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“This behaviour is utterly unbecoming of a U.A student! I demand whoever is responsible steps forward before the teachers are consulted!”
The entirety of Class 1-A stood gathered around the table in the common area, after being yelled at by their student president until they did so.
Yaoyorozu stood awkwardly, next to Iida who looked ready to use Recipro Burst on the guilty party.
“I think,” She began, all too aware of how quickly the rest of the class turned to her. “We can assume it’s not any of the girls.”
Iida blanched before his face began to turn red.
“Ah, yes, Yaoyorozu! You are entirely correct, I apologize ladies-”
“Why not?”
Everyone turned to Shouto, who stood confused.
“Why...not?” Iida questioned.
Kaminari lit up with a mischievous grin. “Yeah! Todo here has a point! What if one of the girls is keeping them for a special guy?”
The guys began murmuring, but Shouto stood still, still not having moved, staring confusedly down at the table where the box of condoms sat.
“I don’t understand.” He said, and Midoriya turned to him.
“What’s up, Todoroki?”
He gestured to the box, noting how Midoriya blushed as he did so.
“Why would they just be for guys?”
Midoriya stood, his mouth parted open slightly. “What?”
“Well, what are they?” He questioned, and Midoriya’s jaw dropped. Shouto became somewhat aware of the class quieting around them.
Midoriya was flushed redder than the red half of Shouto’s own hair, and he had no idea why.
Kirishima spoke up, looking almost nervous. “Todoroki, you...don’t know what these are?”
Shouto looked at the box, ignoring the strange atmosphere. “The box says condoms, so I assume they’re condoms, but I don’t know what those are.”
“Oh my god.”
“What does ultra-glide mean?” He asked.
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If Shouto had to think back to his bucket list, he would not remember having “Sex Education lesson from Bakugou” on it, yet he felt like this was an experience that needed to be acknowledged on paper.
“Condoms aren’t effective all the time though, so if you’re fucking horny then deal with it another way. You’re trying to be a hero, not a fucking father. Got it asshole?”
Shouto sat on the couch and hesitantly nodded. Kirishima was taking notes across from him. Bakugou noticed the hesitation and groaned.
“God, did neither of your parents tell you this shit Icyhot?”
“My mother was permanently hospitalized when I was 8, and Endeavour likely didn’t think it was important.”
Bakugou stood still at that, not looking sure of how to respond. Midoriya, who was sitting next to Shouto, was crying, although he didn’t know if it was from pity, or from also experiencing the Sex Education talk.
“Did your parents explain all of this to you?” He asked, and Class 1-A, who was still present because they hadn’t wanted to miss out on Bakugou explaining what an STD was, all slowly nodded their heads.
Shouto thought about the weekend visit he had coming up, and he wondered.
---
“What are herpes?” He asked, and watched as Endeavour slowly lowered his chopsticks.
Natsuo was staring at Shouto with a mix of unmasked glee, and terror, eyes wide and unbelieving.
Fuyumi watched the table with terror, looking as though she’d rather be cooking herself on the stove where the soba was waiting. Shouto continued speaking, determined to see it through.
“Some of my classmates were talking about it in class, and I don’t remember them covering it in any of my classes.”
Endeavour looked constipated, frozen and uncomfortable. “Shouto this isn’t a discussion to have at the table.” He settled on, finally.
“Why?” He questioned innocently, hoping that the phone that was recording in his pocket was able to catch his father’s face.
“Shouto” Fuyumi hissed, trying to get him to stop the conversation topic, ignoring Natuso who was slapping her arm in excitement.
“I remember them saying they had something to do with genitals…” He wondered aloud, ignoring the obnoxiously loud cackling coming from his brother.
Endeavour abruptly stood and left the table, a steady stream of curses and regrets leaving his mouth as he walked.
Upon his leaving, Shouto pursed his lips and took out his phone to make sure it had all been recorded. Natsuo caught sight of it and fell onto the floor from the force of his laughs.
He ignored the chaos around him and had to force down a laugh when Fuyumi hesitantly asked him if he was “being serious” earlier. Natsuo was brokenly wheezing on the floor, and every so often Shouto could hear a wheezing “genitals,” from him.
Knowing he was in the clear, Shouto allowed a small smirk to fill his face as he sent the video to the class groupchat. Take that Bakugou, he absolutely knew how group chats worked.
---
So, Shouto did not know how group chats worked apparently, because while he meant to send it to the Class 1-A chat, he ended up sending it to all of his contacts. This brought him to where he was now, sitting in Aizawa-Sensei’s office.
Aizawa stared at him, somehow looking more tired than usual, with a nice hint of defeat.
“Todoroki,” He sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment, looking as though he was gathering strength.
“I need to ask you this as your teacher, and the lead adult in charge of your current environment, but have you ever had a discussion about sex with your parent or guardian?”
“No,” He said.
Aizawa looked pained and slowly opened his computer. “What about middle school, that’s part of the curriculum, do you remember that?”
Shouto remembered being pulled out of class at one point, his father saying the lesson was unnecessary when he could be training. He remembered hearing some of his female classmates giggling, saying he didn’t need to be there because he probably knew it all already.
“No,”
He thought about the discussion he had with Bakugou and chose not to say anything. After all, Aizawa may have some more accurate information with fewer curses.
With slow, reluctant hands, Aizawa turned his computer to face Shouto, and on it was the title slide of a Powerpoint presentation, titled “Menstruation”.
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The next time he overheard Uraraka complaining about cramps, he stole Endeavour’s credit card and bought out the nearest convenience store of chocolate.