TW: this chapter will have an analysis about society, mental health disorders, references about Japan's current society, self-hate, guilt, bullying, abuse, ostracizing, internalized ableism and indifference, as well as survivor's guilt and remorse, so please, if this might make someone feel uncomfortable, don't read this and take care of your mental health.

Also, I don't mean to offend anyone while posting this, and should someone feel sad or uncomfortable, tell me so I can censor or change a part of the story for a less triggering one. This chapter will also have reference to real life disorders (like eating disorders, ostracism and how bullying affects its victims), as well as referencing groups of people who have been abused in real life, but I mean no disrespect nor offense to any of them; I swear upon my life.

Katsuki Bakugou was feeling a lot of things in this moment…

Relief, since he finally confessed his sins, some anger, since he would be leaving Yuuei for at least a year and a half… And regret, for it took him a decade to realize everything he had done to his old friend.

"Mister Bakugou, are you ready?" Asked Nedzu in a neutral tone.

"Yes, I'm fully ready and already said my goodbyes." Answered Katsuki, wanting to end this as soon as possible… How could someone live with guilt like this?

It was always locked inside of his heart, but he always ignored it… Until that option wasn't available anymore for him…

His former teachers, most of his former classmates, and of course himself, all contributed in draining the hopes of a single person, considering him the bearer of all sins in their class as well.

It was like an ancient legend he read about a few years ago… About a being called Angra Mainyu. Or well, technically an individual who was treated like it, but it was the closest thing to the real deal.

There used to be a young boy living in ancient Persia, in a small village, and one day, all of its members decided that he was the only source of evil in the world, so everyone else would've been good by nature because of that.

And so, they hurt him in ways so horrible that the original expedition team collapsed in tears while translating various papyruses… He was captured, beaten up, had his body been carved with many malicious words, forced almost every imaginable sin on him, slowly tearing his heart out, and eventually blaming him for every single act of evil in the planet, having to bear an insane hell until he finally succumbed of old age. That way, no matter what they did, the people in his village could justify it saying that it was his fault, that he made them do that, and that they weren't to blame at all, so they were free to do what they wanted with little to no consequences at all.

In various environments (elementary, middle and high schools, colleges and universities, workplaces and even in families or social groups), sometimes there are people who fit this archetype, being modernly known as "Scapegoats".

Sometimes, a person whom doesn't fit the standard norm for socializing, maybe by not having developed social skills, or because they were different, as in the pre-quirk era it was mostly because of religious beliefs, race, culture, hobbies, neurodiversity or being in the LGBT community, but after many reforms were made by the United Nations to ensure none of them were hurt again, punishing their abusers with a sentence of fifteen years in jail with no chance of parole at minimum (as well as registering as abusers in general for further punishment), the most common type of discrimination became based on their quirk status, be it "useless", "villainous", "mutant" or "quirkless".

Those scapegoats became the most hated people in their class, bearing everyone's hatred or indifference, their efforts trying to change or improve their situation were pretty much useless, as sometimes teachers would believe the majority (for example, one victim against more than ten abusers), resulting in invalidating the victim's feelings, or making them feel that they were to blame, or that they did something to deserve all of that hatred…

As long as they existed, probably no one else would hate each other (though it wasn't like that in some situations), and they would use them to unleash their anger/frustration, so they wouldn't do so on anyone else, allowing them to make genuine connections in the classroom.

In a similar way, there are people known as the "Helpers", which are those whom almost everyone in the class goes when they need support or favors, such as:

1. Lending pens and/or pencils.

2. Sharing their lunch.

3. Lending money.

4. Lending homework.

5. Asking for help to learn something.

6. Having them listen to their troubles and give advice.

And so on.

In a similar way to the scapegoat, many people would only ask support to the helper, so that would free them to connect with other people without the need to ask for those things… The downside is that the helper would probably never be seen as something more than that, always eternal classmates/acquaintances instead of being able to become friends with others.

