Okay- sorry for not updating like I intended to a week or more ago- I've been busy with Christmas, filling orders, sending them out to my customers and then on Monday of this week the unthinkable happened.

My 37yr old husband had a brain bleed that caused a really bad stroke. And now I am running myself ragged trying to take care of that and everything else. Like getting food stamps and signing him up for disability.

It also means that I have to shut down my Etsy store. Possibly for good. But before I can do that I need to sell as much as I can so that I'll have some extra money to pay bills and get groceries and such. Because in two weeks he will no longer receive a paycheck from his work place.

So- if this chap is too short; sorry. I'm doing my best.

Toshinori didn't bother coming out of his hiding spot for the rest of the movie marathon the previous day. Especially once Aizawa whipped out his cell and kept making an attempt to take a pic of the man as he cowered so that he could later turn it into some sort of meme and post on the internet for funsies.

The rest of the day and night was pretty standard as far as their routine went.

It was the next morning that sort of threw Izuku for a shitty loop. She had known that something was up from the second that she felt someone gently shaking her awake and cracked open an eye to see Aizawa hovering with a worried/more than averagely pissed look on his face.

"Sensei?" She rasped as he slowly removed his hand from her and cut her off before she could say or ask anything with a quick and softly spoken assurance. No- that was wrong. It wasn't so much as an assurance as it was a fucking promise.

One that he was dead set on keeping.

"No matter what you may hear said later today once Toshi get's back, or how he might act- I'll protect you."

Frowning at his not so carefully chosen words, Izuku slowly pushed herself upright into a sitting position in her bed and looked around for her blond mentor, and found him oddly missing from the room before looking back at Aizawa with a questioning look only to have him avoid looking at her.

Dread began to blossom in her chest, making it feel as if it were just a little bit harder to breathe when her sensei seemed to pick up on her distress and quickly threw out, "Why don't you get dressed and I'll take you off campus for some breakfast and some baby shopping?"

It didn't have the total desired effect on her, but after a few moments of watching her with his dark eyes, he noticed that she gradually began to relax a little bit before she moved to do as he suggested.

When Toshinori had gotten the call to go to the detention center that young Bakugo was being held in to speak with the boy about what he had done to his young student, he had expected a great deal of things.

Seeing the place go up in an very big and violent explosion (possibly with everyone inside), walking in on a riot, seeing a throne of bloody skulls and bones made out of the bodies of the people that the kid had fried with his quirk and a lot of other disturbing stuff, sure.

Walking into the small room where he would be speaking with the teen only to pause in the door upon spying the scene before him and trying to wrap his head around it- not so much.

There before him was young Bakugo, being choked out by an very angry, yet attractive platinum blond woman who had apparently make an attempt to get closer to the teen so that she could finish him off but was being held back by a tall man in his late thirties to early forties whom seemed to be straining as he tried to hold the hissing and spitting and cussing woman back.

"Mizuki you can't kill him!" The man shouted before the woman growled out in a tone not totally unlike young Bakugo's own usual tone.

"The fucking hell I can't! Did you even hear what this little shit stain did to poor Izuku?! That girl didn't deserve to be hurt like that by this little bitch."

"Of course I heard, but you still can't kill him!" The man practically whined.

"Fine, be a dick! But if I can't kill him then I can sure as hell remove his-" She didn't say anything more. Instead she simply gave a creepy, toothy smile that reminded Toshinori of one of those damned demons straight out of those damned horror movies Izuku had watched last night as the woman removed one hand from the teen's throat and slowly lowered her other hand to hover dangerously over his pant covered crotch as sparks began to dance dangerously in her palm.

"Whoa!" Toshinori practically shouted in alarm. He needed to stop this. He needed to stop this right now before it was too late.

Moving quickly with the efficiency of someone with decades of experience he somehow found himself across the room with his fingers wrapped carefully around the woman's wrists and pulled her away from the teen who fell to the floor coughing and wheezing inbetween vilely spoken oaths that should never pass the lips of one so young.

"Okay, I think that's enough family time," Toshinori said in his firmest tone as the two adults looked at him oddly. "I think you two should say goodbye and go."

The man had a little bit of a relieved look on his face to see someone else apparently taking his wife in hand, whereas the woman looked like she was damned near ready to unman him just to get back at young Bakugo's throat.

"Fine," The woman spat as she yanked her wrists free and sent the teen on the floor a scathing glare before snapping, "I'll just be back for the bitch later." And then turned and grabbed her husband by the shirt collar and made for the door.

Toshinori watched the two leave with an almost amused look on his face before shifting his attention to the teen and wondering what exactly he was supposed to say to the little bastard? He simply didn't know anymore.

This boy had been one of his students. Someone with a promising future as a hero. And he had thrown it all away for what? Toshi wouldn't dare demean Izuku by labeling the act that the boy had forced on her as mere sex. That would be cruel...

An inferiority complex? Hell everyone knew that the kid had had one triggered by the fact that Izuku not only lived and breathed, but was simply a better person with a much more promising future. Everyone adored Izuku simply for being the sweet kid that she was.

Whereas young Bakugo had been spoiled when he shouldn't have been.

"Do you need help up?" Toshinori asked the teen as soon as his coughing and wheezing had subsided completely. The boy gave him a slight nod and Toshi started to move to pick him up off of the floor, but at the last second decided against it.

Anything that the boy said to him could be said from there. There was no need to dirty his hands picking the piece of shit up.

Straightening back to his full height, Toshinori squared his shoulders and said, "We need to talk, you and I. And I expect honest answers."