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Izuku sighs as he watches Principal Nedzu shut the laptop, and takes his written and recorded statements to file away. He feels lighter now, like the weight of the world was continually leaving him. He had diligently watched some of the footage that was permitted to be shown to him. It was hard, Izuku musses, to remember how badly he was treated in school. And now that he was seeing it from another view, he realizes how badly it affected him in thinking that, his whole life, this kind of treatment was considered okay.
He figured that if Principal Nedzu had spoken to him about this, he thinks they spoke to Kaachan too, most likely. Izuku won’t ask of course, that’s Kaachan’s business, but Izuku knows his childhood friend, and no matter how terrible he has been to Izuku growing up, he believes it wholeheartedly that Kaachan really has changed. And that thought alone is enough to assuage his thoughts, and he knows that whatever it is, his friend did the right thing.
Izuku is snapped out of his wayward thoughts when he feels a paw on his leg. He looks up to find Nedzu standing in front of his crouched form and smiling. “That should be it for today Midoriya.”
“I don’t need to do anything else?” he asks. As much as his bravery is consuming him to take large strides at the moment, he does want to make sure he doesn’t have to come back here for another round of these. After all, he wants to move forward from Aldera, not to keep stumbling back to the things that have been tying him there.
“At the moment no. I will have to contact your mother, as I mentioned, but that’s more a meeting for myself and Aizawa.” Izuku winces at the mention of his mother. He knows they’re going to be talking about it one day, and he doesn’t know the extent of which his teachers will be exposing his…previous tendencies.
“You needn’t worry Midoriya. And for what it’s worth, it took a lot of courage to do what you did, and I couldn’t be prouder.” Nedzu smiles at him.
“Thank you.” Izuku tries his best to muster a smile, but was too exhausted to keep doing so. From the looks of it, he knew that Nedzu understood.
“Now, why don’t you run along yes? After all, I’ve already taken much of your time. And don’t you have –“
Whatever contemplation Izuku thought of doing, in regards to how in the world the school principal knew about his agenda for today, was cut off with a knock on the door and a resounding “Hey Midoriya! You in there, little listener?!”
“And leave it to Yamada to have the perfect timing” he hears Nedzu speak before watching the principal walk forward to open the door. “Come in Yamada. What can I do for you?”
“Oh! Hey hey! I was just wondering if the little listener was done with his business with you? Some of the other kids have been looking for him and I offered to come check in?” he sees Present Mic place a hand behind his head and give principal Nedzu a small wry smile. “I’m not…interrupting, am I?”
Nedzu smiles. “No, we’ve just finished. In fact, I had just asked Midoriya to head back. He must be exhausted, and there’s still more to do.” Izuku didn’t know if that was referring to himself or not, but didn’t bother to ask. “And Yamada, if I didn’t want you in here, you wouldn’t be.”
“Right…haha….” Present Mic gives a small awkward laugh before clearing his throat to look over at Izuku “Come on then little man, we have to get going if you wanna make it there in time, yeah?”
“Yes sensei.” Izuku gets up from his seat, and politely bows to the principal. “Thank you again sensei, truly.”
“Not a problem Midoriya.” Nedzu gives his arm a light pat “And remember, if there’s anything at all I can help you with, come on over yes? We can talk it over some tea.”
“Y-Yes sir!” He gives another, more rigid, bow and watches as Present Mic bids his goodbyes as well. He waits patiently a few paces away from the two, before his teacher catches up to him and they continue to walk to the direction of the dorms.
“Looks like you had a fun day, little listener.” Present Mic tells him with a small smile.
“It was…. definitely something sensei.” He replies shyly. His inner fanboy would never be completely over the awe that came with conversing with a hero, he thinks. His teachers were all amazing heroes, and to think that they genuinely cared about him, was sometimes still too overwhelming a thought.
“Welp, let’s get moving, shall we? Can’t keep em all waiting. And according to some of the other listeners, Bakugou’s got a bedtime schedule he’s skipping out on for tonight.” He watches his teacher grin, and Izuku can’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Yes, Kaachan does tend to sleep early, the others tease him about it sometimes.” He says with a smile.
Present Mic lets out a small laugh “Who would have thought the explosive little listener conked out early. Oh well, tonight’s an exception after all, you kids are going to make us owe you.”
