(A/N: Another double update for ya 'cause I can't help myself making these so long. XD Enjoy!)

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"Yes."

Inko let out a sigh of relief when Katsuki agreed to the punishments. Perhaps reluctantly and really only to keep himself in the Hero Course as Izuku had predicted, but he said 'yes' none the less. She was glad that finally the bullying was being addressed. Finally, the teachers cared for her son on the same level of any other student. Well, perhaps they were a little biased being his personal mentors for one thing or another. Be it training, JSL, or analysis. But with the years of neglect, Izuku deserved a bit of spoiling to balance it all out.

The mother was also glad that Katsuki would finally be facing some well-deserved consequences. She hadn't lied to her son that she believed he knew his childhood friend best. At least when it comes to his reactions to being disqualified and served a punishment seemingly out of the blue to the blonde teen. That he needed to be told what he did was wrong. Because no one had said anything before. Sure Mitsuki and Masaru had tried but if neither the school nor Izuku ever said anything was wrong, how would they have known what to fix?

But Inko also knew that words alone would not be enough. Words would be the key to open the door, but it would be actions that allowed one to walk through it. Because Katsuki had always been one for actions over words. But then again, actions wouldn't be enough either. There had to be a balance of both words and actions for this to work. Which hopefully the balance of punishments combined with therapy would be enough to teach him so they could all move forward and try to fix what had been broken.

I still can't believe he told my baby to kill himself, she thought as she eyed the teen she had viewed as a nephew since he was born. She thought she had known him. But apparently, she didn't as she would never have imagined him doing such a thing. It was a sad realization that the boy she knew as Katsuki had grown up to be the stranger Bakugou sitting here today. Perhaps she too would start calling him by that name same as Izuku. It was certainly something she would think about.

"Very well," Nezu said before making a note on a paper on his desk. "Your two-week suspension will begin on Tuesday when school starts up again. You will be retrieved in the morning at the front gate by a teacher who will escort you to where you will be spending the day under teacher supervision. At that time, you will be informed of your new schedule. Understood?"

Again, Katsuki let out another reluctant sounding 'yes'. Mitsuki, while still sitting next to Inko, snapped her attention to her son and gave him a motherly whack on the head for his attitude.

"The hell, Old Hag?!" the teen barked at his mother.

"You better be grateful they're giving you this second chance, brat," Mitsuki said with a scowl to rival her son's. "I honestly don't know where we went wrong with you. But they seem to know what they're doing so hopefully they can straighten you out."

The two blondes continued trading growling banter back and forth paired with their usual rough housing. Inko and Masaru gave no reaction to the bickering between mother and son, long used to such interactions between the two. While the teachers witnessed the unique family dynamic earning quirked brows from the tired and loud ones as well as a slight head tilt from the smart one.

After watching the mother and son a few moments more, Nezu cleared his throat to gain their attention. Once he had it, he said, "We will do our best to help Bakugou-kun out of the situation he has found himself in. He certainly does have quite the temper though that doesn't necessarily mean he is unfit to be here. I agree with Midoriya-kun that there is still potential for him to become a competent Hero."

The blonde teen clicked his tongue at the word 'competent' earning another smack to the back of his head from his mother. The repeated act from Mitsuki prompted Nezu to speak again.

"Forgive me if I'm out of line, Mitsuki-san," the principal added, earning her attention. "But it seems you have quite the temper yourself. Judging by the other's reactions, am I right to assume this kind of interaction between you two is a common occurrence in your family?"

"Yeah, the brat and I argue all the time," Mitsuki replied as she reached out to pinch her son's cheek while he swatted her hand away.

"I see," Nezu said with a hum of contemplation. "Mitsuki-san, is it possible Bakugou-kun's tendency to lash out is a…learned behavior?"

