They were on a break waiting for Shinsou to wake up when Shouta received a sort of notification on his goggles. What the…? Fumbling with bandaged fingers, the tired man took the instructions for the goggles out of the box for them to figure out what it was exactly. Turns out it was a distress signal that was sent from a paired device. Which, considering this day had been the first time Shouta had ever used these goggles and the only other one who worked with them before was the inventor himself, that left him only one conclusion as to who sent the signal.

The green problem child is in trouble.

The Erasure Hero shot up and ran out of the room with his husband and fellow Hero instinctively following behind. The pair sprinted down the halls, years of experience working together meant that there was no explanation needed from the Underground Hero to the other. Hizashi trusted the other's instincts when it comes to potential danger and followed dutifully. Thankfully there were few people in the hallway and they knew to keep out of the racing Heroes' way. Merely stared at them in shock as they ran past.

Since the green one would be fighting in the final match, Shouta had a hunch of where he could possibly be. The waiting rooms. Either that or the prep rooms for the classes. Thankfully they were all in the same relative area. The two Heroes raced through the tunnels to the prep rooms as fast as they could. As they drew closer, their ears were met with the sound of explosions coming from one of the rooms. This caused them to run even faster as Eraserhead pressed a button on his goggles to start recording when something gave them pause. A yell to be specific.

"BAKUGOU, ENOUGH!"

That was Midoriya, Shouta thought, concerned for the green one and curious as to why the angry blonde one was involved.

The Erasure Hero held a hand up as signal to stop and glanced back at the other behind him holding a finger to his lips in a request to keep quiet. The Voice Hero nodded with a worried but down-to-business look on his face. The pair slowly and cautiously approached the door to the prep room as the conversation between the two students continued.

"Now listen here, nerd…"

"NO, YOU LISTEN, BAKUGOU! I'm sick and tired of you and all of your bullshit!"

What.

Shouta knew that the two knew each other before UA and the green one continued to say as much. Before the USJ incident, Midoriya had said that they 'didn't get along' and that Bakugou had started 'teasing' him after he found out he was Quirkless. But to say he was done with 'all of his bullshit' implied that there was more to it than mere teasing. As he had suspected. The two Heroes shared quick glances filled with concern but stayed silent to listen as years of experience as Heroes told them instinctively to wait and gather more evidence.

"But you…you changed when I was diagnosed Quirkless. When I didn't get a Quirk, you dropped me like a bad penny. Became a bully to me. Gave me that belittling nickname to label me and show how useless you think someone without a Quirk is."

A bully, huh? So, that's how it is. Quirk discrimination. Or in this case, the lack of one.

Unfortunately, it was still common even today with all the variety of Quirks out there. No matter how much society has evolved, there have always been people who considered themselves superior and would put down others to prove it. The tired man could guess that the explosive teen didn't even see it as discrimination since the other didn't even have a Quirk. And what is this about a 'belittling nickname'?

"You even gave me a bit of advice once. 'If you want a Quirk so bad, why don't you take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.'"

Bakugou. Said. WHAT.

Oh, the angry blonde one was so going to get what's coming to him for that alone. That was far from mere 'teasing'. Suicide baiting was a serious offense and punishable by law.

Did anyone know that he had said that?

Shouta tensed up ready to spring into action then and there but a restraining hand gripped his shoulder. He looked back to Hizashi who shook his head and quietly signed with his other hand that they needed to wait. To listen for anymore that had been kept secret but needed to be addressed. A point that the tired man reluctantly conceded to with a nod earning a pat on his shoulder from his husband before he removed his hand.

"You're lucky I'm too stubborn to ever actually do that. Nor could I ever do that to my parents. By the way, did you know that same day I got attacked by a Villain?"

Yes, the green problem child was stubborn about a lot of things and thank heavens he was about that too. But what the hell was this about him getting attacked by a Villain on the same day he was suicide baited?

"Don't worry. I was saved by a Hero quickly and he took the Villain out."

Shouta had a gut feeling that there was more to that story than a simple Villain take down and that was that. Something he'd hopefully have a chance to get into later.

