When Izuku awoke he feared he had gone blind. 'I can't see!' That was only before his logic took over and he reached up to touch his face. He felt cloth and realized he had been blindfolded by some sort of cloth.

How do you feel?

'Considering that I am, in fact, not blind. Pretty well. But the area behind my eyes hurts. Too much pressure.' Izuku wanted nothing more than to take off the blindfold and rub desperately at his eyes to try and relieve the pressure but he knew better than to take the blindfold off.

He could still feel the pain behind his eyes as he activated Erasure. The feeling of his eyes being dried out from the quirk use, the blood rolling down his eyes like tears. All of it. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Izuku has been in pain. He broke three limbs, so he knows what pain is. But when Erasure activated? Forget it. That was pure pain that he never wanted to feel again. The pressure behind his eyes built and built until it felt like there was a fire behind his eyes. At least now it was pretty subdued. The pressure was still there but at least it wasn't as bad.

"Izuku?"

Izuku's head jerked toward the doorway at his father's voice. "Dad?" Izuku whispered.

"I'm here." Shouta put a hand on Izuku's shoulder gently so as not to startle him.

'He's so quiet that I didn't even hear him step up to me.' Izuku realized. It was rather amazing and something he wouldn't even think about if he had his vision. Still, guilt immediately gnawed at Izuku. Izuku turned and blindly reached for his father's hand. They interlocked fingers and Izuku relaxed. "I am so sorry." He whispered and gave his head a shake. "I just lost control- I lost control. Not Cujo."

"It's okay." He felt his father sit next to him on the bed. "I know it was an accident and I know it was you that took my quirk, not Cujo. Hitoshi explained it."

"Oh god…everyone saw…"

"Not exactly. Not everybody saw what went down. Nedzu sensed something bad was going to happen so he cut the feed as soon as you captured me. The only thing that the students saw was the red mist and even still only Hitoshi knows what that means."

Izuku relaxed even more and gave a sigh. "That's good."

"How are your eyes?" Shouta reached up and tugged on the cloth blindfold, but he didn't remove it.

"They hurt. There's a lot of pressure behind them. It's like a constant migraine. I don't know how you do it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I was used to it since I lived with that quirk my whole life, but when it was first taken I felt…well, I won't lie to you, kid, I felt relief. Like that constant headache was finally gone and even now I'm actually seeing better… but you know and I know it can't stay that way."

"Yeah. I know."

"I just have to know. Why'd you take it in the first place?"

"I just… I just had a thought. I thought 'I wonder what it's like to have Erasure.' next thing I know All for One activated and I couldn't stop it. I didn't want Erasure, I promise."

"I know." Shouta patted Izuku's hand. "I think I figured out what happened and I think I figured Cujo out a little more as well. Izuku, you have All for One. Not Cujo. Cujo is an emitter to help you get stronger if you need it. When you two fused is probably when your quirk is at its strongest."

"..." Izuku stayed quiet and Shouta could see the wheels in Izuku's head turn. He even wondered if Izuku was talking to Cujo about it as seconds continued to tick by in silence. "So, All for One belongs to me- But I come out whenever you need to be stronger, which makes sense. The first time I presented in front of mother was because you- and I- wanted cookies and you needed help to get to them. Now that I think about it… putting aside the times I forced myself in control when we were younger… in recent times whenever I came out was because you needed my help in one way or another, not just with All for One either. I had just assumed All for One was mine- So had I… but what he's saying makes sense. Not just talking about the time I subconsciously took quirks I wanted, like Inko's or Hichan's, but Endeavor. Yes, you may have taken his quirk, but during the whole Sports Festival, I wanted to take his quirk to punish him. You just acted on my desire."

Shouta nodded as he listened in. It was always so interesting whenever Cujo and Izuku just had open conversations with one another. Now it was even more interesting as Izuku's eyes were covered meaning, technically, Shouta shouldn't know who was talking, but he knew. There was always a tonal difference between Izuku and Cujo. Shouta let them talk about this for a few more seconds. Then the talking turned into fast-paced mutters. (Seriously, both of them mutter?!) and Shouta did what he does best. He reached over, put all five fingers on top of Izuku's head, and turned his head so he was facing Shouta.

