Izuku was sent home two days later, luckily without being tied to a wheelchair. It had taken a lot of begging and promises to Recovery Girl just to let him go home at all. That woman could be terrifying when she wanted too, and Izuku couldn't name a single person who could stop her. Not even Nezu. It was a miracle he got his casts off permanently.
He started school on Wednesday, a little over a week before the sports festival, and just did his very best to interact with others as little as humanly possible. That plan was destroyed when Shota came into his classroom just as math was starting.
"Problem child," he called, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He almost glared at Izuku, and the boy was sharply aware of his classmates confused stares. Izuku gulped.
"W-what do you need, sensei?" Izuku stuttered.
"You're coming with me," he replied without missing a beat. Izuku sent a hopeful glance to Ectoplasm for help, but the hero was silent. Nobody ever wanted to risk Shota's ire. Even though Shota seemed to be in a good mood, that only made Izuku internally panic more.
Shota turned and walked out of the classroom with a bounce in his step, not having to ask Izuku twice to follow. He trotted to keep pace with the man, who's smile only grew with each step. Izuku felt like an inmate on death row, waiting to be executed. There were no students or teachers passing by, which only made the feeling expand.
Eventually, the pair stopped outside of the 1-A classroom, and Shota covered his grin with his usual bored look.
"Alright," Shota clapped once with the word. "Welcome to your punishment."
"Wai-" Izuku didn't get to finish the question on his lips, since Shota threw the door open, placed a hand on Izuku's back and shoved him into the classroom before he could protest further. Izuku stumbled, but didn't trip as the door was locked behind him. With Shota still outside.
The students of class 1-A all fell silent from the quiet chatter that filled the room moments ago and turned to look at him. Izuku hated the attention and stares, so his immediate response was to bang on the door and call out to Shota. The hero, unfortunately, just told him to introduce himself and then quietly expressed how glad he was to be able to take a nap for a full period instead of teaching.
Izuku focused his attention back to the students and bit his lip. His eyes caught everyone's expressions, from confused, to excited, to having stars in their eyes, but no anger or recognition. In fact, the explosive blonde he was dreading meeting was nowhere to be seen. He took a deep breath and sighed in relief, before realising he still needed to introduce himself. The students likely hadn't gotten any prior explanation, considering their evident confusion.
"U-um, hello?" Izuku stuttered, already frustrated at himself and wanting to curl up in a tight ball. "I'm Aizawa Izuku. It's a pleasure to meet you all!" The class responded with stronger confusion.
"Hang on, Aizawa!?" Ashido nearly yelled, slamming her pink hands on the desk and standing up.
"But didn't you say your name was Taiyo?" Uraraka asked, har face a mix of confusion and... actually, just confusion. Her head swivelled around, looking at her classmates in hopes of an answer.
"Better question- AIZAWA-SENSEI HAD A SON!?!?" Kaminari yelled from his seat, having a similar reaction to Ashido. The class continued shouting, everyone confused and in utter disbelief, most of it directed at each other rather than Izuku. Eventually, Izuku couldn't take it anymore and covered his ears with his hands, tears threatening to spill over.
He could handle pain. He could handle people being angry at him or something around him. He just couldn't handle shouting. It reminded him too much of his mother. And his previous classmates from before he did online courses. He also just had sensitive hearing from vigilantism.
Izuku stood there for over a minute before he heard the door unlocking and Shota rushed in, immediately running towards Izuku. He glared at the class, causing them all to immediately fall silent, before he picked Izuku up. Izuku generally hated being picked up or trapped in any way, shape or form, but it was fine when Shota did it. Shota was a safe person for him.
Shota brought Izuku outside of the classroom and leaned against the wall, both hands supporting Izuku and holding him firmly.
"Hey, kitten," Shota spoke quietly, keeping his gaze level with Izuku's. "Are you alright?" He took a hand off of Izuku's back to gently pull his hands off his ears and tilted Izuku's chin up so they made eye contact. "Are you alright?" Shota repeated slower. Izuku nodded, using the backs of his hands to wipe at his eyes.
"I-I I- just-" Izuku stuttered heavily, trying to force the words to form properly in his mouth. "I really, really don't like yelling," he muttered. Shota's eyes went sharper with a realisation.
"Izuku," Shota's voice was quieter than before, low enough that the students with hearing quirks likely wouldn't have been able to hear him. "You said your mother abandoned you. Did she abuse you at all?" Izuku tearing his gaze away to look down at the floor said it all. They both stiffened. Shota looked just about ready to commit murder. Or arson. Or both.
While Izuku's mother did abandon him after his dad died, it was still a few weeks until she actually got rid of him. Not all of Izuku's scars were from vigilante work.
Shota pulled Izuku closer in a hug before setting the child on the ground. He fussed over Izuku for a few moments longer before they both went back into the classroom, now silent enough to hear a pin drop. Shota held Izuku's hand as they stood at the front, taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose before letting go of a sigh.
"What. The. Actual. Hell?" Shota wasn't loud, but everyone heard him. The pure anger that dripped from his voice even had Izuku shuddering, and every student shrunk back with wide eyes. A few were shaking like a leaf in a storm, and Izuku could tell from the smell that someone needed to change their pants. Possible multiple someones.
"I leave you alone with my son for five minutes and this happens?" Shota looked up and glared, on the edge of using his quirk. "Did not a single one of you look at him and use your heads to think to be quiet? I'm disappointed in each and every one of you. I could hear you all from the staffroom!" Shota still wasn't shouting, but volume didn't change his tone at all. A few students hung their heads in shame and averted their eyes.
Shota bit back a scoff as he left the classroom with Izuku.
"Sorry about that," Shota apologized.
"It's... fine," Izuku responded, still staring down at his shoes. The rest of the walk back to Izuku's classroom was in silence, aside from a quiet goodbye from Shota as they parted. Izuku felt bad for whatever Shota had in store for his students.
Notes
Hello, I may or may not have gone through every chapter and changed it all to 3rd person instead of 1st person. Some of your comments may have gotten deleted, sorry about that (°ー∇ー)
Also, I'm debating skipping straight to the sports festival. I'll probably do that, it's already taking a while. Well, see you next chapter!
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