The silence that washed over them was unnerving, as Izumi stood frozen on the spot. Some people gave her sympathetic looks, others just looked around confused but no one dared move, because they had no idea what to expect from her.

It took almost a whole minute for her mind to start registering what was actually going on around her again and her hands began to shake. Her teeth gritted and she closed her eyes.

She took a breathe to calm herself and…

"AHHHH!" She let out a scream, acting on her feelings over her mind and forming claws. She shot one of the pictures, puncturing through the wall, and turning heel.

She didn't really process what she was actually doing, all she knew was she couldn't stay here a second longer, with those photos mocking her…. Tearing down the image she wanted more than anything to stay up to her friends.

She registered two obstructions in her way, probably classmates but in her haste she could care less whether it was people or objects. They couldn't withstand her barrelling past them, knocking them onto the ground and tearing past. Very barely she realized she was seeing Shoji and Asui looking her with pained looks from the floor they had been thrown onto.

The halls passed by in a blur, as her body moved more on instinct. Unless All Might stepped out now, no one stood a chance of catching her. Soon enough, she felt the wind on her skin, making the tears starting to fall from her eyes sting.

Looking around, she realized that she had ended up on the roof, and swallowed as she let out a frustrated shout, punching the air as if there was a thug attempting to fight her.

Punch, kick, dodge, sweep the feet, stick to the ground and knock out the invisible thug with a punch to the face. She growled, still angry and swivelled around, round house kicking another imaginary thug and throwing another to the ground.

Without any of her attacks actually connecting to anything though, it did very little to help her let out her anger as much as just probably make her look like an idiot.

After a few more minutes of wildly swinging at the sky, she ended up just falling onto her ass and clutching her legs to her chest. It wasn't so much the reveal of Izuku that had upset her, she didn't have any shame for her past.

It was the fact she didn't know what it would do, how it would affect her new friendships and how people perceived her. She finally had escaped being the freak of the school, coming to U.A and now, that could come all crashing back without her even having a chance to see It coming.

There was no going back, she couldn't un-show them. She sighed sadly as she traced her finger across the ground. She could only hope for the best and prepare for the worst now.

Still, she so was not prepared to find out what everyone thought just yet. For the briefest moment she considered donning her Prototype persona and swinging away but just as quickly banished the idea.

There was no way they wouldn't put two and two together if she did that. She thought, just for a moment she could be a normal kid…. "I'm such an idiot…."

"I don't think so, Izumi. Ribbit." A voice spoke up and she turned to see Asui standing at the doorway with a sympathetic look, and a bruise forming over her eye that caused Midoriya to wince. She made her way over slowly, giving Izumi a moment to sit up straighter and try to rub away the few tears that had fallen against her will. "Amazing seems more accurate."

"Yeah, amazing. Amazing that I can so quickly fall apart because of few stupid photos!" She hissed. She immediately faltered as Asui flinched back from her reaction, and sighed. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. You have every right to be angry. Ribbit." The frog girl shrugged, placing a hand on her shoulder. "None of us will think of you any differently though. I am certain of that much."

"How? How can you be certain?" Izumi asked, looking at her. It was nice knowing Asui at least was still on her side but there was no way she could know what everyone was thinking already.

"Because if we did, I'm pretty sure Uraraka would genuinely murder us. Ribbit." The dark green haired teen revealed, and the shapeshifter tilted her head confused. "You didn't see her when she finally registered what happened. She looked ready to kill anyone who even opened their mouth, and Iida had to stop her interrogating everyone. Ribbit."

Despite herself, Izumi chuckled at the image and the corners of Asui's mouth lifted slightly.

"And I know it's not much, but if anyone does say anything I'll hit them with my tongue. Ribbit." Asui threatened, completely seriously. Her gaze then softened as she turned back to the door. "I'll go now if you want, and let you return on your own. We're all worried but if you need time…-"

"No wait!" Izumi grabbed the girls hand, before blushing and letting go. "Sorry, just uh…. Would you mind just… staying with me for a few moments?"

The frog girl nodded, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she croaked quietly. Midoriya leaned into it a bit. Along with her full biological control she could affect her own temperature but it would never compare to the warmth of an actual embrace.

"Hey, Izumi? Ribbit."

"Yeah?"

"I won't mention them again if you don't want me to but for the record… You were a cute a kid." Asui said simply, and the lighter haired of the two blushed but smiled slightly, looking up to the frog girl she was becoming fast friends with, giving her a genuine smile.

"You are not cute."

She got a light slap from the girl's tongue for that, but she smiled all the same.

Sadly, the quiet tender moments passed all to quickly and Asui stood up, knowing she had to let the others know that Izumi was ok, if obviously upset. As she made it to the stairs, she did turn back and saw Izumi still standing there hesitantly.

"They really still think no less of you. If anything they just think you're more amazing you know. Ribbit." Asui checked, and Izumi sighed.

"I…. I want to believe that. I don't disbelieve you but it's just…." She struggled with her words but the frog girl got what she was driving at.