Which meant that usually the scapegoat and helper would join forces to survive in their environments, in case that they were different people, as sometimes a single person held both titles at the same time…

Katsuki knew that Izuku was the Scapegoat, and Bloated Cheeks, Fire Hands and Shine Head were the Helpers, which explained why he got support from them, instead of the rest of their class.

The moment Izuku didn't fit the norm anymore, it was like he betrayed everyone else, despite that wasn't his intention, but it was how society itself understood that change in his status.

"Having deep thoughts, Mister Bakugou?" Asked Nedzu in a kind tone. "Perhaps we could both talk in the way to Hercules's School, so let me fetch my car."

The small mammal pressed a button, and a flying car slowly descended from the sky, a white mini-van with two bumps in its roof as ears.

It was the Nedzu-Mobile.

"Let's do this." Said Katsuki as he opened the hind door to pack everything he would need, before looking towards his family and friends one last time, and giving them a peace signal with his fingers, similar to the one that classic pre-quirk anime character named Son Goku did, being the last gesture, he could give before at least a month…

"Computer, please set up the autopilot towards Hercules Redemption School, in a safe speed, if you don't mind." Said Nedzu as he used a voice command, causing the mini-van to go at 60 km/h, which meant they would arrive in at least forty-five minutes, giving a lot of time for teacher and student to talk as necessary. "So, what do you have in mind?"

"Could you please look up the school of two old friends of mine?" Asked Katsuki in a neutral tone. "Their names are Gorou Araraki and Daiki Enomoto, and they're bein' bullied by someone apparently even worse than me… I abandoned them, but after all of this… I won't let them suffer anymore, I won't fail anyone else, ever again."

"So, he does have a heroic spirit hidden within him…" Said Nedzu in his mind before speaking to Katsuki. "I promise that I will do my best to save your friends, as well as raze that school to the ground… The same fate waits for Aldera and the school of Tooru Hagakure."

Suddenly, three principals felt the worst shiver of their entire lives.

One thought they had already repaired the air conditioner…

Bah, perhaps it was nothing, so they moved on.

"Principal…" Said Katsuki as he started to lose some of his former calmness. "How do they live with it?"

"What do you mean, Mister Bakugou?" Asked Nedzu.

"How can my former classmates live with their actions?" Answered Katsuki as he recalled some memories from his research. "How can some people live with their mistakes, how can they laugh, smile or cry knowin' what they've done to others?"

How can I live with what I've done?

It was the unspoken question Katsuki said as well.

"Honestly, that answer depends." Said Nedzu as he prepared an answer.

Some people would realize their mistakes days, weeks, months, years or even decades after they happened, and by that time it would be too late to change them or even apologize… In other cases, people would simply not care about them, so they would move on a bit easier. And finally, in other cases, people would never realize that their actions were wrong, perhaps considering them something "normal" or "usual", so they wouldn't have a reason to apologize at all.

"You realized your mistakes, a bit late, but you did, which means you can start changing and improving as a person, Mister Katsuki." Said Nedzu in a solemn tone. "The damage done, those words which were spoken, and those actions which caused pain and despair will always be there… But you can prevent others from following your path and help abuse victims heal, which will slowly, but surely tilt your scales back into equilibrium."

"Thanks for the answer, Principal." Said Katsuki before asking something else. "In that place, did those people made mistakes as bad as mine?"

"Some did mistakes not as worse as yours, others a bit worse, and others to a similar degree." Answered Nedzu. "You will find some students from Hero and Support courses, as well as Business and General Education, but I'm sure there are many others who are under our radar for now."

After thanking his teacher, Katsuki started to think about that speech… Deep inside, he already knew the truth, that his actions would always be there, the mistakes he made would never disappear at all… He would have to bear the knowledge of hurting Izuku, as well as others, for the rest of his days.

His question was… Was he doing all of this just to seek redemption and have his consciousness in peace, or was he doing so because he truly wanted to improve other people's lives?