He doubts his teachers would ever owe him anything. After all, to Izuku, they’ve already given all they could to their students, and they’re taking the time off their busy schedules to make sure each student was improving in their own way. Then again, Izuku’s never had a good track record on teachers either, so maybe its just him.
They make it to the dorm in a combo of small talk and comfortable silence. His hands make it to the door handle and is met with the noise and rumble of the inside. He looks over at his phone for a quick time check and smiles, they had time. He opens the door fully, and has never been happier to be greeted by so much noise.
“HEY ROUND FACE, THAT DOESN’T GO THERE!
“Ah chill out man, it doesn’t matter where it is right?”
“SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR, I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU.”
“Aw come on Bakugou, it’s not a big deal, it looks fine.”
“Use your eyes Round Face! DOES THAT SHIT LOOK GOOD TO YOU?”
Ah yes. Tonight, was going to be a good night. Now to finish up, and then wait.
Tired. Aizawa Shouta was so tired, and hungry, but mostly tired. He had to work a little overtime tonight with all the things that needed to be settled on time. He gingerly made his way over to the dorms with a sigh, he still had to make sure the security systems were in check and that each student was accounted for. If there was one thing though, that he could always praise Bakugou for, its that the boy had a set sleep schedule, and he was fast asleep earlier than the rest most of the time. At the least, that’s once student down for the count.
He prays the rest of his kids were as tired as he was, that way there wouldn’t be much of a resistance to getting them all to hit the hay. He sighs again as he walks towards the doors of the dorms of Class 1A, and stops.
“Why…” It was quiet. No sounds, banging, laughing or any kind of rowdy behavior could be heard. At all. His kids were never quiet, ever. Be it Iida’s lectures, Ashidos giggling or even Kaminaris yelling could be heard. He takes a peek at the dorm windows and stiffens. The lights are out. It is way too early for the lights to be out. He’d take an explosion from Bakugou or a flying Uraraka right about now rather than this kind of eerie silence. Shit. Something definitely happened. The only thing for certain was it wasn’t anything villain related, or else the whole school would have boomed in alarms by now with Nedzu’s updated security system. So, either his kids were being good little boys and girls and decided to turn in early, or they were up to something.
He sighed a third time and couldn’t help but mutter “Please don’t be dead….”
Aizawa hesitantly opened the door, and was greeted with the bright lights of the dorm living room, followed by a very loud cry of “SHOUUTAAAAAA”
He blinks the light out of his eyes ‘damnit I should have brought more eyedrops’ and looks around. He’s greeted with a plethora of smiling students, Yamada, Nemuri and Yagi. He observes the entirety of the first floor, with its suddenly colorful decor or some sort and whatever else seemed to be hanging of the walls, and the oddly written banner of "WELCOME HOOOOOMEEE SHOUTAAA" that Aizawa was just sure had something to do with Hizashi. He takes a moment before he's suddenly overcome with immediate smells of savory dishes. He looks over at the kitchen island counter and notices all the food. It’s a lot of food. He blinks again, and gives everyone another once over.
“What. The. Hell.”
Where were the explosions, the mess, the overall appearance of Armageddon?! He was prepared to walk into the throes of chaos, not this...thing.
Nemuri walks over to him and flicks him the forehead. Rude. “Oh my gods Shouta, what about a thank you? Your kids went through all this trouble for you, the least you could do is say thanks.”
“I would, if I knew what the heck was going on. And what are you three doing here anyway?” He asked Nemuri while looking over at Yagi and Yamada. The former only giving him a smile that explains absolutely nothing, and the latter going “YOU’RE TOTALLY LATE SHOUTAAAA”
It takes a moment, but Iida eventually comes up to him to explain. “We just noticed how tired you’ve been lately sensei, and although parties aren’t exactly encouraged in the dorms, we were able to get proper permission to have a nice dinner together here as a class! We asked for help from some of the other teachers and they were more than happy to assist us. We hope that the food is to your liking sensei!”
“Yeah sensei! We made sure it was all kept warm thanks to Todoroki’s quirk and the burners Vice Prez made with her quirk! And loosk! We didn't burn any furniture! And Bakugou managed to make some pretty edible dishes too!” Kaminari pipes up, loudly.
“Excuse me?! At least I CAN cook!” Bakugou booms with a matching glare towards the other teen.
