gritted his teeth, willing to try one last time before throwing in the towel completely.

"I almost thought that you had a date," he laughed. It was a forced laugh, and he was sure that his mentor could tell. He must know that he knew at this point - that there wasn't any point in hiding it any longer.

And yet, he just laughed along. As though that was the most ridiculous statement Izuku could have come up with.

"Nothing like that, my boy," Toshinori chuckled, "You know me."

He ruffled his hair again but all Izuku could wonder is – 'Do I?'

The only other person who seemed to be even remotely affected by Izuku's family drama was Bakugou and he was certain that that was just a projection of the blonde's own insecurities and Izuku's dilemma just happened to be an accessible outlet for his anger.

In fairness, the boy couldn't say that he hated having his feelings reciprocated. Even if deep down he knew that Bakugou didn't actually care and would have easily riled himself up over someone else's personal life if Izuku wasn't around.

Or maybe he did care and Izuku just had him pegged wrong. It wouldn't be the first time Bakugou's character development surprised him.

That said, Izuku was eternally grateful to also have Ochaco in the same room as them both to keep him from blowing a fuse like his rival. God knows that if he was left to his own devices with Bakugou, Izuku might actually end up killing All Might.

"Unbelievable!" Bakugou barked. He was pacing back and forth between Izuku's bedroom door and his bed where the other two eighteen-year-olds were sitting. "You have to do something!"

"Like what?" Izuku asked in exasperation. As welcome as his rival's anger was in this situation, he couldn't say it has been particularly helpful in offering valid solutions.

"Kick his ass!"

"Bakugou, no!" his girlfriend quickly interjected. She proceeded to grab Izuku's shoulder as though she was genuinely worried that he'd consider that idea – in her defence, he was.

"Don't listen to him," she tipped.

"Bullshit! The only way this can be solved is if you man up and challenge him to a fight!" the blonde insisted, "Have some honour, God damn it!"

"No way!" Ochaco countered, "Deku would break him!"

Bakugou face startled a little at that realisation, seemingly falling to agree with the brunette. All Might was far from the hero that he once was – physically, anyway. Maybe a few years ago he could stand a chance but now after losing his quirk and Izuku's years of training, it seemed fairly obvious to both of them who would win in that match.

That didn't mean Izuku agreed with their assessment. Even before Toshinori retired, he spent the majority of his time in his 'true' form and that included their training sessions together. Izuku knew from experience that it never stopped him from whipping the boy into shape.

"He just looks frail," he said, "He could probably still beat me up, trust me."

Bakugou's face lightened with hope at that but he wasn't able to get a word in before Ochaco could cut in again – "You're not fighting Toshinori-san."

Bakugou groaned loudly, throwing his head back with irritation, "Why not!?"

"He's our teacher!" Ochaco exclaimed. The blonde moaned again.

Izuku could think of potentially ten other reasons why fighting All Might was a bad idea, apart for the perfectly valid reason his girlfriend just gave. One of the main reasons being that despite everything, he still valued his relationship with his mentor, and he didn't want to damage it by challenging him to a fight.

Although, it was a little hard to stay conscious of that fact with Bakugou in the room reminding him of just how angry and frustrated he was with this entire situation.

"This isn't helping, Kacchan," he sighed, running a hand through his green curls.

"It would if fucking Round Face didn't keep interrupting me!"

Ochaco furrowed her eyebrows and piped up loudly, "Hey!"

"Neither of you are helping!" Izuku shouted out suddenly. The two teenagers winced, neither being particularly accustomed to the boy raising his voice. It was easy to tell that it was pure frustration, and he didn't mean anything by it, but it threw them by surprise for a moment.

Izuku pursed his lips, falling back onto his bed with a loud groan.

"Sorry," he apologised, "I'm just…overwhelmed."

"It's alright, Deku, "Ochaco assured with a sympathetic smile, "It's our fault for bickering. You're already under enough pressure."

Bakugou simply gruffed in what was his way of saying that he agreed. Izuku smiled back weakly before sitting back up again. It didn't seem to matter how many conversations he had about this with his friends. Nobody knew the right thing to say. Izuku didn't even know what he wanted to hear.