Or maybe a bit of both?

Up until a few days ago, he always thought he was the most important person in his life, his parents being in the second place, and his squad held the third place, but beyond that, he hardly cared/thought about others.

He really had to improve in that sense… Otherwise he could relapse to his old mindset so, he had to be careful.

As he lost himself in a swirl of thoughts/emotions, he eventually arrived in the school with Nedzu, whom helped him unpack and guided him through the place.

It was far smaller than Yuuei, as its size was almost the same as Aldera's, but the infrastructure was far better, so whatever budget they were using was distributed quite well.

There was a building focused on classes, but it wasn't that big, as there were only up to sixty students in the school at the same time, and they were distributed in four classes of fifteen people each. One for General Education students (which mostly included students from common High Schools, as its curriculum was given to everyone in the school), another for Business Course students, the next for Support Course students, and the final one for Heroic Course students.

There also were some dorms like those of Yuuei, whose rooms had a bed, a dresser for their clothes, and a bathroom, so they would have everything for their education, since they had their own Laptops or Classic Computers, as well as their equipment.

He would share the next year and a half with fourteen other Hero Course students, people whom like him wanted to work in the legendary job, but their pasts were uncovered one way or another so, they would pay their just desserts as well.

Classes would begin next Monday so, he had three days to fully accustom to his new room and maybe get to know his classmates… What kind of sins would they carry with their shoulders?

"I have to leave for now, Mister Bakugou." Said Nedzu in a kinder tone. "Here's your room so, feel free to unpack and relax, for your mission will begin as early as Monday, as such, please take care of yourself, okay? You already did better than so many abusers in the planet..."

After he saw the mammalian ex-principal leave, Katsuki started to unpack everything as a way to pass time, slowly putting his clothes in his dresser, as well as his laptop, some weights, a Nintendo 3DS Retro Console (they were released again in 2.050, and became a staple since, but each one as powerful as the Nintendo Switch from 2.021, sometimes even stronger), and a single figure of All Might.

His idol.

The man he once wanted to be like.

The man he made lose his power, just to be saved.

The man he betrayed by hurting the closest thing he had as a son for eleven years…

"Hey, are ya the newbie?" Said a feminine voice in a kind tone, breaking him away from his self-depreciating thoughts. "Well, I've been here for two days but, you're now the next newbie, isn't that, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose it is." Said Katsuki as he was surprised by her attitude. "I'm Katsuki Bakugou, former Yuuei student, and you are?"

"I'm Hanabi Ichikawa, former Shiketsu High student and bully in rehabilitation…" Said Hanabi in a sadder tone as she remembered the reason she was here. "Know someone from Ketsubutsu who arrived a day before me so, would you like to know him? Perhaps we could all become friends, even though I don't feel I deserve it, isn't that, right?"

Nodding, they both went to the living room, only to find a guy reading some books, maybe trying to relax as much as he could in this situation, as their titles gave Katsuki a good headstart:

"How to apologize to someone?"

"How to move on from the Past?"

"How to live with regrets and mistakes?"

"Ichikawa-san." Said the stoic like boy with glasses. "I see you brought someone new with you; interesting."

"Katsuki Bakugou." Said Katsuki as he introduced to his new classmate. "Former Yuuei student and abuser…"

"I'm Yozora Mukai, and since Ichikawa-san probably told you, I'm a former Ketsubutsu student and I'm here for doing the same thing you both did…" Answered Yozora in a somewhat sad tone. "What is your quirk? Mine is creating a dark mist for camouflage and stealth."

"I can create fireworks!" Said Hanabi as she recovered some of her cheerful personality. "Which is funny, because my name means that too, isn't that, right?"

It kinda fitted their looks and personalities, as Hanabi had long orange hair tied in pigtails, as well as a tanned skin tone, as well as a somewhat cheery self, while Yozora had dark blue short, spiky hair, and a bluish skin tone, which he needed to hide his presence as soon as possible, as well as being calmer and stoic.