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The question made the blonde mother pause in surprise. She looked to her son who was grumbling beside her. Then to her husband who shared a look of concern with her most likely starting to form the same conclusion she was in her own mind. Mitsuki then turned to Inko next to her who sat there with a contemplating look before her green eyes looked into her friend's red ones with worry. Finally, she looked down in slight horror at her own hand that she had used on her own child in front of Heroes.

Could…could this partially be her fault as well?

Mitsuki had grown up in a family of hotheads. Short tempers had been passed down for generations. It was one of the reasons she had been attracted to Masaru. He was collected and calm. The complete opposite of what she was used to. A moon to her sun. A calm to her storm. A balance. She had hoped that his calmness would help cool down her hot temper in their child. But the passed down short fuse was even shorter in Katsuki which she had attributed to his Explosion Quirk once it manifested.

And so, with the appearance of yet another hothead in the family, Mitsuki had reacted in the same way she had been raised. Rough language and tempered down but still rough handling of the firecracker of a son she had brought into the world. Masaru helped raise him in his own calm way and Katsuki would listen…somewhat. But for Mitsuki, it didn't seem to be enough.

However, upon learning about what Katsuki had done and said to Izuku, could her handling of her own child paired with the incompetence of his past teachers morphed him into what he was today? Could her style of parenting have led her son to copy her tendency to be rough and use that same method on one of the kindest sweetest little kids she had ever met?

Mitsuki couldn't deny that the way she had raised Katsuki had potentially played a part in her son turning out to be a bully. Taking what he had been taught from her about teaching him his lessons with a firm physical hand and harsh words and using that on her nephew in all but blood. While also taking her words, as well as Masaru's and Inko's, of concern for Izuku pursuing such a dangerous profession as fuel to his beliefs that Izuku couldn't become a Hero because he was Quirkless. All this made worse by his teachers and peers praising him for his strong Quirk while joining in his harsh treatment of his ex-childhood friend.

Could she have indirectly hurt Izuku?

The blonde mother didn't know she had started to cry until a calm hand brushed a stray tear away with a soothing thumb. Red eyes refocused to see the comforting brown of her husband's eyes as he crouched in front of her having come to his wife's aid in her distress. A firm friendly grip on her hand made her look down to see a hand that was not her husband's holding her own. She followed the hand up the arm to the sorrowful green eyes of the other mother.

Mitsuki was surprised Inko would even want to touch her after all they had learned. Yes, they had been friends since high school and yes, they had stayed close all these years. But Mitsuki's own son hurt Inko's son. Katsuki had hurt Izuku. And Mitsuki was at fault for that. Not wholly but being even the smallest of reasons as to why her nephew had been treated so badly was the worst. How could Inko, kind sweet Inko, want to have anything to do with her after learning she had an unknowing part in all this.

But she shouldn't be surprised. Inko was kind. Always had been. She saw the best in people and preferred to give them the benefit of the doubt. Not to say she was a push over. Oh no, Inko was fierce when she wanted to be. Case in point when she had yelled at her brat of a son when it was revealed that Katsuki had told Izuku to kill himself. Mitsuki knew what her friend was capable of from past altercations with unsavory characters who the greenette may or may not have punched for getting to handsy and/or mouthy.

So yes, Inko was kind and she was fierce. Traits that Izuku had inherited from her along with his matching green eyes and hair. Though his was darker like his father's. What else he had inherited from Hisashi she wasn't sure as the man kept mostly to himself. More of a loner type but he did dote on his family. Perhaps the reason why Izuku hadn't said anything and tried to deal with all this by himself stemmed from his father's tendency to be alone. Or it could have been a learned behavior from his mistreatment at school.

Either way, Izuku was as kind as his mother and definitely as fierce if his performance during the Sports Festival was anything to go by. Mitsuki had to admit she had her doubts about Izuku because he didn't have a strong Quirk like Katsuki. Not that he couldn't do anything but that she knew it would be difficult without a Quirk. But her nephew had done it and came out on top. She had been wrong and she's never been so happy to admit that. Mitsuki felt like she needed to apologize to Izuku for doubting him and for her part in all this.

