MHA reacts to “Show the world(you love him)” by Dawn007

by alkhuzamaa

“It has come to the attention of the staff and myself,” Nezu replies, something dark and calculating in his gaze as he stares at all of them, “that there is a possibility that your relationship with Shinsō-kun is ... non consensual.”

There was nothing but an empty room. Then suddenly a series of flashing lights deposited an array of people. Among the first to recover from the sudden and jarring relocation were the pros.

Eraserhead was on his feet in seconds, hands clasped around his capture weapon and eyes darting around. Right next to him were Present Mic and Midnight, all three having been taken from the staff room.

A little bit further away, All might in his buff form took a fighting stance and glanced around in confusion and wariness.

Nezu took a moment to glance around and then decided to wait to see what happened before he reacted.

In just a few more seconds, the kids of class 1-A with the addition of Shinsou from Gen Ed managed to pull themselves apart from the tangle they had landed in. All looking wary and a little resigned.

There was another flash of light at the front of the room and a single figure appeared. They were dressed casually in black jeans and an oversized white shirt with some sort of gothic lettering. A wide array of silver earrings were in their ears and their short-ish black hair gleamed with strands of pure silver, their chunky black boots with spikes that looked sharp enough to cause significant damage. They glanced around the room and a few people startled at the flash of gold in the iris before it settled to warm brown.

"All right everyone, settle down," they said blandly. Snapping so a series of couches, beanbags, and chairs appeared around the room.

They ignored the uproar of the assembled people and the questions being shot their way. They waited for a minute to see if they would quiet down and when it didn't work, they sighed.

"Shut up," they said, their voice wasn't necessarily loud but it reverbed and echoed with power and everyone fell silent. They nodded in approval and gestured to the screen behind them. "I'm Dawn, pronouns they/them. I will be showing you a series of multiverses that relate to your universe. They will follow your anchor, who is the main character you could say. If you have any questions, just speak up. As the words switch around, more people will be taken away and brought here so don't panic. Oh, and no fighting" they concluded before disappearing in a flash of light.

Everyone gaped before glancing around and hesitantly sitting down. Class 1-A and Shinsou gathered around the right side of the room, sitting down in their preferred groups. The adults stayed on the left side, glancing around for any signs of danger.

There were quite murmurs between the people as they waited for something to happen. And a hush fell over them when the screen lit up. It said one word in the middle of the screen "Bristling"

The screen turned black for a split second before a scene of Midoriya and Shinsou appeared.

(One hand braced against the side of the sink and the other pressed against one side of his nose, Hitoshi huffs sharply. Years of long practice makes sure that he's hunched over far enough that all of the blood lands in the bowl of the sink instead of on his slightly rumpled uniform.

The hand pressed in between his shoulder blades rubs a slow, soothing path up and down the line of his spine.)

The two boys shared confused and wary looks while the rest of the audience tittered in confusion.

Bakugou looked angry as he glared at the screen, grumbling about how he should be the main character.

("Ikeda again?" Izuku's voice is a low, comforting murmur.

Hitoshi just grunts in acknowledgement as he straightens up, turning the water on and reaching for some tissue to finish the clean up process.

They both know it was Ikeda again. It always seems to be Ikeda these days, the 3-C student having made it his personal mission in life to harass Hitoshi at any given moment. And, thanks to his ability to scout out and avoid cameras and friends willing to help and enable him, he's been getting away cleanly each and every time.)

Aizawa scowled at the screen while the rest of the teachers frowned, it was uncommon for there to be bullying at UA but hopefully this was just an occurrence in this alternate universe and not for them.

Shinsou slumped down in his seat, resignation etched into his shoulders.

A couch down from him, Izuku looked at Shinsou with worry and sadness, he knew intimately what that was like and although UA had improved the situation for him, it evidently hadn't done to same to the alternate Shinsou. And by the looks of it, it hadn't improved for their Shinsou either.

'Aizawa noticed the glance Izuku sent and followed his gaze to Shinsou, making a mental note to talk to his personal student about the situation.

(A scar covered but gentle hand comes up to cup the side of his face, crooked and calloused fingers pressing carefully against his skin, turning his head to face Izuku.)

At the intimate motion, there are more than a few side glances and wide eye looks between the two boys who are watching the screen with their full concentration. Midoriya looks almost frozen and Shinsou just looks confused.

(Hitoshi can't help the way he turns into the touch, face nuzzling into it even as his skin buzzes and his spine melts just a bit like it always does when Izuku touches him.)

Anyone who wasn't eyeing them before is definitely doing so now and the two boys don't looks much better, with light traces of pink high on their cheeks as they listen to the narration and watch the soft, intimate scene.

Aizawa and Yamada share a look at the last line, they are both familiar with touch starvation and the notion of one of their students going through it hurts a little. They both silently agree to figure out if the same applies to their Shinsou and help out however they can.