"I tried…for so long I tried to be friends with you. But after what you said that day and after I met Mei-chan, I came to realize we weren't friends anymore. Hadn't been for a long time. Not since we were four. You were no longer the boy I knew. And now, after this…"

There was a pause as if referencing to something but what exactly Shouta didn't know. What the hell did Bakugou do? Whatever it was, he suspected that the explosions they had heard earlier may be a part of it.

"…I realize I don't know you at all anymore."

Throughout this whole time, Shouta noted that Bakugou, who was usually quite…expressive, was uncharacteristically quiet as the green one continued.

"You're not Kacchan. You're not even Katsuki…you're Bakugou! The one who has treated me like shit ever since a little quirk of genetics decided that I would never have a Quirk of my own. The one who told me since we were four that I was useless because I was Quirkless. The one who used his Quirk on me until I learned to fight back. The one who claims to want to be a Hero but acts like a Villain!"

Before, Shouta wouldn't have gone that far as to label the aggressive blonde a Villain. Not to describe a child. But upon learning said child had discriminated against the Quirkless boy, called the other useless, and apparently went as far as to use his Quirk on him, the Erasure Hero couldn't help but think it was a bit accurate. Bakugou's actions were far from Heroic.

"Why do you hate me so much? What on earth is making you go this far? I have done nothing but try to be your friend and yet you still treat me like trash! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, BAKUGOU?!"

For the first time since Shouta and Hizashi had arrived to Midoriya going full rant, Bakugou spoke. Or rather, shouted.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOOKING DOWN ON ME!"

There was a moment of pause in the…'conversation'. Probably the green one trying to absorb that outburst.

"You…you thought I looked down on you? That I have this whole time?"

Did he not know?, Shouta thought as the angry blonde continued.

"I thought you saw yourself as above me despite being Quirkless. You were always happy, smiling. Saying you wanted to be a Hero even though you have no power to actually become one. Thought that a weakling like you could become a Hero same as someone like me with a strong Quirk. As if you thought you were better than me. Me! The future Number One Hero!"

Well, he sounded sincere. In the beginning at least and in a Bakugou sort of way. However, the way the angry blonde one implied that the green one couldn't be a Hero just because he had no 'power' left a sour taste in Shouta's mouth. It reminded him of when people had told him he couldn't be a Hero simply because his own Quirk only took away the power of others. That Erasure wasn't enough to be a Hero.

And yet he proved them wrong and became a Pro Underground Hero spending his nights kicking Villain ass. Learned to fight to compensate for not having a 'strong' Quirk same as how Midoriya decided to make up for his lack of Quirk with his Quirk Replicating Support Items. Neither letting their Quirk or lack of one hold them back from their goals. Being Quirkless didn't mean Midoriya couldn't be a Hero.

"Are you an idiot, Bakugou?! I LOOKED UP TO YOU, DUMBASS!"

I knew Midoriya swore sometimes but this is the most I've ever heard him curse. Kind of weird to hear coming from the, as Hizashi would put it, 'sunshine' boy's mouth.

"You have always been strong and I've always known you would make a great Hero. But you've let your ego take over, Bakugou. You care more about being the best rather than what's most important about being a Hero."

Shouta would agree on the ego bit. From the start of the school year, Bakugou oozed overconfidence but had been slowly learning that he was not in fact the top dog that apparently he had been before UA. It was interesting though to learn that despite how the blonde one had treated the other, the green one still saw the potential to be a great Hero in him.

"Oh, and what's that, shitty nerd?"

His anger is popping up again.

"Heroes are meant to save people, Bakugou. Strength helps, sure, but you won't be a true Hero with your head so far up your ass that you don't realize the way you're acting is nowhere near Heroic. Do you know who you remind me of, Bakugou? Endeavor."

Damn, problem child, Shouta thought as a dull thump sound came from the room.

"Don't you dare compare me to that bastard."

What?

"So, you were listening. That was a private conversation, Bakugou."

Listening to what though exactly? A conversation about Endeavor? One that had both of them irate?

"But there's nothing we can do about that now. That man is a bastard with what he's done. A flaming pile of trash. And if you continue as you are, that's how you'll end up too."

Midoriya, the Hero fanboy, not liking a Hero? The Number Two Hero to be exact? What gives?

The green one was hinting at something bad that Shouta wasn't aware of.

Do I need to look into the two-toned problem child as well? Ugh. Why are there so many problem children this year?

