Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 27

I don't know jackshit about laws so if anyone, who is somehow a lawyer/an expert in that field is currently viewing this story...

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(Izuku is not his actual son. A couple chapters ago, you have read that Nedzu wiped all of Izuku's data along with his parent's, and replaced it permanently with Shouta's name.)
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"-and I pledge to tell the truth, nothing more."

Aizawa let his hand drop, his face completely neutral. The glares he received didn't faze him, didn't hurt him- because he had more important matters to attend to.

(His eyes strayed towards Izuku, sitting between Mic and Nemuri, biting his lip in a worried gesture.)

The judge nodded, face cold as a slate of stone, as he looked upon the crowds of quieted journalists and a mix of people from the different backgrounds-

The only thing separating them was the decision whether or not a child of the devil himself was to live or die.

And on that account, the court session that either allowed Izuku- a danger to humanity itself, a boy whose shadow casted ram horns, a boy who had his own hopes and dreams before him, and a boy who wielded immense, fiery power that could be cultivated into something purely evil- to be executed or to be allowed to live, with his 'biological' father and absent mother in his life.

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"-the boy is a threat, your honor."

The man- decked out in an expensive suit bellowed, calm and poised for the crowd.

Aizawa recognized him as the ex-gangster, Gun.

He stood tall against the judge's quiet stare, who seemed to be weighing is options- before he sighed and allowed Gun to continue with a flick of his hand. "I hope you have some evidence to claim that some seven year old is the offspring of some made up evil."

And Gun smirked, teeth shining, and that made Mic's heart plummet into his stomach- because of course, they would. After what had happened is USJ, it would simply be impossible to not have any footage of that.

A tarp was rolled down from a metal holster, twice as big as an average man's height in his twenty's, before a woman clad in pink, silky skirts and plaid top hastily organized the projector with a click. She looked hesitant about the whole ordeal, blond locks up to her chin bouncing, but at the same time stiff as if sprayed with at least thirty cans of hairspray to keep it intact.

The court was silent as a video flickered to life as the lights dimmed automatically, and Mic heard Shouta's breath hitch- making him cast a side-eye to see if his friend was okay.

He was, his stature composed and tense, antsy, with Izuku by his side.

Izuku, poor child, held close to Shouta, who grunted and covered Izuku's eyes, whispering a- "Don't look" quietly. Mic gave a half-hearted smile at Shouta's thinking, cold sweat clinging to his neck and back- not wanting to see the USJ incident all over again.

'It's not the child's fault', he reminded himself almost scoldingly. 'It was his father's. You do not get to blame what the kid's parent had done in him. You have no right to.'

Mic tore his eyes off of the father-son duo, facing the screen as he shifted his feet uncomfortably.

The video began playing, and from the looks of it, was shot from CCTV #146, which was angled perfectly in bird's view, looking down from a metal column that held USJ up- and Mic could make out 1-A entering through the open heavy doors.

Thirteen, the Rescue Hero (who still resides in the hospital) followed their suit, and Shouta along with Izuku in his arms trailed not long after them. Their faces were not that visible, smudged from the camera's bad frame per second count, but you could clearly tell whose mop of green hair was in Shouta's arms at that time.

They chatted among themselves for a while, and Thirteen gave that captivating speech, and the class roared in loud agreement at whatever the Hero said-

That was.. Until Izuku got out of Shouta's arms, and everything simply went downhill from there.

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Least to say, everyone was horrified, exaggerated gasps of horror made the judge's frown deepen, and Shota felt luck slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Gun sat down, looking accomplished, and the judge nodded to them. "What do you have to say? Defense?"

Shota was irked at the tone, but nonetheless kept his school and glare neutral, looking the judge directly in the eyes. "Your honor," he said. "Izuku Midoriya is my son, I know everything about him, and since he was.. Separated from me for six years due to his mother trying to keep him from me," Shouta gave a mental apology to the real mother of Izuku- "he was neglected from being taught how to control his quirk."

"His mother was extremely slippery, and we couldn't get anything of any trace about her on our radar's wide expanse. He had been neglected, uneducated, and hasn't received proper Quirk counseling because his mother had tried her best to not leave any records about him in an effort to hide. The USJ incident had merely been his quirk tipping out of him from the extreme stress and pressure of the situation, with the potential and most likely cause was to be the villains appearing out of nowhere."

"Which is why 'he came into existence' not too long ago- because that was principal Nedzu and I organizing his papers as soon as I.."

Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat.

"As soon as I discovered that  he was my actual son."

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The hearing lasted four hours.

Izuku was exhausted, mentally and physically, but the opponent still seemed up and energized, determined to probably ship Izuku somewhere in a remote island and leave him to die or dry out in the heat or something.

(Izuku wonders why Shouta hasn't oven up yet.)

"-and since.. Executing a child is inhumane-" Gun entertained the crowd booing with a grin. "-we have decided to place him in one of our newest programs."

Nemuri rubbed her wrists with a frown on her face. A new program by the Weapon and Defense department..? It was bad news.

The crowd of reporters and journalists seemed drawn to the man's "mercy", and Nemuri caught on. Gun had a plastic sympathetic smile on his face, and he was supposedly "sparing" Izuku from harm's way, opting for a much more safer option, which was..

"He will be trained and disciplined, along with his quirk of course- but we will gain permanent custody of him, taking him from his father who wasn't even present in his early years, by the way."

The crowd looked at Aizawa and Izuku in distaste, and it took all of Izuku's willpower not to burst out in tears.

"And the name "Aizawa" will be permanently exterminated."

His last name.. Erased? But.. He, he-!

Izuku's lungs tightened as fat tears stung his eyes, vision turning blurry. The crowd's murmurs of agreement almost made him tip over and throw up, the burning bile pressing in his throat.

He was going to be taken.. Taken!

And he didn't even get to defend himself-

Izuku was about to break down, break down and cry and maybe empty his stomach from his sick and cruel everyone was to him- until the doors busted open with a bang, smacking against the walls and probably breaking off their hinges as a booming voice announced-

"I AM HERE."