Toshinori Yagi was worried.
Not the usual empathic worried for the world sort of way either. No. He was worried for his heir, Izuku. And he wasn't the only one if the fact that Shota was currently sitting in his office with several of the students from class 1-A, all of them were either seething silently (like Shota was currently) or were simply staring off into space.
"When exactly did all of this begin to happen?" He asked, wondering if anyone could even answer the question. Shota glowered at him, looking none too pleased. So he obviously hadn't been paying too much attention otherwise he would have-
"Three months ago." Shouto said without hesitation, causing Toshinori to blink at the boy as Shota turned his glower towards him for a moment and growled out.
"Three months?" Shouto nodded his head slowly and everyone jumped a little bit, including Toshinori as the man practically jumped to his feet and overturned the coffee table with a loud, feral sounding snarl that sent chills down everyone's spine.
Say what one would about Shota Aizawa, but the man had grown incredibly fond of each of his students in the year that he had been teaching. And despite his near constant complaining and grumbling otherwise- Izuku was by far his favorite 'problem child' to date.
And the fact that something was causing alarming changes in the kid's school work, grades and even his personality was upsetting to the man. It was upsetting to Toshinori as well, but for the life of him he couldn't seem to get Izuku to speak about what was going on.
And he had tried.
Almost every other day for the past three months. And the only reasons that he seemed able to come up with for the boy not telling him anything was either because he thought that he could handle it himself and hadn't yet realized that he was fighting an uphill battle and losing badly. Or there was something else going on that the kid either felt he shouldn't speak about- or was being threatened not to speak about by someone.
Which meant that what was going on was bad. Really, really, really bad.
Like he might become suicidal if shit kept going the way it was sort of bad.
"Has anyone spoke to his mother?" Shota finally managed to calm himself down enough to ask. Toshinori made a small sound in the back of his throat and was about to reply when another one of the kids spoke up for him.
"Dude's, d-do you not know?" The question was stammered out and sounded slightly hesitant to the two men, causing them to lock eyes on the student that had spoken before the kid made a weird little 'eeek' sound and quickly ducked his head before another student explained in a sad tone.
"Midoriya's mom was hit by a car four months ago and killed instantly upon impact."
Toshi's jaw automatically dropped open in horror as sorrow welled up within him for his boy. He hadn't spoken to the woman but a handful of times, but from how much Izuku had spoken of her, he had grown to adore her almost as much as his boy did.
He felt...horrible for not knowing what had happened to her. Much less attending her funeral. Oh dear god... Was that why his boy was always so agitated when he was near proximity to him now? Because he hadn't known and hadn't attended his beloved mother's funeral?
If that was the case then he'd be sure to apologize on his knees and beg his forgiveness no matter now long it took him to get it.
Shota merely let out a string of vile oaths that no one with virgin ears should ever be made to hear. Honestly he wasn't a hundred percent cure how the students managed to listen to such oaths without their ears bleeding. Much less react to them in any way.
The blasted brats didn't even bat an eyelash at Shota. Though some of the girls did stare at him wide eyed.
Finally managing to snap his jaw closed, Toshinori was about to open his mouth again to chastise Shota for swearing in such a way in front of such young and impressionable kids when his office door suddenly slammed open causing everyone of the kids to jump and automatically seek out the nearest exit as Present Mic appeared in his doorway along with a very quiet principal Nezu.
"Toshinori! Shota! Two of the kids from 1-A have been injured in some sort of conflict. Get your butts down to the infirmary now!" Present Mic said in a somber tone.
Both men simply stared at him for a moment, unsure of whether or not he was yanking their legs when Shota finally asked. "Which kids?" At least half of his class had been present in Yagi's office up until just a minute ago.
"Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya." No sooner than Izuku's name was dropped, both men practically went barreling out of the office, leaving Present Mic and Nezu standing there as Present Mic asked in a soft tone.
"I think that we should have told them about Izuku's state before sending them off."
"Why? So they can just drive themselves even madder than they already will with unanswered questions. I've known from day one that Midoriya-chan wasn't what she appeared to be. And I'm sure that she has her reasons for not saying anything to anyone. However if I had known that something like this would happen to one of my students- I would have spoken up much sooner."
"I still think that we still should have warned them about her condition."
Nezu said nothing for a few moments, his analytical mind was still going over what he knew had happened between Midoriya and Bakugo.