"You need to rethink why you want to be a Hero, Bakugou. Do you want to be one to help people like All Might? Or do you want to be one to be the best like Endeavor? The choice is up to you."

There was a brief pause of silence coming from the room, an unsettling quiet after such charged words. Eraserhead and Present Mic braced themselves to step into action as the pair of Heroes anxiously waited for some kind of signal. It came in a form of an enraged screech. The sound of the explosion blended into the sound of the door slamming open as the Heroes burst into the room.

It looked like a bomb had gone off. Which, considering the kid with the Explosion Quirk was involved, was probably exactly what happened. There were bits and pieces of what remained of the green one's Support Items littered on the ground, appearing burnt and broken. The sickly-sweet scent of nitroglycerin hung in the air mixed with the smokey aroma of freshly ignited explosions. Bakugou had Midoriya pushed up against the wall, one arm pinning him and the other letting off an attack against the shorter boy's torso.

I'd say this qualifies as 'absolutely necessary'.

On reflex, Eraserhead activated his Quirk and lashed out his capture weapon to restrain the blonde. Present Mic ran forward as the green one instantly relaxed and slid down the wall to the floor. The 1-A homeroom teacher tied up his squirming charge as the feral blonde thrashed against his restraints on the ground. He resembled more of a wild animal rather than a human being at the moment. The sight caused the tired man to huff out an exasperated sigh. At the same time, the loud man was checking the green one.

"Are you alright, Izuku?" Hizashi asked, keeping his tone soft and volume low as he knelt down in front of his not-at-all-secretly favorite student.

Shouta wasn't even surprised by the man referring to the teen by his first name. Especially not in this situation. Green eyes looked up and fixated on greenish yellow ones. He blinked a few times as he worked on trying to focus and then smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"I'm okay, Yamada-sensei," Midoriya assured despite looking far from fine with a gaping hole in his shirt, exposing another material beneath. "My under armor is fire resistant so I didn't get burned."

Of course, the green problem child would brush it off as nothing. Though, after hearing that the explosive teen had used his Quirk on him in the past, the green one was unfortunately probably used to it. Something needed to be done about that. But not right now.

Shouta pulled out his phone and texted the group chat for the teachers. Sending out a request for any available teacher to come to the 1-H prep room as they were needed in regards to watching a student pending punishment. There were several responses of concern before Ectoplasm volunteered to come and said he was on his way. Typing a simple 'ok' back, the tired man pocketed his phone.

While they waited, Hizashi helped Midoriya off the ground and onto a chair. The Voice Hero fussed over the green one who kept saying he was fine but was clearly cradling an injured hand. Black eyes spotted a damaged glove strewn on the ground and was able to piece together that the boy had been electrocuted by his own tech. Meanwhile, Shouta remained standing over the still struggling blonde but a Quirked glare made Bakugou calm down enough to stop squirming.

At the table, the green one removed his remaining Support Items with a slight tremble he tried to hide. He took the glove off his left uninjured hand with his teeth and then removed his Fire Breath mask and belt, placing them all into the box. The boy then held out his goggles to Shouta who took them without a word, figuring the green one had thought to record the incident same as he had. The tired man tucked the goggles into the mysterious space that was his capture weapon out of sight.

It wasn't long after that Ectoplasm arrived and a look of shock somehow appeared on his normally hard to read face. Hizashi helped Midoriya up from the chair and the green one reached into his box for something before leaving for the nurse's office. The Erasure Hero waited until the pair left before addressing the bound trouble maker on the ground.

"Listen up, Bakugou," Shouta growled, scowling down at the boy. Ectoplasm watched silently from the side. "We will be discussing this and there will be consequences for what you have done here. Not to mention we will be looking into your past school records in regards to the accusations Midoriya has made about what you have done and said in the past."

Below him, the blonde blanched at his words which hardened the man's resolve to do just that. There was something fishy about the pair of students' intertwined pasts and he was determined to find out what exactly had occurred between the two.

"Now, I'm going to untie you," he said sternly, squatting down in preparation to do so. "What you are going to do is stay in this room. First, you are going to clean up this mess you've made. Place every bit of the Support Items you broke into the box. Then, you are going to stay here until I, or another teacher, come back to get you. Understood?"