"I can create explosions using my sweat." Said Katsuki as he made a small demonstration.

"So… Why are you two here? What happened? You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." Asked Hanabi in genuine curiosity, wanting to change the conversation's topic.

"You both will probably hate me if I tell you the truth." Said Katsuki in a solemn tone. "Are you both sure you want to know everythin'?"

They both nodded.

So Katsuki started speaking.

About how he had a childhood friend, they promised to become heroes together, but he got his quirk and his friend didn't, so he slowly began to increase his cruelty towards him, starting with insults before adding physical abuse, bullying him for at least ten years, including an instance of suicide-baiting, all because he either didn't understand his old friend and didn't want him to be hurt (a small percentage of it), or that he truly enjoyed having power over him, and he didn't realize his mistakes until that friend tried to kill himself after being blamed of something he never did, and it took all of that, plus being beaten up and doing research to finally understand everything. And not only towards that friend, as he also abandoned two other childhood friends and never really cared about his other classmates nor other people except his parents.

"We're… More similar than you think, Bakugou-san." Said Yozora in a neutral tone. "I also bullied people from my former class, but in a different way that yours…"

Flashback

Unlike Katsuki's more violent approach, Yozora used the power of intimidation and silent treatment to obtain control and prestige towards others… If he hated someone, that person was going to be ostracized by others, unless they want to share the same fate, so no one wanted to face an entire classroom's wrath.

There was a guy, someone who ended up being an outcast, just because Yozora didn't like some traits he had, so he declared him "unworthy", and everyone else ignored him for months. There weren't any insults, nor beatings, nor pranks nor anything… Just coldness.

He had to do group projects on his own.

He had to eat by his own.

If he didn't know how to do something, he had to figure it out by his own.

In the graduation day, no one approached him, no one signed his notebook, he left his middle school with nothing but indifference and perhaps a few moments of kindness given by his teachers…

For one moment, Yozora thought he perhaps went too far in his crusade… But eventually he moved on, as he had to pursue a heroic career, and who knows, his intimidation skills would be great for an underground hero.

A few months later, he was called by his school's principal, having gotten the message that his former victim ended up having a mental breakdown, as he couldn't fully recover from the ostracism he endured, and his high school friends (the first ones he made in a long, long time), encouraged him to open up, and when they found out, he knew the meaning of true, genuine fear.

He remembered how that guy and girl glared at him when they faced him.

He remembered how his old classmate's parents collapsed after they found out why their son ended up jumpy, ill and more withdrawn, despite their efforts to do something.

He remembered how his own parents just… Looked at him with so much disappointment and sadness, almost as if they raised a monster…

He remembered the heart shattering guilt of finding out he caused systematical destruction of his old classmate's mental health, alongside some others he met in the past to a lesser degree…

"Ketsubutsu High School isn't the place for abusers like you, Yozora-kun." Said his school's principal in a disappointed tone. "Either you join Hercules's Redemption School for two years as a sentence, or you will be taken to court to be judged for your crimes; it's your choice."

Yozora accepted, words easily flowing out of his mouth, which caused a strong reaction from his old victim's new friends.

"You are only doing this because you want to be safe." Said the male friend in an angry tone, almost ready to beat the crap out of him. "If our friend didn't say anything you would've gotten scot-free!"

"Stop, Kaworu." Said the female friend in a neutral tone. "He will pay for his mistakes, but please don't get in trouble, what matters most is our friend's safety and that justice will be delivered for him."

"Guess you're right, Hinako." Said Kaworu as he calmed down a bit, before glaring back at Yozora. "Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy isolating our friend because of something he didn't even know? What was it, in that case?"

"I think you owe us that information…" Said Hinako as her tone became colder. "What did he do to deserve your hatred?"