“Oh come on Bakugou, it’s a wonder why you didn’t set the kitchen on fire with your temper.” Sometimes Aizawa thinks Ashido just has a death wish whenever she chooses to rile up Bakugou.
“What’d you say Pinky?!”
He’s still pretty baffled by the entire situation, pretty sure a brawl is about to break out, when Yayaorozu takes charge. “Why don’t we all get started on dinner? I made sure we had plenty of paper plates and utensils we could use, as to minimize cleaning later. Besides, sensei is here, and it would be an absolute waste to have all this food get cold.” It works, of course it does. His class sometimes, he thinks, has the attention span of a fish. Or well, some of them do, Yayaorozu's little spiel was more than enough to send them off to a whole new brand of chaos.
“All right! Food!”
“Come on sensei! You too All Might!”
“Partyyyyyyy!!”
“KEEP IT DOWN DAMMIT”
“Aww Bakugou’s having his old man phase and is cranky because he won’t be sleeping early tonight!”
“I’LL BLOW YOUR FACE OFF SHITTY HAIR.”
Aizawa Shouta follows his students in a daze. ‘I’m still waiting for Armageddon. And it isn’t happening…’ He still fails to completely understand what’s going on at the moment, his brain too tired to keep up, and he doesn’t think he’ll get answers until after dinner, or whenever someone would be kind enough to provide a proper explanation whatsoever. He shoves the thoughts down when he feels Nemuri and Yamada pull him towards the table laden with food, and the latter shoves a plate in his hands.
“I know you have questions.” Nemuri starts as she takes a bite of what looks like a casserole made out of god knows what. “But for now, just enjoy it. The kids really wanted to do this for you, so just let them. You can reprimand them for keeping secrets from you tomorrow.”
“Besides Shouta! They even went through this the proper way by asking for permission! Can you imagine us asking to have a party at their age? We’d just probably throw one out of the blue and think of the consequences later!” Hizashi says with a laugh.
Shouta sighs and gives in. He can agree with them that he commends his kids for actually asking if they could do something first. He gathers his plate, fills it with dangerously unhealthy amounts of food and shoves a spoonful in his mouth, because right now, this is happening, and what else was he going to do about it but enjoy it? In the background, he can hear his kids screaming, Yagi probably coughing somewhere and he was sure he could hear Mineta getting hit by someone, probably for another perverted comment. He continues to idly chat with his friends, while making sure his students don’t do anything too rowdy. After all, the last thing they wanted was any kind of attention from the other classes for being too loud. Overall, today didn’t end up too badly, and he can’t help but want to revel in it, even if its just for a little while.
The answer to Shouta’s question comes in the form of one Todoroki Shoto. Todoroki approaches him when things have died down, the students are packing up any leftover mess, and he’s pretty sure Bakugou’s already up in his room and knocked out. Hizashi, Nemuri and Yagi were helping the kids clean up and they refused to let him do any work, which while he was thankful, he wasn’t used to standing in one place while everyone else did the work.
“It was Midoriyas’ idea.” Todoroki starts, standing beside him while looking out the window, where they can both see Izuku seated at the entrance steps, seemingly in deep thought. The boy, Aizawa noted had stepped out the moment things died down. He couldn’t quite remember how long Izuku’s been sitting on those steps or how long the kid plans to. Last Aizawa noticed, he was speaking to Yagi about something, but with all the noise he didn’t have time to catch what it was.
“He talked to us a few days ago, and he said ‘Aizawa-sensei needs a break, maybe we can do something nice to help him out.’. Everyone else was pretty easy to convince, probably because it was Midoriya asking, even Bakugou who huffed and said that you looked ‘even more like crap compared to usual’”
Well, that was reassuring. He looks at Todoroki, who still has his eyes looking out the window at the green haired classmate. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He tells his student with a small gruff.
“I’m not the one who deserves the thanks sensei.” Todoroki looks at him with a small smile. “Midoriya doesn’t talk about it much, but we know something’s happened between him and Bakugou recently. We can only assume you had something to do with that. Both of them have been different, and sometimes it’s easy to miss, but not when you’re looking.”
“What makes you say that?” He asks his student curiously. Midoriya is probably one of the easiest to get along with but one of the more difficult ones to completely figure out. The kid masks his face with a smile and he’s pretty good at making people think he’s ok.