"You need to see it first. Ribbit." Asui asked and Izumi nodded. "Ok. Well, if you don't come back to class… at least come meet me at the station please? Ribbit."

The greenette's eyes wandered to the bruise that was starting to get rather quite prevalent over her eyes and with another guilty wince, she nodded in agreement. Least she could do to make up for it.

After that, Asui left her alone and so she took a moment to collect herself. She was still angry and upset of course but now it was much more manageable and she could actually think straight.

And she didn't have to think hard to know who the source was. The only two people in U.A. who could of gotten their hands on any photos of the girl's past at all, were Kendou and Bakugou.

There was no way it was Kendou of course, Midoriya would never suspect her in a million years and even then if she did, Kendou couldn't get a hold of so many so soon.

Which left one option. With a scowl, Izumi looked down around the building as it turned blue and hundreds of red silhouettes walked about. Thanks to his hair, and years of training on Izumi's part the explosive teen was one of the few people she could instantly pick out in heat vision.

She smiled but also sighed when she did find him, because he was in the principal's office with another Silhouette she could instantly recognize. Kendou's.

She quickly took off, shaking her head. 'Better go save the asshole.'

Though admittedly, her motive was more to do with saving her sister's hero career than protecting Bakugou.

The sight Izumi walked in on was one of chaos but not one she was particularly surprised to see. Nezu, the mouse bear hybrid that was the principal, sat at his desk with a frown, while Kendou shouted rather explicit insults at Bakugou while being held back from getting more physical by Aizawa. The blonde was also wrapped up in Aizawa's capture scarf, indicating he hadn't taken the insults laying down.

"-AND RAM IT SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT IT WILL-"

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat loudly, getting all their attention. The second Kendou's eyes laid upon her, her face became a mixture of relief and concern as she quickly broke away from Aizawa's grasp, rushing forward and pulling her sister into a tight hug.

"Izumi! I'm so so sorry I wasn't there! Are you ok?!" She fussed, pulling back and inspecting her, growling quietly when she saw the tear streaks.

"I'm fine, sis. Just shaken." The greenette assured, and let go of the embrace. "Just don't kill anyone, ok?"

"No promises." Kendou said darkly, and Midoriya rolled her eyes as her gaze turned to Bakugou. As she looked over, she also saw her homeroom teacher looked incredibly confused meaning he probably didn't know yet what was going on. As if reading her mind…

"What on earth is going on here?" He asked in his gruff voice, and the shapeshifter gave him a glance, before quietly walking over to Bakugou and meeting his eye. The blonde actually seemed register the situation he was in for once, squirming in his seat. She frowned and glared at him.

Then she raised her fist into the air.

"MIDORIYA NO!" Aizawa shouted, capture tape unfurling, his quirk ineffective against her. Her arm moved faster than he could react to though and everyone flinched, expecting to hear some disgusting violent sound.

Instead, they heard nothing more than a rustling as the girl pulled out a small photo she'd spotted in the blonde's collar that must have fallen in when he was putting them up. She crouched down, and addressed the elephant in the room.

"I thought you of all people could accept that Izuku is dead." She frowned, and the boy growled in response. She pulled the capture tape down so he could speak. "Why, Katsuki?"

Silence. He didn't give an answer. Not that he needed to, Midoriya knew exactly why, she just wanted to try to get confirmation before some misinformed notion about his intentions were spread about. She didn't support him at all obviously, but she'd rather he got in trouble and shamed for what he was really doing and not some guess that would be wildly inaccurate.

"Aizawa." The principal finally spoke up, having been quiet the whole time, indicating for the scruffy teacher to come and look at something on his screen. The man obeyed and upon seeing whatever was on screen, Aizawa's face contorted into one of anger and understanding. Nezu looked directly at Midoriya with a frown, sighing. "Miss Midoriya, I am truly, incredibly sorry this has been revealed against your will, and so early in your school life as well. If there is anything we can do to try to make-up for this event or anything at all you would request of us to deal with mister Bakugou here, please just let us know."

She was silent for a moment, understanding someone must have informed the principal what had happened through an email or something. She met her once childhood friends eyes as she thought.

Chances are, without her input, the blonde would be expelled and perhaps even permanently banned from ever getting into hero work, due the various things he'd already done all in just one day.

It certainly wouldn't be a bad punishment, though Midoriya could already see where it would backfire. Bakugou didn't understand punishment, he almost never got any, so he likely wouldn't learn in this case…. So….

"It's simple. There's only one punishment that fits the crime." She shrugged, meeting his eyes as the others waiting curiously for her answer. "Let him stay."

"Excuse me?!"

"WHAT?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

She rolled her eyes at the reactions, and gestured for the blonde to be removed from the room before she continued explaining. Once Bakugou was taken out the room, she took a seat in front of Nezu and began to explain.