And Yozora confessed that he reminded him of a former childhood friend who acted in a similar way, being introverted and "kind", how he trusted him with all his heart, only to be betrayed and tossed away like trash, so anytime he met someone similar he hated them as he remembered that ancient betrayal… He never wanted to feel helpless nor weak again, so he became cold and calculating to protect his heart from any possible threat, even if it didn't make sense…

After that, he only remembered leaving towards his house with his parents, thinking how he became just like his former friend, and somehow managed to be far, far worse than he ever was with him.

For that day, Yozora Mukai lost everything… The only friend he made in Ketsubutsu said he couldn't consider a former bully an ally, and since he never truly connected with others… Loneliness was a part of his punishment for the sins he commited.

End of Flashblack

"And that's what I did…" Said Yozora as he bowed his head in shame…

"So, how about you, Ichikawa-san?" Asked Katsuki. "Why are you here?"

The once cheerful girl's demeanor became stoic and sullen, almost as she didn't want to remember the reason of her punishment… But she had to say the truth, as it was her idea in the first place.

"I've always been insecure about my appearance…" Murmured Hanabi in a sad tone. "So, when I saw someone whom I thought was prettier than me, I would demean them so I could feel better about myself."

Back in her middle school, there was a classmate whom Hanabi was jealous about, so she started to slowly tear her self-esteem apart, not caring about the consequences for a long, long time.

She would call her "fat", "pig", "arrogant", "dumb" and so on, she would throw her food away in lunchtime, push her around in the halls, spread lies and rumors behind her back, sometimes she would go as far as throwing various types of food in her desk, daring her to "eat them", as well as influencing other students to treat her the same way.

And her treatment slowly worked, as her victim slowly started to lose more and more weight, though it was not very noticeable at first, after six months of bullying she was a lot thinner and more emancipated than she used to be, despite she was technically average before anything else happened.

There was a voice in the back of Hanabi's mind, telling her she went too far, that her quest for feeling better wasn't worth hurting someone else… But her jealousy overpowered her morals, so she turned into a blind-eye, justifying it, the same way she did to a lesser degree towards others in the past.

After graduation, as much as it shamed her to remember… She completely forgot about her victim, it was like she never existed in the first place, and she happily enjoyed her time at Shiketsu's Hero Course, right until she experienced the same thing Yozora did, her past being revealed and consequences being delivered.

Flashback

"You're the one who made my daughter almost starve herself to death…" Growled her victim's mother as Hanabi looked away from her, finally understanding how it felt to be at the mercy of someone far stronger than you. "How could you do that?!"

"I…" Murmured Hanabi, knowing that nothing could justify treating someone like trash just because of self-esteem issues… "I…"

"Do you realize how horrible your actions were?" Said Natsuki, a friend of her former victim, in an angry tone. "If you feel bad about yourself then try to work on it by your own, but no decent person is going to destroy someone else to feel better about themselves, like that makes it okay!"

Even Ms. Joke, the most cheerful and kind teacher in all Shiketsu, was completely serious when looking towards Hanabi, disappointment coming towards her in huge, powerful waves.

"Your actions won't go unpunished, Ichikawa-san." Said Ms. Joke in an angry tone as she handed some documents to Shiketsu's principal. "Do tell me, do you truly feel regret for what you've done, or you only care about saving your own skin and/or reputation?"

"I…" Murmured Hanabi once more, as she knew the truth inside of her.

She barely cared about her actions in middle school, and if no one talked about it to them again, she would've moved on completely.

It didn't help that at home her family always criticized her weight and appearance, and as they found out, they silently cried, thinking their ways influenced Hanabi's worldview to project her issues into someone else, at least to feel peace for short time periods.

It wasn't an excuse, of course… She could've found another way to deal with that, instead of taking her rage onto an innocent person.

"Honestly… I didn't remember what I did until I was called here, sensei." Said Hanabi, finally confessing her sins. "When you keep doing something for months or years, and no one tells you you're wrong, you only see that as a distant memory, rather than something to be remembered."

After that, she received her punishment.