His student glared up at him but relented and nodded. Good. The tired man skillfully unwrapped the teen despite the boy having tangled himself further with his thrashing. The blonde stood up and rubbed some feeling back into his arms.

"One more thing," Shouta said, holding out his hand as he stood up as well. "Phone. Now."

"What?!" Bakugou barked.

"You are being punished, Bakugou," the teacher stated firmly, wondering if the boy had ever faced consequences for his actions before. "Which means you will clean this room and then sit here reflecting on what you have done. Which means no phone. Now hand it over."

With a growl, the teen fished out his phone and bitterly smashed the device into his teacher's hand. Once he relinquished it, Bakugou stomped over to the cabinet that held the cleaning supplies and grabbed a broom to start sweeping. Satisfied that the blonde was following his instructions, Shouta turned to leave and gave a grateful nod to Ectoplasm as he exited the room.

The tired man pocketed the confiscated device as he stalked through the halls to Recovery Girl's office. He took the phone both as punishment but also so that his problematic student couldn't contact his friends. This needed to be settled before Bakugou was allowed to interact with his friends again. That was a privilege, not a right.

It didn't take Shouta long to get to the nurse's office and he let out a sigh as he opened the door. Midoriya was on a bed with his ruined gym shirt and upper half of his under armor off, the latter pooled around his waist and the former nowhere to be seen. He was getting checked by Chiyo with Hizashi sitting in a chair next to the bed. Further into the room, the tired man could see the fluff of purple that was Shinsou's hair as the boy laid there still unconscious.

Well, I was right, he thought to himself with another sigh as he entered. This year's festival has been interesting. Though not in the way I ever expected. Seems the green one is more of a problem child than I thought, the explosive one is in urgent need of a decent dose of karma, and something apparently was up with the Todoroki boy.

Now that Shouta had arrived, Hizashi got up giving a quick ruffle to the green one's hair, a bow to Recovery Girl, and a shoulder bump to his husband as he left the room. Most likely to give an update on the contestants of the final match. The tired man walked further into the room and took the seat that Hizashi had vacated. As he had said, Midoriya had not in fact been burned by Bakugou due to his under armor as his exposed lower torso appeared unmarked.

He must have worn it with encountering the explosive teen specifically in mind. Smart and forward thinking as always. An excellent quality for a Hero.

At this point, just by being the final two no matter who inevitably won, Shouta had no doubt that Nezu would have to offer his problem children a spot in the Hero Course. If he didn't then the mammal was a fool. A Quirked smart fool but a fool none the less.

Chiyo finished her check and gave the boy a peck on the cheek. She observed the healing her Quirk caused on his injured right hand before bandaging it up. Shouta observed that most of the discoloration faded but there was some faint scarring that remained. Understandable after being electrocuted. After all, Recovery Girl's Quirk merely sped up the body's natural healing process, not actually reverse any damage. The boy would live with those scars for the rest of his life. Like Shouta would with the one under his eye among his many others collected over the years of Hero work.

Satisfied with her work, Recovery Girl left briefly and came back with a new uniform shirt and a snack bag full of energy gummies. Midoriya took both gratefully with a bow. He placed the gummies on the side table and then proceeded to put his under armor back on before slipping the new shirt over it. After adjusting his clothing, he picked the candy back up and popped them into his mouth one by one. The student and teacher sat in a slightly awkward but amicable silence for a moment as he slowly chewed the gummies.

"So," the man uttered, breaking the silence. He saw the boy flinch slightly but made no comment on it. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"N-not really," Midoriya stuttered, obviously uncomfortable. "But y-you're different from teachers I've h-had in the past, Aizawa-sensei. You and Yamada-sensei saved me. Helped me. I t-trust you and know you'll b-believe me."

Black eyes widened slightly at that comment. He had only known the green one for a few weeks and, if what the boy's words implied, having his trust was a big deal. That, if his instinctive assumptions about the boy's past teachers is correct, the kid was probably used to negative interactions with teachers when it came to discussing situations like this. Damn Quirk discrimination. The tired man schooled his face back to neutral, though that didn't take much since he was still covered in bandages, and gave the teen his full attention.

