A home, a family, a dream

Unus

"Maybe we should call for a meeting? Include him and his parents in it to figure out what's going on."

"No. Not now anyway. Maybe its just second year fever. You know, working hard the first year, then slacking off the second."

"Not everyone goes through that, Midnight."

"Shut up, Vlad."

"He was just transferred into the hero's course two months ago. He's probably just adjusting to it still."

The three teachers all sat in the down stairs conference room, racking their brains for a reason behind a certain student's low grades. Midnight, Kayama Nemuri, had taken notice in the student's slump and took it as something to be looked into. Vlad King, Kan Sekijiro, being the student's homeroom and heroics teacher, had to get involved as it was his student. And Eraserhead, Aizawa Shota, had recommended the student for transfer so he felt the need to be involved.

Not having much to go off from, other than the fact that the boy often fell asleep in his general classes, really irked the three. They may always get new students as the years go by, but they never ignore any of those kids' well being. "Maybe its something at home." Nemuri suggested, interrupting the moment of silence. "I mean, just consider that. We don't need to call child services on a hunch or anything." She shrugged, slumping in her chair.

"Or he's just not adjusted yet." Aizawa muttered again.

"We should just keep an eye on him. If he either fails or borderline fails my test tomorrow, I'll pull him off to the side and we can all have a chat." Vlad suggested to the two. Both nodded in agreement. Silence fell upon them once again.

"Eraser?" Vlad caught the other's attention, breaking the moment of tranquility. The aforementioned man looked in the other's direction, signalling that he had his full focus. "Have you noticed anything odd during your training with him?"

Sighing, Aizawa leaned on his propped hand and wore a bored expression. "Not really." He simply put, shrugging.

"So we have nothing to go off from but-" Midnight began, only for her gruff colleague to interrupt.

"Actually, now that you mention it, he's been insistent to extend our training time on Mondays and Thursdays. Although, he doesn't ask to lengthen it often. He began asking around the end of last year. Other than that, everything's the same otherwise." Vlad sat back in his chair, connecting a finger to his chin.

Looking at her phone, Midnight stood up, abruptly interrupting whatever it was her coworker was just thinking about. "I've got to go. I got a shift in half an hour."

"Right. See ya, Midnight." Vlad bid the woman goodbye, Aizawa lazily waving his farewells.

The two males stood to leave the conference room, parting ways soon after. Now Aizawa was alone. He made his way to the main entrance, traveling through the office to make it outside.

However, he stopped the moment he walked in. There sat, in one of the chairs, was Shinso Hitoshi; slumped with a tired expression painted over his pale face. Aizawa mentally shook his head and walked over to the boy, sitting down next to him.

"And why is it your still here, Shinso?" Aizawa asked, causing the boy to jolt. Opening his muted purple eyes, Shinso looked over to his left, a bit surprised, but not showing it.

"Ah," He stuttered. "Um, I left my backpack in the classroom. The receptionist lady said Mr. Vlad already left not too long ago. She, um, said if I waited for Principal Nezu to get out of his meeting, he could help me retrieve it."

The gruff unshaven man stood abruptly. He headed for the door leading back out to the hallway, Shinso watching, confused. Before leaving, he looked back at the baffled teen. "You just going to sit there and stare or..."