A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 66

broken ribs, a broken collarbone and massive deep tissue bruising. She started lining out their care plans, even with the use of her quirk both boys would be down for the count for a few days and would need to be cared for.

Mic took notes on the blank margins of the papers she had given him. Most of this was stuff he had dealt with before, either after his own injuries or those of his husband and other pro hero friends. Theirs was a dangerous profession after all. That being said he really didn't want to do anything wrong when it came to his kids.

Once her impromptu lecture was finished she left her patients in Hikari's care and stomped from the infirmary off in the direction on Nezu's office. Yamada almost felt bad for All Might. But he couldn't really bring himself to care about that particular idiot so he shrugged it off. Instead spending his time helping the third year dab grit and grime off of his charges with a damp sponge.

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Nezu glared down his snout at the hero seated in front of his desk. He was doing his best to reign in his emotions, to pull back the instinctual urge to destroy the thing that endangered his young. The man had bullied his way into that matchup, and pushed with the threat of calling the HPSC until he got his way. Nezu had given in, thinking that it would be a good exercise for the boy in thinking outside the box in a tough situation. He would never have dreamed the idiot sitting across from him would have gone so far in the name of a test. So while he fought with himself All Might got the pleasure of enduring his ire silently.

The man himself looked a bit concerned, but also a little confused, which was not helping Nezu think logically. Honestly, if he didn't have to worry about the Commission he would let the man bear the full brunt of his rage. As it was he was attempting deep breaths, trying to get to where he could speak at a normal volume and cadence.

He had almost managed it when Aizawa burst through the door, capture weapon flying, eyes blazing a brilliant gold. An avenging god, or rather, an angry father. The underground hero loomed over the commission's poster boy demanded in an angry hiss, "Where the FUCK do you get off hurting children like that?!"

"Aizawa I assure you, all I was doing was trying to challenge them!"

Shouta reared back a bit in shock at the reply before he snapped completely. "No. That is NOT what you were doing. You were beating those two boys into the ground. And I want to know why. Why would the number one hero, or ANY teacher think it would be a good idea to do so much damage to their students during a TEST of all things?!"

"Uh-well-I…" Yagi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I probably shouldn't have gone quite so far. But I'm so unused to holding back for students who are so much weaker than average! You can't really blame me when I've never had to dial it back so much before!"

There was a sharp crack as All Might's nose broke, blood gushing like a fountain and splattering across the office as well as Aizawa where he stood with his fist still raised. "How dare you call them weak." The furious hero growled out. "Those boys are ANYTHING but weak. Both of them have fought tooth and nail for everything they have now. They have shed blood sweat and tears to even have the CHANCE that those with powerful quirks are handed at birth. They are stronger than ANY ONE of their classmates and would most likely win in an even match. So HOW DARE YOU hurt them just to prove to yourself that your quirkist views are right! I should stangle you right here and now and take out one more thing that is wrong with this world!"