"Why the fuck are you stupid extras so damn slow!? Just copy the fucking assignment so we can finish this shitty subject!" Bakugou's loud yell interrupted class for the fifth time, and they were only thirty minutes into the period. Izuku withstood the urge to sigh.

"Language, Bakugo," came Aizawa's tired, monotone voice from the front, where he stood behind his table in the middle of explaining the task written on the board.

"Do I look like I fucking care!" the explosive teen barked back. "It's not my fault that these fucking extras are so damn slow! They are all slumping to your shitty level, Deku!"

Izuku winced slightly at the sudden attention from the blonde, who seemed to have an especially angry day.

"Either you stop with the cursing and interruptions of class or you can run a round around the school to blow of some steam. I really don't care, I don't wanna put up with this," Aizawa said in his monotone 'hurry up, I wanna go to sleep' voice.

With a loud huff, Bakugou stomped out of the room.

"Yeah, like that's going to help anything," Uraraka whispered to Izuku, who just gave a nod followed by a shrug.

This wasn't the first time Bakugou was sent out of class for some sort of physical exercise to work off some unnecessary energy. It didn't help much with his anger issues – that was honestly just his personality – but he seemed to enjoy the extra training and for all it was worth the rest of class got some peace and quiet until he would return. Which in this case could easily be around fifteen minutes, considering that the four main school buildings were quite big.

"As I was saying," their teacher continued while tiredly rubbing a hand across his face, "you will complete this assignment in groups of three."

After he had finished explaining the written task, he stepped into his sleeping back and closed the sippers until only his face was still visible. "Use the next five minutes to find your groups and decide on a topic." With that his face vanished and the class erupted into chaos.

"Hey, Deku-kun, do you wanna be in a group with me?" Uraraka smiled at Izuku and he beamed back. "Sure! We can ask Iida if he wants to join us."

Iida agreed. "I would be honoured to complete this assignment with you," he said while waving his arms mechanically.

"Great! Now what topic do we want to do?" Izuku asked. "Personally, I think All Might's time in America is a great example for the use of support gear in the past twenty years. He had so much back then, like..."

His friends just smiled as he started to ramble, knowing their topic had already been decided.

When the five minutes were almost over, the students started to move back to their seats. However, before Iida could go to wake Aizawa a knock sounded from the door. Their teacher removed himself from his sleeping bag and scrambled over to the door. Outside stood principal Nezu and the class immediately started whispering among themselves, only to be silenced by one icy stare from Aizawa.

Nezu quietly explained something to their teacher before whishing the class a productive rest-day and leaving.

Aizawa stood straight and turned towards the class, his eyes finding Izuku. "Problem child."

The boy swallowed, nervously looking his teacher in the eye. Was he in trouble? Did he do something wrong? He couldn't remember anything from the past days. His thoughts spiralled, but he was still completely unprepared for what Aizawa said next.

"You have been excused from class. Your father is here to pick you up."

Izuku's mind came to a stretching halt.

"What...?"

His fath- Hisashi was here?...at UA? Why?, was all Izuku could think. What was he doing back after 11 years of radio-silence – at his school on top of that. He...he didn't want to see the man.

Aizawa either didn't pick up on his distress or choose to ignore it, as he went to elaborate.

"Principal Nezu informed me that he was here to take you on a family activity. He hasn't been home in a while, overseas apparently?"

Izuku just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His throat was closing up more with every second.

He was afraid to face the man who had helped create him again. He couldn't even call him his father anymore. He had left them when Izuku was only five, right after he had been diagnosed quirkless. He still remembered his words: 'You're useless, Izuku. You're a failure and a disappointment for a son.'

And frankly, Izuku thought it was for the best he left. His mother and he had been better off alone than having to put up with the bullshit Hisashi had thrown at them. So why was he back?

"Midoriya!" His teacher's voice snapped him out of the upcoming panic. His gaze seemed annoyed, though he also looked a tad worried. "You can go now. You're excused for the rest of the day."

Taking a second to get his breathing under control, Izuku nodded slowly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't trust himself to speak so he just stood up in silence. His vision was blurry.

"Deku-kun?" Uraraka's hesitant voice stopped him before he could take more than one step. "Are you okay? You seem tense."

Izuku swallowed before giving her a smile that was meant to be reassuring, but he himself knew looked fake. "Yeah. I'm fine," he managed to say around the knot in his throat.

He walked to the door like in a trance. After he had closed it behind him, he leant against the wall to steady his wobbly legs.

Okay. Maybe he could do this. There was a possibility Hisashi had changed over all this time, wasn't there? Maybe he was actually sorry for all the insults (and sometimes hits) he had thrown at him back then, all the times he had told him he was worthless.