"Thanks for being here," he said softly with a small and grateful smile. He really did mean it. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to survive the last few weeks if it wasn't for his friends. Bakugou and Ochaco in particular have been extremely present and supportive, even if they both had vastly different ways of showing it.

"Don't get fucking sappy with us, Nerd," Bakugou huffed. Izuku simply chuckled in response.

Ochaco placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked up ay him, "Don't mention it. I just wish I knew what I could do to help."

The boy bit the inside of his cheek and fidgeted uncomfortably with the fabric of his jeans. "I don't really think there's much you can do."

He sighed again and looked down at his feet, "I'll just have to bite my tongue and talk to Toshinori myself. I just…" he pressed his lips in a tight line, "I wish I knew how."

"You don't have to figure it out overnight," the brunette reassured, giving his shoulder a small squeeze, "You'll need to talk about it eventually but it's fine if you want to postpone it a little longer."

Izuku looked back at his girlfriend as she continued, "Just…don't let it fester up for too long. That's not healthy."

"Whatever the girl said," Bakugou concurred.

"Right…" Izuku sucked his breathe and returned his gaze to both of them, "Thanks guys."

"You already thanked us," Ochaco chuckled.

The boy rolled his eyes, "Still."

The three shared a small laugh after that conversation as Izuku finally left with some food for thought.

Every once in a while, Izuku would have a moment of clarity where he'd be able to actually entertain the thought of his mentor becoming an official member of his family. Such moments however, were few and far in between. His new reality continued to illicit primarily a mix of anger and concern towards the two adults. The majority of it was pioneered by Toshinori's complete radio silence on the subject. Not worrying over his mother proved to be a difficult task. He wondered if this was karma for all the villain attacks he involved himself in without telling her.

The most frustrating part of it all were the blatant lies the two were racking up. Whether it was his mentor being conveniently absent from the dormitory every evening or his mother's sudden and unprompted interest in developing her quirk (something Izuku knew for a fact was of no interest to her). The actual causes behind these changes were so painfully clear that it was infuriating to watch them dance around the topic as though he wasn't aware of what was going on between them.

Despite it all, Izuku continued to pull through with a happy face, simply not having the heart or the confidence to bring it up with either of them. He simply forced a smile every time he'd catch one of them in one of their lies and go about his life, pushing his breakdown towards the end of day where he'd either be bombarded with unhelpful advice from his classmates, repeatedly comforted by Ochaco as he'd go off on an unending tangent or, alternatively yelled at by Bakugou for not doing anything about it yet.

However, bottling up your emotions only works for so long. Izuku had to learn that the hard way.

They were in the common room again when the incident happened. Izuku was sitting in between Ochaco and Todoroki, surrounded by the rest of his peers as he vented his frustrations to them for what felt like the hundredth time that week. He knew that he sounded like a broken record at that point and that he had exhausted pretty much all of the advice his classmates had left to give him. At this point, they really only stuck around to offer the boy emotional support.

"Don't worry about it, Midoriya," Tsuyu assured, "It will all work itself out in the end."

Bakugou scoffed, "Bullshit! It's been three weeks and that jackass still hasn't said anything!"

"You don't have to call him that," Izuku said weakly, only taking mild offence to his rival's offhand comment.

"Whatever, my point stands."

Ochaco rolled her eyes, "Tsu is right. He can't hide it forever. You don't have to confront him if it makes you uncomfortable."

"I have to agree," Todoroki nodded sagely, "Waiting it out might be the easiest course of action here."

Izuku shrunk in his seat, "I'm not sure if I can. I mean, the tension is driving me insane!"

"If I may, Midoriya, a civil conversation hasn't been ruled out yet," Iida chimed in, "It doesn't have to be a dramatic show down."

"That would be kind of anti-climactic though," Kaminari said, "I mean…the guy's fucking his mom."

In that moment, something changed inside Izuku.

'The guy's fucking his mom.'

Jiro gawked and smacked the back of his head, "Are you serious, Kaminari!?"

"What did I say?!" he argued back.

Izuku bit his lip and hesitantly cut into their discourse, "No, he's right."

Everyone's gaze had suddenly locked onto him. The matter-of-fact way he delivered himself was somewhat unsettling for the teens to see, especially after sugar coating his discomfort for so long.