Izuku blushed. "Sorry."

"Alright, I'm sure you and Cujo want to talk about it more, but I need to know. have the quirk suppressants worn off yet. Are you able to return my quirk back to me and take back Object attraction?"

"...I'm on quirk suppressants?!" Izuku gasped almost sounding indignant and Shouta just couldn't figure out why.

"Well, yeah, we wanted to make sure you weren't going to hurt yourself with Erasure-"

"-Dad. Do you know how long Medication lasts in the body?" Izuku inquired a little fervently while he clapped his hands just once as if he was proving a point.

"Er-"

"Ten hours is a minimum!"

"Oh. I knew that-"

"-Then why am I still blindfolded!?"

"Pbth…" Shouta could stop himself from giving a smile before laughing and hanging his head. "Whoops. My bad." He continued to chuckle as he heard Izuku aggressively remove his blindfold.

"Unfortunately, this means you won't be getting Erasure back until…" Izuku, now able to see, looked over at the clock on the wall. Though he had to squint against how violent the lights were against his eyes. "Almost nine at night when the medication wears off-" Izuku turned away from his father when the lights were getting too intense for him.

"Alright, keep the blindfold just in case it wears off earlier than expected," Shouta demanded and he noticed that Izuku was squinting rather badly. Then Izuku covered his eyes with his hand. "What's wrong?"

"The lights are a lot brighter," Izuku mumbled and he started to rub his eyes like he was a child trying to wake up. "It's either the pressure from the quirk, or it's an actual migraine because of the quirk. I don't know." He grumbled.

"Hang on…" Shouta quickly went through his pockets. "Here." He found what he was looking for, a pair of sunglasses and put them on Izuku's face. "Better?"

Izuku opened his eyes fully and relaxed. "Much-"

'When…has dad ever worn sunglasses?' Izuku pondered and he noted the shape and frames of the glasses. "Are…" He touched the frames and then looked at his father in confusion. "Are these Uncle Cockatoos? Why do you have them?" They were Present Mic's very sunglasses that go with his outfit.

His father chuckled. "Well, Jiro and Koda won against him by triggering his Entomophobia, despite the fact that they didn't even know he had it, needless to say, he's on his…third shower and all of his clothes are currently being disinfected as we speak. I just stuck these in my pocket and didn't think much about it."

"Oh. That makes sense."

'That was close…' Shouta thought as he turned away from his son. Truthfully, he had those glasses in his pocket for over a week now; after he and Hizashi had a late night with one another.

Well, the two of them might have had a longer conversation when suddenly the doors to Recovery Girl's office opened up and they turned to see Hitoshi being wheeled in by a medic bot. "Yo." Hitoshi saluted them with his left hand instead of his right. "We won, but I'm pretty sure All Might broke my arm- or at least my wrist- and a couple of my ribs. I'm not complaining. It could have been worse, to be honest." Hitoshi shrugged it off like it was no big deal as he immediately took the bed next to Izuku.

"Why am I not surprised?" Shouta shook his head. "Toshinori doesn't know the meaning of holding back."

Bakugo came in right behind Recovery Girl, also being carted by a bot. He didn't look as bad as Hitoshi, whose arm was absolutely broken, but he was looking a little rough. Then came in Momo, who looked the best out of the three. "That's amazing that you guys won! How'd you do it!?" Izuku excitedly ask.

"We couldn't have done it without Momo," Hitoshi stated right off the bat. Momo, who was now sitting on her own bed, blushed.

"It was nothing…" She whispered shyly.

"Don't say that, I'm being for real. You're a genius, I never would have thought of an electricized net or a copy of dad's scarf that contracts when heated up!" Hitoshi told her quickly.

"Tch." Bakugo huffed but didn't say anything, though it was clear he wanted to.

Momo smiled sweetly.

"Hand." Recovery Girl demanded and Hitoshi gave her his right hand first. "I just got to X-ray it to see what I'm dealing with. Then I'll remove the glass." She lead Hitoshi off of the bed and walked him to the other side of the infirmary where her X-ray machine was.