Izuku wasn't convinced by his own reasoning, but it helped him calm down enough for him to not feel like he would break down any second, anymore.

I can do this, he reassured himself as he began walking. Besides, it would seem strange if he would refuse to see his father and he wasn't exactly keen on his classmates finding out about his fucked up family.

Somehow the walk to the UA entrance felt longer and shorter than ever before at the same time. Way to soon did Izuku spot the tall figure that he had only vague memories of, standing next to a black car. The sight of the man nearly had him stumbling.

When the boy stopped a few steps away from him, Hisashi greeted him with a very big, and very obviously fake, smile. "Hi, Izuku. It has been way to long. You've grown so much."

Before the teen could react, his father had pulled him into a hug. Izuku immediately stiffened, his breathing picking up, because physical touch from this man only ever meant pain.

After a few agonizing seconds, the other finally let go of him. Though, he kept a firm hand on his shoulder. The green haired boy looked at the ground to avert Hisashi's gaze.

"Why are you here?" he mumbled.

The man let out a very false laugh. "Can't I just visit my family?"

Izuku starred at him in disbelieve. Did he really mean that? "You left us for eleven years," he hissed, some of the hate he felt for this man slipping into his voice.

For a second Hisashi's mask slipped and an angry scowl went over his face before it was quickly replaced by a smile again. This sickeningly wrong smile.

"I'm sorry I left for so long. But I regret it and I've come back to make it up to you. Maybe we can just start over? I saw you on the sports festival and that quirk you manifested – a little late, but whatever - it's very powerful. With the right training it can be molded into something great. I can help you get that training."

Izuku took a step back with a scowl on his face and a mixture of anger and dread pooling in his stomach. Of course this was not about his family or the guy missing them. He just saw that his son had a powerful quirk now and wanted to use that to his advantage. But the greenette didn't want to talk about his quirk with his father.

The teen looked off to the side as he quietly asked: "Where is mom? The teachers told me this was supposed to be some sort of family thing."

"Oh, I thought we could start alone. Go to a nice cafe to catch up, just the two of us. We can pick up your mother later."

Izuku's breath caught in his throat. He didn't want to go anywhere alone with this man. He couldn't remember to much about his father, but he did remember that he was worse whenever they were alone.

He shook his head and took another step back.

Hisashi scowled again, impatience coating his voice as he opened the car door and said: "Get in there. We don't have all day."

Izuku took another scared step back, his heartbeat picking up. He remembered that impatience and it never ended well. "I...I don't want to." He swallowed thickly. "I think...I think I'll just stay here."

"Are you talking back to me, brat?" Hisashi growled, completely losing the fake friendliness he had been portraying and raising his voice to the point where he was almost yelling. "Do as I say and get in the damn car!"

He stomped towards him when his son didn't react and Izuku flinched, awaiting a hit like so many times before when he was young.

However, before Hisashi's raised fist could connect with his face there was a whoosh and an angry yell followed by an explosion.

Get the hell away from him, you bastard!"

When Bakugou returned to the classroom, there was a satisfying sting in his lungs from running all the way without a break. He had gotten the chance to use the adrenaline that so often floated his system for something useful and train while he was at it, and he felt a lot better now that he had blown of some steam.

He opened the door and stomped towards his seat. The class was quietly working on something while their teacher seemed to be asleep on his desk. Before Bakugou could sit down, however, his gaze fell on Deku's empty desk behind his.

"Hey, where's the stupid nerd?" he asked loudly, a little to loud maybe, but who cared.

"He was picked up by his father. Now sit down," Aizawa said without opening his eyes.

Bakugou froze in the movement. Hisashi was back?

That abusive piece of shit was back and dared to come to UA of all places?!

An incredible rage pulses through Bakugou's veins. He still remembered the days when they were young and Deku would come to him crying, with bruises and small burns. When he had to comfort his best friend on especially bad days, because he was afraid to go home. It had almost been a blessing when the man had disappeared.

Like hell would he let Hisashi touch his son ever again!

"When did Deku leave?" Bakugou's voice was dangerously quiet. The quiet before a storm. The unusual change in volume caught the attention of everyone, more so than if he'd have yelled.

"Roughly five minutes ago," Uraraka answered with a scowl working its way on her face. Something seemed to be working in her head. "He did seem a little pale, now that I think about it."

The explosive boy didn't even wait for her to finish. He stormed through the room and crashed the door open. Five minutes. Five minutes was enough time for Hisashi to hurt Deku again.

"Katsuki Bakugou, you can't just leave unexcused in the middle of class. Come back!" He ignored Aizawa's call and run through the halls as fast as he could. If he was quick enough, maybe he could still prevent the worst.