It didn't take a genius to figure out from the girl's physical state that young Bakugo had done irreparable damage to her person. Possibly her being and her future as well. Especially since when he had seen her up close, he had smelled it. The scent of new life deeply rooted within her.
It would be difficult to allow her to continue her schooling here at U.A because of the dangers that much of the curriculum posed. But he certainly wasn't going to expel the poor girl for circumstances beyond her control.
Still, they would have to figure out something for her to do if she wished to stay. She would also need counseling and health care that was beyond what Recovery Girl could provide at the moment. Which meant that he would have to arrange something outside of the school for her.
He'd also have to investigate what had happened to her and see if criminal charges should be pressed against young Bakugo. And if charges were pressed- the boy would be spending the next few years in prison. And that was only if he was lucky. Depending on the degree of damage done to Midoriya-chan, the boy just might have the book thrown at him and spend the next twenty or so years in a maximum state prison with no hope of parole.
Which meant that if this was leaked to the press- they'd have a field day questioning what kind of people U.A was trying to teach and help become pro hero's.
Aizawa and Toshinori both hit the doors to the infirmary in record time. Both of their hearts were in their throats, and there was a strange sense of dread that filled their being as they took in one of the prone figures stretched out on one of the cots where Recovery Girl was hovering, anxiously.
At first glance neither men seemed to recognize who the figure on the cot was.
To them it was just some kid.
But then as Recovery Girl stepped back a little bit and Toshi made a weird little choking noise and took an unsteady step forward as Aizawa turned his head to look at the man. His skin had gone completely ashen, and he looked more sickly than usual as he stumbled over to the cot and stared down at the kid for a moment before letting out a strangled sob and falling to his knees next to the kid and simply muttering over and over again.
"My boy, my boy-" Frowning at his reaction, Aizawa began to walk over to assess his student when Recovery Girl walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him away from the child's side. Though it was more than easy to see that he was reluctant to leave it.
Once he was on his feet again and out of the way, Recovery Girl made sure to close the curtain after dimming the light a little bit so that the kid could rest and then turned to the two men with a furious expression on her face and said in an eerily calm tone, "We need to talk." And motioned for them to follow her into the little side office where she kept her medical files and such.
Once in there, the two men grabbed a seat and sat down across from her at her desk as she picked up the thick, no doubt updated medical file that likely belonged to Midoriya and quickly scanned it before shutting it and then looking at them before asking, "Did either of you know?"
The two were silent because- well they didn't exactly understand her question. Did they know what? They both wondered before the woman hissed at them. "Did either of you know that Midoriya was a girl? That she is having a little bit of an identity crisis? That she's been attacked both inside and outside of this school by young Bakugo- and sustained wounds that she's been hiding from everyone for the duration of the time she's been here. Did. You. Know?"
Both men could only stare at her in shocked, stupefied silence as they tried to process everything that she had just dumped on them. The fact that she was a girl, was somewhat easier to understand than most of what she had just told them.
The whole identity crisis thing- they became a little bit lost on. How does a kid of barely sixteen years have an identity crisis anyways? They didn't understand that part much and both would have to do some studying just to figure some shit out.
The whole Bakugo thing- they sort of knew of. Though not to the extent that Recovery Girl was obviously implying. In the men's defense though, they did generally pay attention when the little blond firecracker had a tendency to attack the greenette and threaten Midoriya with severe bodily harm and even death.
But that was usually here at school. Where they were kept separated after the last time the blond tried to kill the kid during a training exercise.
As for the other stuff mentioned, no- no they knew nothing of it. And yes, they would be having words with Izuku-chan... But only once she was healed up- Recovery Girl's voice cut through both of their thoughts like a knife and the two looked at her as she spat out, "That isin't even the worst of it- I had to do a rape kit on your student due to the condition she was in upon her arrival... I've already contacted someone to come and take it to the nearest hospital along with a cheek swab from Bakugo and if it matches the semen I found inside of young Midoriya- then that boy will be in a heap of trouble."
"You mean if I don't kill him first." Toshinori finally said in a tone that was laced with nothing but pure venom and hatred and rage after several moments, his form shifting from his skeletal one to that of his muscle form. His only thoughts were of doing away with Katsuki Bakugo for harming his heir.
No- young Midoriya was more than simply his heir. She was his friend and student and she relied on him to protect her while she was being trained to use her quirk correctly. And. He. Had. Failed. Her.