Mafia Deku

Everyone knew how rough and brash Bakugou is. Of course, they have to, he doesn't attempt to suppress it. His words spat with venom, his actions outcry threat. They knew this yet, Aldera tried to hide this.

They craved attention. They knew how dominant Bakugou's quirk is, that's why they all turned blind eye whenever someone gets "put in their place."

Unsurprisingly, Aizawa learned about this. He may not peek into their class' profiles, but he knew about this by earning a lot of suicide cases from Aldera.

That's why, the moment he finds out Bakugou was from Aldera, he scanned through Bakugou. Whether he has to get up and evaluate or skim his profile, or he has to get out of his yellow sleeping bag - that reminds him of Hizashi - so he can ask Detective Tsukauchi for assistance.

When he graze how neat, and enormous of honors about Bakugou's behavior, actions, he doubted it. Because the teen is sitting right now, arguing with Iida Tenya for the absence of his manners.

This is gonna be a long day

Begrudgingly, Aizawa unlocked his laptop and organized a lesson. While waiting for his pupils to join the google meet, he prepared himself breakfast, wake Hizashi, adore his Hizashi, and utter obscenity at his cats.

"Good morning - okay that was untruth, it's not good - today we're having an online class and all of you are there ... in the classroom - minus Bakugou, I guess because of his family situation, I don't know really - and I'm here because a loud blonde refused." A lot of the students coo-es at this, knowing well how they're wedded and deeply in love ( they're phrases not his ).

The class went on with Bakugou following disheveled noting that he at least recalled the online class and made his dream wake him up or something. "Lunch, or whatever." After some time, Aizawa declares openly as a hand shoved a spoon inside his mouth.

The students didn't leave the meeting, instead of left their devices alone inside the lonely classroom - okay, it wasn't lonely for Aizawa, it's deemed as peaceful - then they all came back later on. Some carrying snacks, some drinking liquid as the buzzer chimes implying that lunch had ended.

Aizawa didn't resume the class instantly, still chewing slowly, actually waiting for his spouse to feed him.

The class has already begun a discussion of whatever type of bird Bakugou will be if he ever turned into one. This got Bakugou's eye twitching, it was obvious he needed to whack whoever asserted that he'll be the pig rather than angry birds.

"OKAY, LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" And there go Aizawa's headaches as he listened to Bakugou screaming to his mic.

Before Aizawa can even shut the ash-blonde, the door to his back slammed open. Masses of armed men in black articles of clothing with blood splattered everywhere rush in.

"What's this commotion, Kacchan?" A honey-sweet voice yet, slightly low was heard through the mic making Bakugou close his jaws as he scowls behind him.

"I'm in class, you moron!" He snarled, the other not caring as he leans over Bakugou's shoulder and gaze straight into Aizawa's eyes, and flick his eyes to the camera. "Also, how many times am I gonna tell ya' that you can't infiltrate the house with ... drops of blood!"

"Hmm," The other hummed, still eyeing the camera before he swiveled to look at Bakugou. Faces 1 inch apart. "I guess many times, Kacchan. But you're not the one tidying up the ground though."

"FUCK YOU!"

"Later, baby."

The scene made all the bystanders' eyes went large as they saw how intense red Bakugou's cheeks had evolved. This may be a natural sight, but this was Bakugou they were speaking approximately! The teenager that they're convinced that can only feel pride and anger, not flustered or whatever that made him went red!