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Class 1-A had been through some weird stuff, most of it kept under wraps for good reason. Aizawa did everything he could to keep his kids safe; but they were magnets for anything and everything dangerous.
After a long weekend Aizawa felt about as refreshed as he had ever felt. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even need coffee to stay awake! (he would want it though.)
Aizawa rounded down the stairs to check in on his students. He closed his eyes for a second enjoying his peace, these brats would be sure to find a way to mess up his good mood so any additional moments were precious.
He entered the common room. Silence.
Fear pierced him, why the hell were his students quiet? They hadn’t been quiet since the day he met them. Maybe someone died? Did a villian get in here? Did they all break the rules and leave campus?
No. Optimistic thoughts. Hizashi’s voice ran through his head. They were all just sleeping in. Or maybe they decided to surprise him with no problems. Yeah. His students were in the hero course, they would be nice like that.
Wrong.
Aizawa rounded the corner cautiously, finger over the panic button on his phone. He was no optimist.
He looks into the kitchen to see 19 of his students (Shinsou had replaced Mineta), all of them staring into the pantry.
Aizawa rushed in concern evident as he locked eyes with Midoriya, if any of them would talk quick it’d be the boy.
“Mr. Aizawa!” the boy perked up pushing through the crowd to his teacher with relief. “Thank god.”
Shota raised his eyebrow with urgency, “What happened? What did you problem children do this time?” Usually this tone would earn him a few guilty looks from his students, maybe some nervous shuffling of feet, or something. But nothing. The rest of the students simply stayed staring into the pantry.
“So. We didn’t do anything!” Izuku clarified concerningly fast. Aizawa shot him a look of exasperation. “Okay, so maybe we left school grounds without permission…”
Aizawa sighed, discipline later, whatever the hell is going on right now was more important. “Continue.”
“And so we got back, and Todoroki was acting kind of strange…”
“The bastard was all shakey and kept forgetting things. Figured he was just tired or something-” Bakugo interjects. The closest to the pantry. This was not going to be good.
This was not going well. Aizawa’s brain rushed to every possibility of what could have caused his class to act so strangely.
“Then we got back here and well…” the class spread out, in time with the explanation. A small and very much asleep boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old, sat in the pantry. Red and white hair. A scar covered half his face as he held Bakugo’s hand in his own.
Shouta was done. The day was ruined. The week was ruined. Hell. The year was ruined. How the hell had they managed to get into such dumb situations? Why him? This didn’t happen to other classes; he was in the group chat, and it was always in relation to these problem children.
Aizawa pulled out his phone, opening the teachers' group chat that Nezu had forced them all to join. I hate this class. Todoroki is a child. Literally.
He put his phone away. Definitely not after secretly taking a photo of Bakugo trapped by Tinyroki.
“All of you out. Midoriya, Bakugo stay.” The class rushed out, chatting like normal as they exited the room. Some still peering around the corner. “Any idea of when he got hit by what I’m presuming is a quirk?”
Both boys shake their heads. Of course not.
He could feel his phone going off in his pocket, ding after ding. Soon enough, Hizashi and Toshinori stood in the kitchen, both cooing at the sight.
Aizawa looked to Bakugo, silently telling him to pick up the small Todoroki. Which he did quietly. Bakugo had seemed to have a soft spot for Todoroki as of late, the boys getting increasingly close throughout their remedial classes had helped both develop a sense of camaraderie.
They move him into the common room on the couch and out of the kitchen. The boy stirrs as they move him, all careful to not make a sound besides Bakugo’s whisper yelling for Midoriya to stop hovering.
“We’ll deal with you breaking curfew later. I need you to tell me exactly what happened so we can fix this.”
Midoriya sucks in a breath ready to go into what Aizawa knows is going to be a ridiculously detailed explanation before Bakugo shoves his free hand over his mouth and takes over.
Thank god. Aizawa thinks to himself. He’d married Hizashi, he’d dealt with enough “short stories long” and now was not the time.
Bakugo spoke quieter than usual, which was really just now a normal volume, “we went to get pizza cause Icy-hot here had told us that he’d never had any before. So we went to a gas station and bought some when some asshole came into the store and started fighting with the store owner. They were arguing about something, so we stepped up and asked if everything was okay. Then the guy freaked, saying we were eavesdropping and spies or some dumb shit.”
Language. Bakugo rolls his eyes.
“Anyways, so the guy freaked on us and grabbed onto sleeping beauty here and shoved him into us before running.”
“So you’re saying it wasikely that man and the contact is how he uses his quirk?” Toshinori speaks up, as Aizawa runs a hand down his face.
Bakugo and Midoriya nod.
“I’ll contact Nezu and he’ll get some heroes to look into it and track the guy down.” Yamada speaks as he leaves the room phone to his ear.
Aizawa began to speak but was interrupted by Todoroki sitting up, eyes wide in fear as he took in his surroundings and pushed away from Bakugo. Soon the boy was off the couch, on the ground and standing a good distance away from the 4 left in the room.
Oh great.