As soon as the words "victim psychology" came out of my mouth, Class 1-A had a sea of different reactions. Some were quite receptive and seemed ready to take in the information while others began to look very uncomfortable with hitting such a heavy topic so early in their education. Shoto's face in particular went from stoic to a more hardened, dark expression. He was the only student in this room that knew my story up until now. I had requested that Toshinori not tell Izuku and that I would explain it when I felt the time was right. Welp. No time like the present I guess.

"Alright. So I'm gonna start off with telling you the story of a girl who experienced a horrendous villain attack," I began, not sure if I wanted to let them know that it was my story I was telling quite yet,

"There was a villain attack in the U.S. about 6 years back. The only victims were a family of 3. There was a husband, a wife, and a daughter who had just turned two years old. The husband and daughter were killed instantly by the villain in a sudden attack. The wife was left alive and underwent such stress that her quirk activated, and she blacked out.

When she came to, the villain had disappeared, and she was surrounded by nothing but the bodies of her two family members and the military soldiers that were surrounding her like a criminal. She was informed that quirks were illegal in the U.S., and anyone found to have a quirk had two options: defect to a quirk-friendly country, like Japan, or become essentially a human weapon for the U.S. military.

The wife was given almost no time to make this decision as the military had already informed their extended families of the husband and daughter's deaths and that a funeral had already been set up for 2 days from now. Until then, the wife was to be taken into custody and was not allowed to be with their extended families-"

"But they can't do that!"

"No one could possibly be that cruel!"

"This story is bullshit!" At Bakugo's comment, my temper flared along with my quirk activating, causing my wings to sprout from my back and my eyes turned white in anger.

"I would suggest not interrupting me again. And Bakugo, I will address your little comment at the end," I snarled, irritated as I tried not to let my emotions on the subject show too much, and I noticed I was not succeeding as much as I hoped to when I saw Shoto's concerned expression. He had never heard this part of the story.

"Anyways that's where I will end this story here to ask a question regarding the topic at hand: What was wrong with how this situation was handled?" I asked, unsure I could continue talking too much more in depth about the events without breaking a bit. I was starting to see Santosh and Isha's bodies vividly in the front of my mind, and it was starting to get to me.

"Yes! The U.S. military did nothing to guarantee the mental stability of the wife in this situation! They could have sent someone who was seriously disturbed to another country without the ability to cope!" Iida announced with a hand raised causing me to quirk an eyebrow at him as I looked around for other answers. I saw Izuku raise his hand shyly, and I called on him.

"Well, the woman was not given time to grieve or provided resources to help her cope with the loss. She was immediately treated as a case and a liability, not a human being who had just gone through a traumatic loss. I mean she lost her two closest family members, including her child, to a villain out of nowhere. I don't know that anyone would have any idea how to handle something like that," Izuku explained carefully, as I saw pain he reflected in his eyes. He was really empathizing with the person in the story even though he had no idea who it was. I fought back tears that were starting to threaten to form in my eyes as Bakugo of course had a smart ass question that I couldn't avoid.

"If this bitch's story is true, then what's her name? I still call bullshit on this whole story!" Bakugo yelled angrily, "Besides, how is it our problem if some whiny bitch in a hypothetical story can't handle some fake loss? This is obviously a fake worst case scenario with no fucking solution." I glared at this as a low voice answered from behind me.

"The woman's name was Chandrudu Rose, but nowadays, she goes by the name Yagi Rose," Aizawa's lazy voice answered from behind me. I turned to shoot him a glare as I saw him stepping out of his sleeping bag before turning to see the mix of shocked, guilty, and pitying faces of Class 1-A. Bakugo especially looked for a lack of a better word. devastated. Izuku actually started to tear up as he let out a gasp of realization. I sighed as I decided to just handle the issue face on.

"He's telling the truth. The two killed in that attack were my husband and daughter, Santosh and Isha Chandrudu. I was forced to come to Japan after my quirk activated and did everything I could to pretend the attack never happened. Santosh and I's families were both led to believe that I was somehow responsible for their deaths, so I have been disowned by both. My name was changed to Tsukibara Kaera, and I came to Japan and did my master's degrees before becoming a teacher at Aldera Junior High," I continued, trying to keep my voice even,

"Once I moved to Musutafu, I was held hostage in a bank robbery and activated my quirk in self-defense, causing the robber to panic and shoot me. I was taken here to be healed by Recovery Girl, and I was given the opportunity to train with Endeavor, Hawks, and Aizawa-sensei here to learn how to control my quirk. I eventually got the hang of it and with a lot of intense teaching from Aizawa, I was able to pass my Hero Licensing Exam on my first try.

