Toshi handed Izuku the juice that he had gotten for her from Recovery Girl's private fridge, in her office and sat back down in the chair that his ass had previously been warming and watched as his heir opened her drink with trembling hands and then took a long drink from it before finally asking her, "If your up to it... Will you tell me what happened? When did it start happening and- why didn't you try to tell anyone?"

Izuku was slow to register his question. And a tad bit slower on removing the juice container from her mouth before finally saying in a numb tone, "The why of things is easy to explain. It would...have made you see how weak I really am. How unworthy of being the one to carry on your legacy... I didn't want that. I didn't want to let you down or disappoint you."

Toshi made a fist in his lap and tried to tamp down on the need to punch something into oblivion as she went on while he listened intently. "Everything started about three months ago. A few weeks after mom died. I was still...processing I guess. And Ka-chan was pissed about something that I had seemingly done, as usual. I didn't think nothing of it until he started grabbing me after classes were done for the day and dragging me off to various isolated area around the school. At first all he did was beat me... Which is nothing new- I'm used to him hitting me for one reason or another. But not long after that, the situation snowballed and he- he..." She paused as she brought a hand up to her mouth for several moments before plowing on in a hollow tone.

"The first time he raped me, was in my dorm room. It's isolated. Sound proof. No cameras. I'm not going to lie and say that I put up a hundred percent of a fight- I didn't. I couldn't-" Toshi opened his mouth to ask why when she suddenly spat out. "How could I? Under those conditions? I can't control my quirk the way everyone else can! If I had put up anymore of a fight I would have killed him! And no amount of reports or investigations would have been able to clear me of murder charges when Ka-chan has a weaker quirk that I do! I would have been labelled a villain and my dream would have died then and there. So I did the only thing that I could! I gritted my teeth and took it. I took every degrading and humiliating thing he did and said to me and hid it because I was scared and ashamed..." She said, choking over the words as she spoke them.

Toshinori felt something twist in his gut as he stared at her, his mind mulling over her responses to his questions as he realized with a sickening sense of dread and horror that she was right. If she had used her quirk on Katsuki outside of classes or training scenario's overseen by Aizawa or someone else on the teaching staff here at the school- she would have been labelled as a murderer.

It wouldn't have mattered if she was being hurt. Used. Or abused and raped.

The law that governed super powered individuals was so oddly unfair at times that it wasn't even funny. Especially the laws that governed those with strength enhancement quirks.

And the fact that she would have been labelled as a villain and put behind bars, and her future ruined- all for simply making an attempt at defending herself- was beyond horrifying to him. Yet what was even more horrifying was the possibility that Bakugo had known this fact just as well as Izuku had when he had first decided to go after her.

Which meant that there was the possibility that he had been planning something like this for a while. Oh that little bastard- When Toshinori finally got his hands on the little shit, he'd be lucky to walk away with just a few broken bones instead of a broken neck. Then again, he'd have to find a way to get to the kid and get alone with him for two minutes first.

But with Aizawa also aware of the situation, and with Shota being- well...Shota- there was a decent fifty-fifty chance that the man may up and decide to rip the little fucker a new asshole when no one was paying any attention. Especially given how fond he was of his little 'problem child'.

Finally managing to find his voice past the lump in his throat, Toshinori looked at his distraught heir and felt his shoulders slump a little bit in defeat as he watched her struggle to regain control of her turbulent emotions, only to fail and start crying again from the shame of it all.

Uncertain of what to say to assure the girl and give her comfort, he decided to speak about the root of her concerns in the hopes of perhaps being able to finally give her the peace of mind that she so desperately needed right now. "Izuku, you are far from weak and unworthy of being my heir," He paused for a moment to gauge her reaction to his words and found that she had stopped crying somewhat and was now only hiccupping. Which he supposed was good, since it meant that she was listening, so he continued. "If anyone is weak, or unworthy- it is I."

"I am supposed to be your teacher, your comrade and greatest confidant and friend...and yet, you did not trust me enough to speak of what was happening so that I could stop it. And I think I know why that is... It's because I failed to notice the signs for what they were- they were right there in front of me- and though I saw them, I didn't know what they meant. If I know you half as well as I think I do- then you've been waiting this whole time. Hoping, praying, your heart bleeding a little more each day from my failings. I failed you and do not deserve the honor of being your teacher." He said as he bowed his head to her, the shame of his failings feeling like a lead weight settling on each of his shoulders, causing them to droop just a bit more from the strain of trying to hold them up.