“He looks at you different.”
“How so?”
Todoroki completely faces him now and gives what he can assume is a smile again, honestly hard to tell with this kid sometimes. “Midoriya looks at you kinda like how he looks at All Might, but also kinda differently. He looks at you with his barriers down, and he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of you. And really, knowing Midoriya, it’s been difficult to tell when he actually has his barriers down or when he’s just smiling to put up a front. And until recently, that hasn’t happened. So, I don’t know what it is, but thank you sensei, for helping him out. He deserves it.”
“That’s kind of you to say.” Replies Aizawa. He looks over at the window at Midoriya Izuku and then back at Todoroki. Aizawa is at least assured and relieved, that Midoriya Izuku has some great friends, and he shouldn’t be too worried at all about them “getting tired of him” any time soon.
“Don’t sell yourself short. You lot probably noticed early on that something was wrong but were respectful enough to give the both of them their space. I doubt you just went along with Midoriya’s little plan on a whim either, or because you simply wanted to make him feel better. I may be looking too much into this, but I’d like to think you cared a little bit about your teacher looking ‘shittier than usual’ too.” He says with a small grin.
He thinks that he sees Todoroki smile a little at that last comment, but it quickly goes away and reverts back to the boys usual resting face. “Yes, I suppose so sensei. Then again, have you ever tried saying no to Midoriya when he looks at you with that big smile of his?” And no, Aizawa doesn’t thing he has. “You know, contrary to popular belief, you’re really not so bad.” Aizawa raises an eyebrow at that.
“Are you telling me I’m going soft?” he asks.
Todoroki smiles at this, even if its a small smile. “You’re free to think what you want sensei, but who knows.” With that, his student walks back to the rest of their group, but not before glancing out the window once more, then glancing back at Aizawa for good measure.
He sighs ‘damn cheeky kids.’ He looks back outside, and then makes a choice. “Better see what he’s up to.” Aizawa walks to the door, intent on seeing Midoriya, but not before making sure his student doesn’t burn the dorms down. “Hizashi! You’re in charge till I come back!”
“OHHH YEAAAAHHHHH”
‘ damnit Hizashi.’
Aizawa Shouta seats himself right next to Midoriya and waits in silence. He doesn’t want to pressure the kid into talking, so he settles for the calm and comforting silence between the two of them during this cool, windy night. Midoriya continues to just stare, and he continues to wait. It might have been ten minutes, maybe twenty, it was a while, but soon enough Midoriya looks at him at the corner of his eyes and smiles.
“Did you have fun sensei?”
“Did you?” he asks back. “You left pretty early there. Not a party person Midoriya?”
He hears the boy give a small laugh. “Not really sensei, I’ve never had friends to party with before, so I guess I’m still not used to it.”
“Ah.” And it stings Shouta just a bit, remembering that Midoriya has lived almost his whole life without real friends.
“Don’t worry about it though sensei, it’s different now right?”
“Definitely. You’ve got yourself a plethora of friends in there problem child.” He assures Izuku. “You’re not alone anymore.”
“Yes, and I’m thankful.” Midoriya looks back up at the dark sky, and sighs. “I’m sorry it took me so long to sort out my issues sensei.”
Shouta blinks at Midoriya and asks “Where’s this coming from?”
“I don’t know if principal Nedzu mentioned speaking to me today.” And Nedzu actually did mention it to him, but he wasn’t given any details other that what was deemed necessary for him to know. He had the gist of it though, and that was more than enough information to go around. Midoriya doesn’t notice his inner turmoil and continues “But it took me a while, probably longer than necessary, to step up and face everything head-on. And I feel as though I owe you and All Might an apology for having to wait so long for me to get everything together.”
“Was that why you were speaking to Yagi earlier?” he asks.
“Kind of? There were other things, but it was part of that conversation. I’m still uneasy, and I don’t know when I’ll completely get over it, but I do feel responsible for not stepping up earlier. Doesn’t seem heroic, you know?” What a typical Midoriya response. He hated how the kid was so earnest and yet was so conflicted about his view on things like this.
“Listen kid, a lecture probably isn’t what you want right now..”
“Sorry sensei.”
“What did we say about your habit of apologizing Midoriya?”
