Unborn child [Slow Updates]

Chapter 2

Before we continue:

1. I don't own My Hero Academia, basically a disclaimer.

2. Usually Bakugou Katsuki curses a lot, but that is not going to happen in this book as you noticed in my other books I DON'T put any Mature content in my books. Though he still might be violent.

If you didn't read the above please do!

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It's been quite a while since that confusing yet miraculous day. That illegal company was completely erased from existence and ever since then he never heard of them ever again. Not even the weird scientist. He was taken to jail for quite a long time, but not before the detectives and doctors questioned him — for details about the child. Details were needed for that poor girl to live and get proper medical treatment.

It has been about fifteen to fourteen years. Aizawa grew from a student to a teacher from U.A. He was assigned with a good class, even if he didn't admit it. Since he had been assigned with that class, a lot of things happened.

They were a troublesome class, he couldn't lie about that. He went through a lot with Class 1A, though. However, he had to admit, potential in his class was abundant and he had no doubt they would be fine pro-heroes someday.

Shota's thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He reached for the phone and as he answered, a loud voice boomed through the phone.

"Why haven't you called!?" The person shouted. Aizawa kept the phone a few inches away from his ear, but sadly, he could still hear her voice.

When he heard nothing but heavy breathes, he knew she was done. He put the phone closer to his ear. "Well, hello to you too," Aizawa said in his usual tone, having a lack of energy.

"Hello!?" The person screamed once more.

"There, much better," Aizawa said.

"What?! No! That's not what I meant!" The female exclaimed once more.

"Aizawa--" the female voice was interrupted by a stoic and calm voice — much similar to Aizawa's tone of voice.

"Hello Sensei, it's good to hear from you. I want to get straight to the point here. I'm coming back from America."

Aizawa's emotionless face lightened up slightly. "Oh, are the dates confirmed then?" He asked.

"Yes, I will arrive two days from now. It's much faster, because the people who owe you are helping out. Of course, that means I will most likely be back in Japan earlier than expected."

"You're particularly talkative today. What happened? Did that girl injure herself," he said. Even if he might have been interested or not, he didn't quite show his interest in the subject with his tone.

"Unfortunately not," the girl spoke up.

"Aizawa Shota, I will be hanging up now," the previous female said as the constant beeping started, signalling the call had ended. With that being said and done, the man walked to the door to get to the famous academy for soon-to-be heroes, U.A.

A boy with unruly forest-green hair and freckles seated himself behind a blond haired boy with sharp crimson eyes.

The blond seemed to be bored and lacking interest. His chin rested on the palm of his hand and elbow placed on the table. The boy with unruly forest-green hair was the exact opposite of the blond teens. He had a look of determination, which was a normal thing. He was a very dedicated student, everyone knew.