A few days passed since Shu came face to face with the youngest son of Endeavor during a school tour. They introduced each other and exchanged pleasantries in those passing minutes. Awkwardness that day was still remembered by Shu when he was unpacking. He was settling down in his dormitory apartment as the new class A advisor. A few boxes and a duffel bag were all his personal possessions tucked into one corner. He was being careful with what took out of the storage crate on an empty desk. He was pulled out of the framed collage of his family photos from the States and Great Britain. Followed by a scrap book of his grandfather's hero career and romantic life with framed degrees and diplomas. He wouldn't get around to sorting when a knock announced a guest.

"Coming." He closed the crate before walking away.

He grabbed a hero plushie in the form of Shoto from his bed while knowing who was to blame. This house warming gift had to be snuck in by his mother when she was here earlier. A way of telling him to take a chance with the person he spent a one night stand with while drunk.

"You welcomed to help me unpack," He spoke to whoever was still behind his door, "Just don't make a mess."

When he reached the door and swung it open to find a civilian dressed Shoto with miniature cat figurines. How they were painted that had Shu inwardly cursing red strings of fate. Who was about to say something when he noticed Shoto was staring at what he was holding.

"Just my mom," He sidestepped, "Saying to give you a chance."

"Odd," Shoto blinked, "I came here ready to convince you to do that."

He then stepped into the space and noticed how Shu carefully put the plushie back on the bed. Had him blushing when memories of that NIGHT replayed in his head on fast forward. Only slow down when alcohol fueled moments of bodies intertwining in the dark. Came to an end for Shoto when Shu closed the door to his small apartment. This was where his attention shifted to his days as a student and his dorm room.

"Being back in one of these," Shoto put the figurines down, "Brings back memories."

"Want to share?" Shu asked.

The rest of Shoto's short visit before the first student swung by to visit Class A's dormitory advisor. Shu answered the door and learned that early arrivals needed help with their stuff. Had to agree to meeting Shoto's family and Shu's father before splitting apart. Shu escorted Shoto out of the dorm since not many students were around to be starstruck. Ones who were around became speechless or didn't know what to say. Scurry back to their rooms one by one with one lingering enough to see Shoto left.

"Sir," This student looked to Shu, "How did you know one of the top ten heroes under 25?"

"Why are you asking about my personal relations?" He countered with his own question, "Since I was interrupted by you to help out with new students in unpacking."

This is where the subject of him knowing Shoto was long since forgotten by the two of them. Storage bins and trunks were arranged from the first floor among the five floors separated into two wings. Up and down stairs he traveled to the assigned room each student had. Gave him a chance to see the individual style those students had in how they decorated. Which somehow had him being asked about himself or nothing about his romantic life. Only got those few to enter his room and be able to help him unpack his things.

He had psychological and engineering degrees beside a few law enforcement and security training certificates. Started to leave impressions of all kinds on these students when they learned his hero identity. Along with having them try to look his hero alias up on their phones. Not able to find much besides news clips and third party articles on unpopular news sites. Left them wanting to ask him when his room slowly came together one unpacked box. Got them an eye roll when their tasks were to be observed or just too personal in his hero career.

"To shut you up," He thought to quiet them, "Here."

He pulled out his newly acquired Japanese Hero License after filing the paperwork that came with his American and British Licenses. Which had them going wide eyed with shock over the pieces of plastic.

"Happy now?" He asked a lot.

Heads nodded and others were still in pure shock over the many new things they were learning.

8*8

Trying to do his job during the first two weeks when the rest of the students moved in. Got harder when they bothered him about his relationship with Shoto with consistent questions. He tried to ignore it when he met with their parents as a form of welcome. Being interrupted when he met with an array of people who were nervous or scared. Had him making a last minute decision when the last parental meeting took place. Hour of curfew took place for all students on grounds of the U.A. High School. He waited for all the students to be gathered within the communal lounge.

"We need to talk," He announced to the countless young minds, "Loose lips sinks ships."

Having to address what was currently being shared in private chat rooms Ana's jokes and hearsay. He first walked around the room with a plastic box for phones and recording devices. Which everyone handed over before he was going to speak.

"Seems someone(s) let it slip," He looked among the staring eyes, "That I have a relation to one of the top ten heros."

Quiet that filled the room when a few faces blushed while others tightly pressed their lips together. Others just looked away from their newly made friends as to not look at Shu.

"This is where I nip that bud," He sighed, "I say that whatever I share with him is private and will be shared in due time. Ok?"

Round of answers he got from everyone within that room gave him a knowledgement he needed. Since he warned them when he gave back their devices a moment later. He knew someone that can find whatever posts they've are put on social media.p, and delete it. Which stuck some fear into some while others were curious. He was not able to walk away completely when he was approached again. This time he was asked about his quirk and more about the school.

"So where can I start…" He sighed with a smile.

Feeling a whole lot better to be talking about something more related to what he was hired to do. Felt better than a relationship that had a 50/ 50 percent chance of becoming romantic.