"A copy of my scarf that contracts when heated? I'm invested." Shouta walked up to Momo.

Momo quickly bowed. "Forgive me for using your design without permission. It was just seeing Aizawa H use it that gave me the idea. I realize he's your son-"

"It's fine. How'd you come up with it? That's all I want to know."

"Oh…well, I was unsure of what your own scarf was made of-" As she spoke she gently touched the loose end of Shouta's scarf between her fingers to inspect it. "I knew it had to be some sort of alloy and I learned of nitonyl alloy: a type of metal that will return to its previous form, or coil up when heated." She let go of Shouta's scarf quickly and twiddled her thumbs nervously. "I won't lie…I was worried it would fail because of All Might's strength, but…Hitoshi- sorry- Aizawa H knew exactly where to tighten the scarf to bring All Might down and of course, Bakugo did a good job-"

"-Whatever…" Bakugo grumbled. "Oi, grandma! Can you just heal me already?!" He bellowed to Recovery Girl, who was still X-raying Hitoshi's arm.

"You shush!" Recovery Girl scolded. "I'll get to you when I'm done with Hitoshi." Bakugo's eyes turned white with rage and impatience and this was noted by Recovery Girl. Her own eyes narrowed and she turned back to Hitoshi as she finished up the X-ray. "You know, you're lucky I'm even considering healing you. That poor girl there-" She pointed at Momo. "-Did not deserve to be smacked for simply asking you to be a team player. You need to work on your attitude if you want to make it far in the hero world, you know. You won't be number one just on strength and quirk alone."

"You smacked Yaoyorozu?!" Izuku snarled at Bakugo.

"Don't worry, I got him back for that- ow!" Hitoshi hissed as Recovery Girl started to yank glass pieces out of his hand.

"Oh yes, I saw what you did. Bakugo isn't the only one who needs to work on his temper." Recovery Girl scolded Hitoshi. "You get your temper from your father, no offense Shouta, of course. But, we all see the punch you gave Bakugo."

"So-" The air dropped as Shouta crossed his arms in disappointment. "-Not one but two of you felt the need to hit a fellow classmate?" He hissed darkly as an aura surrounded him.

"I wouldn't have punched him if he didn't hit Momo! She did nothing."

"It doesn't matter. Hitoshi what did I tell you when you were constantly fighting in middle school because someone was picking on Izuku?" Hitoshi pouted like a child being scolded for something they already knew. He then turned away from his father.

If Shouta had his quirk, his eyes would be glowing, but he settled on just narrowing them at his son's stubborn silence. "Hitoshi."

There was a sigh of defeat and Hitoshi mumbled his response.

"I didn't hear that."

Another deep sigh from inside Hitoshi's soul. "Just because I know I can beat someone in a fight to protect another person, doesn't make it right…"

"And?"

Now looking like a kicked puppy, Hitoshi finished the sentence. "Two wrongs don't make a right."

"Good. Detention for both of you during the last week of school until summer break." Shouta told both Hitoshi and Bakugo.

Then Bakugo said something that made everyone look at him like he lost his damn mind. "Wow, actually punished him. I never thought I'd see that."

Even Cujo was stunned into silence by the brazenness of Bakugo.

"Excuse me?" Shouta demanded with a hiss.

"Bakugo, you can't talk to a teacher like that." Momo scolded, sounding more akin to Iida at this moment than herself.

Bakugo shot a glare at Izuku and then at his teacher. "Well, if I can be completely honest. I find you biased. He erased Deku's memories-"

"Bakugo!" Izuku snarled but Yaoyorozu shook her head.

"I already know." She told Izuku.

"-And you're still letting him in the hero course, not only that you still let him around Deku!"

"We live together!" Izuku jumped in. "What am I supposed to do?! Be homeless?!"

"Izuku! Let me handle this." Shouta scolded and Izuku crossed his arms. He then sat next to Momo.

"My children- scratch that- my family and how I deem fit to punish them for their actions are absolutely none of your concern Bakugo. Hitoshi has been punished for what he's done in the past. It doesn't involve heroics nor does it involve the class-"

"But it does!" Bakugo shot up. "What he did was straight-up villainous! It was abusive and controlling! And I'm not the only one who thinks that!"