(Too many years of little to no physical affection, too many touches that had ended in nothing but pain, means that every soft touch and caress Izuku gives him tends to set him on fire .)

There are more looks now but they mostly just seem sad and a little shocked. Aizawa looks absolutely furious and the rest of the teachers aren't that far behind.

(Izuku is, Hitoshi knows with some mix of rage and helplessness, worse than he is. Hitoshi sees it every single time Izuku practically liquifies when they're alone together in one of their dorm rooms and Hitoshi can get his hands in that unruly hair of his. He's made the joke more than once that he doesn't need to visit cat cafes or sneak into Aizawa and Mic's rooms to pet Chunk and Bastard anymore. Not when Izuku does enough purring for head scritches to satisfy Hitoshi's soul deep need for cat interactions.)

There are more than a few worried glances at this point. Even the students have picked up that this is not really a good thing and are looking concerned.

"What does that mean?" Uraraka asks hesitantly, breaking the careful silence. Eyes turn to her and the screen pauses. "The rage and helplessness. I mean why is that the response, it's ok to be physically affectionate right?" She adds slowly, looking more a more worried when she catches the sad look in Aizawa-Sensei and Present Mic's eyes

She turns to her best friend to see that he's staring at the screen with a blank look and a harsh intensity that makes it obvious that he's avoiding everyone's eyes. Feeling a little scared of what she might learn, she presses closer to his tense side and tries to offer comfort.

(It'd be cuter than it is if Hitoshi wasn't intimately aware of the reasons behind it or the other reminders that Izuku carries around.

'Touch starvation,' Hitoshi thinks more than a bit bitterly. 'What a bitch.')

Another concerned look between the teachers and the students glancing between the silent duo.

("You'll probably have a bruise but your nose isn't broken at least," Izuku murmurs, those vibrant green eyes of his gone sharp and dark as he stares at Hitoshi's face. The small smile he sends him does nothing to distract from the mulish sort of displeasure in his expression. "Trust me, I'd know if it was. Expert, remember?"

The call back to Izuku's still infamous anti-bone campaign forces a small but amused huff out of Hitoshi almost against his will.)

There is some snickers at that. And more than a few of them smile in relief as the mood lightens by a fraction.

(There's a reason Hitoshi had pointedly bought Izuku a strawberry milk on their first date and only half of it was because of the green tinted hair and freckles.)

The room is silent for a split second before multiple students start speaking at once. "Oh MY GOD??"

"WAIT WHAT"

"DATE??????"

the two in question glance at each other at the same time, looking noticeably more flushed now although Shinsou seems a little more confused while Midoriya is just flustered.

Everyone is now very curious to learn more and quickly quiets down so the image will continue.

("You want me to do something about him?" Izuku asks quietly, expression smoothing back out into a fond sort of sadness but that dark sort of gleam is still in his eyes.

Hitoshi feels fondness well up even higher inside of him at the question. Izuku's offer is real, Hitoshi knows it is. And it's also liable to mean anything from Izuku confronting him in the hallway to him pulling out a notebook and sending Ikeda into a physiological tailspin in under five minutes and driving him to attack Izuku so that he can legally punt the third year across campus in self defense while Todoroki and Uraraka hold up scorecards.")

There is a beat before everyone starts laughing at the image. More than a few of them look satisfied with the option. Midoriya only blushes more as Kaminari pats him on the back with an "excellent job Midori".

The teachers however have much more mixed reactions, there is a lot of amusement with vindictive satisfaction and also an exhausted "problem child" from Aizawa.

Nezu on the other hand looks delighted at the notion of his student using psychological warfare on a bully.

(Literally .)

More snickers come from the students while Aizawa pales and closes his eyes with a resigned sigh.

(The entire school had learned a lot about Izuku and his entire friend circle during the Mineta incident.)

At this, most of the girls turn to give Mineta suspicious looks. "What did he do?" Asks Jirou who is glaring at him with her Earphone Jacks raised.

From the back of the room a voice answers "you'll see". Half the room shrieks and jumps while whirling around. Turns out, Dawn had just been quietly sitting there and watching along with them. More than a little startled, they turn back to the screen to find out what mineta did.

(Aizawa regularly sends Izuku narrow-eyed searching looks these days and Yaomomo still inevitably finds a way to slide Izuku some kind of new high quality journal or expensive tea at least twice a month as a thank you.

Hitoshi honestly doesn't blame either of them. It'd been Yaomomo's panty drawer Izuku had caught Mineta raiding after all.)

There are indignant shouts from the girls of 1-A who all turn to glare at the purple midget. Jirou is about to get up and fight the little cretin when Dawn speaks up. "Leave him for now, I assure you he does get what he deserves"

Jirou looks very reluctant but sits down anyways. The girls giving Yaomomo reassuring looks and side hugs as she glares at Mineta.

(And as someone who has actually seen the inside of a few of Izuku's notebooks he's pretty

sure Aizawa's not yet reached the right levels of unsettled where Izuku's concerned.)

Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida and Tsu nod simultaneously while Izuku splutters. "They are truly terrifying, Todoroki says with the most emotion they have seen since the sports festival happened, which is very disconcerting." The rest of the Dekusquad agree with a strangely in time chorus of "most definitely"

They get more than a few looks but eventually everyone just turns back to the screen to continue.

(Honestly, on his part, the entire saga had just drop kicked Hitoshi, and possibly a large portion of the class, just a little bit deeper into love with Izuku.)

There is a pin drop silence before someone whispers "Understandable" and Izuku blushes so bright that Uraraka is concerned that he might pass out.

Theres a chorus of agreements and it does nothing to help Izuku so Uraraka holds the "same" on her tongue back and instead pats his back. "It's ok, Deku." She says soothingly with strong amusement in her voice as Izuku tries his very best to disappear into his arms.

There is a snarl before Bakugou finally erupts. "Can we just fucking continue and get this over with?" He snarls and everyone quiets down.

(But this is different. Mineta had been a confirmed pervert with multiple complaints against him who had, according to Izuku's mumblings, likely only stayed in the course so long because he had some kind of family connection working in his favor that Nezu had apparently been hoarding and cultivating.

Ikeda is an upperclassman with a clean record and good grades. He's also well liked by teachers and students alike from what Hitoshi's seen and considered an overall good person and someone to look up to.

Meanwhile Hitoshi's working with a well known acerbic personality, a record that had been only a mark or two short of disqualifying him from even applying to UA in the first place, and a lack of friendly relationships outside of his class.

Needless to say Hitoshi doesn't like those odds at all. )

Iida seems personally offended by this. "This is unbecoming of the top hero school in the country, if we can not treat people fairly within the walls, how can we be expected to do the same for the country we must protect in the future" he reprimands, slashing his hand down violently. He takes a breath to continue but the video plays before he can start.

("He's not worth it," Hitoshi finally tells Izuku with a small shrug. "And if it wasn't him it'd just be someone else. And we both know it could be worse than a few bloody noses and bruises.")

more than a few people look sadly to the purple haired boy. "That's terrible" whispers Yaomomo but she notices that a lot of her classmates seem almost understanding of the fact, like they know it's true.

(Izuku's wince is all the acknowledgement of Hitoshi's points he needs.

Because they both know the truth about how these kinds of things work. It's one of the things that had drawn them so close together so quickly once Hitoshi had pulled his head out of his ass and given into Izuku's unflinching attempts to befriend him.)

Shinsou sits up at this, beyond curious to know why exactly this version of him was apparently dating the, admittedly nice and maybe not what he expected, the golden boy of 1-A

(There's a reason why tentative friendship had tipped so quickly into infatuation. A reason why it had all led to him interrupting Izuku mid-ramble one evening with a kiss he hadn't been able to stop himself from stealing.

And, Hitoshi likes to think, there's a reason why Izuku had kissed him back that night and agreed to first a date and then to be his boyfriend.

Because when Hitoshi, after one scathing comment too many, had been told in whispered starts and stops about a quirk manifesting almost ten years late , when Izuku had finally dared to breathe the word quirkless to him, he'd connected a lot of the dots all on his own.)

Izuku freezes and looks suddenly very very pale and it doesn't go unnoticed. Suddenly everyone else seems to realize what that means at once.

Aizawa looks stricken at the information. Realizing that if this was true as he suspected based on the reaction, this was why the boy couldn't control his quirk and why he had progressed like he had

just gotten it, because he had.

Shinsou looks like he's just had the floor pulled out from under him and he's staring at the back of Midoriya head. He suddenly remembers what he told him during that match at the sports festival and feels a little guilty.

The rest of the student exchange worried glances, most of them have never met a quirkless person but there are many mutant type quirks in the class and they understand what being different can do. While the others have seen the news reports of Quirkless suicides.

(Izuku knows the darker side of their quirk-centric society just like Hitoshi does. Has lived and breathed it in ways that only Todoroki and a scant few of their other classmates ever have. Has been touched by it so deeply that even now, with his quirk manifested and finally under some degree of control, he's still affected by it in a million tiny ways that Hitoshi recognizes intimately.

Izuku still flinches just a bit every time he hears an explosion, still sits with his back to the wall and exits in sight at every chance he gets, still guards his notebooks with hunched shoulders and darting eyes. Just like Hitoshi has days where words refuse to come, where even the thought of anything or anyone touching his face makes his heart pound out a sick and heavy rhythm in his chest.)

There is a dark silence before Uraraka speaks and her voice is so harsh she can't even recognize herself. "What do you mean, still flinches at explosions." And everyone gets it. The widening of eyes and glances at a fuming Bakugou connects a lot of dots along with the memory of Bakugou almost killing Midoriya at the first battle trials. Judging from the Fuming look on Bakugou and the slumped tension on Midoriya, it's not that different in their universe.

