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"Izuku? Your homeroom teacher from school and I want to talk to you for a minute," Hisashi spoke loud enough for Izuku to hear through the door. There were shuffling and quick footsteps from the other side of the door before it opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Izuku, his blank white shirt with only the kanjis for the word T-shirt looked like it was thrown on last minute.

If he looked close Aizawa could see the discomfort in the way he stood, probably even walked. he allowed them in and gently shut the door behind them, sitting on the edge of his bed lightly.

The room was a simple dark blue and didn't have anything hanging up. His bed sat in a corner of the room, tucked against the wall next to his window. A desk leaned against the left wall just opposite the bed. There was a closet too, all of the shirts were neatly hung up while his pants were folded in the bottom and stacked.

Aizawa noticed a drawer on the bottom of the desk was slightly ajar with what looked to be some bandages sticking out, not commenting on it, he turned back to the nervous boy with a serious face.

"Kid, I'm going to get straight to the point and we want honest answers, has Bakugo hurt you?" Aizawa demanded. Izuku tensed and the finger that he had been tapping constantly against his leg slowed down. He paused, wondering if he was actually going to be helped or brushed off. But if his father knew, would he finally get help? No matter what he did not want Bakugo suspended.

So, taking his chances and hoping they wouldn't suspend Bakugo, he nodded very hesitantly. Aizawa looked angry before he stilled his features and started talking again. "I'm guessing it was physically, as he doesn't seem the type to just verbally do anything, so you need to let us see."

If possible Izuku tensed, even more, standing up and hesitantly lifting his shirt over his head. Once his shirt was out of the way it revealed angry red and blistered skin. It seemed that it was most of his back, except the lower part of his back was somewhat wrapped in bandages, as that was what he was doing before the adults walked in.

Hisashi breathed in sharply at the sight, his anger growing quickly and quietly and Aizawa was livid, how was a hero in training able to stand to hurt someone like this?! Aizawa had a sinking gut feeling that it had been worse than this before.

"Please don't expel him, please, he just needs a way to get his anger out," Izuku found the words slipping out of his mouth frantically, pleading.

"No promises, I will try but let's get you to Recovery Girl," Aizawa sighed, not fully understanding the boy's logic. His tone sounded tired and monotonous but he was livid inside, he'd find some way to get Bakugo to pay for this besides expelling him, no one bullied a student under his watch.

Maybe he could give him extra work.
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Recovery Girl scolded him for not coming to her sooner after they explained why he had the burns and such. She said that there would still be scarring but he expected that, always did when kids beat him up. But, he still didn't expect her to still help him after finding out why he had such bad burns, he expected her to chase him out, and scold him for getting hurt like the previous nurse always did.

After all, he wasn't really used to anyone but his dad caring for him and that was to be expected, they were supposed to care but it didn't always mean they did, right?

While they were there she checked Izuku's hands also and declared that they were all healed. "You rest up now Dearie, your body will be sore for a couple of days," The pro nurse instructed Izuku who just nodded meekly. Aizawa frowned. When he was in training and in a real fight the practically mute teen with no confidence was gone, not even insight, but the minute he stopped it was back.

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