"Do not call my son a villain," Shouta demanded. "You weren't there, you weren't the one in his shoes when it happened. Was it bad and horrible of him? Yes. I know it was bad. I know it's abuse. What Hitoshi did was an abuse of his quirk and of Izuku's and my trust, do you know who else knows this? Hitoshi. He knows what he did was wrong. He's being punished and he's getting therapy for his trauma."

"..." Bakugo growled before standing up abruptly. "I should have figured you wouldn't understand and this is what I mean when I say you're biased. So, I'll try this again: I don't feel comfortable with him in class as I don't want to be near an abuser!"

Shouta didn't waiver as he and Bakugo stared one another down. "Well then. I guess we'll see about transferring you to 1-B after the summer camp. I have to say, I'm disappointed."

Bakugo looked hurt for a moment then his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. "Fine!" He spat and he turned his heel. "Just know this- I'm not the only one who sees him as a villain! All Might does too! He seems to be the only one who will listen to me! And you know what…" Bakugo looked back at them and glared directly at Izuku. "...He might not be the only one who'll agree with me."

"Don't you fucking dare-!" Izuku hopped off the bed and rushed after Bakugo but he was too slow and Bakugo rushed down the hallway using his explosions to propel himself at a fast rate. "-Bakugo Katsuki!" He shrieked and before he knew it he was chasing after Bakugo, because of the quirk surpressants Izuku didn't have his speed and so he could only pray he'd make it in time for damage control- His shoulder was checked and Izuku saw a black blur give chase to Bakugo. His father's fury was palpable and Izuku continued to run after Bakugo, now to stop his

father from potentially losing his job.

Other me, can you let me take over? I have an idea.

'I don't know, Cujo. I'm on surpressants. You might not be able to come out fully.'

Try. Please.


Shouta was too slow. By the time he managed to burst through the room, he knew, the damage was done. The shocked and concerned looks of his students told him everything. They looked at him with hurt and, yeah, that didn't feel too great. "Bakugo, report to Nedzu's office." Shouta demanded between tightly clenched teeth. Bakugo growled and his shoulders tensed up.

"Mr. Aizawa…" Iida took a cautious step forward. "Is what Bakugo told us true? Is Aizawa H the reason behind Aizawa I's faulty memory? Has he really been abusing his quirk in such a manner?"

"That is none of your concern." Shouta tried to control his face so he wasn't snarling at Iida. However, he knew that he might as well just be an admission and his students took at as one. Several students looked horrified, while most, if not all, looked furious. However only two students looked betrayed by this. Denki and Shoto.

"Still want to defend his actions, Denki?" Mina asked and Denki just glared at her from over his shoulder.

"I- There has to be a reason!" Denki yelled.

"There was. Me. I'm the reason."

"-Izuku- Cujo. You don't have to get involved. You don't owe them anything." Shouta told his son as Cujo came walking into the room.

"It's fine. I want them to know." Cujo explained and he stood next to Shouta. Cujo crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the class intensely. Cujo sighed and pulled his hair tie out of Izuku's pocket. He then wrapped it around his wrist before he spoke to the class. "I mentioned this to you all. I lost the trust of someone important to me because of my past. Well, that person was Toshichan…" Cujo snapped the scrunchie against his skin. "You see, he wasn't lying when he told you all about the place he was forced to stay in when he was a child-" Cujo paused, snapped the scrunchie again, and then breathed out. "Let me put it this way. Izuku was the only one wanted by the villains. I will not divulge any more on that. Just know that out of the three of us, Izuku was loved. Toshichan was not and neither was I."

Ojiro took a step forward. "So what-"

"I'm not done!" Cujo snarled at the blonde in such a tone that it caused the room to drop in temperature; it also caused Ojiro to step back in shock. Another snap of the scrunchie and Cujo was smiling. It was a shaky smile full of nerves and anxiety. "Yeah… feel that fear? That's not even a smidge of what Toshichan felt. You see, because I wasn't loved the way the other me was I felt that I should make that everybody's problem. Especially Toshichan. When I say I lost his trust, I don't mean I tattled on him. I mean I abused him." Cujo finally admited.