Aizawa looks horrified at the realization. Because if it's implying what he's sure it is. He's been purposely pairing a bully and his victim together since the beginning of the year. "Fuck" he says softly, fists clenched tight in his lap.

(And even though Hitoshi knows they don't know all of each other's secrets, they do know the parts of each other that have been wounded and hurt. They know those ragged bits and pieces that form Hitoshi's bitterness and determination or Izuku's mix of anxiety and calculation and they still want to be around each other, still want to be together.

That means more to Hitoshi than he'd ever thought possible.

"I still hate it," Izuku confesses even as he steps closer to Hitoshi's side, a solid line of warm, compact muscle and safety. "I still wish this kind of thing didn't happen here. That you were

safe and people weren't so mean. I wish they'd all see how great you are and how good of a hero you're going to be. I just want ..."

"Yeah," Hitoshi cuts him off with his agreement, leaning down to press his forehead against Izuku's temple. Breathes in the comfort Izuku's offering him and exhales just a sliver of the hurt that's been churning inside of him for years now. At least he has this, has Izuku, has what they're building together between them. "Me too."

Hitoshi wishes all of those things were true too, for the both of them.)

'No one has the heart to comment on how sweet they are with the new realization hanging over their heads, not when they are processing and reviewing every interaction between Bakugou and Midoriya and growing more horrified with every second.

(As much as Hitoshi knows Izuku adores All Might the idea of going to him never comes up for what, Hitoshi is sure, is a variety of reasons.

Reasons more than likely similar as to why neither of them bother to bring up the capture scarf wearing elephant in the room either.

Neither of them want to rehash what they're both inevitably thinking whenever even the

idea of reporting the problems Hitoshi's been facing to Aizawa crosses either of their minds.)

Both All Might and Aizawa look distressed at the words. The idea of their respective students and protégés not believing that they would help hurts more than either will admit.

(Because maybe Aizawa would believe them. Maybe he'd even take their side, all burning eyes, floating hair, and righteous fury. Maybe Ikeda and his friends and all the other students who whisper and sneer about Hitoshi would finally get reprimanded and punished.

Or ...

Or maybe he wouldn't .

Maybe he'd dismiss it. Maybe he'd call it a rivalry)

Aizawa sucks in a breath like he's been stabbed, because he had. He hadn't looked at the obviously toxic dynamic his problem child had with Bakugou and decided it was rivalry instead of the now obviously bullying

(or tell Hitoshi he'll have to get a thicker skin to deal with the harshness of life. Or maybe the blame would somehow get twisted back around onto Hitoshi like it had a million and one

times before in the past. Maybe Izuku would be punished for sticking up for him, which to Hitoshi somehow feels even worse to think about.

Hitoshi doesn't want to think his mentor, the hero he looks up to, the teacher who has invested so much time into him specifically and the class as a whole already, would be like that. That this would be just another thing ignored and swept aside for one reason or another.

But that fear, that creeping, clawing insecurity that maybe he would is hard to ignore.

So for Hitoshi it just seems easier to not risk it and, as he always seems to be, Izuku is ready

and willing to back him up.

Better to wonder, better to not know, than to be faced with the worst possible outcome yet again.)

Aizawa make to speak up but a gentle squeeze on his wrist from Hizashi stops him. The blonde shakes his head. "Later' he whispers and Aizawa reluctantly slumps back down into his seat.

(Hitoshi notices immediately when the atmosphere in the school shifts.

There's normally whispers following anyone in the hero course, of course there are. The other classes, from Support to Business all the way down to General Education, all have their own reasons to watch and speculate about any of them. And Hitoshi's always been whispered about more than most of the others because of his quirk.

But this, Hitoshi realizes as he makes his way through the hall towards the cafeteria behind Iida and Uraraka with Izuku sandwiched between him and Todoroki, this feels different even by his normal standards. Not even when Ikeda and his group of idiot friends are taken into account.

No this feels like elementary and middle school all over again. Feels like days spent silent in the back of a classroom on pain of punishment. Feels like leather against his face holding his mouth shut and a hand clamped down bruisingly tight around his upper arm.

If the tension he can practically feel settling across Izuku's shoulders or the way Todoroki narrows his eyes are anything to go by he's not the only one who feels it.

The first shove takes Hitoshi by surprise, an upperclassman shoulder checking him violently as he shoves past him despite there being plenty of room in the hallway.

The second shove is even less subtle. Someone, a second year girl with watery blue hair, plows right through the small amount of space between him and Izuku without any warning. Hitoshi stumbles just a bit but keeps his feet while Izuku is rather forcefully shoved directly into Todoroki's chest.

But what really makes Hitoshi's heart sink in his chest and bile rise up in his throat, is the way she immediately whips around and focuses on Izuku. She stares at him with narrowed eyes for a split second, eyes darting over to Hitoshi and then back again, before she huffs and

stalks away.)

