"Was that wise? To give in to her request like that?" Shota asked/demanded to know the moment that the door was closed behind them. Toshinori gave him a peculiar look before replying in a soft tone,

"Probably not. But I think I can sort of understand how she is feeling right now."

"Oh really," Shota said in an almost growling tone as he then tacked on, "Because this morning she told me that she felt as if her insides had been shredded by fiery glass. And now she wants to go running. I'm no fucking doctor but I'm fairly certain that if she's still in that much pain then she shouldn't be running around!"

Toshinori paled a little bit at the whole, 'insides shredded by fiery glass' remark and looked more than a little bit nauseous for a moment or so before finally saying slowly, "I...understand how you feel, Shota. Truly I do but- look at things from her point of view. The first time that young Bakugo-"

"Don't! Say. His. Worthless. Fucking. Name. As far as I'm concerned that boy is nothing but a rabid animal in desperate need of putting down. He doesn't deserve to be recognized as a person after what he's fucking done to her- so don't ever speak his fucking name again!"

"I- Yes, of course. Forgive me. Old habits die hard I'm afraid." Toshinori said hesitantly as he faced the angry dark haired man. Shota scoffed but said nothing for several moments as Toshi then carefully tacked on, "If you're really as worried as you seem to be then you could come will us just in case she collapses or something."

Shota looked towards the girl's bedroom door for a moment and then huffed as he said, "Give me five minutes." And with that slunk off and left Toshi standing there alone in the hallway, waiting for Izuku to finish up changing when Shota came back wearing his usual clothes, just different shoes as the door to the room slowly opened and Izuku stepped out and quietly closed her door behind her and automatically began to fidget as the two men eyed her for several seconds before Toshi pointed to her hair and demanded,

"W-What did you do to your hair?"

Feeling a little bit self conscious about what she had done to it, she continued to fidget a little bit longer as she said awkwardly. "I- I put it up in a ponytail."

"Yes we can see that. And it's...very nice and all but- you kind of look like a girl."

Izuku frowned at the two men for a moment before stammering out, "I- I am a g-girl."

"Yes, but now you actually look like one," Shota chimed in in a slightly stupefied tone before Toshinori added,

"Truthfully, it's a little bit disconcerting," After which he quickly seemed to realize just how hurtful his comment must have seemed to her and quickly backtracked, "Not that it looks bad or anything! Because it doesn't! You look beautiful! Radiant even!"

Izuku's eyes began to slowly tear up as a slightly hurt expression flitted across her face and Toshi kept looking from her to Shota who merely watched the spectacle he was making in silent bemusement while thinking to himself, It's like watching someone trying to drown themselves in bloody, shark infested water. Which was somewhat amusing, or at least it was until he realized that the girl was beginning to cry a little more each time Toshinori babbled something.

Finally deciding that he had stayed quiet and allowed Toshi to dig himself a hole deep enough, he reached out and put his hand on Izuku's head and affectionately ruffled her hair as he said, "Pay no mind to the bumbling idiot. You look just fine kid."

Izuku sniffled a little bit and looked up at him with those impossibly wide eyes of her before slowly nodding her head and muttering, "Thanks." as her cheeks turned a soft, fetching color of pink.

"No problem. Now are we going for a run or not?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Then let's go."

Izuku didn't say anything as Toshinori's babbling died down to a soft sigh as the three of them started walking towards the door.

The three of them ran for almost an hour in a half, along one the gravel walkways in one of the many, many school track fields for about an hour in a half before Shota and Toshinori began to notice Izuku was severely winded and holding her stomach. Her small figure shaking almost violently as the two came to a slow stop nearby the girl and simply observed for the moment to see what would happen before they intervened.

They didn't expect her to slowly sink to her knees on the ground and double over coughing as if she were about to get sick again. But once she was down, the two men exchanged a glance with each other, now totally sure that their run was over, and then moved to her side to check on her.

"Hey, you okay?"