"I would bite, kick and punch him every chance I got. I once even tried to drown him. I am not joking. He was drawing the other me a bath and I forced myself in control and held him under the water. We were both five." Cujo stared at everyone. His red eyes glowing with intensity as he relived this particular memory. "And I didn't do it 'just to scare him.' if other me hadn't have regained control I would have killed him. I did this because I hated Izuku. I wanted Izuku to hurt the way I was hurting. It's a miracle Toshichan loves Izuku at all with how I treated him. And that's not even all I did to him. I did horrible things to him because I was jealous of my otherself. I made his life hell. He found an out. He learned that making other me forget about me causes me to be…erm…supressed for lack of a better word. So, every time I showed signs of resurfacing he did what he had to to protect, not just himself, but his family. He never did it to abuse my otherself, he only ever did it to keep me locked away."

There was a heavy silence in the air.

"And you know what? I deserved it." Cujo continued. "Kacchan-" Bakugo visibly tensed and looked like he was grinding his teeth. "-Yes, Toshichan abused Izuku's trust, but in the end he did the right thing. Because…I'll be honest with all of you. If I saw an opportunity to get that villain that kidnapped us to just look at me the way he looks at Izuku I would have jumped on it. You see, the day they finally escaped. Their eighth attempt, I nearly emerged because I realized what was happening. If Hitoshi hadn't had wiped Izuku's memory clean, and thus suppressed me, I would have turned them both into the villain for an ounce of praise. They would not be here. I'm willing to bet…at the very least, Toshichan would be dead because guess what? He, at the age of five, attacked a villain- the villain with the exact same quirk as Izuku and I, our father- to ensure his escape." Cujo threw his arms open as he now raised his voice. "Be upset at Toshichan for what he did to Izuku, but we both agree it was for the best!" Both Izuku and Cujo yelled at the very end as they merged for just a moment before becoming separate again.

"If I may?" Izuku butted in, but allowed Cujo to remain in control. "Have at it.-Let me be perfectly clear about one thing. Hitoshi lost my trust once I realized what he was doing. He is not getting away with this unpunished. Despite what some of you may think. Not only is he getting more therapy for his trauma but he has to live with the knowledge that he knows I will never be able to completely trust him- or forgive him- for what he's done. The first time was understandable…the times after that were not…"

"Not only that, but this is a family matter, and forgive me if I didn't make his punishment public for your entertainment, but what happens behind our closed doors is none of your business unless we want you to know personally." Shouta spoke firmly and clearly to all of his students. "And I will not apologize if his punishment doesn't deem 'fit' to you. If it truly makes you that uncomfortable then tell me and you'll be moved to 1-B when school starts up after vacation-"

"No…"

"Toshichan- Hichan-"

"Hitoshi, go back to Recovery Girl!" Shouta turned to his son in alarm. Hitoshi walked into the observation room with All Might, still in his bulked up form, right behind him. Hitoshi's arm looked better, at least it was clear he had mobility in it again as he waved his father off.

"No. Let me speak. This is about me and my choices. Please…"

Shouta sucked in a breath, held it, and then nodded. "The floor is yours."

Hitoshi turned to his classmates and was unwavering, his shoulders were back and his eyes cold. "The thing is…Bakugo, for once, I agree with you. After some deep reflection… you're right. I didn't erase Zuchan's memories because I was 'protecting the family.' I did it because I was scared. After the first memory wipe, I should have just come clean to Dad and explained everything. Instead I tried to bury everything as deep as I could and pray it never came to light. I knew Izuku's dad was the villain that kidnapped us. I knew about Cujo. and most importantly…I knew about Bakugo. I didn't know Zuchan's last name at the time, but I knew of the Bakugo's."

The class just looked at one another, nobody knowing what exactly to say. It was all a lot to take in. The class all were just stunned.