"oh" Shinsou thinks. His heart aching a little as he tried to be angry but just feels resignation and exhaustion.

("What was her problem?" Todoroki murmurs, a hand still on Izuku's shoulder.

"Are you okay Hichan?" Izuku asks softly, his hand reaching out to grab Hitoshi so he can tangle their fingers together.

Hitoshi can't bring himself to say anything so he just nods, that sick feeling rising up even further inside of him, because he knows .

He knows exactly what that was about. He just doesn't want to say it.

~~~

Two days pass.

Two days of being shoved in the hallways. Two days of people getting in between him and Izuku so much and so obviously that even Todoroki notices. Two days of sick despair eating at Hitoshi in a way he'd hoped, dreamed, he'd finally left behind forever.

It's almost a relief when it finally comes to a head. Almost.

"Shinsō, Midoriya," Aizawa calls out almost absently as homeroom ends on the third day and he heads for the door, "come to the teacher's lounge after class today. Don't be late."

Hitoshi has to force his shoulders not to curl inwards even as the others whisper and poke and prod at the two of them out of a cheerful sort of curiosity.

Instead he keeps his face blank, his eyes on Izuku, and his breathing even.)

there is a few relaxing postures from the tense and angry people around the rooms. Because surely the teachers will ask What's wrong and fix the issues right?

(Izuku squeezes his hand briefly before letting go as they come to a stop outside the teacher's lounge.

Hitoshi takes a quiet breath and reaches up to knock.

Aizawa's the one to open the door, ushering them back and closing it behind him even as he

turns on his heel and starts striding down the hallway.

"Follow me," Aizawa tells them without bothering to slow down or look back, leaving Hitoshi and Izuku both hurrying to follow after him.

They weave their way through the twists and turns of UA in silence before they finally come to a stop outside a door that pops open before Aizawa can knock.

"Aizawa-sensei," Principal Nezu's voice calls out from within the room, "right on time as always. Do come inside. Shinsō-kun and Midoriya-kun as well of course."

Aizawa steps through the door, Hitoshi and Izuku following on his heels.

Hitoshi feels his stomach completely drop when he catches sight of who all has gathered in the principal's office.

Principal Nezu sits behind his desk, customary teacup in hand. Aizawa-sensei moves to stand against the wall where a surprisingly blank face Present Mic is leaning just to the left of the two empty chairs sitting in front of Nezu's desk. A grim faced All Might is settled into another chair between a pursed lipped Recovery Girl and an irritable looking Hound Dog.)

There is a few uneasy looks between at staff, the description is odd and dosent feel like they are helping at all, it almost feels wary.

("Please," Nezu speaks up, waving one paw in Hitoshi and Izuku's direction, "come sit down so we can get started."

Izuku, hands twitching in that way that Hitoshi knows means he's fighting back the urge to twitch and stim, hesitates for a split second. But then, eyes darting between Hitoshi and All Might, he steps forward.

Biting down the need to reach out and give Izuku his hand to play with, a habit that's developed between them that tends to help both of them stay grounded, and yet relieved to not have to be the one in the lead at the moment, Hitoshi follows him.

They settle down into the empty chairs together, Izuku automatically moving to take the one closest to All Might because of course he does.)

a few amused snorts are heard and Midoriya blushes just a little at the sound. Todoroki leans toward him and whispers a pointed "secret love child" before they all focus on the screen again.

(Hitoshi allows himself the indulgence of shifting his foot just a bit until the tip of his shoe bumps into Izuku's. The bump he gets in return is quick and barely there but it's enough to help him breathe a bit easier.)

There is a barely muffled "awww so cute!" and everyone elects to ignore it.

(Contact with Izuku, no matter how big or small, always helps to settle him. Izuku swears the same is true for him. They really do seem to be two pieces of the same mess.

"A-Are we in some kind of trouble?" Izuku breaks the silence then, fists pressing down on his thighs before he moves them to rest on the arms of his chair.

"This is a rather delicate situation," Nezu side steps easily, teacup clicking against the saucer as he sets it down. "So, perhaps, it would be more beneficial to the proceedings to simply dive right in."

Hitoshi swallows harshly, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs before he forces himself to relax as much as possible.

"It seems there's been a few rather ... unsettling accusations put forth from a number of different directions," Nezu says delicately. "So, first and foremost, Midoriya-kun I have to ask if you are safe? Is there anything you'd like to report? This is a safe place where no harm will come to you so please speak freely.")

At this point, some of the students seem to realize what was going on and they look floored. "Wait are they saying that Shinsou is-" starts Sero before he sees the furious look on Midoriyas face and swallows down his words.

("Sir?" Izuku's brow furrows and his mouth turns down sharply. "I-I don't understand?"

"It has come to the attention of the staff and myself," Nezu replies, something dark and calculating in his gaze as he stares at all of them, "that there is a possibility that your relationship with Shinsō-kun is ... non consensual .")