Mitsuki took a steadying breath and brought up a hand to pat her husband's on her face while giving a return squeeze to her friend's hand in her own. Masaru searched her eyes to see that she was okay before removing his hand to take her free one in his as he maneuvered to sit beside her. Placing himself between his wife and their son. Inko brushed an affirming thumb across her skin as the blonde mother looked towards the principal.

"You're going to put Katsuki through therapy, right?" Mitsuki asked.

"That is correct, Mitsuki-san," Nezu replied. "Anger management as well."

"I see," the blonde mother said with a nod. "Maybe…maybe I should be put into those too."

The principal eyed the still distraught but calmer woman before answering with a pleased gleam in his eye, "It certainly would not hurt to try. I can have Hound Dog give some recommendations of potential therapists for you if you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that," Mitsuki replied with a sad sniffle but grateful smile.

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Inko sat there a bit surprised that Mitsuki had figured that out in a span of less than a minute. That her temper and treatment of her own son could have influenced his behavior. But then again, Mitsuki had always been a smart one. Determined too. As evident of her ardent pursuit of Masaru for a date until he said yes and then rest was history. They were two sides of a coin yet they complemented each other so well. One cool and one fiery. Both had their own way of viewing life and did their best to work together. Especially with Katsuki even though it turned out not to be enough.

While Mitsuki's style of parenting had influenced her son, Inko didn't hold it against her. It's not like she had known Katsuki would turn out like this. There were multiple reasons and factors as to why he had turned down this path. One that lead to the principal of UA's office. A person of authority who would finally do something about his bullying ways. Something none of the blonde's past teachers had done.

And Mitsuki seems to be open to change as well.

The hothead mother had always been quick to snap at her son but it had never been to a concerning level. After all, both blondes had short tempers so it was no wonder they would butt heads when emotions were high. Masaru had always been there to keep them in check. Inko did her own part but she had never considered her friend's rougher style of mothering would have such an effect either. But Mitsuki seemed willing to accept her mistakes and work to improve them much like Inko had been willing to admit her own faults and apologize to Izuku for doubting him all these years.

Parenting was a constant learning experience with constant trial and error. No one was perfect and the best anyone could do was to learn from their mistakes and try their best to be better in the future. All it takes is taking that first step of admitting there's a problem and working to learn and move past it. As the phrase goes 'live and learn'.

"That is all that I have planned to discuss for this meeting," Nezu piped up. "If there are no other concerns, I believe we may adjourn."

The blonde mother and brunette father nodded while the teen effectively pouted next to them. The Bakugous already were busying themselves and standing up to leave when the greenette mother raised a hesitant hand.

"Yes, Midoriya-san?" the principal asked upon noticing the gesture.

"I, um, have something I'd like to talk about," Inko answered as she lowered her hand. Green eyes glanced at the Bakugous before looking back to the chimera. "In private?"

"Of course," Nezu replied with a nod before turning his attention to his other guests. "Thank you so much for coming to day. I am pleased we were able to come to an understanding and agreement. Hopefully, with this matter being addressed, we can help Bakugou-kun become a fine Hero in the future."

Said teen clicked his tongue and crossed his arms where he stood but said nothing. His behavior seeming to already be ever so slightly cowed by the situation he had found himself in. There was still a long way to go but it was a start. The teen's parents bid their thanks and goodbyes before steering the boy to leave with them. Aizawa left with them to escort them out to the gate and Nezu dismissed Yamada to hold their continued meeting in private.

However, once they were alone and Inko revealed that her concerns were in regards to Todoroki Shouto, the principal insisted to wait to be joined again by the Erasure Hero as he was the boy's homeroom teacher. He made sure to send a message to the tired man requesting his presence again in his office. The wait wasn't long and before they knew it Aizawa had returned and the mammal started the impromptu third meeting of the day.