"When we were kidnapped by that villain, Cujo was right, Izuku was loved. We, Cujo and I, were not. I was Izuku's 'right hand' but…and I'm sorry to say this Zuchan, I was a glorified child slave to you. I did everything for you because it's what your father wanted. I never left your side because I wasn't allowed. I knew everything about you, you told me everything. Bakugo was one of those things. I had every opportunity to come clean growing up. I could have told you guys so many things! But I didn't because I was a scared child! I didn't because I didn't want to same thing to happen to my parents to happen again. I didn't because I didn't want Cujo to come back and hurt me again. And-" Hitoshi's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Izuku. "I didn't want to share you. Because despite everything I still saw you as my brother." He grabbed Cujo/Izuku's hands. "I'm so sorry… I was so selfish… which is why…" He turned to look at his father now. "I want to withdrawal from the hero course-"

"No!" Both Cujo and Izuku cried in alarm.

"You can't!" Denki looked ready to run up, but All Might stuck his arm out and shook his head sternly.

"No." Shouta put his hands on Hitoshi's shoulders. "I'm refusing your request."

Hitoshi shook his head. "I'm refusing your refusal! Bakugo's right. I was villainous. I don't deserve a spot in the course. Even All Might called me a villain during our fight."

All Might, who had been quiet up until this point, shook his head. "Young Hitoshi, you got it wrong. I wasn't calling you a villain during that fight because I saw you as such. I was doing it to gauge a reaction out of you. I just wanted you to be sloppy in your attacks and I thought that was the best way to do it. I apologize for any emotional confusion." All Might explained.

Hitoshi's face turned red before he shook his head. "No!" He choked up. "I doesn't matter, my mind is made up. I can't continue-"

"If you leave, I'm leaving." Izuku snarled while it appears he completely pushed Cujo out of his way to speak as his hair started to return to normal. "Us against the world, remember!? It was always meant to be the two of us together!" Izuku got up and grabbed Hitoshi by his collar, he then pulled his brother down so they were face to face.

"...I'll leave…" Denki's voice was soft at first, like he wasn't sure, then he tensed up and yelled louder while his whole body seem to bristle in anger. An anger Shouta has never seen before. "I'll leave!" He threatened now in full force. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, asshole!"

"I don't need an excuse to piss my father off. If the Aizawas leave, I'm gone." Shoto snapped from where he was standing.

"I cannot speak for my owner, but I will refuse to come out if both Cujo and Hitoshi are gone!" Dark Shadow threated as she came out from Tokoyami's side.

Now it was Hitoshi's turn to look completely stunned from where he stood as he looked at all willing to walk with him. "I don't understand… I just-" He grabbed on to his chest and doubled over. "I don't understand!" He wheezed as sobs wracked his entire body. He covered his mouth, but the damage had been done. He was crying. Silent tears snaked from his eyes and down his cheeks.

This-

I have never seen Toshichan cry… at least…not because of something I did.

'I-…' The last time Izuku heard Hitoshi cry was when he requested space from his brother…but Izuku has only heard his brothers cries. He's never once witnessed Hitoshi cry. Hitoshi fell to his knees and his chest was spasming as he tried to his hardest to suppress his crying.

Izuku slowly got down on his own knees. He placed both hands on his knees as he watched his brother with an almost child-like wonderness. 'Hasn't he been punished enough?' And, for the first time since their big blow out, Izuku reached his hands out and pulled his brother into a hug. Hitoshi's suppressed sobbing came free at that moment.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Hitoshi cried into Izuku's shoulder.

Hitoshi, the boy that had to be strong for the both of them growing up. The boy that risked everything to ensure his and Izuku's safety when he was only five years old. Finally, after eight long years, allowed his hard exterior to crack and crumble as he held on to his brother for deaf-life. Izuku ran his fingers through Hitoshi's hair as he let his brother cry loud weepy sobs on his shoulder.

Izuku and Cujo's merge was sudden. "Toshichan?" They both asked and it made Hitoshi look at them with wet eyes. "We may never trust you again…" They cupped Hitoshi's face in their hands. "But we forgive you."

Me:*starting this chapter* Okay, so in this chapter is just the class finding out. I want some solidarity from Izuku, Denki, and Shoto and maybe even Dark Shadow. Nothing crazy.

Me: *Through my own tears as I finish the chapter* I think that went well…