a beat passes before the students erupt into chaos. "Ayo what the fuck?" Says Kaminari, looking angry.

"That's so Unmanly, it's obvious that Midobro and Shinsou like eachother, accusing people like that is awful" Kirishima protests loudly.

Aizawa turns to Nezu with a frown. "What the fuck? That's not how his quirk works, so what are you doing in there" he demands, pointing angrily.

Shinsou looks so defeated in the way he's staring at his hands blankly and the students around him rush to comfort the boy.

"Hey, Shinsou, don't worry we know you didn't do that" Mina says, concern evident in every word. The boy just shrugs and stays quiet.

Dawn snaps their fingers and the sound echoes. "Ok everyone, calm down so we can continue" they say and everyone reluctantly follows, still looking at Shinsou with concern.

Izuku abruptly stands up and moves to sit beside Shinsou. His head held high and his eyes angry as he glares at the screen. Shinsou stares at him with wide eyes for a minute before slowly nodding and looking to the screen too. Everyone else just follows their actions, even Bakugou who looks as angry as ever even though his eyes hold less rage and more disgruntled annoyance at the long break.

(Hitoshi can't help the way he flinches sharply, breathing going shallow and ragged as his heart skips a beat and his eyes squeeze tightly shut.

There it is.

The accusation he'd known was coming since that moment in the hallway.

The culmination of the whispers and rumors he'd been expecting since the moment his and Izuku's relationship became common knowledge to the rest of the school.

Beside him Izuku goes ramrod stiff in his seat. "Elaborate." Izuku's voice is solid, steady.)

His voice is so cold that the room freezes. The concern shifting to wariness and satisfaction because Midoriya, while terrifying at the moment, will absolutely set the record straight.

(The sound of it makes Hitoshi's eyes automatically snap open, his head turning sharply to the side as his attention focuses in on Izuku instantly. His boyfriend's tone is laced with a kind of cold steel Hitoshi's only heard a few times before and never directed at a teacher, not to mention Nezu himself.

To the side of them Aizawa suddenly straightens up, eyes locked in on Izuku and shoulders tense.

"Multiple students have expressed concerns for your safety on the basis that Shinsō-kun may have ... coerced you into a romantic relationship," Nezu says evenly. "Naturally the staff

must investigate all such complaints thoroughly for the safety of the students in question." "Naturally," Izuku echoes.

"Now Shinsō-kun," Nezu turns his attention in Hitoshi's direction then, "do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Hitoshi opens his mouth but finds that the words won't come, finds that they're frozen somewhere in his chest. He wants to deny it all, wants to rant and scream that it's all bullshit, but he can't. The panic and helplessness that roars to life inside of him keeps his voice gone and his body rigid in his chair.

Because he knows, just as he's sure Izuku knows, just how badly even an unfounded accusation like this could damage everything Hitoshi has worked for.

But, luckily for him, Izuku seems to be having the exact opposite problem because there's suddenly a sharp splintering sound that makes almost everyone in the room twitch just a bit.

Hitoshi can only watch, eyes wide, as the arms of the chair Izuku had been gripping practically crumble to the group on either side of him. )

"Goddamn" whispers Mina, eye brow raised. "I didn't even see your quirk activate" she jokes to lighten the tension in the air.

Kirishima understands and nods "super manly midobro!" He cheers

(They've been utterly shattered by the strength of Izuku's hold on them.

"My boy," All Might leans forward in his seat as he speaks up, skeletal face creased even deeper than normal.

Hitoshi can't fully see the look that Izuku cuts in All Might's direction but whatever his expression is ends up being more than enough to shut All Might up instantly. The hero leans back in his chair, face gone slightly chalky, and turns to stare directly ahead instead of saying anything else.)

everyone sucks in a sharp breath at that becuase the idea of the symbol of peace himself shying away form the rage of one of their classmates is a little bit shocking and no less terrifying

("You seem upset, Midoriya-kun," Nezu says calmly, unruffled and something almost gleeful in his tone.

"Upset?" Izuku's head tilts to the side just a bit as he turns back to look at the principal.

"That seems like such a mild word for what I'm feeling right now."

"Please," Nezu smiles just a bit, an expression that sits unnaturally on his face, " elaborate ."

"Well sir ," Izuku starts, "I find it really distasteful that someone would accuse Hitoshi of conduct unbecoming of a hero student on this level and that the staff here would humor it at all since everyone in this room knows it's false."

"As I said before, all complaints of this nature must be taken seriously," Nezu reminds him mildly.

" Bullshit ," Izuku practically spits the word, surging to his feet and leaning forward enough to slam his hands down on Nezu's desk. The wood dents in around his palms but Izuku doesn't seem to notice, too caught up in his staring contest with Nezu.)

Half thé room flinches at the loud sound and the venomous tone. Shinsou looks starstruck as he watches Midoriya ready to fight the scary rat principal for him.

("Pro-," Aizawa takes a step forward then, one hand on his capture scarf.

This time Hitoshi is in the position to actually see the look that Izuku levels at their teacher.