"What is it that you would like to discuss in regards to Todoroki-kun?" the principal asked as the tired man took his spot behind the chimera's desk again.

"Well, I'm not sure if you are aware, but Izuku is currently holding a sleepover with some friends today," Inko explained, earning a prodding nod to continue. "Shouto is one of them and when he arrived at my home he appeared…injured in some way."

Aizawa perked up where he had previously been leaning casually against the back wall.

"Injured?" the chimera inquired with a tilt of his head as the homeroom teacher stepped forward a few steps.

"Yes, though I don't know to what extent," the mother answered from where she sat, bringing up a worry clenched fist up towards her mouth. "Izuku and I went to greet him when he arrived and he was clearly trying to hide a limp. Though both my son and I noticed anyway."

"Limping, huh?" Aizawa queried, bringing a thoughtful bandaged hand to his chin for a moment. "Do you know from what exactly?"

"No, I don't unfortunately," Inko replied with a shake of her head as she lowered her arm back to her lap. "When asked, he tried to brush it off as nothing but it was obvious that he was hurt in some way. All Shouto said was that he had a 'rough training session' after the Sports Festival. Though I think there was more to it than that."

"What makes you assume there is more, Midoriya-san?" Nezu asked with a tilt of his head.

"It was what Izuku said about it," the mother responded. "That his father, Endeavor, was 'passionate about his training to be a Hero'. Which Shouto added his father has 'high expectations' for him and 'demands only the best' from him. They even shared a look at one point as if Izuku was asking for his permission to even talk about it."

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Shouta watched as the principal clacked away at his computer for a moment to bring up the dual-element-wielding teen's student profile up. He had been privately tutored through his elementary school years to then attended a private school for junior high until being accepted to UA on recommendation from Endeavor. Not the first time a student had been recommended by a family member.

The rest of his records held no major red flags. There were notes of him isolating himself from others in his previous school much like he did at the start of the year. Along with a few marks of being involved in fights though the blame was specifically noted to not be Todoroki's fault. Which could possibly be true if those fights were started as to test the son of Endeavor, the Number Two Hero. Other than that, he had good grades and higher than average marks when it came to his physical education history.

Though there seemed to be a larger number of injuries more than they usually saw in student files. A broken bone here and there as well as reports of hypothermia, frostbite, and burns. The temperature caused ailments were to be expected what with the boy's Quirk allowing him to wield fire and ice. Though the lack of hyperthermia to pair with the burns was odd especially since the opposite had been noted.

Not to mention the obvious scar on the teen's face.

That particular marking caught the homeroom teacher's attention since he first saw his at-the-time future student's profile picture. Shouta did not know what it could be from but scars and such from Quirk related accidents were not uncommon. For example, Kirishima had a small scar over his right eye which he had overheard the teen tell his friends that it was from the first time his Quirk manifested. So, the scar on Todoroki's face could have been a result of his own Quirk. It was on his fire side after all. However…

…what if the scar was not from his Quirk?

Shouta had assumed that the scar had been from Todoroki's own fire, but perhaps he had been wrong. Was there something that he had missed? As a teacher and a Hero, he was trained to pick up on signs of all kinds of bad situations. Assaults, robberies, murder. Those were among many other crimes he was experienced in seeking and stopping in the streets and back alleys of Japan. But there were others he was trained to look out for out in the world as well in his own classroom.

Such as neglect. And abuse.

What was it that Midoriya had said?

'That man is a bastard with what he's done. A flaming pile of trash.'

Shouta remembered it had surprised him when he heard Midoriya of all people talk of a Hero in such disdain. The green one was the ultimate example of the Hero fanboy with his own room brimming with Hero merch. The tired man had seen it himself. For him to call out the Number Two Hero as a bastard, a term even Bakugou had used to describe the man, then there just had to be more to the Todoroki situation.

What was that 'private conversation' you spoke of, Midoriya?

