Shouta walked into the room.

"Look, Aizawa, I-"

He landed a punch hard across Toshinori's face.

"Hizashi told me everything, what the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I'm sorry I tried to get into character for the exam and it got away from me a little."

"You could have killed them!" He shouted.

Toshinori silenced.

"Recovery Girl described everything. You punched Kacchan so hard that he threw up, you damn near broke Izuku's back, you forced both of them to have to overuse their quirks, Hitoshi's arm was shattered from the fall, Kacchan's was a clean break, and then you smashed him into the ground and he fell unconscious…" He growled. "If Hitoshi hadn't have grabbed you with his quirk then who knows what else you might have done."

Shouta paused.

"They're just kids for fuck sake, it was an exam, you were never supposed to go that far with it."

The erasure hero stormed off.

Hitoshi sat quietly in the corner of Recovery Girl's med wing attempting to blend in with the furniture as she lectured All Might. He hadn't failed to notice the additional bruise on the number one's cheek that definitely hadn't been there when he'd left with Kacchan and Zuku.

There was no way Hizashi would have done it; he didn't seem like the type to slug a work colleague which only left Shouta. He couldn't really imagine him doing it either but considering it was his two little brothers that were injured his money was on the latter.

His arm was in a sling due to Recovery Girl's inability to source enough energy in his body. The nightmares had only been getting worse recently meaning the bags under his eyes were heavier than ever. He'd barely been sleeping and on top of that he felt incredibly guilty for keep dragging Hizashi and Shouta out of bed every time he was too much of a baby to deal with it himself.

As much as he was embarrassed to admit it, the nightmares never hung around whenever Hizashi stayed with him. The voice hero had better things to be doing than being stuck with him, like sleeping, in his own bed, with his husband. Hizashi seemed to shut down any attempt at telling him he'd be fine, clearly and correctly knowing he was lying, and so more often than not the two of them would just lie there and talk about… anything really. It reminded him of falling asleep to the sound of his voice on the radio back at the facility and he was sure Hizashi knew that.

Kacchan was still deeply unconscious, Zuku however was awake but clearly in pain as Recovery Girl continued her treatment.

"Thank you, I'm beginning to feel a lot better."

She huffed before walking over to the number one and hitting him with her cane.

"All Might you really don't know how to hold back! If you'd hit these boys any harder they'd have permanent damage. Midoriya's back was horrible, I was barely able to heal it. Hghh, Bakugou probably won't wake up for a while. For now, the two of you should stay here and rest."

"Yes Ma'am, thanks again." Zuku replied.

Hitoshi didn't answer.

The number one coughed.

"You too All Might, come on I'll get you a bed round here."

Even though he knew the pro could probably still hear, Hitoshi was thankful for the distance at least. He had no intention of talking to All Might and it was pretty clear the number one knew that judging by the guilty expression he'd seen on his face as he'd looked over the three of them.

"Toshi?"

His thoughts were interrupted as he turned to Zuku.

"I'm sorry."

Hitoshi furrowed an eyebrow.

"What for?"

"I couldn't help you, in the exam. I saw your eyes; something All Might said triggered you."

'It's time to sleep, boy.'

'What's the matter, pet?'

He took a shaky breath before smiling at his cousin.

"It's fine. I'm fine, I promise."

"I'm sorry Kacchan and I argued the entire time, we… kinda' had an argument about something the other day and never really worked it out. You shouldn't've had to deal with that."

"Hey, we finished, that's all that matters, right?"

Zuku smiled with a nod.

"Right."

Kacchan's unconsciousness lasted for a couple more hours and when he awoke Recovery Girl discharged them from her ward.

A very pissed Shouta and Hizashi took them home that night.

Recovery Girl had prescribed him some sleeping medication in the hope that they might help him get enough rest where she could finally heal his arm.

The idea of being drugged to sleep didn't exactly bring back great memories, but if it meant he would stop being a burden to the two heroes then he'd do it.

School on Monday saw a bunch of people in the class freaking out about the exam and potentially not being allowed to go on the camping trip.

"Once the bell rings you should be in your seats." Shouta stated sternly as he entered the room.

They quickly sat down.

"Morning. Now unfortunately there are a few of you who did not pass your final exams, so when it comes to the training camp in the woods, everyone is going."

"YESSSSSSSS!" The classroom erupted.

Ughh why was everyone so LOUD.

"The good news is that no one bombed the written exam, five failed the practical badly, two teams of course, and then Sero failed as well. Allow me to explain, for the practical battles, the teachers made sure to leave a way for the student's to win."

Are you sure about that?

"Otherwise you never would have stood a chance. We were interested in observing how you each worked together and approached the task at hand." Shouta explained. "The training camp will focus on building your strength. Those who failed need those lessons the most, we were never going to separate you, that was just a logical deception we used."

Kacchan groaned.