His normally cheerful expression is gone, his mouth is twisted into what can only be described as a snarl and his eyes are dark and sharp. For a split second Hitoshi is almost sure he can see a familiar jade lightning sparking in their depths.)

a collective shudder runs though the room at the pure anf unadulterated fury in that expression, the jarring contrast of the usually bright and sunshine boy looking like that is more than altitude startling, even to the pro heros.

(Izuku stares at Aizawa for a few seconds longer before he turns his attention back onto Nezu.

"Hitoshi has never and would never attempt to force me into anything against my will outside of consensual and authorized quirk training." Izuku says. "Because that's what this is about right? His quirk?"

"Again," Nezu smooths one paw over the top of the other and keeps his eyes firmly on Izuku's face, "we are obligated to investigate all accusations of such a nature. Especially where hero students are concerned. For a variety of reasons.")

Their Midoriya scoffs and everyone flinches minutely at the matching rage on his features. Silently, everyone decides that it's best to just get through this scene quickly.

("Then why did it take so long for Mineta to get expelled?" Izuku shoots back viciously before he plows on, not bothering to wait for an answer. "Why was he allowed to terrorize our female classmates for so long despite multiple complaints against him but Ikeda and his friends, because we all know that's where this came from, launch a campaign against Hitoshi and you all immediately jump to this." Izuku lifts a hand to wave it around the office before he slams it back down onto the desk, denting the wood yet again. "Don't bother to answer that, I already know."

"Midoriya," Nezu starts but this time Izuku doesn't let him finish.

"I already knew how this school handles outright violence between classmates," Izuku keeps going just a bit viciously, "but I had hoped it wouldn't support blatant quirk discrimination beyond the obvious bias of the entrance exam. I guess that was my mistake.")

There is an audible wince from the teachers as they all realize what Midoriya is referring to and then subsequently realize that they have made the exact mistake in their universe.

(Hitoshi hears the low hiss that Mic gives out from his spot by the wall.

"Or maybe," Izuku continues lowly, "my mistake was applying here at all. Maybe UA isn't the best choice of hero schools if they're going to entertain accusations that are blatantly false and made by a group of students led by someone who has been verbally and physically assaulting Hitoshi for weeks now."

The atmosphere in the room abruptly darkens and Hitoshi has to bite back the urge to look around for Todoroki because he feels as if the temperature has literally dropped.

"Beyond the fact that he would never do something so villainous , Hitoshi's quirk is a call- and-response based emitter that I've already proven I can break out of independent of outside assistance," Izuku practically bites the words out. "Ikeda Kino is just jealous that Hitoshi has done what he never could and never will do himself, earn his spot in A-Class. Hitoshi's going to be a fantastic hero and I refuse to be used as an excuse to damage his reputation and record.")

from besides Midoriya, Shinsou takes a deep shuddering breath that sounds like it physically hurts. His eyes are blown wide and shimmer suspiciously as he stares at the scene.

(Izuku straightens up then, hands pulling themselves out of Nezu's desk as he turns just enough to bend down and grab his bag up off of the floor. He rifles through it for a few seconds before he pulls out a black covered notebook. He places it almost delicately onto Nezu's ruined desk.

"This has everything I've managed to gather on Ikeda Kino and his group of friends," Izuku tells Nezu. "It also has a complete log of every insult and instance of assault Hitoshi's been subjected to in the past few months. You can cross check with Recovery Girl's records for any injuries and I'm sure you have other sources you can consult too for these kinds of occasions."

Hitoshi feels a swell of what could almost be described as pity for Ikeda because he knows just how thorough Izuku tends to be on the regular with his notes. A motivated Izuku who seems determined to protect Hitoshi? He has a feeling those notes are going to be scaring on an entirely different level.

"Hitoshi deserves an apology for this," Izuku practically declares then. "And if UA really is the best of the best then Ikeda deserves to be punished . His record deserves a black mark for false accusations and quirk discrimination as well as multiple instances of assaulting a fellow student. And if those things don't happen then I'll do whatever I have to in order to make sure they happen anyways."

"Is that a threat, Midoriya-kun?" Nezu speaks up then, paws smoothing almost greedily across the cover of the notebook Izuku had passed him.

"No," Izuku immediately denies. "It's a statement of fact. If Hitoshi gets punished for this, if his record is damaged and Ikeda is allowed to get away without any consequences then I will be withdrawing from UA and attending a different heroics course elsewhere. I will also do my best to take as many of my classmates with me as I can when I go. And then I will scream every single mistake and misstep I've seen UA make from the rooftops. And I won't stop even after I climb the ranks. I'll keep going until people have no choice but to take me seriously.")

There is a collective gasp as everyone realizes that Screen Midoriya is dead serious. Then each of them glance around and think back and wonder just how many of them would leave with him.

