I'm disappointed at everyone for wanting Izuku to suffer yet another trauma by losing her baby. Stop focusing so much on the detail of how the child was created and focus instead on the many reasons why she loves it and thinks it should live.

Toshinori stood at a discreet distance, eavesdropping on Aizawa and Izuku's conversation with each other knowing that at any moment he may have to drop the items in his arms and quickly step in to prevent his friendly rival from causing the poor girl even more damage by giving her his real thoughts.

It wasn't that Aizawa had anything against children personally- in fact he rather liked them. It was only children that were biproducts of rape that he had something against.

The reason was a somewhat deep and complicated one. Mostly because Shota himself was a biproduct of a particularly vicious rape, and had been kept by an already overly distraught woman- he'd suffered a lot of painful things at his mother's hands while growing up.

Much of which had done a number on his self esteem and instilled a deep hatred and loathing for the act itself and anyone weak enough to reduce themselves to forcing themselves on another person in such a disgusting way.

It had taken him a lot of years to bury many of his inner demons. And this incident with young Midoriya was hitting just a tad bit too close to home for the man and dredging up things best left alone.

Still Toshi couldn't help but smile a little bit once the man seemed to realize that Izuku was nothing like his own poor mother had been. She wasn't the type of person to let something so damaging destroy her. Nor would she let it- or anything else destroy her unborn child.

If anything, Toshi could easily see his sweet girl being a fiercely protective mother of the child and raising the little one to be a better person than it's father could ever hope to be no matter how difficult things proved to be for her in the upcoming years.

Swallowing past the sudden lump that had formed in his throat, he took a moment to collect himself before stepping out from around the corner and walking over to Shota and Izuku with a wide, innocent looking grin plastered on his face as he held the pillows out to the teen and then busied himself with fussing with the blanket for a moment as he caught Shota's uneasy stare for a heartbeat before breaking eye contact with the man.

"Here you go. All nice and snug as a bug." He said as he finally finished up fixing the couch into Izuku's personal nest. The girl gave him a faint smile and snuggled down a little bit into her blanket as Shota finally handed her to TV remote and then moved himself away from her so that she could find something to occupy her mind while he dragged Toshinori off and vented a little bit.

Toshi was in the middle of saying that he'd bring her something to eat in a few more minutes and asked her what it was she'd like when Aizawa grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, causing the blond to yelp as he was dragged off.

The moment that they were far enough away from the common room and Izuku to prevent the girl from hearing what he had to say, he abruptly released the blond man and let him rub at his neck while eyeing Shota's back as the man slowly lifted his arms to run his fingers through his messy, wavy black hair as Toshinori finally asked, "Are you alright Shota?"

The man wheeled on him and snarled like a rabid animal, "Fuck no I'm not okay! She asked my opinion on whether or not she should keep that bastard's child and I- I balked at telling her what I really thought because of that sweet freakin look on her face when she touched her stomach!"

"I think that you handled it rather well." Toshinori said gently and cringed as the man practically growled at him like a rabid animal.

"Handled it well- I handled that damned mess well... If I had handled that half as well as you seem to think I wouldn't be tempted to go out there and punch her in the stomach until she loses the fucking thing."

"Shota!" The blond cried, shocked by the man's words.

Shota seemed a little bit shocked by them too for a moment or so. Because his pacing slowed to a crawl and for a moment he looked positively ill before going on to say in a much softer, yet, still venom filled tone. "I-I can't help it Toshi. That fucking thing is going to ruin her life."

"You don't know if the child will ruin her life or not- Shota."

"I do. I do know because I ruined my mother's life and- and-" Shota started to say as his anxiety began to well up until he simply couldn't hold it back anymore. The floodgate in his mind started to open. Bombarding him with memories of his late mother, and his childhood and how horrific everything had been up until he had run away from home when he had been in middle school.

It was a secret that very few knew about his life, for privacy reasons and such- but Shota himself was the biproduct of a particularly vicious rape that had left his mother broken not just in body, but in mind as well. And due to the fact that he looked very much like his father, he'd spent a majority of his childhood being abused and hurt and starved for the affection that his mother had withheld from him for so long.

If not for Toshinori, Present Mic and a few others that they worked with and knew well, Shota's life would have been considerably different. Not to mention much, much shorter.

Reaching out, Toshinori grasped the near panicking man by the arms and pulled him close to him and wrapped his arms around him knowing that right now he would appreciate having someone to chase the demons in his mind away. Shota buried his face against Toshi's shoulder and took several deep, shuddering breaths in an effort to regain control of his frayed emotions.

He didn't like this. He didn't like this one little bit.

Izuku… He didn't want this senseless tragedy to ruin her.