"Don't you think you're going a bit early?" Surprised, I jolt up at the groan from my father turning to see his sleepy state leaning against the doorframe, furrowing his brow at me. I curse internally, having hoped for him to have an extra hour or two before his shift.

"What happened to early bird gets the worm?" Jokingly, I smirk trying to lighten the mood noting my father's furrowed brow, noting the concern in his worried expression.

"You aren't going to say bye to Hikaru?" Surprised, my father arches a brow at me.

"Just make sure he eats something." Tiredly, I sigh turning to leave.

"What happened?" He questions me frowning sternly.

"What do you mean?" Innocently, I glance to the side.

"You're never this aloof I mean not with Hikaru at the least. Sayako what's going on? Please, you can tell me." Tentatively, my father pleads to me placing his hand on my shoulder squeezing my shoulders making me sigh shaking my head at him.

"If I do you got to promise me you won't freak out." Pleadingly, I beg not really wishing for him to worry or freak out over this.

"Whaaaa? Me freak out when do I do that?" Anxiously, he beams brightly at me making me sigh shaking my head at him.

"Do you want me to give you a list?" Scowling, I lean back against the kitchen counter, arching a brow unimpressed.

"Spill." Sternly, he demands from me making me sigh.

"Hikaru may be getting bullied." I reveal to him.

"WHAT!?" Shocked, my brother reels back in horror, pain laced in his tone making me sigh at his dramatic display.

"And you've most likely woken him up great work dad." Unimpressed, I scowl at the drama king.

"I just…Hikaru? He's a soft soul, he's never hurt anyone why would anyone want to hurt him?" Baffled, my father gapes at the news shaking his head at the news.

"Because he isn't the traditional man need I remind you?" Bitterly, I sneer making him flinch back.

"Sayako…" Gently, my father begins guilty making me sigh.

"Look when I picked him up I saw bruises I'm just saying…" Sighing, I try to calm him down.

"I'll contact the teachers." Firmly, my father declares making me groan.

"Don't waste your time they won't do anything." Annoyed, I deadpan at the fool.

"But…" He begins as I slam my palm down on the counter.

"All they care about are grades you saw what happened with me didn't you?" Coldly, I remind him making him grimace, wincing at the memory.

"All because you were a bit different, they just…" Bitterly, my father seethes shaking his head.

"They thought me to be a hafu and can you blame them?" Tiredly, I sigh pinching the bridge of my blonde, brown strand.

"That still doesn't condone such behavior they did to you nor what they are doing to Hikaru." Furious, my father paces back and forth.

"Dad if you intervene it may get worse, urgh this is why I didn't want to tell you." Sighing, I groan pinching the bridge of my nose dealing with him.

"Then what am I to do? Just stand back and let it all happen again? No. I won't!" Stubbornly, he refuses.

"Dad…I didn't mean that I just…what are you doing?" Exasperated, I demand from him.

"I'm taking Hikaru to school today and having a word with the teachers." Sternly, he tells me.

"It won't work." Deflated, I sigh.

"If that doesn't work then I might as well have a conversation with the parents, the head teacher, the authorities!" Firmly, he answers.

"Riiiight...Dad it will only make things worse." Disappointed, I slump my shoulders.

"I don't care I will do what I must, I will do it again and again and again! I will do it no matter what, no matter how long it takes, no matter how many times it takes! Now you better get going to school, you don't want to be late!" Furious, he answers dedicated making me sigh bowing my head at him.

"Urgh…what have I done?" Groaning, I shake my head sighing tiredly as I head towards the UA school, blinking baffled by the sheer sight of the mob outside swarming interrogating some blue haired guy.

"Tell us what you think of All Might teachings?" Startled, I blink taken aback by the microphone shoved into the face of the blue haired boy.

"I…I…I wanna go home…" The blue haired boy groans his head flat against the wall.

"Huh? Hey I asked you a question." Impatiently, the reporter roars shoving her microphone into his face.

"And he doesn't want to answer it." Firmly, I snap scowling at her, interfering by grabbing her hand with the microphone.

"Huh?" The swarm of vultures turn to me.

"I suggest you leave us alone." Politely, I suggest, glaring at the vultures.

"W-Who are…?" Shakily, the reporter flinches back from my glare.

"None of your god damn business." Fed up, I snap scowling at him.

"The nerve of this…" The reporter begins but I brush them off, grabbing the boy and dragging him inside just as the gate slams shut.

"Hey elf ears come on." I call out to the boy once we're out of the vulture's swarm.

"E-Elf ears? I wanna go home…" Feebly, the boy whimpers.

"Right…whatever. See ya." Lazily, I wave off the weirdo leaving him in the hallway and heading to class, wanting this all to be done with or…so I thought. Instead, I furrow my brow at the sheer sight of the familiar blue haired BDSM matrix waiting patiently by the door for me making me stop in my steps, feeling nothing but dread for what is about to occur.

"Hello!" Chirpily, she greets me strutting over.

"Nope." Instantly, I turn on my heel hands up in surrender, not dealing with this, not now, not today.

"I thought I come to check on our little knife wielder." Cheekily, she winks at me making me grimace, dread coursing through my veins.

"I don't see what it has to do with you, it wasn't knife play so…" Slyly, I remark scowling at her.

"Oh hoho, cheeky one aren't you? Youth! So exhilarating!" Proudly, she proclaims as I release a small squeak of shock when she takes out her whip. Next thing I know I fall flat to the ground, feeling the constricting chain like grip of the whip coil around me as I thrash about like a caterpillar.

"What's going on here?" Surprised, I jolt up relieved for once to see my homeroom teacher staring down at us.

"Ah Aizawa hi I thought I'd take our little knife wielder off your hands I'll return her in a bit." Cheekily, she winks welcoming my teacher.

"There is no consent in this get me out of here! This is legally kidnapping!" Barking, I roar at the grown ass woman enjoying this waaay more than needed.

"Take her." Aizawa approves making me gape at the bastard.

"What!? You're my teacher!" I remind him barking at the ass.

"As is she." Smugly, he grins his Cheshire grin at me.

"This is kidnapping do your bloody job!" I shout at the ass.

"I am." Aizawa smirks down at me, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Wait what!? Where's the consent in this!? Let me go! Oi! No! Not the whip! Not the whiippp!" Feebly, I cry out but it falls to deaf ears. I watch Aizawa's fleeting figure enter the classroom, leaving me in the hands of the BDSM pro hero…never would I have thought I would ever say that. Damn you Aizawa…