My Hero Academia: EMTs

Going to Jail

Months later

Mr. Yamada:

It's lunch period, and I decide, what the heck? I'll sit with some of the students in the cafeteria. The panic-stricken brats, unfortunate enough to be in the class of my best friend, Mr. Aizawa, are always a good source of entertainment.

I join a group of them. "Denki, Bakugo, Kirishima- how are all of you?" I say as I sit down.

"Hey!" a young girl protests. Hotaru Aizawa slaps me impotently as I almost sit on her. "Uncle Hizashi!"

I chuckle and move next to her instead. "Sorry, little listener. I just didn't see you there."

"You're such a jerk, Uncle Hizashi," she says, but she's chucking a bit too.

"We're not related; why do you call me Uncle?"

"Related? I'm not related to my dad. What do I care about being related?" She jokes. "You just hang out at my house a bunch."

"You getting out to see the world these days, koakuma?" I ask her. (Koakuma is a similar term to "twerp" in Japanese)

"What are you talking about?" Bakugo snaps. "Course, she's getting out! She's MY mentee. I told her I would make it so she could get around town, and I have." He folds his arms. "First place she visited was a park... the first time she's seen a freaking park is at twelve..." he grits his teething.

"Is that... are you... you're concerned about her, aren't you?" I ask, almost in shock.

"I... no. It's indignance, not concern. Kids shouldn't have to wait that long to just go play." Bakugo argues.

"Holy crap. You care about Hotaru!" I say, slapping my leg and laughing at Bakugo. Soon, everyone at the table joins me in teasing him, a few nicknaming him "Daddy Katsuki" as he finally leaves in a huff.

Hotaru watches him go and yells, "You're still gonna take me to see the cherry blossoms, right?"

"Tah, why do you care about that?" He yells back. "Regardless, I said I would, right?" Hotaru nods. "Then I freaking will; stop asking!" And thus, he storms out of the lunch room.

"Ya know, all things considered, he's surprisingly a decent mentor," Kirishima notes, almost snorting in laughter. "I mean, the Chibi is over here eating with us. When she first showed up, she was so scared of everyone Ochaco had to eat with her in the hall."

"Wish I could see progress like that in the boy I'm helping," Denki notes.

"Oh? And who is that?" I ask.

"Henry Miles."

"The son of Charles Miles?" I ask, "Kid, you might want to work with someone else. Given what he was like, I imagine his son is hardly a monk."

"I was just curious about the brat at first, but then I got to meet the little guy, and... for a few weeks there, he was smart, cocky, and kinda funny. He told me he was only in the rehab center until he had his trial and finished informing on his jerk of a father. But now... lately, he's been shutting down."

"He informed on his old man?" Asked Kirishima. "Not sure how I feel about that."

"Well, you should respect him for that, at least. His father is one of the most dangerous men in Japan," I comment. "And the Miles Syndicate is huge! That boy is risking his life."

I looked back to Denki. "How old is Henry?"

"Twelve. And they're treating the kid really bad in that jail." Denki replies.

"Dude, that's why they call it jail. If his dad was that bad, he's probably locked up himself for a reason," Kirishima points out.

"Can we stop playing guilt by association? Neither of you know him, and I do, and I say he's an okay little dork," Denki fires back.