The Erasure Hero shared a glance with Nezu who also seemed to have come to a similar conclusion as himself. Probably even recalling the same comment their mutual student had made of a different talk he had held about Endeavor. One that Bakugou had eavesdropped on and after it did not take any sort of pride of being compared to the Number Two Hero. Someone many could assume the explosive teen would look up to as they both had fire related Quirks and a thirst for being the most powerful. But he wasn't at all.

'You need to rethink why you want to be a Hero, Bakugou. Do you want to be one to help people like All Might? Or do you want to be one to be the best like Endeavor? The choice is up to you.'

From what Midoriya had said, there was apparently two very different sets of motivations between the Number One and Number Two Heroes. A difference Shouta hadn't paid much attention to as his were also different. Preferring the comfort of secrecy and darkness while he worked to protect others. Saving people same as other Heroes like All Might but with none of the glitz and glamour of Day Time Heroes as his husband does.

Hizashi actually used his established media presence to help others in ways Shouta could not. Like with his radio show reaching out to hundreds of thousands of people through the airwaves. It was a difference between them that the tired man respected as there were so many ways to be a Hero. To save people. But what if a Hero's motivation was not to save others? Were they still a Hero?

'You have always been strong and I've always known you would make a great Hero. But you've let your ego take over, Bakugou. You care more about being the best rather than what's most important about being a Hero.'

'Oh, and what's that, shitty nerd?'

'Heroes are meant to save people, Bakugou. Strength helps, sure, but you won't be a true Hero with your head so far up your ass that you don't realize the way you're acting is nowhere near Heroic. Do you know who you remind me of, Bakugou? Endeavor.'

The way the green one had spat out the Number Two Hero's name had been filled with such animosity. With all the other things he had said, Midoriya had seemed to be hinting that Endeavor's goals were not to save people as Heroes are meant to do. But rather to be the best as Bakugou has pushed himself towards apparently all his life. Was it possible the fiery man's ambitions were so all-consuming that it leaked over into his private life? And subsequently onto his own son?

Tired black eyes scanned the principal's computer monitor where archived camera feeds were already pulled up of the waiting rooms and hallways of the Sports Festival arena. As a creature who delivered his justice largely through surveillance means, Nezu had cameras practically everywhere except for the places like the bathrooms and changing rooms.

It was obvious to the Erasure Hero that the chimera was going to try and find that 'private conversation' mentioned with it hopefully having occurred on campus. He knew that Nezu was long used to searching through video surveillance for the evidence he needed. The task of finding this 'talk' would be well taken care of in his skilled paws.

"Thank you for bringing this to our attention," Nezu said with a grateful nod as he turned his attention away from his computer. For now. "We will look into the matter and see if there is need for any concern."

The greenette mother nodded in thanks that they would do something about it. For a long time she had lost faith in the expectation of receiving any help from school authorities. But as her son had told her with each new mentor that he collected, she too was seeing how different UA was from his previous schools. The teachers, the Heroes, cared for her son as much as the other students. If there was something going on with the Todoroki family, she was feeling sure that these Heroes would do all they could to address the situation.

She was about to bid her leave when Shouta spoke up about another matter he was curious about. The wonderings of whatever meeting the green one had to discuss Endeavor reminded him of another meeting that was mentioned during the confrontation.

"One more thing, Midoriya-san," the tired man said making the mother pause in the middle of standing up. "Midoriya had mentioned a Villain attack and that a Hero rescued him. Do you by chance know what he was referring too?"

"Oh. Yes, I do," Inko answered with a nod as she sat back down. "It was about a year ago. Izuku came home smelling like a sewer and was covered with some kind of sludge. It was the same day that the news reported All Might had taken down a Villain in the area."

The principal started to type away on his computer again as she talked to look up the article. Once he did, he turned the monitor for her to see. Shouta moved around the desk as well to see the window housing the article filling up the screen. It featured a picture of the Number One Hero in casual clothes made up of a white t-shirt and green cargo pants holding up two slime filled one-liter bottles of Torrent brand soda along with his signature smile.