"Plus, I do h-have a recording of what happened so you'd have to," the boy quipped, earning a small chuckled from the man which caused a small wavery smile on his freckled face. The teen picked at an escaping strand on the blanket as he talked. "I w-was in the prep room waiting f-for Hitoshi-kun to wake up. Checking my Support Items, you know?"

The tired man nodded and the boy continued.

"Well, um, a-as I was putting my gear back on," Midoriya said. "Ka-Bakugou came i-into the room and started y-yelling at me. I started r-recording just before he came in."

Again, Shouta nodded and gestured for the teen to go on.

"We a-argued back and forth," he said, his left hand touching his injured right one gently. "He said some things a-and I did too. It's b-been a long time since we h-had even talked to each other."

Ah, yes, the hiding. Understandable now after seeing…that.

"And then he…"

The boy's grip on his own recently healed hand tightened and, not wanting the kid to hurt himself, Shouta placed his much larger hand over the teen's to ground him. Midoriya tensed slightly at the contact but then relaxed his body and his grip realizing he wouldn't get hurt. Black eyes gazed into green with a silent question to see if he was alright. The boy nodded minutely and the man patted his hands before removing his own.

"Then he g-grabbed my hand and e-exploded my glove. It b-broke and sh-shocked me."

I'd say that was way more than a shock, Shouta thought, eyeing the bandages on said hand hiding the remaining scars but said nothing.

"I k-kicked him away and tore the g-glove off. I thought h-he would attack me again, b-but instead he started t-to break my other S-Support Items."

I figured as much considering the amount of debris.

"I was s-so shocked I couldn't move. Just w-watched him as h-he destroyed all m-my hard work. And then I snapped at him!"

Ah, that must have been when we arrived.

"W-we argued some more, a-and then I compared him to E-Endeavor. I asked him w-why he wanted to be a H-Hero and after that was w-when he attacked me a-and you and Yamada-sensei came in."

Midoriya fell silent when he finished, avoiding the teacher's eyes obviously unsure if he would believe him despite having said he trusted the man. Years of mistreatment by an authority figure would do that to you. Shouta was sure there was more to unwrap in regards to this situation, but he had some research to do before broaching the subject. And he was sure a certain mammal would be willing to help considering this involved his own personal student.

"Alright," Shouta said, running a hand through his hair as he let out a sigh. "Here's what we're going to do. Bakugou will be punished for attacking you and destroying your property. As to what those punishments are exactly, we will discuss it with you, Nezu, your mom, and myself."

As well as address the issue of the suicide baiting, Shouta thought, not bringing it up in that moment in case it triggered something. As well as the other things I have questions about. He watched as the green one paled at the thought of getting his mother involved and tried to protest.

"No, this is not up for discussion," Shouta said, holding up a hand to silence the teen. "You were attacked on school grounds and so this is a school matter. You are also a minor and so your parent and/or guardian must be involved. The same goes for Bakugou once we decide on his punishment. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," Midoriya muttered quietly with his eyes downcast before peeking up at him. "Um, w-what is going to h-happen to Bakugou for the r-rest of the festival?"

He gets beaten up and his hard work destroyed and yet still worries about the one who attacked him. This kid…

"Currently he is cleaning up the mess he made," Shouta answered, scratching his chin. "Then he will stay in that room under Ectoplasm's supervision until I, or another teacher, gets him."

"A-are you going to d-disqualify him?" the green one asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"It would be warranted considering he attacked a fellow student outside of an official match," the tired man replied, leveling a look at the boy. "Especially after having tried before with Shinsou and now has gone after you and had to be stopped by a teacher both times. It would be the rational thing to do. Why do you ask?"

The green one remained silent for a few seconds, taking some deep breaths as if to build up his courage. Shouta calmly waited for the teen to form his thoughts. It wasn't long until green eyes filled with determination made contact with his black ones.

"Please don't disqualify him," Midoriya requested, his voice firm and his stutter gone. "Bakugou fought just as hard as any of us to get where he is. He won his spot fair and square. I don't want him to be disqualified just because we ended up bringing up our personal issues during the festival."

'Bringing up our personal issues'…ugh.

"You know that's completely irrational, right?" Shouta prodded, brow quirked. "We have rules regarding attacking other students out of turn. Not just for the Sports Festival but in school in general. Disqualifying Bakugou would teach him that what he did was wrong."