As soon as he was outside the building, the blond boy used his explosions to speed up his steps. He tried to push down his worry (how dare the damn nerd make him feel such a weak emotion) and concentrate on his burning hatred instead.

When he got close to the UA gates, he spotted the familiar greenette and a slender, bigger figure towering over him. Bakugou released an even bigger explosion to fasten his movement when he saw Hisashi raise a hand, ready to strike down at his son.

A sense of déjà-vu hit Bakugou. He had slept over at the Midoriya's the night Hisashi had finally snapped and walked out on them forever. The image of little Izuku cowering in front of his father back then and now overlapped, as the same fist came down on the boy. And Bakugou's vison went red.

Not again! He would never let that happen again. He would protect Izuku!

"Get the hell away from him, you bastard!"

With a scream he catapulted himself between the two and slammed the man's arm out of the way before it could connect with the greenette.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hisashi hissed angrily, but Bakugou just growled back at him.

His own fist connected with Hisashi's jaw and the man scrambled back with a noise of pain. A satisfying sound. Bakugou's hands popped threateningly and he aimed an explosion at the fucker's head, when suddenly, he was dragged back by Aizawa's capture scarf. The man must have followed him when he stormed out of the classroom.

In some distance the rest of the class was coming towards them as well, with an upset Iida trying to hold them back. ("Aizawa-sensei told us to stay in the classroom!")

With an angry cry the blonde fought against the restraints and tried to lung at that piece of garbage again. But his teacher had a tight grip on him.

The blonde expected some sort of reprimand for his 'aggressive' and 'inappropriate' behaviour, but instead Aizawa glared at Hisashi. "Care to explain why you were about to hit Midoriya?"

Bakugou stopped trashing in surprise and to his bewilderment the teacher let go of him. Hisashi on the other hand seemed to have lost it completely.

"You little shit ruined everything," he hissed and Bakugou saw him draw in a breath.

The man was about to use his quirk. And he was looking at Izuku. He was aiming his fire breath at his son.

The explosive boy immediately jumped in front of the other to protect him from the incoming blast...that never came.

Aizawa's eyes glowed red as he stared at Hisashi, erasing his quirk. Bakugou considered that opportunity to get another hit on the bastard, but he was distracted by a strangled gasp behind him.

Izuku was staring at his father with eyes wide in fear. His breathing was sloppy and Bakugou recognised the signs of the incoming panic attack.

He left Aizawa to deal with Hisashi and wrapped the greenette in a gentle hug. When the boy broke into sobs and clung to him like he was his lifeline, Bakugou slowly guided them to the ground. He held Izuku close and let him burry his face in his chest while he glared up at Aizawa, who was watching the scene with a dumbstruck expression.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?! Get that fucking bastard away from here or Izuku will never calm down."

The class gasped. They had never heard him use Izuku's real name before. Aizawa's face on the other hand shifted into an expression like he was to tired to try and understand anything anymore. "I'm not getting paid enough for this," he mumbled as he dragged Hisashi away to throw him out of the school.

The class continued to openly gawk at them and Bakugou wished they would fucking leave as well and give them some damn privacy. But it was whatever. He had more pressing issues.

The blonde shifted his attention back to Izuku, who was still trembling and hiccupping into his shirt. It wasn't a full blown panic attack yet, but pretty close. He started rubbing comforting circles on the greenette's back and soothing him with whispered words. Their classmates seemed to be not believing their eyes.

"It's okay, Zuku. He's gone now. I'll never let him hurt you ever again." The use of his old nickname finally managed to calm Izuku down. He looked up at him and smiled a wobbly smile, though he still didn't let go of him.

"Thanks, Kacchan," he sniffled.

"Don't worry about it, nerd," the blonde looked away and tried to push down the stupid warm feeling in his chest.

"Lets go to you dorm room and look through some fucking All Might magazines, or whatever." Just like back in the old days.
Izuku nodded with a slightly more lively look in his eyes and Bakugou helped him up, one hand still lightly on his arm in a supportive and slightly protective gesture.

"Quit starring, stupid extras," he snapped at their classmates, who were still watching them with open mouths like they couldn't believe what they had just seen. He was pretty sure he had just heard one of them say, "What just happened?" Bakugou didn't raise his voice as much as usual, though, as not to startle his friend(?) again.

Were they friends again? Had they been since their fight that one night? Or had they never stopped being friends – at some level - all together? Izuku and he seemed to have had differing opinions on the matter.

Whatever, for now he would make sure the shitty nerd was okay. Even if that meant gushing about All Might merch to distract him. (Something he would never admit he had missed.)