A look of disdain fell over Bakugo's face. "What?! Are you copying me, extra?!" He asked, gesturing to the fact that he, too, was wearing a long black shirt and jeans.

"Wha- no!" Midoriya stammered back. "I'm just wearing something comfortable!"

"Gentlemen. Cab." All Might interrupted. "Mr. Aizawa will be escorting you."

"Be well." Toshinori sighed, a hand on each of the boys' shoulder. "BOTH of you. I mean it. You're destined for greatness, not sadness."

Katsuki felt himself about to cry, so he turned around. "Whatever. I said I was fine, but your quirk isn't hearing, so whatever."

Izuku smiled, weakly. "Goodbye, All Might. I will return better than before." The teen said, making a fist and smiling, wide.

The sun would not set for a while, despite it being after-school hours. Bakugo got into the van first and sat by the window after Aizawa took his suitcase. Midoriya handed over his duffel bag and sat in the other seat, behind the driver, while Aizawa took a seat between the two teens, but back behind a row. He was still able to physically restrain them, should one open the door to roll out.

The drive to Tokyo was about two hours with traffic. Now the sun was streaked with orange and pink, staining the sky, beautifully. Midoriya took a picture as they neared the city.

Shota was reminded to take their phones away.

"My mom- she worries. A lot. Can I please keep it to call her?" Midoriya asked, innocently.

Aizawa softened his killer gaze and took the phone. "You may call her on the phones at the center. It'll be okay." He assured.

Katsuki handed over his phone, angrily. "I'm glad you're taking my phone." Bakugo lied. "My 'rents can't STOP calling me."

The Tokyo Trauma Institute, or T.T.I. Was located in the North-Eastern corner of the busy Japanese city, attached on the campus of a new hospital, but far enough away to give peace-of-mind and a sense of serenity. Midoriya hopped out first. Bakugo followed. They looked up at the tall glass building and tracked a helicopter with their eyes, heads following. It was landing on a helipad atop the roof of the building to their right and first responders rushed out to meet it, where someone was rushed in.

"Let's go, gentlemen." Aizawa ordered, waving to the cab driver, who was headed off for the night. Shota didn't know how long intake would take for the boys, so he'd have to call a late night cab from Tokyo's taxi district late. Luckily, Principal Nezu had mercy and gave him Wednesday off.

The glass doors slid to the side and the group walked through the lobby and out to a courtyard.

Tokyo Trauma Institute:
Health, Healing, Hope

Katsuki frowned, reading the sign. Izuku felt his stomach shift. They walked around the sandy rock garden in the middle and listened to the gentle "plunk" of the bamboo fountain, located in the middle of the courtyard. They entered the lobby of this building and Aizawa sat the boys down on a bench, while he checked them in.

"Good evening, sir. Are you checking in yourself, or another?" A woman asked at the front desk.

"My students from U.A. Bakugo, Katsuki and Midoriya, Izuku." Aizawa answered. "I believe I was told to look for Honda."

"Ah, yes. He will be out in a minute." The desk-woman smiled. "He's been manning the behind-the-scenes today. Have a seat and we will call you to begin intake." She gestured.

Bakugo was pretending to read a magazine, as was Midoriya: a way to listen in and not have to talk to eachother at the same time.

Shota looked at the nervous kids. He came to sit beside them. "Nervous?" He asked.

Katsuki scoffed and Izuku nodded.

"Ugh. Why did Todoroki get to go on a damn work-study and we get stuck here?" Bakugo began.

Aizawa said nothing. He knew the truth. Shoto had been placed here a week ago- just after the kids saved Bakugo and All Might lost his powers. It was the power of the "parental network" that Endeavor actually reached out to Bakugo's parents, who reached out to Inko Midoriya. They all decided the best thing was to send their kids to state-of-the-art residential on the school's yen.

Quicker than either boy liked, they were called back and found themselves in a backroom. There was only one Aizawa and so they had to take turns doing TWO sets of admission paperwork at once. The man called Kenji Honda came out to asses the boys.

He started with a handshake to each boys and asked how their day was. Neither boy responded.

"And yet all they do is talk in my class..." Shota dead-panned.

Kenji laughed from his belly and turned around two folders to the boys. "Welcome to T.T.I." He said. "It's a big adjustment but I'm sure you'll make friends and find healing here."

"Don't put money on it." Katsuki griped.

Izuku swallowed, audibly.

Honda laughed again. "Okay, okay. We'll see. I'll give you a minute for paperwork. About thirty minutes. Until then, I can bring you all some tea and dango. A little sugar to keep you going."

Aizawa looked up. "I apologize for not being able to make morning admission, but we couldn't afford to wait another day for either. Our first- has he adjusted?" He asked, voice lower on the question.

Kenji nodded. "I assure you- in his own way."

Shota was okay with that answer. It would be a while until the boys got to their room and he was sure that Todoroki was probably asleep. He had no power on the rooming situation, but legend had it from a phone call Natsuo had, updating President Nezu- his little brother was proving to be a handful. He had a separate bedroom, even.

After they had warm-not-hot tea and a stick of dango, they boys were brought to separate evaluation rooms and any scars of marks were documented to ensure the staff knew if the kids were prone to self harm. Shota took the time to rat Katsuki out as a former-self-harmer in the moment and Izuku as current, though only Midoriya had scars because they couldn't get him in with Recovery Girl before bringing him here.

"We have a nurse with a healing quirk." Kenji said. "We are used to dealing with these kind of situations. Can you tell me anything about their backgrounds, trauma-wise?"

Aizawa sighed and leaned back. "Izuku Midoriya: lived with a single mother, Inko. He blames himself for Bakugo's kidnapping. Katsuki Bakugo: lives with two parents, mother and father, typical home model. He was taken by Villains. You've seen the news, I'm sure. And so I worry about how he will deal with the other patients. Watch him with people, and the other with sharp things."

Honda leaned in. "And you're quirk: erasure, right?"

Shota was annoyed, but not by the man in front of him- just at the fact that he had always planned to be an UNDERground superhero. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"We use quirk canceling anklets," Kenji admitted, before adding, "-For the first week or until they graduate off of them, of course."

"Todoroki?" Aizawa asked, knowing the answer.

"Oh. He wears two." Honda said, awkwardly. "Still."

The teens returned, clothes on, and were told to say "goodbye" to their instructor. Each received a hug and a wish of wellness from their teacher and before they understood the technology, an anklet was snapped on.

Aizawa felt his eyes water. He didn't want to cry in front of the students he failed, and he walked out to the sounds of Bakugo being sedated and Midoriya trying to calm his friend down.

"Eraserhead, turn in your badge. It's your fault. They're your kids. YOUR DAMN KIDS." He muttered to himself, playing, if nothing else, the blame game.