If she wanted to be a hero, then she needed to understand how to act like one in the first place, so she was sent to Hercules's Redemption School to pay for her crimes and make up for them, as otherwise she would've been taken to court to be judged for what she did.

When her Shiketsu friends found out… They disinherited her by realizing how messed up she used to be.

"If you thought some of us were better than you, would you tear us apart instead of help us grow and heal?" Asked a friend of hers in a somewhat sad tone.

"I wouldn't…" Said Hanabi as her heart was breaking. "I wouldn't…"

"But you did." Said her now ex-friend in an angrier tone. "Please, don't talk to us again."

In just a day, Hanabi Ichikawa lost everything.

And she deserved it.

End of Flashback.

Katsuki was shocked when he finished listening to both stories… And realized that despite everything he did, he still had at least two friends at minimum (because there was a possibility that Mina wouldn't forgive him as she could change her mind, and if it happened, he would accept it), as he couldn't count some people he knew as friends.

He lost the right to call himself Denki's friend when he turned his back on him.

He lost the right to call himself the friend of many Class 1-A's members as he used to consider them "extras", rather than people.

He lost the right to call himself a friend of Gorou and Daiki, as he completely ghosted them after graduation, and left them to rot by being tortured by someone perhaps worse than Hanabi, Yozora and himself…

He lost the right to call himself Izuku's friend a long, long time ago, perhaps when they were seven, the day he first used physical violence against him…

Why was he still lucky?

Why did he still have some people believing in him, despite bearing some horrible sins behind his back?

"Ya understand now, Bakugou-san?" Asked Hanabi in a broken tone. "We're all monsters here, one way or another, who knows, some of the others here probably did something even worse, isn't that, right?"

It was… It truly was…

"We have to accept the possibility that we will never recover many things, and to live knowing that we held so much power towards someone else's soul, and instead of leaving it be, we tried to crush it by justifying our actions one way or another." Said Yozora as he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly. "And the worst part is… Had our victims never spoken about this, had the truth never been revealed, we would've eventually graduated as heroes, kept our old worldview and fully forgotten about the ones we hurt, as an easy justification would've been the people we saved, as they balanced the scales back into our favor. Again, self-serving."

"Guess it's only fair." Said Katsuki as he finally managed to speak. "We will work with the police to find other people like us to guide them into a better path, or punish them if they keep hurtin' others despite everythin'… Those tasks will be hard, and extremely difficult, but it's the first step into making up for our mistakes, and who knows, maybe we could stop other Hanabis, Yozoras and Katsukis to mess things up like we did…"

"But…" Said Hanabi in a confused tone. "If we're doing this, how do we know this isn't a self-serving action? That all of our work will be to clean our consciousness, rather than heal those who were hurt… Isn't that, right?"

"It maybe is." Said Yozora as support. "Deep inside, we all are somewhat selfish and self-centered, ranging from the minimum, which comes off as healthy self-esteem and self-love, to the point where people just care about themselves, and they are unable to develop empathy for others."

And that was their problem.

They always had far too much self-love to consider their actions could be wrong, or they could've consequences…

But now… Talking to people who did similar mistakes to themselves, sharing those experiences and supporting each other to help other people heal, it might be a good start towards a better future.

"However." Said Katsuki. "While readin' the introductive pamphlet, I found out that if our victims don't want to see us even after everythin' we've done, it's okay, if they don't want to forgive us, nor be near us ever again, and we need to accept that."

As much as it hurts… Forgiveness is a double-edged sword.

Just like we're not obligated to forgive someone if they hurt us, even while their regret is genuine, others aren't obligated to forgive us, even if we're truly sorry… As some words, once spoken, and some deeds, once done, they cannot be taken back, no matter how much effort someone is willing to spend make up for it.

After that, Hanabi Ichikawa, Yozora Mukai and Katsuki Bakugou… Were finally ready to make amends.

They spent years protecting themselves from any perceived danger, and their desires to be powerful overrode any sense of justice they used to have; until now.