The teachers notice and Aizawa realizes with a start that most of the class would be out the door before midoriya could even explain his reasons.

(Hitoshi has to blink rapidly to push back the tears he can feel beginning to well up in his eyes. The affection he feels for Izuku swells up so abruptly and so massively that Hitoshi feels as if his heart is going to burst in his chest.

Standing there, practically glowing with a protective sort of righteous fury on Hitoshi's behalf, Izuku has never looked more beautiful to him.

And in that moment Hitoshi knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with this boy.)

Midoriya and Shinsou simultaneously blush and while it's adorable, everyone is still reeling from the events prior to really comment on it.

Instead, Midoriya turns to see Shinsou already stareing at him and gives him a bright smile and a reassuring nod. Confirming that yes, they are still fine and no Shinsou didn't lose his only friend because his alternate self is a disaster gay and in love with the boy"

("I see," Nezu says quietly.

And then he grins , a wide and tooth filled expression that sends a shiver down Hitoshi's spine when it's abruptly turned in his direction.

"I do apologize for this unpleasant matter making it so far Shinsō-kun," Nezu tells him calmly, as if the past ten minutes have been nothing but a calm chat between all of them. "We will of course take all of this into consideration and conduct a proper investigation. But given the vehemence of Midoriya-kun's defense of you I think it's safe to say your record will remain clean here. Please do keep up the hard work and leave the rest of this mess to me."

Izuku, in another stunning show of rudeness, steps back and reaches down to grab Hitoshi's hand. He pulls him up out of his seat, Hitoshi barely remembering to grab his bag as he stands, and then sketches a small barely there bow in Nezu's direction.

"We're going back to the dorms now." Izuku announces more than anything as he ushers Hitoshi past a furious looking Aizawa and a wide eyed Mic without another word to anyone else.

Hitoshi, fingers tangled with Izuku's, lets himself be led out into the hallways, Nezu's office door closing behind them silently.

Izuku practically tows him down the hallway in silence for a handful of minutes before Hitoshi finally comes back to himself.

He plants his feet on the hall floor and only a winces a bit when Izuku barely seems to notice, Hitoshi's shoes squeaking across the floor as he's pulled forward.

It's only when he tugs at Izuku's hand that his boyfriend realizes that Hitoshi is no longer moving under his own willpower.

The sheepish smile Izuku shoots him is so at odds with the vengeful force of nature he'd been only moments before.

Hitoshi loves him so much.

"You," Hitoshi stops, clears his throat, and pushes the words he's just rediscovered out past his teeth. "You just looked Nezu in the eyes and told him to go fuck himself.")

This snaps everyone out of the mesmerized haze and several people laugh at the blunt words. Midoriya splutters a little, hands waving as he denies it and looks to where the teachers are sitting. He catches Nezu's eyes but the rat mostly looks gleeful so Midoriya decides he's probably not

going to be expelled.

("Hitoshi!" Izuku practically yelps. "T-That's now what I said."

"That might not be what you said ," Hitoshi says, the start of what he knows is probably a monstrous Aizawa-esque grin beginning to blossom across his face, "but it's absolutely what you did."

Izuku's cheeks flush that deep strawberry red Hitoshi loves so much but his expression falls back into that protective, determined look from the office.

"They were being unfair to you," Izuku tells him quietly. "Even if all accusations are treated equally, which we know they're not, everyone in there had to know Ikeda was lying. They all know how your quirk works. It was bullshit ."

The sound of Izuku cursing again just makes Hitoshi's smile widen automatically.

"No one's ever stood up for me like that," Hitoshi admits. "I never really thought anyone would."

"Well you've got me now," Izuku declares, squeezing Hitoshi's hand in a comforting sort of understanding. "And I'll always be on your side."

"Yeah," Hitoshi agrees. "I'll always have your back too. In fact I was thinking we should make it official."

"What?" Izuku's head tilts to the side just a bit, confusion fluttering across his expression.

Hitoshi just steps closer to Izuku then, crowds up into his space and lifts their entwined hands up between them.

"We're going to be heroes," Hitoshi tells him. "But I've got another goal in mind now." Hitoshi shifts their hands around until he can press a kiss to the back of Izuku's ring finger.

"You had better save this spot right here for me," Hitoshi tells Izuku. "Because as soon as we graduate I'm coming for it.")

Midoriya turns so red he almost glows and buries his face in his palms as everyone starts yelling about how smooth that was. Shinsou is blushing as well as he turns away from them to look back at Dawn with a betrayed expression.

(Izuku abruptly flushes a deep crimson and lets out a strangled sort of sound. Hitoshi just throws his head back and laughs.

Because that's very much not a no.

And for now that's more than enough for Hitoshi.)

There is whooping from 1-A as they tease the two boys who are very much regretting everything as they get teased and Aizawa watches them with a careful expression. He has a lot to talk about with his problem kids but it seems as though that will have to come later.