"M-My stomach hurts-" She wheezed in between violent coughs that caused her whole body to spasm before she finally managed to squeak out in a pained tone, "I-I don't think I should run anymore."

"Alright, that's fine." Toshinori said as he reached out and carefully scooped his girl up off of the ground and started walking as she quietly curled up in his arms and buried her face against the side of his neck as she tried to catch her breath as he walked back towards the dorms with Aizawa falling into step beside him.

"Should I call Recovery Girl or an ambulance or something?" Aizawa asked curiously as he slipped his cell phone out of his pant's pocket and flipped it open.

"It couldn't hurt to have Recovery Girl come and look at her again once we're back at the dorm. The last thing we need is to have missed or overlooked some sort of trauma."

"How you hanging in there Midoriya? Stomach still hurt?" Shota asked as he eyed the girl curled up in Toshinori's arms.

"I'll live." Came the abrupt reply before she then tacked on, "And yes my stomach still hurts."

"It's probably because you didn't eat much before we left." Toshi said.

"If I had eaten a lot and then come out to run- I would have spent most of my time on my knees puking." Izuku said, her voice muffled by pressing her face against Toshi's collarbone.

"Ah. Good point." Toshi said with a rumbling laugh that earned him a quick, jerky jab to the ribs that nearly knocked the air out of him and caused him to nearly drop his girl before he managed to catch her. Luckily Shota was there, or when his arms dropped away from her- he really would have dropped her instead of merely 'passing' her to the other man whom then juggled her for a moment before finally settling her in his arms and growled at him for daring to drop her in her condition.

Toshi put his hands up in a placating gesture in an effort to calm the man as he did his best to ignore the almost painful twinge in his side where his girl had hit him. It felt as if she had ground her tiny knuckles into his ribs. It was odd just how painful it was considering how little room she'd had to maneuver and jab him with her fist.

Finally reaching the dorms again, Shota stood back and let Toshi open the door for him since his arms were full at the moment and once inside, the blond told him to go and take Izuku into the common room and make her comfortable while he made a run to her room and grabbed her blanket and a few pillows and made a phone call to Recovery Girl just in case.

Nodding his head in understanding, Shota quietly made his way to the common room and gently laid his problem child on the couch and then moved back a little bit to search for the TV remote so that he could hand it to her when Izuku asked him out of the blue while absently rubbing her stomach, "Aizawa-sensei... D-Do you think that I should keep the baby?"

Startled somewhat by her question, he couldn't help but flinch somewhat as he mulled over her question. It was on the tip of his tongue to say no. To tell her that it would be a constant reminder of what that bastard had done to her and she shouldn't have to live with such repercussions.

He wanted to tell her that the constant reminder would hurt her more and more each day no matter how much she may come to feel affection for it. He wanted to tell her that with it around, she would be subjected to people who would judge her, belittle her, and even demean her in much the same ways that Bakugo had done.

Yet as he looked down at her absently rubbing her stomach still- he closed his eyes tightly as his words turned to ash on his tongue and realization kicked in, causing his heart to stutter in his chest.

Despite what that little bastard had done to her- every agony that he had put her through over the past three months- Izuku was a far stronger person than he gave her credit for. And as much as it pained him to know; he couldn't help himself from opening his mouth and practically hissing out in a pained tone.

"You love it don't you." It wasn't a question. Not really. Merely a statement of fact that he needed to be confirmed.

Izuku was silent for a moment or so before slowly saying, "I-I can't help but love it sensei. As much as it's a part of Ka-chan...it's also a part of me as well. And hating it would be like hating myself."

"Then I suppose that is your answer." Shota said as he reached out and affectionately ruffled her hair with a gentle smile firmly glued onto his face even as he felt his heart bleeding for her.

The path chosen would be difficult, especially if she still planned to become a hero one day- and she would have to find a way to strike a balance. But with the right kind of help and support, perhaps maybe, just maybe she could pull it off.