"Yes, that's the one," the mother said with another nod. "I had been worried that Izuku could have gotten hurt because it was so close to our home. Turns out I was right because he told me All Might had saved him from the Villain."

She grimaced at the memory of her worry being true before she shook herself out of those thoughts.

"Izuku being Izuku, he didn't seem too worried about being attack," Inko continued with a brief fond look at the thought of her son. "He was more focused on the fact he had met All Might and even got an autograph from him."

"Oh yeah," Shouta spoke up. "I saw that in one of his notebooks. Number 13 if I remember."

The burnt one.

"Yes, he was so excited about it," the mother said a fond smile only for it to transform into a sad one. "Izuku has always wanted to be a Hero and looked up to All Might as his idol. But because he is Quirkless, no one really believed he could. Myself included but I believe he can now after seeing him win the Sports Festival."

She still found herself ashamed for not believing in her son before. But she was almost glad to admit that she had been proven wrong by his actions during the festival.

"At the time, Izuku was the only one who truly believed in himself," Inko confessed, staring sadly down at her lap. "He became stronger with all his self-defense classes. Enough that he didn't come home with bruises and burns anymore."

The greenette's brows furrowed for a moment in concern at that memory. That her baby had been hurt by those who could have been his friends. If only they hadn't seen him for just his Quirkless status. If only she hadn't.

"That being said, he still wanted someone else to acknowledge that his dream to become a Hero was achievable," Inko said, moving her gaze to the principal. "He told me he asked All Might if he could be a Hero. I don't know the details, but all Izuku said was that All Might told him 'no'. That he couldn't be a Hero right after being attacked by a Villain."

"Hmm…" Nezu hummed as scanned the article. "There appears to be no mention of Midoriya-kun in the article in regards to the captured Villain." A few more clacks on the keyboard. "Nor in the official report it seems. It isn't typical for such a detail to be left out."

"What irks me is that from the sound of the kid coming home covered in sludge," Shouta said with a simmering seething tone. "Indicates that not only did All Might clearly not report that Midoriya was involved in the incident, he also apparently failed to render aid and escort to a victim of a crime. Did Midoriya mention anything about going to a hospital or police station?"

"N-no, he didn't," Inko answered, worry growing on her face. The tired man let out an exasperated sigh and a quiet 'idiot' to himself as she continued. "I took him the next day just to make sure there was no infections or other injuries. He had some sludge residue in his lungs but that was cleared up quickly with one of the nurse's Quirks."

"I see," Nezu said, his neutral face portraying none of his inner anger at the failure of the Number One Hero to follow procedure. "I will look into this matter as well. It is unlike All Might to make such an error."

After seeing him teach, I find myself not surprised he did, Shouta mentally snarked to himself.

It seemed they had finally exhausted the number of topics to have covered in their meetings of the day. Certain issues reaching resolution such as his problem children's transfers and the decision of the consequences for his other problem child. Even help for said other problem child's mother. However, new issues have been brought up in regards to yet another problem child. Along with the big blonde buffoon being an idiot as per usual.

Before taking her leave, the mother handed Nezu a few more things to add to her box of evidence. News articles that were of a negative nature to his Quirk status. Well, it would add something to Nezu's fire, he guessed. Once the end of the meeting was called, Shouta escorted Inko to the gate where she again thanked him for taking care of her son before making her way back home.

The tired man went back inside the school to work for a few more hours. The students may get a break after the Sports Festival, but the teachers unfortunately did not. Especially those with a homeroom. There were internship offers to go through and organize after all. Something that wasn't typically a worry for a first-year class even though they attended internships anyway. However, what with the USJ incident and subsequent media coverage, Class 1-A of the Hero Course this year was different.

Finally, it was time to go home and thankfully Shouta did not have patrol that night. Meaning that Hizashi, who was also free from patrol, and himself could return home for a quiet evening. A short car ride later, they made their way up to their shared apartment that was positioned near the top of the building to allow Shouta easy access to the roof for patrols at night. Plus, the view was nice.