“Sor- “
Shouta sighs “Just, stop right there. Don’t apologize. Not for this, not for “taking so long”, or for “not getting over it”” He makes sure to emphasize the statements Izuku seems to be hell bent on using as his voice of reason.
“But- “
“You will let me finish.” And the kid clamps up after that. “Midoriya Izuku, listen very carefully to what I say.” He gets a short nod. “Healing takes time. And different people heal differently. They cope differently, they hurt differently, and they experience things differently. Stop forcing yourself to heal under the baseless notion that you have to right this moment because it’s what is expected of you. No one can tell you to just “get over it” You’re not a machine Midoriya, it takes more than a push of a button for you to heal, cope, and move forward.”
He stares his kid straight in the eyes before continuing. “You might think that because you’re in a hero school, you’re expected to be heroic at every turn, even things concerning personal feelings and emotions. It doesn’t work like that. You can’t magically will yourself to stop thinking about the things that hurt you, or force your emotions down because some people say they make you weak. Your weaknesses, although can be a disadvantage to you in the moment, is not something to be ashamed of or be an afterthought that you force to go away. It shouldn’t tie you down to thinking you’re better once you throw them away aimlessly just so you can be rid of them. Your weaknesses and difficult events in your life, played a part in making you who you are. And the biggest disservice you can do to yourself is to stop acknowledging those weaknesses and experiences and forcing yourself to move forward while pretending they never happened.”
“Looking back at them….makes me feel so useless though, sensei.” Midoriya admits, and he’s back to seeing the kid look so vulnerable in front of him. “And I’m not sure if looking back at them will ever do me any good, when all they remind me of is pain.”
“I’m not asking you to like those memories Midoriya. I’m not asking you to play the martyr and look at the good in every situation you’ve been through, or to even look at the bright side of things at every turn. That’s wishful thinking. Some instances don’t allow us to see the brighter side of things, and sometimes, they hurt too much to even consider having a bright side. All I’m asking of you is to acknowledge that it happened. Acknowledge that it’s a part of you, and yes, it’s a painful part of your life, but that’s okay. You wouldn’t be the Midoriya Izuku you are today if none of those things happened. Would you have been better off? Who knows? But it’s there, and it happened, and the first step to moving forward with your pain isn’t to try to rip it off like a band aid so it’s quick and easy, nor is it to compare yourself to how others would have handled it then pace your recovery depending on others. It’s by acknowledging yourself as a unique individual, your faults, your pain and your worth, that make all the difference.”
He wasn’t going to sit there and wax poetic about Midoriya needing to ‘be the bigger person’ or to ‘always look at the bright side’. Shouta knows his kid, and if told, he would probably destroy himself for the good of others before looking into his own personal issues that he needed closure with. He would gladly burry it and lock it away. Midoriya Izuku has given enough of himself to others, as an individual, and he will continue to give more as a hero, if past experiences are anything to go by, Shouta is sure of this. So, if anything, he deserves to allow himself the time to heal and reposition his mindset and realize that being better, even with all the bad that’s happened, is more than possible.
“I told you” Midoriya starts off “That sometimes I got so tired of being the better person. But I always thought it was the right thing to do. So I figured I’d continue to do it, but I’m tired sensei, and sometimes I’m not sure how to be better anymore.”
“Then don’t.” Midoriya looks at him oddly. And Shouta sighs. “There is a right time to be a better person Midoriya. No one can be a better person all day, every day and continually want to please others, without running the risk of destroying themselves. It’s okay to feel like shit kid. Its okay to say that you’re not up for something. And its definitely okay to step back, breathe, and start being a better person to yourself, and not for other people. Remember kid, different people have different definitions of what makes a better person. If I had to live my life by every other person’s standard of what it meant to be “good” or “better” I’d die in an early grave.”
He’s met with silence after that. Shouta hopes that he was able to get through to his kid, hopes that Midoriya understands that problems, psychological or otherwise, and negative experiences of any kind, become a part of you. Wishing for them to go away won’t make it hurt less, won’t make the pain disappear. And while dwelling on them can only hurt you, locking them up and pretending they didn’t exist is worse. Shouta doesn’t want to give his student a sense of false hope, doesn’t want to tell him that in due time, it will get better. He hopes that it will, for Midoriya’s sake, and he plans to be there to help any way he can, but he knows more than anyone that the only one who can help you take the first step to move forward, is yourself.