During that time, I was adopted into the Todoroki family as Endeavor's younger sister legally since Endeavor is the head of the family which allowed me to change my first name back to Rose. Then, I got married to my now husband which is where my current last name comes from. Now I work for the Endeavor hero agency full time and will be helping as needed with my husband and Aizawa's classes." I took a deep breath at finally finishing this topic. To my surprise, the red headed boy the seating chart labeled as Kirishima stood up flexing an arm.

"Man, Lady Icarys-Sensei, that is manly as hell that you're still fighting after all of that!" he exclaimed with a sharky grin earning a small smile from me as well as a slight chuckle. Much of the class echoed his sentiments with nods and verbal "yeah"s. It was sweet.

"You're amazing, Icarys-Sensei! Now, will you tell us who your husband is?!" Mina, a pink skin and haired girl asked excitedly. I smiled at this slightly, not feeling very sure if I wanted to reveal that information without Toshinori present. I was starting to feel quite anxious from retelling those memories from my past, and it was taking its toll on me. I really needed him to be with me again soon. Sensing my unease, Aizawa spoke up, telling them to knock it off with the personal questions before taking over the educating part.

"It's important for all of you to understand that most victims are not as resilient as Yagi-san is," Aizawa pointed out before continuing, "Iida had a good point when he mentioned that the military should have been concerned about her mental stability after undergoing such a violent attack. If you ask me, Yagi-san's drive and resilience proved that she had what it took to be a hero long before she ever came to Japan and got her hero's license. She did not allow herself to remain a victim for long."

His words stunned me as well as the whole of the class into silence. Despite only having him as teacher for a day, even they realized that Aizawa was not one to give out compliments easily. He turned and gave me a small smirk that the students couldn't see. The room remained silent for a moment as everyone kind of took time to allow all the information they had just been confronted with set in. That is until everyone's favorite blonde hero came marching through the door in a red blue and yellow costume with a briefcase in his hand.

"I am coming through the door like a normal person!" Toshinori, now in his All Might form, announced with a huge smile on his face causing me to giggle at his sillyness and obvious nervousness. At the sound of my giggling, Toshinori's radiant smile is then directed at me as I hear Aizawa click his tongue in annoyance before returning to his sleeping bag. Without hesitation, Toshinori walks up to me and wraps one of his bulging arms around my waist and pulls me to his side.

"Ah! Young heroes, I see you've all met my beautiful wife!" he boomed, his smile growing even wider than before causing me to blush a bit at his compliment and obvious pride in calling me his wife in front of so many people while in his hero form. The man beside me was great at feeling confident while in his hero form, but he still struggled with feeling good enough when in his normal form, no matter how many times I told him I preferred him as Toshinori.

"You're married to ALL MIGHT?!" the whole class, minus Izuku and Shoto, were in complete and utter shock. As the students were all freaking out, Toshinori leaned closer to me and spoke to me in a low voice that only I could hear.

"Dear, Nezu wants to speak with you now. It's very important and can't wait, so I can manage the class on my own," he said softly, and I looked up at him with a reassuring smile.

"I know you can. I don't doubt you for a second, Toshi," I assured him softly before turning to the class who were still chatting excitedly at the new information as I yelled out over them getting them all to quiet down, "Yep! I'm married to the number 1 hero! Now, I gotta take my leave! Y'all have fun and take it easy on All Might for me, will ya?"

After the confirmed and shocked nods I got from most of the class, I grabbed Toshi's hand discreetly and gave it one last encouraging squeeze before heading out the door to meet with the fur ball that ran this fine establishment, blushing at the chorus of awwws from the small group of girls in Class 1-A. Good luck, Toshi. I thought to myself as I walked towards Nezu's office. You're gonna need it with this rambunctious group.

Song: Sunrise by Our Last Night

A/N- What?! Two updates on this story in two days after two weeks of radio silence on this?! I will say I suddenly felt motivation to write these two chapters, but it will probably be a bit before I get to update again (maybe a week or two). I am moving apartments this weekend, and with this whole quarantine thing and my daughter just turning 1 year old, I have a lot on my plate. I will do my best to work on this story as I am slowly but surely getting more ideas for it. Thanks to all of you who have been patient and supportive of this story despite my less than consistent updating lately! Love you all! 3 Taeha