Upon entering the apartment, the two were bombarded by their pack of cat bastards. Well two of them anyway as their black shadow cat was nowhere to be seen as per usual. After taking off his shoes, Shouta crouched down to greet the white aloof one of their fur children while Hizashi scooped up the orange cuddly one as he walked down the hall to their bedroom. Once the prissy white floof had her fill of attention from the tired man, he too ventured to their shared room to change out of his Hero costume and into comfier clothes after a long mentally exhausting day.

Plus, I finally get to take these damn bandages off today as long as I keep my promise to Shuuzenji to take it easy tomorrow before school starts again. Annoying but necessary.

By the time he entered their bedroom, the loud one was already in the shower to work out the gobs of hair gel that help up his hair in its cockatoo-esque shape. Which actually didn't take that long to wash out despite the amount. Probably some hair product wizardry that Shouta would never understand since he barely did anything with his hair other than washing it, letting it airdry, and wearing it down mostly or putting it in a bun or ponytail from time to time. Or a braid if Hizashi was in the mood to play with his hair. Something the tired man didn't mind as having his husband mess with his hair felt nice.

Despite it not taking all that long, he knew that Hizashi liked to take his time to allow the hot water to work through his sore muscles. An activity the tired man indulged in as well and so didn't hold it against the blonde as he would probably do the same afterward. Sure, he could join his husband or use the guest shower down the hall, but…eh, he was too lazy. Instead, as he waited for his turn in the bathroom, Shouta opted to remove his capture weapon, place it on the dresser, and then slump onto the bed face first.

Ah…comfy, the tired man thought as he snuggled his scraggly face into the dark comforter.

Honestly, he loved that bed. If he wasn't married to Hizashi, Shouta swore he would have married their bed. Either that or his trusty yellow sleeping bag. Or both. Because other than his husband, there was no one or nothing else that knew him as well as that comfy-as-hell bed and beloved eyesore of a sleeping bag. A sentiment for the former it seemed that their cats shared as they too joined him on the bed though instead of laying on it, they opted to lay on him instead. Trapping him on the soft surface as it was sacrilege to move a cat from where they chose to lay.

Guess this is where I live now.

Resigned to his fate as cat mattress, Shouta used the time to think back over the events of the day. Well, mostly the second half of the day. Between the meetings, the one with the green one and the purple one he had time to reflect on already. The teacher was pleased that he would finally have the problem children in his class. He had already considered them his students since he had offered to train them on the second day of school.

Or was it when I first saw them training in Gym Gamma? Eh. Whatever.

Whenever it was, they were now officially in his homeroom and he would do his very best to help and guide them into the best Heroes they could be. Because they had the potential and the drive to be the Heroes they want to become. Despite being looked down on and pushed down by society, both Midoriya and Shinsou have proven, at least to him, that they have what it takes.

The second half of the morning meeting had really been part one of two with the conclusion being in the afternoon meeting with Bakugou. Shouta hid a smirk into the bed as he thought back to the explosive one begrudgingly agreeing to the punishments that had been set before him. All to remain in the Hero Course as the green one had predicted earlier. Showing that he really did know Bakugou well and what his reactions would be. Meaning that the tired man had to admit he was probably right about what would have happened if they had disqualified the trouble maker. Even though he deserved it, it wouldn't have done anything to teach him a lesson.

But finally, Bakugou would be getting the punishment he deserved. Or at least had enough piled up to satisfy the part of him that wanted to expel the student on the spot. After all, Shouta had expelled others for less. However, he did concede the point that Midoriya made about Hero schools being meant to rehabilitate and reform people who strayed from the path. On top of that, the Erasure Hero too saw the potential for Heroics in Bakugou to an extent despite being socially stunted by his previous teachers.

We'll make a Hero out of you yet, explosive problem child.

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