Ochaco's hand weighed on his shoulder, "Deku-,"

"No, Ochaco," he snapped. The girl flinched but he continued, "Tell me why I shouldn't lash out at him? I've been patient…I can't just wait around and hope to for a civil conversation to come around anymore!"

"Fina-fucking-ly!" Bakugou exclaimed behind him.

Izuku grip his jeans tightly, keeping his gaze focused onto his lap as to not lose his focus, "I'm so tired and…mad! I-…I'm finally going to do something about this! As soon as I see him, I'll give him a piece of my mind!"

"Now, Midoriya…you don't want to be rash here," Iida offered, "Your anger is justified but you need to stay rational- "

"I am rational!" he exclaimed, standing up.

As though on cue, the dormitory's main door creaked out with a relatively polished All Might walking through. He stood in the doorway with a large plastic bag in hand, suited in a brand new dress shirt that actually fit his small frame for once. He had a certain glow about him which made it obvious to everyone what he had been up to previously. Izuku felt his blood boil as he clenched his fist. The tension in the room was growing as everyone watched the events unfold before them in fear. Izuku furrowed his eyebrows and marched up to his mentor with determination.

"Ah, young Midoriya," he smiled softly, "It's been a hot minute since I got to see you."

He bit the inside of his cheek whilst maintaining their eye contact. The truth was that when it came to All Might, he was all talk with nothing to show. Standing in front of his mentor now, even with everything he knew, he wasn't able to get mad at him. Whether that was because he respected him too much or because a part of him felt bad for meddling in his mother's relationship was unclear. All he knew was that his anger suddenly dissipated, and he was unable to go off on him the way he had initially planned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he replied with a sheepish laugh. His classmates shared a collective sigh of relief. The only person who wasn't content with the outcome was Bakugou, who was seething at the fact that Izuku let him go again. His rival would just have to deal with it though. It seemed that he simply didn't have the heart to yell at either adult for their secret relationship.

Toshinori chuckled before reaching into his bag, "Oh, that reminds me- "

Izuku watched as he pulled out freshly prepared bento box, "Your mother asked me to deliver this to you."

The boy stared incredulously at the meal, "My mom?"

"Yes, I stopped by earlier this evening. She's been worried about you."

"You were at my mom's apartment?" he repeated. His peers exchanged a nervous glance as the tension began to rise again. All at once, Izuku didn't care about meddling anymore and any respect he had for his teacher was overshadowed by a sudden sense of betrayal.

"It was just a small detour-,"

Izuku raised his hand and felt the way his palm struck swiftly against the older man's face. It was only a few seconds, but time felt a lot slower for the boy in that moment. Several gasps were heard in the background as everyone watched in horror. The only exception was Bakugou, who was grinning wildly to himself, more than pleased by the influence he had on his classmate.

"Physical assault," Todoroki commented sarcastically, now sitting beside Ochaco, "I wonder where he learned that from."

Ochaco responded to her two-toned classmate with an icy glare only to immediately return her gaze to the scene. She had no words to describe her terror in that moment – she thought for sure that this was going to be the end of him.

Izuku thought shared the same view. He stood in front of Toshinori with the exact same look of pure horror that his classmates had. He could hardly believe what he had just done.

Izuku Midoriya had just slapped All Might. He physically assaulted the former symbol of peace. The same man who believed in him when no one else would. Who stayed by his side during every hospital stay and was a constant source of moral support. Not only that, but he had just slapped a UA teacher. At this rate, he'd be lucky if he wasn't expelled on the spot.

Toshinori looked just as thunderstruck as his student did, absentmindedly rubbing the side of his face where he had hit him. Izuku's eyes burned, and he couldn't bear to stay a moment longer. He immediately fled the scene, leaving behind a flabbergasted group of teenagers and a guilt ridden Toshinori.

Contrary to popular belief, Toshinori Yagi wasn't an idiot. He was able to tell when someone was mad at him and his boy had made his discomfort clear weeks in advance. In hindsight, he should have seen this coming. He had pushed back and ignored his student's feelings in favour of his own comfort for too long and was now paying the price for it.

He stood dumbly at the entrance, bento box still in hand as his students stared at him with the same look of bewilderment that he was bearing. His cheek still stung lightly from the hit but it was a far cry from the damage that Izuku was capable of. Even at the peak of his anger, he held back.