"Let's fix this, okay?" Said Hanabi as she partially smiled, though sadness could still be seen behind it. "This is our new beginning, so, we can do something right for once in our lives. No more bullying, no more hurting others… Isn't that, right?"

"Yeah." Said Yozora as he made a peace signal. "Maybe that's why we're here, to finally break this abusive cycle in some people's lives, as they could be far better than the three of us…"

"Izuku…" Said Katsuki in his thoughts, remembering so many good times he shared with his friend, memories he had since buried deep in his heart to justify his irrational hatred. "If we ever meet again, I will be the person you thought I could be, this time; for real."

They were going to make things right, no matter what happened.

Post-Credits Scene.

David Shield was looking towards Class 1-A's video footage for the last three weeks, ever since the whole traitor thing happened, alongside his daughter Melissa, and both couldn't believe the actions they were being witness upon…

The same class who was so close, so supportive of each other during the I-Island incident, became so guarded and detached towards Izuku and his supporters, as Eraserhead's words and actions were more than enough to destroy whatever trust they had towards them.

Watching things from ghosting, glaring, having rumors spread behind their backs, screaming, being jumpy all the time, avoiding them at all costs, not speaking anything at all for a long time, teachers not doing anything to stop it… It must've been a living hell.

But they were glad Nedzu showed them around, and as soon as they returned from visiting Izuku and Toshinori, watching that footage was top priority.

"Dad, what can we do?" Asked Melissa in a worried tone. "From what I've heard they're truly regretful of what they've done, and they were traumatized from previous experiences with no therapy at all… But they caused a lot of damage, and if Detective Tsukauchi hadn't cleared things up maybe they would've justified that."

"My logical self is telling me to punish them by expulsion or at the very least having them fail this year…" Murmured David as he drank some apple juice. "But… I'm no saint at all, I actually committed a crime just to save Toshinori, and sometimes we all need a second chance to improve ourselves and move on… Which gave me this idea."

In an Excel spreadsheet, there were three columns, each one having different colours (ranging from Red, to Orange and finally Yellow), and they would decide various punishments for Class 1-A and some teachers, depending on how responsible they were for everything (without counting those who were already punished).

Yellow: Yuuga Aoyama, Tsuyu Asui, Rikidou Satou, Mashirao Ojirou, Present Mic, Cementoss, Lunch Rush, Thirteen and Ectoplasm.

Those would be punished by having to attend therapy to deal with their feelings, as well as writing apology letters once Izuku recovered enough.

Orange: Fumikage Tokoyami, Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Minoru Mineta, Midnight and Snipe.

In addition to the previous punishment, they would have to go either to detention (in the student's case), or to teaching improvement classes (for both teachers), for at least six months, hoping that time would help them reflect more about their feelings.

Red: Shoto Todoroki, Mezo Shouji, Momo Yaoyorozu and Mina Ashido.

Aside from doing the same punishments from the former groups, their detention period would last an entire year, and they would lose their Provisional Hero Licenses, but they could take the exam to earn it again once their punishment is finished.

"This is perfect, Dad." Said Melissa as she yawned a bit. "How about we go to the dorms to sleep? Tomorrow we will finish everything and deliver the punishments."

"You're right daughter." Said David as he patted her head a bit before activating the bed equipped to the principal's room (Nedzu was really creative in that sense), while giving Melissa her keys for her own room, which was a floor below the principal's room. "Take care and have a good night, tomorrow we will ensure justice is delivered."

For it would be, no matter what happened.

Hello, the author here!

We are at the middle of the story, and Katsuki's arc is finally finished (at least the main part).

Here are the next chapters summaries:

Chapter 10: Kuurasu 1-A no Omoi

Chapter 11: Future Ochaco: Origin

Chapter 12: Omake II

Also, if you want to read good stories, I would like to recommend both AnikaSukino and MadNimrod's stories in ArchiveofOurOwn, as they're both really good authors and kind hearted people so, please support them! :D