"I want to set one thing straight now, because it will get on my nerves otherwise. For as many assholish things Bakugou is and deserves to be called, he isn't transphobic." She said simply with an air of finality that no one could object to. "I know it may seem that way, and I'm not defending his actions at all but I just want to be sure we're all clear on his actual intentions. He only did this because he absolutely, completely hates me. Had it been some other random trans person he wouldn't have cared at all."

"That's not much better." Kendou muttered, cross armed. This had been the first time she'd actually come face to face with Bakugou but she had a lot of years of stories about him built up into a nice little bubble of genuine hate.

"Either way though, I don't want him to be expelled, mostly for the public's sake. Expelling him won't teach him anything, and if he gets banned from hero work it's entirely possible he'll just go do what he wants anyways. He'd probably end up being a vigilante but less of a Prototype and more of a Stain…."

Nezu nodded, understanding the implication and the red head beside Izumi couldn't help but roll her eyes at the face she used herself as an example.

"Aside from public interest though, this will probably work out as a better punishment anyways. Chances are, Katsuki wanted to run me out the school, and if he was expelled he isn't used to having consequences to his actions so he didn't expect any. One thing he didn't count on is being punished, but remaining at the school with me I'll bet. You see, that's the problem with him." Izumi actually let out a bitter chuckle, wishing what she was saying wasn't the truth. He may have been long gone but Izumi did still miss the old Kacchan that had actually been her friend so long ago. "He has an inferiority complex. If someone he thinks should weaker than him suddenly is stronger, he doesn't take it well and he tries to see everyone as beneath him at the same time. This means that when I, a formerly quirkless kid, did anything to try to help him or when I got my powers and started to do better than him, he really started to snap."

"Yes, judging by his willingness to bring an entire building down on a few students I would say he snapped." Nezu commented with a quirked brow, causing Kendou's eyes to go wide.

"He did what?!"

"Yeah well, then you see what I'm driving at. There's nothing more he hates than being reminded he's weaker than someone and I'm pretty sure it's all he can think about anytime he see's me at all now." Izumi smirked, actually feeling almost guilty for the idea that had come to mind. "So his punishment is simple. He has to come back everyday and on top of whatever punishment U.A. deems fit, he has to be reminded every single day that there's someone stronger than him and he can't do anything about that. That's a punishment that only ends when he learns his lesson anyways, and for as long as he doesn't every moment he spends in class will be another second of torturous punishment for him."

"Well, I'm disturbed by how much you've gotten that wrapped up in a neat little bow, but if you are right about him having such a complex then I cannot fault your logic and we did offer to do what you deemed necessary so… Katsuki Bakugou will remain a part of U.A."

"Great." Kendou muttered sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

"But, he will spend the remainder of his first year every day in detention. In reality these will be evaluated each term to see If he has yet learned his lesson. If we deem he has and you agree, he will be let out of them." Nezu decided, clapping his paws together. "Otherwise, he will be in them all year. On top of this, I believe a three strike system should be implemented. He will be allowed to return to class after a two day suspension. If another incident occurs however, he will be suspended for much longer and likely have his detentions stretched out into his second year with no chance of getting out of them even after learning his lesson. Another incident, and we'll have to move him to another class for the sake of the student body. After that, if he throws away his last chance, I will be of the impression he simply cannot learn and will have no choice but to permanently remove him from U.A."

"That works for me." Izumi nodded, and the door opened so that Bakugou could be shoved back in by Aizawa will Izumi and Kendou made to leave. Before they went, Nezu did however quickly write up a late slip for the taller girl.

"Here, as you did come here for a good cause initially, even if you did almost end up bodily harming someone."

"Thank you sir." Kendou said embarrassed as they left, Aizawa walking with them He gave a quick glance to Izumi and decided to address the elephant in the room.

"I apologize I wasn't there for that happening. He must have put them up at some point when you were all changing as there wouldn't have been another opportunity for him to. I was busy dealing with his detention and had a class elsewhere before. If I had known, I would have gotten rid of all those photos before you had returned." He said, sounding genuinely apologetic and the shapeshifter nodded. It was nice to have teachers who actually cared for once. "I've had something similar happen to a student once before, unfortunately so I'd be fully willing to escort you to the train station if you want to leave early. I won't blame you."

"Thank you but, I do want to take with my classmates, just not yet." She said, as Itsuka slung her arm her sisters shoulder. "Could I just go somewhere to try to prepare myself first?"

"Of course. The teachers lounge should be fairly empty right now. I'm afraid miss Kendou will have to return to her class." The scruffy pro nodded, and the red head sighed as her grip tightened for a moment.

"Yeah ok. Love you, sis, be safe." The girl said, kissing the smaller girl's forehead. "I'll see you after school!"

"Yeah, see you then!" Izumi called as Kendou took off, before she turned to her scruffy teacher. Aizawa then spoke up, admitting something she never expected to hear (likely to improve her mood.)

"I won't lie, your 'sister' scares me." The pro revealed, getting an incredulous look from Midoriya. "You didn't hear the threats she made. I will be having nightmares about the more painful applications of human fists for months."

"Ah."