"M-maybe that would work with o-other students, Aizawa-sensei," Midoriya piped up, his nerves and the stutter returning. "But Bakugou i-is different. He w-wouldn't learn from it. T-trust me, I know. H-he also already thinks that H-Hitoshi-kun and I cheated our way t-to the final."

What.

"A-and if one of the s-semi-finalists was suddenly disqualified, w-wouldn't there be questions a-as to why?"

Most likely.

"I kn-know you said Bakugou will be p-punished and I a-agree that he needs it," the boy conceded. "But d-disqualifying him wouldn't be e-effective at all and it would r-raise questions I'd rather not answer. N-not right now anyway. So, please keep h-him in the festival."

The green one even bowed his head low to put weight into his plea. Shouta stared at the boy in front of him, so caring and kind that he even still had concerns over the one who had just attacked him. Willing to put aside dealing with the incident in order to focus on the here and now. Midoriya Izuku really was something else.

"Alright, problem child," the tired man relented with a huff, reaching a hand out to ruffle the boy's unruly green curls. "I don't necessarily agree with you but we'll do it your way for now. We'll wait to worry about Bakugou's punishment until after the Sports Festival."

He stilled his hand in the boy's hair and Midoriya shifted his head up to look at him through a fringe of green locks.

"Th-thank you, Aizawa-sensei," the boy said with a smile and pink dusted cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah," Shouta said, mussing his hair once more before retracting his hand. "For now, focus on what you need to do. You have one last match after all."

"Right," was the teen's answer with a determined grin.

It was at this time that a rustling sound came from the other injured occupant in the room. Chiyo, ever observant, quickly went over to check on her other patient who was finally gaining consciousness. Midoriya, not wanting his friend to question why he was in the nurse's office, hopped off his assigned bed. Recovery Girl noticed and waved him off indicating he was free to go. Shouta decided to leave with the green one and stood up from his chair. The teacher and student bowed to the Youthful Heroine before they left, leaving the nurse to check over Shinsou.

"Are you going to be alright for the last round?" Shouta asked as they walked. "I have your goggles and most of your gear was damaged."

"As I'll ever be," Midoriya replied with a shrug, his stutter gone as he was now 'back to business'. "Besides, this is going to be against Hitoshi-kun. I know his Quirk and he knows my lack of one. I figured it would be a battle of strength and technique in the end. Also…"

Midoriya reached into his pocket and took out whatever he had removed last minute from his Support Item box. He held up a disc for the teacher to see.

"…I have this."

Shouta eyed the small black disc in the student's hand and raised a questioning brow but said nothing. The boy beside him, proven to be smart and forward-thinking time and time again, must have some kind of plan for whatever that disc did. The tired man looked forward to whatever the kid had in store. This last match between the green one and the purple one was going to be interesting.

Together they made their way through the hallways and towards the tunnel that let out to the field. Eventually, they arrived at a point where the two needed to part ways. After one last ruffle of the boy's green hair, the Erasure Hero left for the commentator's booth to finish the festival. Stewing over what had happened and what he planned to do with the hot-headed blonde who had just attacked his future student.

But that would have to wait until later. For now, he had a fight between two soon-to-be-in-1-A students to watch. They were his students now. Even if the principal somehow still managed to not see their potential as he did, the problem children were his.

...

Shouto had used the break waiting for the final match to use the restroom and was heading back to the 1-A booth when he came upon a curious sight. Aizawa and Izuku were walking and talking together as if they knew each other. His friend even took something out of his pocket and showed it to his homeroom teacher. The bi-color teen found himself following the pair at a reasonable distance so as not to be detected.

The two continued on their way followed by their unknown tail until they stopped. Aizawa ruffled his friend's hair as if he did that all the time before leaving. Shouto found the interacting…intriguing. The gesture was almost parental in his opinion. Not that he knew much about parental interactions, but a peculiar thought took root. A new part of his mind seemed to awaken as conspiratorial thoughts started to form.

Was it possible…? Was Izuku…? Could his teacher be his first friend's…?

Could Midoriya Izuku actually be Aizawa-sensei's secret love child?

Shouto swore to find out.

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