It takes a while, and he allows it. Midoriya deserves the wait, the patience, and if it’s all he can do for now, then he will. A few moments later he hears Midoriya laugh softly beside him, and soon the boy is smiling at him, bright and wide. Aizawa sighs, relieved, and he hides a smile behind his capture weapon, and he couldn’t be happier to see his kid smiling again.
“Sensei, thank you. I don’t know how many times I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it more next time too. Thank you so much sensei, for caring enough about me and my problems. For concerning yourself with me and taking the time to understand me. I’m very grateful to you, and to all the other teachers too.” Midoriya tells him with that ever-present smile on his face.
“You’re welcome problem child.” He gives Midoriya a pat on the head and the kid eats it up. Shouta doesn’t know how much level of affection his kid is used to, or how much he’s missed out on, but he figures he can give this much from time to time. ‘bloody hell, I am going soft’
“I’m not sure if I truly believe what you say though, and it will probably take a while for me to believe it too, that it’s okay. That I’ll be okay. I’m going to take a while, and I’m not sure how long, I hope you can still be patient with me until that time comes.” Midoriya is an honest kid, and Shouta appreciates that, and he’ll make sure that Midoriya knows, as he grows in UA, how appreciated his is by the people around him.
“That’s okay kid. You will be okay, I’m sure of it. But it will be on your terms Midoriya. Your terms and no one else’s. I want you to remember that. You can ask for help, and you will have it, never doubt that, but when you need your space and need time for yourself, you’re free to ask for it and we will respect that. It’s your space Midoriya, you will heal in your time, and no one can force it out of you or demand you heal faster. You are worth the time, worth the effort and you deserve all this and more. Give yourself more credit kid, you’re worth it, remember that.” And of course, by the time he’s done, the waterworks are here. Not as wild as when they spoke in the teacher’s lounge, but steadily streaming down the kids face.
Shouta receives no warning when Midoriya Izuku launches himself at his teacher, enveloping him in a big hug. He drapes an arm on his kid and pats his head, and lets him cry. Shouta doesn’t even know how long they’ve been out there, or if anyone else came out and just walked past them whilst they were there. His questions are answered just a few seconds after the thought, when his fellow teachers come out, look over at the two of them in shock (Hizashi just looked smug) but smile and wave, before walking away. He’s surprised Nemuri and Hizashi didn’t bother to take some sort of ghastly photo, but he knows his friends respected his space when it mattered.
Soon enough, the crying dies down, and Midoriya’s breathing evens out. Just when he thinks that the kid’s fallen asleep and considers hoisting him up to take to his room, he hears Midoriya ask him again. “Did you have fun tonight sensei?” it’s said softly, but with their current position, rather easy enough to hear.
“I did Izuku, and Todoroki tells me it was your idea. So, thank you kid.” He says this in earnest, and Midoriya was the catalyst to whatever form of relaxation tonight was supposed to be, and he greatly appreciates that.
“Everyone helped out though, they all wanted to make sure you caught a break sensei.” Midoriya says to him.
“Ah yeah, apparently I looked ‘crappier than usual’ or something like that.” He says with a grin, and he can feel Midoriya laughing too.
“Kaachan didn’t mean it that way.” He wonders if there were other ways that phrase could be interpreted, or if that was just Midoriya’s response to just about anything vulgar Bakugou did.
“He probably did kid. Bakugou isn’t known to sugarcoat. And it’s okay, not like he’s wrong on that note.” He feels Midoriya pull away slowly after this, and watches as the boy wipes the remaining tears off his face and smiles back with a small vocal ‘thank you’.
He waits a while before he speaks again, allowing Midoriya to properly gather himself. “We better get inside, and get you to bed. I don’t want to be that guy, but you do have to sleep kiddo.”
They stand up together and dust themselves down, before Shouta looks over at Midoriya again. “So, you wanna tell me what gave you the idea to throw me a party? I appreciate it kid, and I’m grateful. But this must have taken you some time and whole lot of effort, so I’m curious, why go through all this trouble?” he asks in earnest, his eyebrow raised questioningly.
Midoriya smiles wide, Shouta’s afraid his face would split in half. “That’s easy sensei.”
“Oh?”
“It’s because, you’re worth it, Aizawa-sensei.”