The gaunt man sighed and put the bento box away, dropping the bag onto the floor before going to track down his successor. Fortunately, he hadn't gotten far. He managed to catch up just down the first hallway in front of the elevator.

"Izuku, I think we should talk," he began before being immediately cut off by the boy.

"About what?" he snapped, flipping his head around and revealing his tearstained face, "About how you're fucking around with my mom and didn't think to tell me anything about it?"

Toshinori swallowed hard. Of course, it was about that. He knew it from the moment he walked into the room. The topic was unavoidable at this point. It was because of that that he couldn't even be mad. Perhaps he deserved having some sense slapped into him for ignoring his concerns for so long.

"I can assure you that it's not like that-," he was cut off again.

"Then what is it like?" Izuku bit back, facing him head on now, snotty and red from crying, "Tell me it's not true."

The man pressed his lips in a tight line before exhaling sharply, "It's true that me and your mother are seeing each other-,"

"I knew it."

"-but I assure you that it was never my intent to use her in the way that you're implying," he finished.

Izuku didn't look too convinced. Not by the way he clenched his fist as his words, "Then why did you keep it a secret?"

Toshinori opened his mouth to answer but the boy continued speaking regardless, "Were you ashamed of her or something?" he asked, "Was that it?"

He could hardly believe what he was hearing in that moment. More than that, he couldn't believe that his successor thought so lowly of him as to assume that he was capable of such a thing. It was anger, he had to keep reminding himself. That didn't make the words sting any less though.

Izuku gritted his teeth, "You have no idea what she's been through. I won't stand around and watch another man disappoint her again. She doesn't deserve that."

Toshinori bit back his tongue. Of course, it was his father. He hadn't even really considered the impact that his girlfriend's late husband had on them. The woman barely had any pictures of him around the house and mentions of him were scarce and far in between. He understood now - his student's outburst came from a place of fear. He inserted himself into his family without giving the relationship Izuku had with his father a second thought. For that, he was ashamed. How could he have not considered that? Was he really that selfish as to put his own feelings before his successor's?

"Prove to me that you're not going to do that, All Might," he continued, looking at him dead in the eye as the elevator behind him arrived with a chime. The boy stared at him expectedly, but the veteran was completely lost for words. His lack of a response proved to be unsatisfying for young Izuku. His lips gave a slight quiver as he turned his back to him and stepped inside of the elevator.

"Izuku…" he finally managed to choke out, but it was too late at that point.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," Izuku finished, still not daring to look at him as the doors closed between them. Toshinori wanted to call back the elevator and finish talking to him, but a hand stopped him before he could.

"Leave him," Aizawa advised calmly, "He needs to cool off. I'll deal with the Problem Child later."

The blonde looked at his co-worker and briefly wondered how long he had been standing there and exactly how much of that encounter he had witnessed. He was going to ask but in that moment, he had other problems on his mind.

They began heading back down towards the common room when he decided to speak up, "When you say deal with him-,"

"Don't worry, I'm not expelling him," he assured, rolling his eyes, "I can offer some leniency given the…circumstances."

Toshinori sighed in relief. He supposed that he should have expected that much. It wasn't a secret that Aizawa was very fond of his students.

"That doesn't mean he won't face any consequences however," he continued, "He needs to know that it's not acceptable to hit his teachers."

"I think you can cut him some slack," Toshinori said, "The issue was largely private."

"It was still on school grounds," he countered, "I'm thinking a week of cleaning duty."

Toshinori really couldn't argue for a better deal than that. He knew that Aizawa was being extremely generous here.

The students had already returned to their idle chatter when the two arrived back in the common room. Toshinori's return still managed to grab some attention though.

"Toshinori-san!" Uraraka exclaimed. She ran up to the two of them, Tenya Iida followed alongside the petite girl, "Is Deku okay?"

"Midoriya is fine, he just needs some time alone to cool off," Aizawa answered, "I suggest you respect his space for the time being."

Uraraka pursed her lips but ultimately nodded in agreement.

Just then, Toshinori felt a tug on his trouser and he looked down find young Mineta staring up at him hopefully, "So…Mrs. Midoriya, huh? What's that like?"

The ex-pro grimaced at the question and carefully pulled the small boy off his leg, "It's a miracle you're still here, young Mineta."