The Rehab Project

Chapter 9

Someone was sneaking back into the Dorms.
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Aizawa paused, listening. Usually any kind of footsteps could narrow down even a single person, but tonight was different. He was unnerved, on edge, not ready.
He walked backwards to where he was before, examining each door and listening to the inside. Each was silent. He backed away further down the hall to Ashido Mina's room. He listened. He heard the scuff of slippers, and the soft, muffled giggles of the girls inside. He knocked lightly, being as quiet as appropriate.

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"Who is it?"
A voice called quietly through the door. It was Friday Night, sure. But people were still, probably, sleeping.

"Girl Scouts. I brought cookies."
Aizawa smiled as he once again heard the muffled giggles from the girls. They seemed to think his sarcasm was amusing, and he never tried to argue. Not with them. Not any of them, he thought of his students as his own children. Children he could expel.

He stifled a small Goodnight, and was on his way. They might've just went to get something while I wasn't looking. He thought, calming his nerves. Probably Toru, or Ochaco. Even so...

He shook his head. The dorms had the highest security of the whole campus, surely something would've happened if the situation was serious. He placed a hand on his face, sighing. Sleep. Sleep can help. It always does, right? I'll just get some sleep then. He thought, -if Hizashi will let me.

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Todoroki paced, thinking. His socks grew cold as he treaded back and forth on the cold rooftop, the crisp night breeze now turning to a chilly, almost bitter cold. Hawks sat on the ground, leaning against an inoperable Air Vent. He waited. For anything, really. A sound, an alarm, hell even a-
Ding!
Hawks jumped as Todoroki's phone buzzed. He paused, snapping out of his, may I say rather disturbing, thought bubble. Hawks stood up, looking around.

"Hey, I should get back.--"
Keigo shuddered, not being able to decide of it was from cold or embarrassment. He turned his back to Todoroki, grabbing the Roof's Exit doorknob.

"We should talk again sometime. I feel like it'd be best for us both."

Shoto nodded, thanking Keigo for his time and patience. With one fluent motion, he was gone. Down a flight of stairs, sure, but gone.
Shoto's phone buzzed again, and he checked.
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Midoriya ♡

>Shoto, where are you?! It's past curfew, and you're not answering..
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Sorry, 'Zu. I got caught up in something else. I'm heading back to your dorm now, about a five minute walk.<
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>Thank G O D!! I assumed the worst, I'm so sorry if I sound a bit controlling in the last message, it's just been a hard week for us all.
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Everything is fine for now, and you have no need to apologize. I love you, okay? <
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>I love you too, Sho' ♡
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The jingle of keys from the outside made Eri jump. When the door politely opened, she was relieved to see Aizawa and Hizashi - her dads - walk inside. Shinsou didn't look up from the chess board, he was still looking for a safe move.

"Papa, Daddy!"
Eri sprang up and ran to Hizashi's side, hugging his leg tight. Hizashi patted her head with one hand, using the other to untie his hair from it's loose ponytail. Being a teacher is exhausting.

"Papa, look! I beat Shinsou in Chess three whole times!"
She held up three fingers and smiled wide. Hizashi and Aizawa quietly gawked at how adorable she was, and Shinsou scoffed.

"I still don't understand how a six year-old beat me in Chess."

Aizawa smiled,
"Don't worry, I'm sure one day you'll be able to train under Sensei Eri-Chan."

Shinsou fought the urge to smile, only letting the sides if his lips twitch. He had to keep up his whining to make it more fun. He got up and held his hand out to Eri, smiling.

"Good Game, Eri. Wanna play again?"
Eri stared at his hand a moment, before smiling and nodding excitedly. She took his hand and shook it, laughing. Shinsou overdramatically slapped a hand on his face.

"She's even too smart for my quirk. I'm hurt."

He swooned, placing the top of his hand on his forehead and plopping on the couch. Yeah, he thought. I can get used to this.