It had been about three hours since Aizawa had sat himself down in Midoriya's room while Toshinori had conked out and was currently softly snoring away half on, half off of his cot where he had collapsed earlier in the middle of a conversation with the dark haired man.

Leaving Shota to his own vices. Which really wasn't much of a bad thing, except for the fact that the man couldn't seem to keep himself from wondering if there was anything that anyone could have done to make things different for Izuku and her situation.

It wasn't going to be easy picking up the pieces of the young teen's life. Even more so if she really was pregnant with Bakugo's kid and would have to live with the constant reminder of her current suffering for either until she lost the kid, or gave it up for adoption.

God he hoped that she gave the kid up. Truly he did.

But if there was one thing he knew about his favorite problem child, it was that she didn't have a mean or hateful bone in her body. And as such- option three was looking more and more like it would be the choice that she ran with. And as much as he knew and understood that the child that she could be carrying wasn't at fault for the sins of it's father- even though he knew that it was wrong- he still wanted to hate it.

If only because it was part of Bakugo.

A part that never should have been.

But then again his logical mind acknowledged that his student was probably far stronger than many in her place. She was beaten, bent and a tad bit frayed at the seams- but she was far, far from broken.

He would have to keep a much, much closer eye on her from now on. He decided. Of course that meant helping Toshinori out more than he had originally anticipated- but since Izuku had been injured on his watch- he held a certain amount of responsibility to do right by her since he had failed her so badly.

Seeing the kid shift awkwardly beneath the blankets, causing them to slip and fall from her shoulders a bit, Shota was quick to reach out and pull the blankets back into place so that the girl wouldn't catch a chill.

The last thing she needed at this point was to catch a cold and start running a fever, making her even more miserable than she probably was already. Especially since the worst part of the aftermath had probably yet to come.

He started to pull his hand back from tucking the blankets back into place around her when she made a small sound, indicating that consciousness was returning to her and quickly retracted his hand so as not to alarm her upon awakening.

He was sure that the last thing she wanted was to feel someone's hands on her while she was still half asleep and didn't give her permission for the contact.

Moss green eyes fluttered, once, twice, and then finally opened and blinked before she tried pushing herself up into a sitting position with a soft hiss.

"Careful, kid. You should take things slow and not move around too much." He said after a moment or so of silence. She looked at him for a moment and frowned and asked,

"A-Aizawa sensei? What are you doing here?"

"I decided to help Toshinori out. Especially since the guy needed to grab some sleep."

"Oh." Was all she seemed able to say for several moments before he said in an offhanded manner,

"I have to say, I didn't expect you awake until much later in the day given how little Toshinori said that you slept last night. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. Hurting. But fine."

Frowning, he glanced over to Toshinori and wondered vaguely if he should awaken him so that he could sit with her while he went to get Recovery Girl so that she could be checked out. But something held him back. Partcially because he wasn't sure if the pain that she was feeling was natural after having several healing sessions with the woman, or if it was something else that was hurting her.

"D-Do I need to go and get Recovery Girl or call an ambulance or something?"

"Nah. I always feel like this after Ka-chan..." She winced slightly at the mention of her tormentor's name causing him to gnash his teeth in frustration as his heart ached while she tacked on in a small voice. "Ya know?"

He didn't, not really. But the implications of what she was speaking of angered him anew.

"No. I don't know."

"Ah, well if you ever reach some point during a fight or something where it feels as if your insides have been shredded by fiery glass- especially your reproductive organs- then you'll know how I feel right now." Izuku said wryly. Mocking her own pain and grief as if they were something amusing in which she expected him to laugh and find humor at.

Shota remained quiet for a length of time, wondering if this was how she had always felt after Bakugo had gotten a hold of her. And wondered yet again how he had fucking missed it? It wasn't like he was blind or anything. So shouldn't he have picked it up?

Limping, an abnormal amount of bruising, blood where there shouldn't have been any- "Tell me Midoriya, aside from the whole gender thing- how did you manage to hide what Bakugo was doing to you so well if he hurt you so badly?" Shota finally asked. His curiosity was killing him.

He needed to know.

Moving from his seat to the edge of the bed, he leaned into her personal space a little bit and said in an insistent tone. "Please tell me. I need to know how I could have failed as your teacher so badly..."

"It's simple. You weren't looking for injuries consistent with rape and such. So it was easy to hide the injuries, and the pain behind a façade. I've been keeping secrets and wearing masks ever since my before my mom died. I was nine when I started dressing and acting like a boy. I even went so far as to change my name, wear a short wig, specially made out of my natural hair to hide the actual length of it since mom wouldn't let me cut it."

"I have makeup that I use to hide blood and bruises. A supply of clothing and bandages that hide the things that can normally be seen rather easily. And as for everything else, I took very specific pain meds that my mom used to get for me so that walking, running, jumping even breaking bones during training wouldn't hurt me overly much. So you see- it isn't like you really failed me really. You just didn't see what was there because I made it more difficult to spot. And to be honest- I didn't really want anyone to see the real me and what Ka-chan was doing to me."

She was starting to get visibly upset now, he could see it in her expression as well as hear it in the way her voice was trembling. And suddenly he felt sorry for pushing her to answer his question.

She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something else, only to abruptly snap it shut and clap a hand over her mouth as her face went dangerously pale. He sat there for a moment wondering what was wrong now when she tried to push the covers off of her and move towards the direction of the bathroom.

Bristling slightly as he finally caught on to what was wrong, he noted that she wasn't able to move fast enough to reach the bathroom and quickly turned his head and scanned the room for a waste basket that she could use for now. Upon finding one, he got up and ran across the room and grabbed it up off of the floor and then returned to the bed and put it under her just in time for her to start puking.

Moving so that he was on his knees beside her on the bed, he grabbed her long hair and pulled it back out of her way as she heaved again and again, pausing for several moments here and there to cough and whimper in distress as he absently rubbed her back between her shoulders.

They were like that for a good ten minutes before she finally pushed weakly at his chest in an effort to get him to back off a little bit.

Getting the message loud and clear, Shota placed the waste basket on the floor next to the bed so that it was still within reach just in case she had need of it again and then backed off and watched as she curled up on her side on the bed sweating, shaking and panting from the exertion being ill had taken on her.

"You okay?" He asked as he looked her over in concern. Perhaps he should call Recovery Girl after all. He thought to himself as he reached out and grabbed the blankets that she had thrown off of her in an effort to reach the bathroom and pulled them up over her form, again.

She gave him a shaky looking smile as he knelt down beside the bed and brushed her hair back from her pale, clammy skin. "Why don't you try to get some more rest." It wasn't a suggestion like his gentle tone implied. It was an order that he expected her to obey.

"B-But what about classes?"

"You're not going to be going for a little while."

"I'll fall behind..."

"You'll be fine. Toshinori's planning to work with you on a special training regimen to keep you from falling behind any." Shota assured her as he ran his fingers though her black-green hair and watched as her eyes slid closed again. He kept running his fingers through her hair even as her breath evened out in sleep once again before he finally removed his hand from her and went back to his seat to resume his watch.