"But regardless, failure is still failure. We've prepared extra lessons for the five of you. Frankly they'll be far tougher than what you'd face at Summer school."

The five being Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sato, and Sero; meaning…

He'd passed!

His excitement was short-lived however as Hitoshi somehow found himself forced into going to the mall with them all. Kacchan had managed to worm his way out of it but he hadn't been as lucky.

Seeing Ochaco try and ultimately fail to flirt with Zuku had been… interesting, the gravity hero having ran off shortly after. He was just about to walk over to his cousin when…

"Oh it's someone from UA, nice."

A voice appeared that caused Hitoshi to gag.

"I want an autograph."

Tomura.

An arm wrapped around him.

"Long time no see, pet, I can't believe I just ran into you like this. It makes me think that it might not be a coincidence."

Shigaraki's hand snaked up to his neck, pale fingers wrapping around it.

"No… this feels like it's destiny. And what happened to your arm, that looks painful."

Hitoshi's breathing was harsh and shaking.

"Oh right, from your point of view we haven't seen each other since the attack on UA. Why don't we spend some time catching up?"

Tomura's menacing grin froze him in place.

"Don't make a scene; I'm just a family member who ran into you at the mall. Calm down and wipe that look off your face, I think we should have a conversation, that's all; a friendly chat between old friends. Oh and if you run or fight me in any way, well…" He grinned. "I was going to say I would use my quirk on you but, we both know you already know how that feels. So no, even though I'm pretty sure you wouldn't try anything given how you immediately reverted back to the old pet the second you caught sight of me. Your own pain is nothing to you, so how about there's? I'll kill your cousin over there and everyone else in that so called 'family' you seem to have acquired so maybe you should just be a good boy."

"There are so many people here; this is reckless, even by your standards." He forced out.

"Just look at these sheep, any one of them could use their quirks and start a massacre whenever they wanted, and yet they're all here, smiling think laws and rules will protect them because they assume everyone has their same morals. They're convinced nothing bad could ever happen to them. After you I could kill twenty, thirty, maybe even more before a pro showed up and managed to stop me."

"I get it, let's talk."

Tomura laughed.

"This is nice, a real moment. Let's go grab a seat and get comfortable why don't we?"

He walked them over to a bench and forced Hitoshi down next to him.

"I saw you in the sports festival, pretty villainous stuff you pulled off to back there just to achieve your own selfish goal."

"I'm not-."

"Oh save it… So, what do you know about the hero killer?"

"My friends took him down."

"Yeah well he pisses me off the most."

"Wasn't he one of your guys?"

"Not technically, but the media made it look like he was, and that's what my problem is. It's like suddenly everyone is obsessed with that stupid hero killer. The attack on UA, the one that you helped us carry out, the nomus on Hosu, he upstaged all of it. No one's even giving me a second thought; why is that? Despite what he claims to believe, all he really did was try to get rid of whatever things he didn't like."

Tomura's grip tightened on his throat.

Hitoshi gasped for air, futily struggling against the hold.

"Toshi?"

No!

He saw Zuku's eyes widen as he realised who he was standing in front of, and the significance of what was happening.

"Let go of him." His voice was fearful and lacking strength.

"Everything's fine, just stay back, don't come closer." Hitoshi instructed, desperately hoping his cousin would listen.

Tomura released his grip causing him to cough as air was finally able to fill his lungs once again.

He doubled over, his good arm wrapping around his stomach as he hacked and spluttered.

"Oh you were here with a friend, I didn't know. Sorry about that. You try following me and I'll get angry."

Shigaraki stood up and walked away.

"Bye bye now, pet."

Zuku rushed over and sat beside him. He felt his cousin's arm wrapping around him.

"Toshi!"

"Hold on, Tomura!" He wheezed. "What is All For One after?"

"Who knows really, but here's a little word of advice, pet, be careful, the next time we meet I'll likely have to make good on my threat."

Zuku gasped.

Shigaraki soon went out of sight amongst the large droves of shoppers mulling about.

Zuku called Shouta and Hizashi after the incident and the shopping mall was temporarily closed. The two heroes accompanied him to the station after the police demanding his questioning about the turn of events which took place.

Hizashi had to translate for him thanks to Tomura's hand having caused light damage to his throat.

Convinced that it hadn't been an arranged meeting between him and the League, he was released a few hours later.

'Oh right, from your point of view we haven't seen each other since the attack on UA.'

What did that mean?

"Toshi."

He blinked from his thoughts, looking to Shouta sat in the passenger seat up front.

"What happened today won't happen again, we'll make sure of it."

"I'm fine, honestly." His voice was croaky and barely audible. "He's done worse."

He heard the pro sigh.

"That's not the point."

"Can we just, leave it, please…" He faked a smile that hopefully looked reassuring. "At least for tonight."

Shouta nodded.

"Of course, Hitoshi."